#Nicole cafe latte

[randomenigma247]

So I've recently been thinking about the fact that in CaFae Latte, this is the first time Bob has had non fae employees. Before they took on JC as a contract baker it was just them.

Just imagine in 25 years or so the mortal crew starting to show signs of ageing and being unable to continue with their adventures. Bob starts worrying about their protection now they're less able to defend themselves against the supernatural they normally deal with and starts to distance herself from them. Slowly the cracks begin to form, they become larger as time passes until the distance feels as large as a canyon is wide.

Then Husniya passes. At first Bob thinks she made the right choice. Pushing her friends away to protect herself. But then she finds out she was gifted something in Husniyas will. It's a letter. Written a year or so before she passed, thanking Bob for trusting her, allowing her to remain in her life despite knowing she was spying. Allowing her to develop a genuine friendship with the fae. And forgiving her for pushing her away, full of understanding that Bob was genuinely afraid for her friends and scared to get hurt. And encouraging her to mend fences before too much time passes.

Bob starts regretting the distance she built between her and her mortal friends. Unsure of what to do she contacts Herla, wanting to hear she did the right thing keeping her distance. He doesn't agree. Instead he only repeats what she told him when he asked why she surrounded herself with humans.

"Much of life is short, Herla. I'd rather savour the good moments than dread the day they end. I'm much happier that way- That's what you told me when I asked why you surrounded yourself with so many humans. When did you become so guarded that you lost sight of your own opinions?" Bob leaves without responding. His-Her? Words running around her head. They don't leave, pestering her, keeping her up until late into the night. She doesn't know when she starts pushing her friends away, only that she doesn't want to waste the precious years she has left with them.

She starts reaching out slowly.

First to Nicole, who understands where she was coming from, full of the same understanding Husniya had. Reassuring her that she doesn't hold bobs mistakes against her, she never has and never will. And promises to start softening JC up to the idea of reconciliation, knowing it would be hard for her partner to let someone back in after what they perceive to be a large betrayal.

Next she reaches out to Mike, he like Nicole before him gave his forgiveness and invites her and Cyrus to the next holiday gathering at the coven.

Then she tries to reach out to john. Only to find put he passed a few years before Husniya. She grieves for a friend but knows he has joined the rest of is family in the afterlife.

After John it takes her a while to reach out to Lindsey. But when she does she finds out word of her ending her self imposed human isolation has spread. Lindsey is neutral towards Bob. Understanding the reason for Bob pushing them away but unable to let go some of the hurt it caused. Especially as Bob was the one to help her turn her life around and make something of it instead of being stuck in a low paying unfufilling job for the rest of her life.

By the time Bob reaches out to JC Nicole has been able to convince them that they should at least listen to Bob's reasoning. They meet for coffee. By the end of the discussion JC has agreed to attempt at a friendship on a trial basis. In Bob's opinion this is more than she deserved. Especially after the way she pushed everyone away after years of friendship. But thankful for the grace they have decided to give her

[peachynm]

[rieamena]

yktil

02. animatronic

you stirred from your slumber, memories of your failed game flooding back in, already ruining your day. getting to your feet, you dragged your body to the bathroom, taking your toothbrush and squeezing an ample amount of toothpaste onto it. brushing your teeth, your eyes looked at the foamy white liquid pooling in the sink. shaking your head and halting your movements, your eyes met their own in the mirror. if i ever catch that person, its really over. speeding up, you finished brushing and undressed, hopping into the shower less than a second later, not wanting to waste any more time

you drag yourself to your comp sci class, dreading every step. the thought of sitting through another monotonous lecture on data structures makes your skin crawl. you slump into your seat, your eyes already glazing over as the professor drones on about linked lists and binary trees. the room feels stifling, the hum of the projector a constant, grating background noise. while the subject matter is crucial for your major, the unbearingly dry lectures and tedious coding assignments leave you feeling more frustrated than enlightened. you find yourself glancing at the clock every few minutes, willing the hands to move faster

"a bet is a bet, billy. you can't back out now." nicole sipped her latte, mindlessly scrolling through her social media. billy gripped his phone tightly, his light-filled eyes avoiding nicole's body. "wait…, YOU WERE BEING SERIOUS?!" in a blink of an eye, nicole seized billy's phone, unlocking it swiftly. "nicole! give it back! this isn't funny!" billy reached over the table clumsily and nicole moved back

"you really need to pick a better password. anyone can guess 77iloveyn77" she said, tapping away at the screen

"i thought the 77s really did something…"

billy leaned back into the cafe chair, crossing his arms. a couple beats of silence passed between the two before it was broken. "...and done! there ya go!" nicole handed back billy's phone, unlocked and on twitter dms

"NICOLE!" but she was already far gone, her words circling in his mind: a bet is a bet, you can't back out now.

billy kid taglist

@pedrosimp137 @mary-moongood @linx-nyx @lemonboy011 @eisblume77

@amaryllisenvy @megan017 @astral-spacepumpkin @corrupted-tale @inkycap

@thurstonw @plapsha @lavenderthewolf @kurakusun @miymiymiy

@sweetadonisbutbetter @cobraaah @mochiitoby @clickingchip @bardivislak

@h3r6c00k13 @cozi-cofee @apestegui-y @luvuyuuji

[herashifts]

CAFAE LATTE DR.

So this is more of a niche DR, so uh, strap in y’all! Hjfkdhkgd

If you’re unfamiliar, this DR is based on the urban fantasy series of the same name by @/c.m.alongi_author on Tiktok. In the series, fairy tale creatures and beings of folklore have become ingrained in modern society. The main character of the series is a fae sorceress named Bob, and she runs a coffee shop (called “CaFae Latte”) with her ward, Cyrus. Over the course of the series, the audience meets a gallery of characters, such as the humans Nicole and JC, as well as vampires, werewolves, goblins, and even the Tooth Fairy! There are adventures and shenanigans galore, and I’m gonna be a part of that when I shift. 

In my DR, I live in the same town as CaFae Latte, though I don’t really get involved with the “canon” characters until a bit after I shift there. You see, the whole reason why I made this script in the first place was so that I could have a hot demon girlfriend dkjghfjkdgk

As of right now, she doesn’t have a name, I’m leaving that one up to fate, but I have picked a faceclaim for her. She looks more or less like this, but with some minor adjustments:

So, yeah! She originally met me because she wanted to try to spook me, but I invited her to my at-home movie night instead sjghfkjdkdf (We slowly became friends after that, and then we will date, if she’s interested OvO)

While she doesn’t have a name, I do! My name in this DR is Hera Corvus, and I’m a very powerful witch with boss ass tattoos. We’re both such badasses, I can’t wait!!

To make things easier for the both of us, I scripted that demons can shapeshift into more human-like forms to blend in on the mortal world more easily. Of course, I don't doubt that Bob will see right through that, so our first meeting should be pretty interesting 😂😂😂

Speaking of Bob, I don't plan on working at the cafe, but I do absolutely want to be one of the regulars there! I'm an artist, writer, and poet in that DR, so it'll be nice to vibe there while I work. And the free entertainment when Bob curses Karens is a definite plus 😂😂😂

I really hope I'll be able to join the main cast in their friend group, they're so much fun! And I wanna play Mario Kart with Cyrus SO BAD HJGHHJFDJGDK

As always, thanks for reading, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask! Mwah Mwah Mwah ily <3

[bunsakashitaamericapaintings]

Yesterday's lunch and sketch Nicole's French Market & Cafe South Pasadena, California Typical French meal - Charcuterie with Bordeaux, Cafe Latte & Apricot Tart in open sunny June weather. Watercolor on A3 paper June 2 2023, 1 PM

[hookingminor]

begin again (taylor’s version) - colton parayko

and you throw your head back laughing like a little kid I think it's strange that you think I'm funny, 'cause he never did

warnings: mentions of toxic past relationship

For the first time in nearly eight months, you were going on a date. It took a lot of pushing from your friends and a lot of therapy sessions, but you were finally ready to put yourself back out there again. 

The last guy you were with had done quite a number on you to say the least.

This date was supposed to be an easy one; just one to dip your toes back in the water. He was apparently a friend of a friend and an incredibly kind and personable guy if your friend was to be believed. You didn’t know anything else about him other than his name was Colton and that he was very tall and large and blonde, and your friend only told you that information so you could pick him out when you got to the cafe. If she showed you a picture or told you anything else, she knew you would’ve found a million reasons to not go through with it.

Readjusting your hat, you took one last deep breath outside the small coffee shop, preparing yourself for the date you knew awaited you just inside. You were ten minutes early and figured you would have some time to settle down, but you were surprised to find a blonde man waving you over a few seconds after you crossed through the front entrance.

You gave him a timid smile and walked to where he was seated, and he quickly stood and pulled out the chair opposite of his for you to sit.

“Thank you,” you said, slipping off your coat and hat after taking a seat. “I’m guessing you’re Colton?”

“That would be correct, yes.” He flashed you a devastating smile. “Nicole told me you didn’t know what I looked like, so I thought I’d get here early for you.”

