#lavender latte is my favorite coffee

[parasolladyansy]

DxP REWRITE - Forest Badge

The Forest Badge might be my favorite of the Sinnoh badges; it’s a visual representation of “森 (mori)” or “forest” (the character for tree is “木”, & “mori” is just 3 of them grouped together, just like the badge is 3 trees. 🌳

So Hokkaido (Sinnoh) is known for a few of their flower fields! One flower they’re known for is actually lavender (they’re hardy & can take the cold). Tried to show that off a bit with Ansy & Ikrit’s sweet breakfast in Floraroma Town, taking from photos I’ve seen of their rainbow flower field. Meanwhile Eterna Forest is where Emmet found 2 more of his team: Yanma & Rotom.

Hmmm, Cyrus does indeed have “evil team leader” written all over, contemplating in front of the “Dialkia” statue lol. At least they could add the Draco Plate with the Insect & Dread Plates they got in this one.

PS: yes, like in the last one, these actually are about where you find all these Plates in BDSP.

🔼 Diamond x Pearl REWRITE 🔽

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[the-oblivious-writer]

A Hard Day's Night

Sam Carpenter x Reader

One-Shot

Summary: After a hard day's night, only you know what to do to make Sam feel okay.

Warning(s): References to past trauma, brief mentions to workplace harassment, no pronouns, and they kiss and bathe together but it's not explicit.

Notes: More one-shot angst coming your way. Here's a soft blow in the mean time!

You hear Sam before you see her - the jangle of keys, the tired thud of her bag hitting the floor, and an exhausted sigh that seems to come from somewhere deep in her soul. Working at a coffee shop might not be as intense as some of her past experiences, but you know how draining customer service can be, especially for someone carrying as much weight on their shoulders as Sam does.

"I'm home," she calls out, her voice carrying a slight rasp of fatigue. You peek around the corner from the kitchen, where you've been preparing a surprise dinner, and catch sight of her slumped against the doorframe. Her dark hair is coming loose from its ponytail, and there's a coffee stain on the sleeve of her work shirt.

"Rough day?" you ask softly, already knowing the answer from the way she's holding herself - shoulders tight, jaw clenched just a bit too hard. Some habits die hard, even now that things have settled down.

Sam lets out a hollow laugh, running a hand through her hair. "You could say that. Some guy spent fifteen minutes arguing with me about the difference between a macchiato and a latte. Then had the nerve to tell me I should 'smile more.'" She rolls her eyes, but you can see the tension radiating through her frame.

"Come here," you say, opening your arms. She hesitates for just a moment - another old habit, that instinct to stay guarded - before crossing the room and melting into your embrace. You can feel some of the rigidity leave her body as she presses her face into your shoulder.

"You smell like garlic bread," she mumbles against your shirt, and you can feel her smile.

"That's because I'm making your favorite - my grandmother's lasagna recipe." You press a kiss to her temple. "I had a feeling you might need some comfort food tonight."

She pulls back slightly, looking up at you with those expressive eyes that first drew you in. "You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to," you say simply, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Besides, you've been working so hard lately. You deserve to be taken care of sometimes."

The vulnerability that flashes across her face makes your heart ache. Sometimes you forget how new this still is for her - having someone who wants to take care of her, no strings attached, no hidden agendas. Just love, pure and simple.

"The lasagna needs another twenty minutes," you continue, letting your hands slide down to her shoulders, feeling the knots of tension there. "How about you go change into something comfortable, and I'll run you a bath?"

"With the lavender bath salts?" she asks, a hint of playfulness creeping into her voice.

"Of course. Only the best for my overworked barista."

She laughs - a real laugh this time, not the hollow sound from before - and stretches up to press a soft kiss to your lips. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"Existed," you reply simply, earning another kiss.

While Sam changes out fo her cloths, you busy yourself running the bath, adding her favorite lavender bath salts and lighting a few candles. The bathroom fills with soft, warm light and soothing scents. You can hear her humming quietly in the bedroom - a habit she's picked up from you, though she'd never admit it.

When she emerges in her favorite towel, her face freshly washed and hair loose around her shoulders, your breath catches a little. Even after all this time, moments like these still get to you - seeing her soft and unguarded, trusting you with these vulnerable moments.

"Bath's ready whenever you are," you say, pulling her close again. "Want me to wash your hair?"

She practically purrs at the suggestion. "Yes, please." Then, after a pause: "Join me?"

You raise an eyebrow. "What about the lasagna?"

"We can reheat it," she says, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. "Right now, I just want to be close to you."

How can you resist when she looks at you like that? You set a timer on your phone for the lasagna, then follow her into the bathroom. The steam has made everything slightly hazy, the candlelight creating dancing shadows on the walls. Sam strips off her clothes without ceremony - she's never been shy around you - and sinks into the hot water with a contented sigh.