“Oh, well. Thank you.”

“What would you like to drink?” He asked after a moment.

“A latte would be great, thank you,” you replied. He gave you a curious look, probably picking up on the fact that you’d thanked him three times in the last minute, but he said nothing more as he excused himself to order.

Your ex used to criticize your coffee orders. Well, he criticized everything about you, but he always thought it was a waste of money every time you ordered a latte because what was the point in paying six dollars for a coffee that was 75% milk?

Colton returned a few minutes later with two cups in hand, gently placing yours in front of you.

“Thank you again,” you said for good measure. “What did you order?”

“Today’s my cheat day, so I got a caramel turtle mocha,” he answered. That reply had a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Your ex also hated anything overly sweet, especially sweet coffee.

“So, Nicole didn’t really tell me anything about you,” you started. “What do you do for a living?”

“She didn’t give me many details about you either,” Colton said, “but I play for the St. Louis Blues.”

Your eyebrows rose in shock. “Oh shit. Really? I should’ve pestered Nicole for more information then. I didn’t know she was going to set me up with a celebrity.”

“Please, I’m barely a celebrity,” he scoffed, brushing his athlete status off. “What about you? What do you do?”

You explained your job to him, keeping it as simple and short as possible, not wanting to bore him with the details, but he listened intently and asked you follow up questions, taking you off guard for the second time today.

“And what do you do for fun?” He asked after your respective jobs were all out on the table.

You hesitated for a moment. You couldn’t remember the last time someone showed interest in your hobbies. Your ex would tease you about all the time you spent with your head buried in a book or starting knitting projects you never finished or trying elaborate cooking dishes that never panned out. Everything you did was a waste of time in his eyes. He always thought you should’ve focused your energy into your job and working for promotions instead of being content where you were, but that wasn’t what you wanted.

Six months were spent molding yourself into the ideal partner your ex wanted. You changed your wardrobe to something less eclectic and mellowed yourself down to fit the type he wanted. 

“I like to read,” you said vaguely. “I pick up a lot of different hobbies every now and then. I like to try different things, you know?”

“Have you tried picking up an instrument? Last year I started teaching myself guitar in my free time, but it didn’t go very well so I gave that up and put my energy into origami for a little bit but my hands were too big for the tiny pieces of paper. I did get really good at making paper airplanes, though,” Colton said.

A small part of your hardened exterior cracked a bit at his mini rant, a genuine smiling appearing on your face as he continued on. Well, it was very clear he was nothing like your ex.

“I haven’t gotten around to learning an instrument yet,” you softened, leaning a bit over the table to scoot a little closer. “I learned Mary Had a Little Lamb when I was a kid, so I could probably still do that but that’s it.”

Colton’s eyes lit up when you mentioned the piano, and he admitted to you that he really loved classical piano music and that he listened to it before home games to calm his nerves. You’d never met someone who shared the same appreciation of classical piano music as you, and soon you were talking about your favorite tunes and sharing songs.

The conversation soon shifted to your other interests. You discussed movies and your favorite reality TV shows, he even told you stories about which movies his family watched every Christmas before asking you if you had any family traditions.

Before you knew it, an hour had passed before Colton was checking his watch. Your heart dropped just a tiny bit when you realized the time, and it was a foreign but welcome feeling. You hadn’t had so much fun in a long time, let alone on a date. Your first date since your ex.

Colton’s face also fell when he read his watch, and he sent you a sad smile when he met your gaze. “I really, really hate to do this, but I have to get going,” Colton said. You nodded your head in understanding.

“That’s okay, I have some other errands to run,” you said.

“Did you drive here?” You nodded again. “Let me walk you to your car.”

You hadn’t expected him to offer, but you took him up on it, and the fluttering feeling in your stomach didn’t stop the entire walk back.

“Would you mind if I asked you for your number?” Colton asked when you reached your car.

There were no reservations in your head as you nodded your consent, and he held his phone out for you to take. You entered your information and saved it.

“Do you mind if I call you tomorrow?” His politeness and sweet disposition really was heartwarming. Like, tooth-achingly sweet. It was refreshing.

“Call? Not text?” You asked, and he shook his head.

“Nope. Call.” He was firm in his answer.

“You can call me anytime you want, Colton.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, Y/N.” And with that, he bid you goodbye and turned back down the street you came. 

You unlocked your door and sat down, taking a full three minutes to sit in the driver’s seat with a dopey grin on your face before you started your engine, the warm and fuzzy feeling coursing through your blood following you the entire way home.

Could this be a new beginning?

[spencers-dria]

Lost at Sea

Single Dad Spencer x fem reader

Summary: This is kind of a little Christmas-adjacent fluff peice where Spencer is a single dad, completely clueless while Christmas shopping for his daughter. Reader sees him struggling and decides to help, completely unaware of where it will lead them. I imagined him sometime after the show ended, kinda with his somewhat longer curly hair and glasses. This story is completely fluff and I make no apologies.

Well, that was about the third loud huff from the man standing down the isle from me. This one was so loud it blew his hair around a bit, making it even messier. I try to focus on the task at hand, finding the perfect gift for my best friend’s little girl.

Diana was the closest thing I had to a daughter of my own. Despite Anne’s protesting, I took every opportunity to spoil her daughter rotten. The adorable and precocious little girl had me absolutely wrapped around her finger. I have to fight the urge to buy everything I thought would put a smile on her face, my favorite sight in the world.

But now, I was repeatedly distracted by the clearly frustrated man standing next to me, eyeing the girls toy section like it was an enigma. I decide to approach him, but he’s still to lost in his thoughts to notice.

I clear my throat while giving him a light tap on the shoulder.

“Can I help you with anything?”

“Oh I didn’t realized you worked here.”

“I don’t.” I smile sweetly at him. “You just look like you’re trying to solve the worlds most challenging puzzle over here.”

He meets my eyes with a sheepish smile, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. I try my best to ignore just how attractive this man is. He’s definitely not available.

“I guess in a way I am. I’m trying to buy a Christmas gift for my daughter. It’s safe to say that I know absolutely nothing about girls. I want it to be absolutely perfect, and I just know whatever I get won’t be half of what she deserves.”

“Well I can help with that. How old is she and what does she like?”

He pushes his glasses up his nose, giving me a moment to ogle just how attractive his hands are.

“Her name is Alice, she’s 5. I know she loves Disney princesses. Ariel is her favorite I think... but even once I narrow it down to that, there is still just so much. Who knew shopping for little girls could be so overwhelming.”

I can’t help but giggle a bit at his helplessness. He starts to laugh along with me.

“I’m Spencer by the way.” I see him hesitate a moment before slowly extending a hand. I look at his extended hand with a slight feeling of guilt, knowing he’ll most likely judge me based on my response.

“Oh I’m sorry I hope you don’t think I’m rude but... I don’t really shake hands. It’s not personal it’s just all the germs. I don’t deal so well with them.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, but I can’t imagine why. Is he actually laughing at me? Seems a bit rude.

“You know I used to be the exact same way. I suppose having a kid has changed me more than I realize sometimes.”

I nod, quietly, knowing I can’t really relate.

“I’m sorry you’re probably really busy. Are you shopping for your daughter too?”

Unsure as to the reason why, I’m suddenly embarrassed to admit that I’m not actually a parent. Just a single loner in their mid-thirties, living vicariously through their best friend and their.

“Oh no, just a friend. I’m more than happy to help you out with Alice. If you want my best ideas though, I’ve got to be honest, a lot of it is online. I can show you the links real quick, I’d you’d like?”

“I feel like this would be easier if we just... Would you like to grab coffee? I know a great place just around the corner. You can show me all your ideas and hopefully we can pick out something for her together.”

Up until this point I didn’t want to make assumptions, but it’s becoming more clear that Spencer is most likely a single dad. I don’t want pry, but I can’t help but wonder what happened to her mom.

I try to hide my excitement at his offer.

“You had me at coffee. And I almost forgot, I’m Y/N!”

————————————————

Three hours and several cups of coffee later, I knew a small part of the life story belonging to Spencer Reid. He was an FBI agent, part of a team who hunts down serial killers. A profiler. Or former profiler? He used to work in the field, until he had to raise his daughter alone. He had been fallen hard and fast for someone who left him as soon as another opportunity, or person rather, had presented themselves. They left him a single dad, all alone with his 2 year old daughter, Alice.

Being a single parent, he knew he couldn’t continue a job that put him in harms way on a regular basis. He never had a problem putting his life on the line for others, but Alice had become his number one priority, without question. Switching to a desk job had allowed him to continue as a consult for the team while also teaching at the University.

As I looked over his attire, I couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t quite give off professor vibes at first glance. His cozy maroon sweater and glasses, perhaps. But his curly mop of disheveled hair and goofy grin made him look more like a cuddly muppet character. The more I listen to him talk the more I notice his intelligence. I should have known, given his professions. It didn’t take long to realize he was well out of my league, but he was kind enough to give me the time of day for whatever reason.

I keep drowining in his eyes or getting pulled in by the movement of his hands as he speaks. Listening to his voice is like gently floating down like a river. I don’t even notice when he’s stopped talking.

“What about you?”

“Hmm?” I pull myself out of my daze, trying not to look as enchanted by him as I feel.

“Oh uhh, nothing to tell really.” I shrug, picking up my coffe, hoping he’ll change the subject while I sip on my caramel latte.

“I find that hard to believe. What do you do?”

“I just run a small cafe in town.”

I feel as though hearing about my life is about as interesting as watching water boil, but Spencer could have fooled me. He looks genuinely invested as I tell him about how I earned my bachelors and masters in business management, eventually opening up The Cottage. I didn’t have any experience in the food industry, but my friend Nicole had immediately been on board with the idea of coming on as my cook.

“It sounds wonderful. I’ll definitely have to stop by sometime.” He smiles at me before sipping on the last of his second cup of coffee.

“You’re welcome to bring Alice, only if you want to. And Nicole makes a killer risotto!”

“Of course! ...Oh! I knew we were forgetting something. Alice!”

“The entire reason you asked me here, just a minor detail.” I can’t help but snicker at our absent mindedness, how easy it was to be completely swept away in the tide that was Spencer Reid.

His face fades a bit, though I’m not sure why. He simply nods, folding his hands in his lap.

“Sorry if this is weird but umm... can I see a picture of her? It’s just, well, it might help me to get a better idea. You don’t have to, if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Oh yeah!”He pulls out his wallet, unfolding a long strand of small photos, most of just his daughter, a few featuring him as well.

She was beautiful, brown eyed girl with soft, brown locks. She clearly had her fathers curly hair and soft, doe eyes. If it wasn’t obvious from the way he spoke about her, the pictures made it incredibly apparent that this girl was his whole world. Pure joy radiated from the photo of the two of them. I look up to to see the exact same look on his face, with a smile so big that his eyes crinkle.

That is the moment I knew he had me. I would follow this man anywhere, this adorable dad I had met on the toy isle only hours ago. The photos made it evident that she was just as crazy about him. It was almost too adorable for my heart to handle.

I take a deep breath before meeting his gaze, which is much closer now as we lean in over the table to look at the pictures.

“She’s beautiful.”

He looks down at the photos again with glassy eyes. “I know.”

He clears his throat and scoots back into his seat.

“So what did you have in mind?”

“Well, I have seen this online story that makes really pretty hand-made dresses that mimic the ones of each Disney Princess. Maybe a couple of her favorites? They also make knit blankets that look like mermaid tales. Or maybe a stuffed animal of one of her favorite characters? What little kid doesn’t like stuffed animals, right?”

Spencer nods along, absorbing all the suggestions I throw his way. After awhile, I help him settle on ordering a few we both like.

“I can’t wait to give these to her! She always loves Christmas morning. We open presents together and eat the cookies we made the night before while binging as many Christmas movies as possible.”

There was that smile again, the one he got when he talked about her. I wonder if she knows how lucky she is to have a dad that cares so much.

I can’t help but smile as well at the thought, which he quickly interrupted with “So what are your Christmas plans?”

I feel myself turning slightly red at the embarrassment of having to admit that I have none. Nothing much that is.

I shrug, hoping he won’t ask any more about it.

“Do you get to see your family?”

And there it was. The question I was desperately hoping to avoid. I know my inability to meet his gaze and consistent pulling at my fingers would be a dead give away of my uncertainty about speaking on the subject. I search for the best way to answer without seeming like I’m overcome with self pity. To be fair, I wasn’t. I didn’t mind spending the holidays alone. Not anymore. I had grown comfortable with the silence and comfort that comes from living alone.

The soft crackling of the fire, a fuzzy blanket, and a warm cup of hot chocolate had become my closest companions of each winter season. I spent many evenings curled up by the window, watching the snow dust the city as soft music flowed through my drafty, top floor apartment. Sometimes I’d dance and twirl around in my pajamas and socks, slipping and sliding on the wood floors. So yes, it was safe to say I truly enjoyed the time I spent getting to know myself.

“I uh, they’re not really around anymore. I was adopted by my parents when I was still a baby. They didn’t have any family but each other and then, well, me. I lost them to a car crash a few years back.”

I can tell he’s listening, but the one thing I always expect to see isn’t there. Pity. Instead I see kindness and understanding, and my heart welcomes it fully.

“Nicole is on vacation with her family for the holidays so it’s just me. I’m pretty used to it though, I make my own fun.” I give him smile to reinforce my point.

His eyes glaze over and I can tell I’ve lost him to a deep thought, as I see the gears turning in his head. He opens his mouth to speak before closing it again, and finally spouting out: “Come have dinner with us. On Christmas Eve.”

I had half expected a pity invite. A “why don’t you”. A “would you like to”. But Spencer hadn’t asked me. He had told me, in a way that left no room for arguing. I could tell he wasn’t going to budge on the matter. Whether it was the insistent but kind tone or the seriousness in his eyes, I don’t know. But I knew there was no use in fighting it. Not just the invitation, but the feelings quickly flooding my heart. Spencer Reid was like a fast approaching storm, but I didn’t want to outrun the rain. I wanted to dance in it, drenched in the downpour.

And that’s exactly what I did. As soon as I saw the look on his face when I said yes, it crashed over me like a wave, leaving me breathless and lost in the sea of my emotions.

[askthehamefuracast]

Following on the cake elimination question - This is for the whole group: coffee! Who drinks it? Who is not allowed coffee (and why)? Who prefers tea?

Katarina: I'm not allowed near coffee. But I do love hot cocoa! Alan: Neither am I. But I'm allowed tea, I actually have a lot of herbal teas from a maid who took care of me when I was sick. They're all really good, especially the mint tea. Sophia: Brother doesn't let me touch his coffee area. I much prefer juices actually. grape juice is one of my favorites. Prince Alan, Lady Katarina, and myself are not allowed to drink coffee because it makes us… over-excited I think. Keith: Over-excited is an understatement… Mary: If I need a boost, the occasional latte is usually a favorite. But I'm more of a tea person. Geordo: I don't like coffee, I drink it if I need it for caffeine, but nothing more. Nicol showed me the best method of getting an energy boost from it. Tastes too bitter though. Keith: I like coffee, but only if it's sweet. Not packed full of sugar sweet, but sweet enough it takes away from the bitterness. Nicol: I prefer drinking simple, black coffee. Adding anything to the coffee reduces the impact of the beans. Pure coffee is to be drunken without anything else. Sophia: Big brother is very passionate about his coffee. Just as much as Raphael is about his tea. Raphael: It's a preference. I like the gentle and soothing flavors of tea leaves then the strength of coffee beans. Though I will admit, it was a fun debate between Master Nicol and I back during our first year. Haha, we were arguing about which was the superior beverage. I nearly forgot about that… Sora: Doesn't matter to me as long as it's tasty. Though I do tend to like things on the bitter side, never really was into anything overly sweet. Maria: I don't really like anything bitter. One of my favorite things to drink is cold sweet tea. It's very refreshing, especially after a hot day. Lahna: I'm more of a coffee drinker, nothing else gets me more excited for research and experiments than a nice shot of caffeine. Geoffrey: I agree, coffee gets me through the late nights. Though I always like it with cream~ Ian: I am more interested in tea. One of my favorites is chamomile since it's calming. Selena: I also prefer tea, there's a cafe that has my favorite apple spice tea.

[illuminatvm]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬) 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫?

— 𝚏𝚝. 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚒

Violence. It twists and writhes within him, a predator with its head raised after being awakened. The death of any vampire is enough to garner his attention, yet with word of murder— he wonders if the deceased had visited his shop, if he’d sunk into a plush chaise lounge or ever found a book to his liking. And, after he’s thought about the deceased he wonders what might have killed them. Or, rather, who might have killed them. Carmine rolls his shoulders as he stands, walking towards the railing so he could survey the main floor. A vampire is dead, and it isn’t his business. But, he can sense the tension coming from those within the cafe. Even if this place is meant to be a haven of sorts, it can not completely escape what goes on beyond its doors. 

“Carmine.”

He doesn’t look away as he watches one of the baristas pour milk into the waiting cappuccino mug ( a mage named Nicole ), but hums in assent for the male beside him to begin speaking. Her latte art is still shaky, he notes. She could perfect that in time. 

“—if we wanted to order more stock now, or if we were going to be ordering a different blend for next month.” It’s his supply manager, Nicolas. He’s a vampire as well, dressed impeccably in a suit that belonged at a corporate law firm rather than in a coffee shop. But, the law firm is his day job, and his hobby is the cafe. Really, Carmine thinks that the man wants an excuse to travel to different growers. 

“I’ll call them by the end of the day today, there’s a roast I’m curious about from Nicaragua that we might have next month instead. But, I don’t see why we can’t have both.” Carmine blinks, turning away from the scene of the busy cafe and rests his hip against the railing, crossing his arms as he considers Nicolas with a thoughtful expression on his features. “The murdered vampire…” His words are inaudible to human ears, but he’s swiftly met with a severe shake of Nicolas’ head. 

“No. It’ll be fine.”

There are ideas already forming in his head, opinions formed from decades of knowledge. Yet, not everything is as they seem. He’s as scared as he is worried, which is not at all. In fact, it’s difficult to tell if he looks irritated because of the situation or if being told ‘no’ had caused the subtle look of vexation on his face.

“So, I should just focus on the shop.”

“Exactly.”

“Neat.”

The two stand there for another moment, silently staring. The man in the suit looks away first. 

“I’ll keep an ear to the ground.”

“As will I.”

They walk away from each other smiling.

[nostalgiaispeace]

1705.

Vanilla Chai Latte : Are you in love? yes <3

Flat White : Coffee or Tea? coffee


Cappuccino : What’s your middle name? Nicole

Mocha : Dream Job? singer

Pumpkin Spice : Dream car? 1967 Chevy impala

Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? England because i’ve always wanted to go


Old English : You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you? my husband

Iced Chocolate : Do you have a crush on someone? no

Caramel Frappe : Favorite video game? the last of us


Iced Lemon Tea : Favorite song/band? don’t have a fav song. my fav band is Flyleaf.


Iced Cafe Mocha : Favorite thing to do on rainy days? read

Hot Chocolate : Are you an affectionate person? i can be

Caramel Macchiato : You’re travelling the entire world but you can only take one person with you. Who do you take? My husband

Green Tea : How tall are you? 5′4.

Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action? hide Mint Tea : How do you relax? i don’t know anymore

Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games? Board games.


Iced Coffee : Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favorite book? LOVE; and Harry Potter


Italian Soda : Describe your dream date movies and dinner


Sparkling Water : Describe what qualities you look for in a person my husband

Orange Juice : Have you ever had a valentine? yes

Rose Hip Tea : Describe your first kiss it was lame

Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy? black cherry

[forkanna]

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The instant Elsa had been bumped up to VIP, she saw the resolution changed. In fact, the entire page changed; now all the ads and things around the borders were gone. The chat was still there, but the rest of the page was now devoted fully to Roxanne's feed and the little buttons beneath her.

"Wow, you really did that," she purred with a big grin.

'DId what?'

"C'mon, don't kid a kidder. You liked having me all to yourself, and as soon as those other guys came in you sniped me into VIP."

Hating just how hot her neck and cheeks were growing, Elsa typed, 'Wow thanks for calling me out.'

"Awww, I'm just teasing you." Her eyelashes fluttered innocently before she smirked like a fox. "Okay. You've got five minutes. What do you want me to start off with?"

'I just want to hear more about you.'

"Ohhhh, one of those." Hearing herself, she held up a hand and hastily added, "Which is fine! Like, don't get me wrong, I'm not- I wasn't trying to yuck your yum or whatever. We get a lot of guys who are more into just… paying for a little company. Like, obviously more guys who want to see my pussy, but it's your dollar."

SEE HER PUSSY. Now Elsa was full-on blushing, and trying to ignore sensations running into all areas of her body. But that was artificial; she knew it was part and parcel of the camgirl experience, but she still felt it was "cutting in line". What she wanted was to date this girl. Intelligently, she knew that wasn't possible, but…

'My dollar would be better spent taking you out to dinner.'

"Oooh, a romaaaaantic," she drawled out with a giggle. "But I mean, you are, kind of. The money you spent on this is gonna help me eat at some point or another."

'Yeah? Chocolate cake again or do you eat real food?'

"Chocolate-" Her eyes went wide, and she fell silent as she blinked a couple of times. The silence deepened until it actually became awkward.

'Are you okay?'

"You… saw that. How could you, I'm not even…" She licked her lips, a little distressed. "U-um… so did you want me to take any of this off?"

'Wait. I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.'

"It's fine," she told her with a practiced smile. "I just didn't know I had a… fan on my hands."

Stalker. She meant stalker and Elsa knew it, and she felt her anxiety spiking through the roof. That was what she was. And it had been more or less unintentional; she was a fan who jumped at the chance to remain a fan when she stumbled upon her change in employment. But she had to clear the air.

'I swear I didn't mean to stalk you. I just wanted to see more of you on LenzLaydeez.'

"Y-yeah," Roxanne giggled, throat constricting as she swallowed. "Smart guy like you, hunting me down. I'm impressed." No, she wasn't. She was scared.

'You have no reason to believe me but I didn't. Your name is gone from that site and I thought I would never see you again.' 'But I saw a pop up for your new site and I instantly recognised you.' 'Maybe I should go.'

"Wait!" she piped up, crawling a little closer to the webcam. "Y-you paid for the whole treatment, right? Let me… show you a little something."

'No.'

This time, Roxanne was incredulous. "No? I mean… what are we doing here, then? Don't you want the whole Roxanne experience? Or…" She glanced anxiously off to one side. "The Kim experience?"

'I want to go back in time and not frighten you. It was never my intention and I'm sorry.'

By now, the poor girl was at a loss. She tried for another smile, leaned a little closer to the camera. "It doesn't matter. I just want to be sexy for you. I mean, you already paid, and I… I'm not about taking money that I didn't earn. Okay? So maybe…"

But she trailed off when she saw more words appear: 'The money is yours. I was stupid. You're charming and sweet and you deserve to feel safe. I'm sorry.'

Then Elsa slammed the lid of the laptop shut before anything more could happen. The last image burned into her memory was one of a puzzled Roxanne looking straight into the camera eye, mouth slightly open. Wondering what to make of her potential stalker.

"Story of my life," Elsa sobbed aloud as she got up and made herself get ready for bed. As if she could actually sleep at all tonight; not very likely.

                                                  ~ o ~

The next day, she did her best to forget everything. Went to the gym, called her parents and had the usual tense chat about her career trajectory and her lack of husband. She had tried explaining her woes with the soap situation, and they were patient and not at all cruel, but also told her the studio had every right to protect their image, and she would eventually find a nice man and settle down. They often suggested Brad this or Chris that as potential mates and she politely declined their matchmaking attempts.

"So I've got you booked on Ellen in two days," her agent, Edna, was telling her brusquely as they sipped their expensive lattes in an expensive cafe. She would have been fine with Starbucks but the diminutive woman insisted; she might have needed a high chair, but she commanded respect wherever she went. "That Sunday morning show on, well, Sunday. And don't forget the premiere is in a few weeks, darling."

"Mmm."

Raising her eyebrows at the sullen star, Edna adjusted her glasses and snapped, "What's the matter with you? Hm? Well? I am giving you gold and you are giving me nothing, nothing at all. Work with me."

"It's… a personal matter. I'm afraid I hurt someone without meaning to."

"Well, they'll get over it. You are Elsa Norberg, and you are a shooting star, girl," she told her with a no-nonsense look. "Strut your stuff and let the world worship the ground you walk on. Take it from me - or did you forget I molded Nicole? Julia? Elizabeth?"

"I haven't," she sighed with a weary smile. "And I'm grateful for your expertise. But I can't be in a good mood all the time, can I?"

Before Edna could retort, her phone went off. And when she saw the alert all sound seemed to cease around her. She had an email.

From Roxanne.

                                                   To Be Continued…

[xyliane]

self-indulgent killugon au #917: baker au

it all started with this quote from an interview with nicole byers, host of nailed it! (which is an excellent netflix show and everyone should watch it for hilarious baking fails):

and I turned to @ikarikari​ and @trashsketch​ and went “killugon baker au.” and in the interest of amassing everything in one place as best as possible, I’m just going to write a bullet pointed list for this AU and no one can stop me.

first off: gon works at a bakery palm owns. killua has been going there on his way to work for several weeks

he and palm are...confrontational: killua has not had his coffee, palm is just generally antagonistic because she’s been up since 3:30am. they get along really well

the first time gon meets killua is when he hears a customer (killua) arguing really loud one morning when he’s had maybe 2h of sleep. he comes out to toss the asshole on his ass, but then palm laughs. so gon immediately likes the guy, because it’s hard to make palm laugh especially in the mornings

but one morning gon’s working the register, and he’s basically a human ball of sunshine who gives killua a smile and a free shot of espresso, and killua immediately has a crush

palm usually works storefront in the morning rush for a few reasons:

this is a bakery, not a cafe--if you want a morning pastry, fine, but this isn’t a spot for hanging out. if you wanna hang out you gotta deal with Angry Bakery Owner

gon gets hit on all the time. he’s actually fantastic as a cashier but palm also has a stack of “call me ;)” napkins that leorio comes in weekly to burn

(leorio finds it cathartic to help someone while he’s in his first year of Actual Doctor M.D.’ing)

gon finds it incredibly awkward but he’s also gone out with a few customers that palm doesn’t immediately run off

killua manages not to hit on gon because that’s Rude and alluka and nanika would be Displeased

he does, however, run into gon after they both finish work, and drags him off to a semipro sports game he has to go to for work reasons--he does a lot of business exec stuff and this one would have meant too much mingling. but he and gon end up having a lot of fun together!

gon really appreciates not being hit on at work, and killua turns out to be really interesting! for one, killua’s a lot nicer than palm makes him out to be (killua: whAT SHE IS WAY WORSE), and killua’s really cool even when he’s undercaffeinated!

killua learns that hot baker isn’t just hot, he’s pretty smart in a weird way and he’s funny and has a habit of regularly surprising him, whether with food or sharp observations or just being gon

the next day there’s a little cupcake with his name on it waiting by the register

killua: why does this have my name on it

gon, from the back: it’s for you killua!

palm: no

killua: but it has my name!

palm: you owe me $1.75

killua, mouth full: too late

they do manage to actually go out on a friendly date or two before killua shows up for his morning caffeine and propositions gon via baked goods

he has been working up the nerve to ask gon out himself for awhile, but he rolls up all smooth while gon’s on a break between morning rushes and after successfully getting a date, goes “bring something you want me to eat off you tonight”

gon basically bsods. there is no gon home. 

killua manages to saunter off before hyperventilating 

once gon’s recovered, palm (who has heard everything and is torn between knives and laughing really hard) basically goes “here are your options MAKE THIS”

so that night gon shows up with a box of chocolates and a cake with a "haha palm overheard and I think she has weird ideas but I'm down if you are" and killua cancels their dinner plans immediately

MORE CHARACTER STUFF UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE I HAVE LOST CONTROL OF THIS AU

killua’s a business exec in the city. his office building has a kinda high-end hipstery cafe on the first floor, but accidentally gets off a stop early one day and stumbles into palm’s bakery desperate for caffeine

she uses ganache in her mocha lattes and killua refuses to go anywhere else ever again

he’ll take the extra 10min walk it takes to get to work, she uses REAL CHOCOLATE

gon used to play rugby, and he still stays in shape by weightlifting and biking to and from work for his 4am-2pm shift

he also was in prison for 6 months for assault before he started working for palm: he worked as a bouncer while playing rugby, and one night he broke up a really nasty bar fight that led to him punching a cop in the face

the cop was trying to break it up, gon was trying to break it up, everything went wrong

gon’s from a poor background and is an islander, and he ended up getting more blame than he should have

the one good thing is palm was also at the bar that night (got off because she did not punch a cop, she just punched assholes). she writes gon going “hey that was the shit end of the stick, hmu if you want a job when you get out”

gon also volunteers at mito’s dog shelter. 

this is entirely because I want gon to be napping in piles of puppies

he takes killua there for a date after they’re both done with work and killua has to wake him up with doggie kisses

palm’s a better baker and decorator than gon (that’s why she’s the owner and the one who does cakes and stuff), but gon gets really good at baking bread--helps that mito had him kneading bread when he was a kid

killua: so that means you’re good with your hands

gon: yes?

killua: I mean--your hands, they’re. talented?

gon: I like touching you too, killua

palm: NOT IN MY BAKERY YOU FUCKS

gon is still in really good shape, but now that he’s not playing rugby or in jail, he gets a little pudgy over the muscle

killua, who runs marathons and probably does crossfit or something, absolutely loves this, but also is Very Worried about getting fat

then again killua exists on caffeine and sugar alone, so gon brings him lunch shortly after they start Officially Dating and it’s 90% vegetables and killua is all “YOU WORK AT A BAKERY GIVE ME SUGAR”

gon threatens to take away his caffeine

this au exploded and I love it it’s very sweet and saccharine and I needed some fluff. 

[rachello344]

ALL.

Fair enough XD  This is what I deserve hahaha

Vanilla Chai Latte : Are you in love?You know, I’m not sure I know myself well enough to answer this one.  XD;;;  I’ve always been shit at identifying my own feelings.  I’ll probably have it figured out within the next, oh, decade or so?  XDD;;;  It’s...  It’s really anyone’s guess.  “What is love” ahaha;;;;;;;

Flat White : Coffee or Tea?Neither XD;;  Hot chocolate all the way

Cappuccino : What’s your middle name?Nicole.  ^^

Mocha : Dream Job?I’d like to be an editor for YA!  (Maybe an author as well?)

Pumpkin Spice : Dream car?I don’t have many strong feelings about cars tbh, but someday I’d like to get a New Car.  That would be cool.

Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?I’d like to go a lot of places tbh!!  I’d go just about anywhere as long as it was with the right person.  ^^

Old English : You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you?My head says “Bear Grylls” but my heart says “You”  XD  Anyone else, I’d worry about in-fighting after long enough in a high stress situation, but I think we’d do okay. 

Iced Chocolate : Do you have a crush on someone?Excellent question.

Caramel Frappe : Favorite video game?Breath of the Wild for sure, but I’ll play any Zelda game without much prompting tbh  Also Luigi’s Mansion is the SHIT

Iced Lemon Tea : Favorite song/band?My Chemical Romance, and my favorite song changes day by day.  Right now I’m feeling Panic! at the Disco’s “Roaring Twenties”

Iced Cafe Mocha : Favorite thing to do on rainy days?Watch the rain, eat something warm, stay in PJs, spend time with people I love.  Also run around in it, with or without an umbrella.  I have rain boots, so I love to splash around in puddles XD

Hot Chocolate : Are you an affectionate person?I’m trying to be.  I tend to be a little...  idk, I’m not always a huge fan of being touched, so physical affection is hard, but I think that’s probably not good for me, so I’m working on it little by little.  I do feel a lot of affection and often, I’m just not always good at showing it.  XD;;;;

Caramel Macchiato : You’re travelling the entire world but you can only take one person with you. Who do you take?You, again.  I hope that’s not weird XD  I can’t imagine spending that much time with very many people tbh

Green Tea : How tall are you?Around 5′8

Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action?Gather non-perishables, fill bath tub(s) with water, arrange for a portable stove, sequester me and mine on an upper floor with all our supplies and weapons, and destroy the stairs.  Create a rope ladder so we can move about freely without making way for the zombie hoard.  If we had money, I’d say find an island and stay there, but this is my “we had no time” plan.  ...  I thought about this a lot in high school.

Mint Tea : How do you relax?Playing video games, rewatching movies and shows I enjoy, spending time with the people I love.  Also, sometimes, holing up in my room with some music and a good fic, avoiding my family.  XD

Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games?Board games!!  I will play any board game at any time, you only need to teach me the rules.  ;D  I especially enjoy Clue, Pictionary, and more current versions of Trivial Pursuit.

Iced Coffee : Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favorite book?I love reading!  My current favorite book is probably The Foxhole Court, but I’m a huge fan of Libba Bray (YA) and Dorothy Sayers (golden age mystery) as well.

Italian Soda : Describe your dream dateHmm  Disneyland or an Aquarium or a Planetarium.  I also like all kinds of museums though.  And ice skating is always super fun...  I like Activities, basically XD  Something you don’t get to do everyday!  I’m also good with staying in and watching something fun, making something yummy... or going out to dinner...  Honestly, I’d be happy with just about anything XD  I just have to know it’s actually a Date!!

Sparkling Water : Describe what qualities you look for in a personKindness!  Above all, I want the people I’m with to be kind.  I like when we have similar opinions on most things.  I want to be able to have long conversations and lose track of time.  ^^

Orange Juice : Have you ever had a valentine?Nope!  No one’s ever asked me before, and I’ve never asked anyone else.  I usually make Valentines for all my friends though.

Rose Hip Tea : Describe your first kissI’ve uh still never had one XD;;;

Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy?Baked goods and/or vanilla or cinnamon.  Without hesitation.  If it’s Christmas, though, I’ll get pine.  ^^

GOD THERE WERE SO MANY I’M SORRY I’M PUTTING YOU THROUGH THAT TOO  XDDD  Thanks for returning the favor?  I guess?  XDDD  It was fun anyway XD  Been awhile since I answered so many hahaha

[strawberrymarshmallowstories]

Oneshot | Coffee Cups and Little Scribbles

Title: Coffee Cups and Little Scribbles

Pairing: Hoseok/Reader

Word Count: a tad bit over 3K <3

Rating: SFW guys, it’s all safe!

Summary:  You never knew a simple message on a coffee cup could change your Christmas.

MASTERLIST

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  2 weeks to go until Christmas. You thought just as you popped a small gingerbread man on top of a latte. Gingerbread lattes had become a weakness of yours, a secret indulgence when the frost pinched your cheeks, and with quiet concern you saw the manager go around the cupboards, trying to find some more biscuits. You were not going to confess how many you'd had.

 Working in a coffee shop was far from where you wished to be during holidays, but you needed to pay your bills. They were more than happy to be flexible around your schedule and who said no to extra money, free coffee and work that required auto-pilot more than complex problem solving skills.

 Bingo.

 Well, sometimes the coffee machine did stop working, and that did require some brain-power.

 'Is that the best you can do?' You heard a voice that had taken you a month to get used to - it was bright and bubbly, but with a twist of sugar-rush on the top. Demanding your attention, you knew she would never go unheard.

 You ignored her, managing on a smile that came easier than you thought, and handed the coffee over to a customer whose smile was enough of a thanks, and you wished her a wonderful day.

 Homely and cosy. This was the theme for the coffee shop, with its variety of armchairs and small round tables that breathed a little history in the place.

 'I already got like, enough tips to cover my shift for 2 hours.’

 Your co-worker Nicole was otherwise lovely, but way too competitive. And sometimes her gossip streak got the best of her. Over time she had must've got the hint that you just did not care and her stories were spared on ears that would respond in a way that she wished.

 You definitely did not need to know about anyone's intimate lives or who did what and where.

 Although, the where was sometimes rather interesting.

 'Is that-' She abruptly said as her body went still, and despite the early morning, your head snapped towards the door.

 And indeed there he was.

 Everyone called him the Americano guy, as no one had yet the nerve to ask for his name. Reddish hair that changed its colour more often than seasons (according to basically everyone), cheekbones and jaw sharp lines that would make many men envious, shoulders just wide enough to make you yearn for a pair of strong arms around you. He was a beautiful man, his steps light and smooth-

 And he had the most beautiful smile you had ever seen.

 'Good morning!' You heard Nicole chirp as she rushed to the till, her hands still adjusting her apron that was on the verge of falling off her hips. As always - that girl did not know how to tie properly.

 He smiled and luckily enough for you his focus was on her. Luckily, because you had a stupid smile tugging at your lips.

 'Hello Nicole,' he said without glancing at her name tag, voice just a tad bit lower than you had expected. 'Can I have an Americano please? I'll have it here.'

 'Of course! It will be my pleasure!' She chirped again and you dragged your eyes away just in time before the beautiful stranger caught yours. 

 He must've thought you were new, and you weren't surprised as during the term you were on evening duty, way after your lectures and workshops into late hours. But stories of this man had still reached you through different sources, and you had always wondered who was the cause of all the buzz. Especially if even your quiet but strict manager joined in with words of admiration.

 By instinct your hands prepared the coffee while your mind lingered somewhere in-between. After locking it into place, you let it drip while you prepared the saucer and a small spoon - and thanked yourself for polishing some teaspoons as no one else seemed to understand the importance. Little things, as they would say.

 Same words, only from a different perspective.

 Your back facing the commotion, his voice still managed to cut through your seemingly occupied thoughts. His tone of silk contrasted against Nicole's high-pitched squeal and the difference was strange but beautiful. With a voice like his, he was a blessing on the listening ears.

 It was like a soft caress over your senses.

 And for once you wished the Christmas playlist to stop. For the first time ever it was a little too loud.

 'Here you go,' you said, your voice a little higher than usual - which was probably as much of a surprise to you than to Nicole whose quick glance at you meant she had noticed.

 She didn't need to look surprised, you were surprised enough.

 You knew exactly what it was that had charmed her and most possibly had made many women throw themselves at his feet. The small dimples in his cheeks were something magical as they did weird things to your stomach whenever they appeared.

 And then his eyes fell on you. Those extraordinary eyes, so clear and soft, pinning you on the spot.

 Your knees almost buckled.

 You couldn't look away, as if in a trance.

 'Thank you,' he said with a flicker in his eyes, smile untouched, 'Have a nice day, you two. Don't get caught in the snowstorm!'

 'We will, so please come and save us!' Nicole chirped from beside you, her body angled in obvious invitation. For the first time ever her words did not steal your attention and you could not blame yourself - you eyes were stuck on his back, wondering exactly how a single person could make the whole cafe buzz from excitement.

 Not that you didn't know it already. It wasn't that he was just handsome and charming - he exuded sincerity, quiet confidence, and literally felt like a ray of sunshine from the moment he stepped in.

 It was his whole presence, it was who he was.

 He laughed and took a seat in the corner at the front, and fell into his own world of what you presumed was work, completely oblivious to the giggles that erupted next to you. And completely oblivious to the glances from nearby tables.

 Soon enough people would start gathering.

 'Oh my god, I found out his name!' She low-key squealed and you had to slap her arm to keep it down, not bothering to hide your own smile. You weren't sure if it was him, or was Nicole's excitement brushing off on you.

 The light from the street outlined his figure, his hair even redder than the dark strands you thought these had been before.

 And then it got busy.

 Unfortunately you didn't see him leaving.

 ~

  12 days to go until Christmas. You thought and a week had never felt longer. Yes, you had agreed to do some extra hours as your uni was on a break, but you kind of missed even the most boring professor whose lecture recordings were like a saviour during sleepless nights.

 By now you knew how to keep yourself awake, and the key was the free coffee that was now an integral part of your daily life.

 With an invisible sigh and a smile on your lips, you served another caramel latte with extra caramel syrup to a young mother that really needed a pick-me-up. All while her toddlers' sole mission was to try to run around the counter. The mother apologised, the toddler only frowned, but clearly understanding what a no meant.

 Even if he didn't like it.

 That done, you took a breather as the morning rush was finally over. You were on a shift with Nicole and Stefan for the day and you were quite happy with it. Stefan, the seemingly nerdy but in reality such a smooth flirt, was a guy with few words but who was incredibly enthusiastic about coffee - which was good for him, and for you as well.

 Good because his knowledge was bound to brush off on you, helping you to create connections with both regulars and new discoverers of coffee. The key was confidence and knowledge.

 'How's the Christmas blend?' You jolted from surprise, heart pounding against your ribcage. You had not heard the door open, which on quiet mornings was like nails across the chalkboard.

 But that was not important.

 'Uhm- it's- it's quite nice-,' You stuttered from surprise, your lips and vocal chords not quite catching up. And you could not stop yourself in time as you fell into what used to be a part of your life.

 Panic settled in, growing stronger by the millisecond and just barely you caught the end of it. You suppressed an urge to run, to escape, to hide. Anxiety had never hit you this hard and had always been a silent reminder of what you had used to feel.

 This was all behind you now. You took a deep breath in.

 If he noticed, he made no note of it. 'I'll try that one, but can I have it takeaway?' His hand moved, and your eyes couldn't help but follow the way he loosened the scarf around his neck. His unhurried movements calmed you.

 'It's quite warm in here, isn't it,' he said. You nodded and took the payment.

 'Sorry, it's early and I haven't had a cup of coffee yet,' you voiced, adding in a small laugh when the silence felt too much. 

 Not even the Christmas carols could fill in the gap.

 'That's alright, I believe you,' Hoseok smiled a little wider as he tapped his card against the machine.

 'It really is nice though,' you said when you trusted your body once again, 'it's similar to our regular brew, but smoother with hints of Christmas spices. It's like a festive take on our traditional coffee which has everyone going for seconds.'

 You saw him nod and took this as a cue to start preparing the coffee. With your back turned to him you released a slow breath you had not noticed you had been holding. Nicole had finished with a customer, and she was eyeing you from the corner of her eye. Obviously trying to find a spot when to pipe in - and you could've actually used some help.

 Not that you would ever admit to it.

 'It would be nice to try it,' he said and just as you were about to respond with something you couldn't recall, you heard a phone go off.

 He stepped away and his words turned into a soft mumble, drowned out by the noise of the cafe. Before you knew it, Nicole was already next to you.

 'You have to write something on the cup!' She said, her eyes full of such joy that for a second you forgot she was your age. You could probably take her excitement and turn it into glitter, but what scared you was a marker in her hands.

 You had to admit her persistence was admirable.

 'I will not,' you flat-out refused, appalled at her suggestion, 'Who does that anyway?'

 Nicole raised one of her eyebrows and continued with a furious whisper, 'I do, and it works! Otherwise I'll do it!'

 You twisted away from her, further away from her reach. No way you were going to risk with Hoseok never placing his foot in this cafe ever again.

  But how come seconds later it was still in your hands? And to your dismay, there was black writing on the cup staring back at you, which had turned out quite nice considering the rush.

  Have a fab day! :)

  Hoseok did not seem to notice it as he thanked you for the coffee and took off. Although you did have to admit, you did put in extra effort to ensure it would be facing away from him. Baby steps were the key.

 The second he left, you sagged against the wall.

 You moaned, hitting your head against the wall behind you. Stefan gave you a pitied look while Nicole stayed, a victorious smile playing on her lips.

 'It's good! You have to pique his interest!' She said, 'I mean, I would totally go for him but I can read my cues..'

 You froze, eyes wide, 'Why did you let me do it then?'

 'Well, I was available to take a customer but he just walked over to you even though you were busy,' she shrugged. But then her voice turned sweeter, almost dreamy, 'This is so lovely though, it must be the start of something new.'

 'Oh no no, don't you High School Musical me,' you warned and just as you were about to snap something else, Nicole grinned as she was saved by an approaching customer.

 'It's your fault if he never steps a foot in here again,' you hissed and Nicole only gave you a knowing grin before letting her voice be carried over the cafe in a warm welcome.

 At that moment, who knew you would keep writing messages on his takeaway cups.

 ~

  7 days to go until Christmas. You thought as you took a sip of your own coffee, savouring the first sip of the day, fresh on your tongue. You had been working for the whole week and were dying for a day off, and had gone way too over the number of people you could talk to in a day without a wavering smile.

 You were mentally preparing yourself for another upcoming day, letting yourself indulge in the quiet early morning as you took in the scent of the Christmas blend that had become your favourite.

 Funny, how before working there you rarely used to drink coffee.

 There went the bell again, a bright chime that now did nothing to elevate your mood, and you got up from your small bench you had dragged from the back kitchen. Managing on a smile that for some may have seemed forced, you sent out your first greeting of the day. To you it was the best you could do on the seventh day of work.

 Making coffees used to be fun, but you guessed it was not your thing after all. It didn't excite you as it excited Stefan.

 Was there anything that excited you as much coffee excited Stefan?

 'Not looking very happy today,' you heard a voice, a voice that had become so familiar, but you still froze on the spot as you drew in a sharp breath.

 A voice that made goosebumps erupt all over your skin and what once had been a forced smile, was now a smile that could have melted icebergs.

 You guessed you had enough energy after all.

 'Good morning,' you chirped out, only a second later realising you must've sounded like Nicole. Once again he did not make note of it.

 'It's freezing outside,' he commented as he opened the helms of his coat. He was wearing a beautiful burgundy sweater underneath and the colour had never looked so good.

 You tried to keep your eyes on his face. 'It is americano for you?'

 'Yes please,' he said and you turned around to prepare while he flipped through his cards, and tapped the card machine. Without a word he took his bag and coat over to his usual spot. You guessed he was drinking it there today.

 'Hi Hoseok, my new favourite friend!', Nicole's voice rang over the floor and you would've told her to quiet down if there had been any other customers.

 There wasn't any, so you said nothing.

 You watched him turn to Nicole with a smile, with a wave and a greeting before turning back to you.

 'No messages for me today?' He said jokingly, and you almost choked on oxygen. You coughed, and felt your ears fuming.

 'It's not you,' you said in response to his grin, and Nicole's laugh cut through your thoughts. 'Stop embarrassing me, or I'll sabotage your coffee.'

 'If you spike it, please make it strong,' Hoseok said with a wink and Nicole giggled once again. You turned away to prepare his coffee, not daring to say anything in fear of making it even worse.

 ~

  4 days to go until Christmas. You thought as you pulled your hair up into a ponytail. You had two days off, and there was only a couple more to go before you would be off for the Christmas days. And you would skip away after your last shift of the year, with a Christmas carol on your lips.

 'Look at you today,' Nicole said, in her own way of saying you looked nice. From her it was an acknowledgement. And truth be told, you had been feeling good when you opted for a red lip and a tad bit mascara. Feeling festive? Maybe.

 You were feeling amazing, looked amazing and felt like the world was open at your feet. It was one of those days where you just felt good.

 And it would be a cherry on the top if Hoseok decided to drop by. Not that you cared that much, of course.

 Liar.

 And even amidst all this, he still managed to surprise you as he was late, appearing just before your lunch break was supposed to start and your stomach grumbled as on time.

 You had to admit he had played a major part of your cheerfulness and glee as the days passed one by one, not even minding the work and the customers that were in danger to be set off even at the slightest threat.

 Whether it was the coffee not being dry enough, or the milk being too hot for a hot chocolate. You had seen it all.

 'Do you even have a day off?' He asked after a brief greeting, faking a shocked expression which you laughed off before mentioning your two days off and how you had done nothing productive.

 And you almost had to slap yourself. What happened to reading an interesting book or taking up a course?

 You know, projecting yourself like an adult.

 'Oh, I guess it's the last time I'll see you then,' he said with a furrowed brow, his head tilting to the right. Just a tiny bit that usually would've gone unnoticed.

 'Wait,' you said, confused. 'Why so?'

 'You're going back to evening shifts, aren't you?'

 And it dawned upon you.

 'You can always drop in and say-'

 But he cut you off, 'Do you want to go on a date?'

  The world stilled around you.

  Silence.

  'Wait, what, me?'

 Nicole, who had been on the floor to collect some cups, stood there, eyes wide. As if not believing what she was witnessing, and not really grasping if what was happening was a dream or reality. You didn't blame her, you were thinking the same.

 'Yeah, I'd love to take you out for dinner, or even for a cup of coffee.. somewhere else, of course,' he said as his hand came up to the back of his neck.

 'Or you can just take it that your messages called out to my heart and I would love to see more of these,' he added with a laugh.

 And suddenly Nicole was there, grabbed his phone from his hands and shoved it into yours.

 'Just do it. I can't stand watching you any longer!'

 Hoseok laughed.

 And so did you, as you typed in your number.

     ~

[maxattack-powell]

Enough is Enough

***This is an original fic built to fall in the middle of Chapter 1-13 in my masterlist, right as they leave the hospital***

Masterlist - go here for other chapters and related original fics

Disclaimer: The following are fics (adaptations from actual game chapters AND original works) to Choices: The Freshman and The Sophomore stories. It is a fictional adaptation. I do not work for Pixelberry Studios, the game developer or own the rights to the characters Chris Powell, Nicole or any other IN GAME character. All of the ORIGINAL characters, storylines and events were developed for my adaptation of The Freshman story.

Comments: I enjoyed playing Choices The Freshman… and then I found this awesome group of people and their works - I’ve loved it all, very much so. Deciding that I wanted more interaction than the options allowed, I’ve gone through the first book, chapter by chapter (omg painfully slow) to follow the story (95-99% I’d say) and add to it as I felt would benefit.

Basically, I wanted to include certain things that weren’t really full fic size worthy, adding to the story. However, I did add some full size fic moments also… some are included in cannon chapters, some are their own full chapters in between. I wanted to see MC and Chris through their freshman year… with more angst, fluff, sweetness, real life and overall detail. So, if you like that pairing then you’ll be satisfied, otherwise sorry James & Kaitlyn fans lol. I even added some parts from Chris’s POV, so that we have a chance to see what he’s thinking, knowing what she experienced.

There will be ADULT and/or NSFW moments in certain chapters - this is a warning lol. I will try my best to make it obvious as it occurs…

Paring: MC x Chris

POV: ~MC~ or ~Chris~

 ~Chris~

They all make their way towards the exit after deciding they should get some rest. Chris moves in step with James, shoving his hands in his pockets. "By the way, James... thanks for your help, man." James’s face remains neutral as keeps his eyes focused forward as they all walk. "Of course." Everyone pauses right outside the door. Brandon puts his hand on Zack's shoulder. "Tell Kaitlyn she'll have a free latte waiting for her at the cafe when she's feeling up to it, okay, Zack?" Zack gives him a small smile. "Will do."

As they stand there for a moment, Chris thinks about how to get everyone home. In a rush to get to the hospital, they all jumped in multiple cars. Brandon brought Zack, Tyler and Abbie in his car, while MC and Lelia arrived with James. Chris had Becca with him in his Jeep when they arrived, but he remembers that she got a ride home with Madison a while ago. They were all lucky enough to find spots on the main road without having to search the parking garage off to the side of the hospital when they first got there, allowing them get to the waiting room that much quicker.

Trudging down the sidewalk, Zack, Brandon and Tyler walk up front as James, Abbie, Chris and MC stagger behind them. MC begins to slow her walk, quietly falling behind the group, her eyes trained to the ground. They others continue on towards the parked vehicles not noticing the drop in attendance.

Except Chris. He immediately notices and slows to match her, turning his head slightly, his face turning into a frown as he studies her face. “MC?” He inquires softly.

She stops and stands there, the rest of the group much further ahead now, all out of hearing range. She doesn't look up or say anything for a moment as she pivots slightly, putting the group behind her. Chris shifts on his feet and speaks again. “Hey…”

She angles her body more towards Chris’s direction, but doesn’t look up as she begins to speak. “I know things have been weird between us Chris...” She begins tentatively.

He flinches when he realizes what might be said in the next few minutes. “MC…” He tries to interrupt her but she's not having it, quickly holding up her hand to silence him.

“Please. I need to say a few things.” She takes a deep breath, keeping her eyes trained on her hands, tilting her head away from him slightly he moves to stand closer to her, his blue eyes fiercely searching hers.

“I… I know things have been weird. And I’m sorry. For everything I’ve done to help create this... situation.” She sighs. “I should have listened, and not let myself sink as I clearly have. But I get it now.” She turns her face further away from him and pauses for a moment before continuing. “To be honest, I miss you. I miss my friend. But it is what it is now. I have to live with everything as is.”

Chris starts to shake his head, his face twisting from the pain of her every word. Again he tries to force words from his mouth but she intentionally steals his moment.

“Our friends though…” She looks up over her shoulder at the crowd that has stopped to wait for them, many yards away, obviously sensing their need for privacy. “...they don't deserve this. They don't deserve to be punished, to lose friendships, because of what I've done.”

Chris’s chests tightens painfully as he lets out mournful groan. His face reflects deep distress, his eyes full of worry as he absorbs her words. His mouth falls open in silent anguish as he attempts to say something. Anything.

She quickly swipes a hand across her cheek, attempting to brush it away before Chris can see it. Her effort was in vain however, as the tear’s path was evident on her face due to his close proximity. “Please, don't turn away from them because of me. They really miss you.” Her voice tapers off into a low whisper.

Chris swallows and breathes in slowly, trying to calm his body which is currently vibrating with adrenaline from a fight or flight response. “I know. I miss them too… I miss all of you. MC, I--” He reaches for her hand, ready to pull her closer in an instant. Having her stand there, so close, in such pain, was killing him. He wants to wrap himself around her and hold her there, protecting her from this pain.

She shakes her head and steps back as if his touch would burn her. “Enough. I can't... “ She chokes on her next breath, trying to hold the sob that's pushing towards the surface. “I can't do this anymore.” She closes her eyes, squeezing them so very tight. “Mercy…” She gasps out in a weak breath as she clutches her hands together against her chest.

Chris’s breathing increases, making him feel as if he's about to have a panic attack. He reaches for her again, needing to comfort her and somehow fix everything, but she pulls back again and spins on her heels.

“I've got to go…” She whispers as she quickly removes her shoes, making it easier for her as she runs off, cutting through the nearby park.

Chris stands there, his chest fluttering as his body urges him to run after her while his mind tells him to give her space. He watches her disappear into the darkness, torn between wanting to protect her and respect her.

He swallows the lump in his throat and glances back towards the group, noticing Zack quickly approaching. His eyes quickly flicking between Chris and the last place they could see MC before the darkness enveloped her.

"What's going on?” His voice is laced with worry for his friend. “Why did she just run off?”

Chris searches the darkness for any sign of her location. “I don't… She said she needed to go. That she's had enough…” He flexes his hands, the muscles in his forearms turning into tense cords beneath the skin.

Zack turns to him. “Are you going to go after her? What if… what if something happens…” He starts shaking his head as he tries to lower his excited tone, not wanting to worry the others anymore than they already were.

Chris sucks in a sharp breath. “You're right. I'm an idiot.” He bolts out of his prone position, determination fueling his body.

Zack takes a few steps after him, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Should I come with?”

Chris yells over his shoulder. “Go home. Be there for her if she shows up. Let me know…”

Zack and the others fade from Chris’s view as he heads deeper into the darkened park. He quickly searches the immediate area for her shape. When he doesn't see anything that helps aid his hunt, he starts running harder, quicker this time. He takes a sharp turn and darts across a small bridge that leads to a gazebo. He quickly climbs up into it and looks around from the higher advantage. “MC?” He yells out.

Chris stands there for a moment, trying to slow his breathing as he listens for any response, any sound that may be her. He grips his chest as he begins to fear the worst, knowing she couldn't have gotten that far in such a short time. He continues to search the park for a while before expanding to nearby streets, trying to find any sign of her. He sends her texts and calls her phone. All attempts receive no response. He finds that she eventually turns off her phone, blocking further communication from everyone. He goes through this pattern for a while, every second crushing him more than the last, as he receives no results during his quest.

After what feels like an eternity searching, his phone vibrates in his pocket. He jams his hand in to yank it out with such force that he fumbles to catch it before it hits the ground. He examines his phone, beginning to frown when he sees it's not MC, but Zack. Hope immediately lights up his face as he reads the message. ‘She's here.’

Chris barely reads the two words before he takes off in a full run towards his Jeep. He rushes home as quickly as he can without causing a disaster along the way, slamming it into park when he arrives at the dorm parking lot. He quickly takes to the stairs, similar to before, taking them two at a time, climbing the floors in record time.

He bursts through the door and searches the kitchen, then the living room. He blinks at the déjà vu of Zack standing there, the exact spot that he was in a few nights before, except this time his expression is riddled with disappointment and sadness. The suite was mostly dark, only a small light from the dim lamp next to the couch. Chris is relieved that there isn't a bigger audience at a time like this.

“Chris.” Zack says, his voice stern and somewhat cold.

Chris shakes his head, pleading with him. “I’m not going to let this continue. Whatever she wants…” He trails off, unsure how to finish. He just knows that he will do whatever she wants, even if it means to leave her alone. Forever. Pain slices through his chest at the thought.

Zack stands completely still for a moment, his eyes glaring at Chris. For the first time since meeting him, Chris feels threatened by the smaller man. Zacks eyes narrow as he scrutinizes Chris. He finally blinks and sighs, turning away from him and towards the dark hallway.

Chris stands there, confused for a moment before Zack quietly speaks over his shoulder as he disappears into the dark. “Roof.”

He wastes no time climbing the remaining stairs, almost tripping over the lip of the top as he rushes to the roof. He instantly finds her form on the couch. In the exact spot as before, but this time she's wrapped herself in a blanket. As he approaches he sees she's asleep, her face hidden by her hair.

He crouches next to her as he gently brushes her hair back, tucking it behind her ear. He freezes once he sees her face. Her eyes were closed, but puffy. Her nose had a mild red coloring, all indicating that she had been crying. A lot.

She must have had her earbuds on, but they had already fallen out, now lying haphazardly around her neck. He softly pulls them off and retrieves her phone from its resting place on the couch near her hands. The screen lights up displaying the music controls as it continues to play.

Chris lets out a sigh as he sees what it is. ‘Mercy’ by Shawn Mendes. After a moment he turns it off, shoving the phone into his pocket and wrapping her earbuds around his own neck. He reaches under her, the same way as before, pulling her towards him. He gently flips her towards him, tucking her against his chest and up against his neck.

She turns into him, almost like a flower leaning towards the sun, seeking the warmth of his chest. He pulls her closer, clutching her to his own body as he kneels there. She suddenly nuzzles up towards his neck, taking in a long deep breath. Ingesting his unique smell.

“Chris...“ She lightly gasps, clearly still asleep but somehow also aware.

He lets out a small sad groan. “You're killing me. Do you know that…” He whispers as he tucks more of her hair behind the other ear. “You win, MC. If you want me around, I’ll be be here. I’m not going to fight anymore.”

She snuggles closer to him at the words, making him wonder if the action was related. He effortlessly stands with her in his arms, her entire body wrapped securely in her blanket and his arms. Chris takes his time crossing the roof, examining the trauma to her face, frowning as he takes it all in. As he creeps down the stairs he holds her tight, not wanting to let anything happen if he misses a step.

When he enters the living room he finds it empty still, letting out a sigh of relief. He doesn't want anyone to see her like this, worried it would upset her more. Not that he was ashamed of her emotions, her cries, but he knows she's tapped out and probably unable to handle anything else tonight.

Its pitch in the hall, but he follows the same path as he did before, turning into her room and softly closing the door with his long leg as his hands remain solid around his precious cargo. He pauses for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, the room illuminated only by the moonlight bleeding through the window. Once he moves towards her bed, he leans over and smoothly lowers her onto the mattress. He notices that the bed isn't made, and she was already in some type of PJ pants. “You tried to sleep but had to run a little more first, didn't you…”

As she unconsciously adjusts to laying on her bed, he reaches for the covers, pulling them up to cover her exposed legs before he sits down behind her on the edge of the bed. He turns at his waist, reaching over her shoulders to softly grasp her hair, once again tucking it behind an ear. He studies her face in detail, this time delicately running his fingers across her cheek, stroking the swollen flesh.

After a few minutes of studiously searching her closed eyes he turns away from her, his body slumping slightly as he sits there, reflecting. His eyes shift around the room slowly, taking in everything MC. His eyes land on her lamp, and even in the dark he can see two faded, extinguished glow bracelets. He reaches over and grabs them, knowing that the tiny chain is half his. A small smile crosses his lips as he spins them between his fingers.

After a few moments he quietly stands, making sure not to disturb her. He places the bracelet chain back on the lamp where he found it and turns to check that she's tucked in before he heads to the door. As he opens it and turns to leave, he glances back at her one last time and whispers. “Don't give up on me MC.”

Chris enters his room and strips, his undershirt and boxer briefs damp with sweat from all the running he did earlier while he searched for MC. He pulls open his top dresser drawer and digs for a new pair. Before he closes the drawer he pushes some of his underwear to the side and pulls an item out to inspect it.

A sad smile crosses his face as his hand spins two different faded glow bracelets, also linked together, around and around in his hand.

[caustic-crow]

The first 10 of the cafe asks cause I can’t be bothered to type those names

Vanilla Chai Latte : Are you in love?Nope

Flat White : Coffee or Tea?Coffee

Cappuccino : What’s your middle name?Nicole. Perhaps the most bitchy white name of all white names.

Mocha : Dream Job?Uhhhhh well I’m not really sure tbh

Pumpkin Spice : Dream car?again, not sure

Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?Italy, if only to see the wonderful architecture and art. Also to @terushima-is-a-blessing ‘s house. Also @your-neighborhood-emo ‘s house.

Old English : You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you?Dwayne “the Rock” Johnson

Iced Chocolate : Do you have a crush on someone?Nope

Caramel Frappe : Favorite video game?KOTOR 2: The Sith Lords

Iced Lemon Tea : Favorite song/band?My favourite song at this exact moment is actually Short Change Hero by the Heavy, but in terms of favourite artist, I’d have to go with Linkin Park