You take your time undressing, watching as she tilts her head back against the edge of the tub, eyes closed, tension visibly melting from her frame. When you slide in behind her, she immediately leans back against your chest, fitting perfectly in the space between your legs.

"Better?" you murmur, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

"Mmm," she hums in agreement. "Much better."

You reach for the shampoo, working it through her dark strands with gentle fingers. Sam practically melts under your touch as you massage her scalp, working out the tension from the day. It's these quiet moments you treasure most - when all the walls come down, when she lets herself be completely vulnerable with you.

"Want to talk about it?" you ask softly, knowing sometimes she needs to process things out loud.

She's quiet for a moment, letting you work the conditioner through her hair. "It's not just the annoying customers," she finally says. "It's… everything. Sometimes I still catch myself looking over my shoulder, expecting… you know." She doesn't have to finish the thought. You know all too well what ghosts she's carrying.

"That's normal," you remind her gently, running your fingers through her hair to work out any tangles. "After everything you've been through? It would be weird if you didn't have those moments."

She turns slightly in your arms, water lapping at the edges of the tub. "How do you always know exactly what to say?"

"Because I know you," you reply simply. "And I love you. All of you - even the parts that are still healing."

The vulnerability in her eyes takes your breath away. She leans in, kissing you slow and deep, her wet hands coming up to cup your face. You can taste the trust on her lips, the gratitude, the love that sometimes still overwhelms her with its intensity.

When you break apart, she rests her forehead against yours. "I love you too," she whispers. "So much it scares me sometimes."

"Good thing you're the bravest person I know then," you say with a soft smile, earning a quiet laugh.

You stay in the bath until the water starts to cool and your timer goes off, reminding you about dinner. Sam protests when you insist on getting out, but the promise of food - and more cuddles - eventually convinces her. You wrap her in your fluffiest towel, pressing kisses to her shoulders as you help her dry off.

The lasagna is perfect when you pull it out of the oven, the cheese golden and bubbling. Sam inhales deeply, closing her eyes in appreciation. "God, that smells amazing."

You serve up generous portions, adding garlic bread on the side, and settle onto the couch rather than at the table. Sam curls into your side immediately, balancing her plate on her lap. The first bite draws a moan of appreciation that makes you grin.

"Good?" you ask, already knowing the answer.

"Perfect," she sighs contentedly. "You're perfect."

You kiss her temple. "Far from it. But I try my best for you."

The evening settles into a comfortable rhythm after that. You put on one of her favorite movies - something light and funny, nothing with too much violence or suspense - and she gradually relaxes completely against you, her head in your lap as you run your fingers through her damp hair.

"Thank you," she says softly during a quiet moment in the film. "For taking care of me tonight. For always taking care of me."

"Always," you promise, meaning it with every fiber of your being. "You've carried enough weight on your own. Let me help shoulder some of it."

She turns her face into your stomach, hiding the emotion you know is written across it. You don't push, just keep stroking her hair, letting her process in her own time. When she looks back up at you, her eyes are slightly wet but there's a smile on her face.

"Move in with me," she says suddenly, pushing herself up to look at you properly.

You blink, caught off guard. "What?"

"Move in with me," she repeats, more confident now. "You're here most nights anyway. And… I sleep better when you're here. Everything's better when you're here."

Your heart feels like it might burst. "Are you sure? I know how important having your own space is to you…"

"You are my safe space," she says simply, and oh, how those words make your chest ache with love for her. "Please? Say yes?"

As if there was ever any doubt. "Yes," you breathe, pulling her into a kiss that says everything words can't quite capture. She laughs against your lips, bright and happy, and you can feel her smile.

"We can start moving your stuff this weekend," she says excitedly, already making plans. "The closet in the spare room can be your office space - I know you need somewhere quiet to write. And-"

You cut her off with another kiss, amused and charmed by her enthusiasm. "Slow down, love. We've got all the time in the world to figure it out."

She settles back against you, practically glowing with happiness. "All the time in the world," she repeats softly, like she's testing out how the words feel. "I like the sound of that."

Later, when you're both in bed, Sam curled around you like she's afraid you might disappear, you think about how far she's come. How far you both have come. From those first tentative conversations over coffee, to helping her work through her trauma, to building this life together - every step has been worth it.

"I can hear you thinking," she mumbles sleepily against your neck.

You smile into the darkness. "Just thinking about how lucky I am."

She makes a noise of disagreement. "I'm the lucky one."

"How about we're both lucky?" you compromise, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Mm, deal," she agrees, already drifting off. "Love you."

"Love you too," you whisper, holding her close as her breathing evens out into sleep. "Sweet dreams, my brave girl."

And as you follow her into sleep, you think about tomorrow, and all the tomorrows after that. About building a life together, one day at a time, helping each other heal and grow and love. It won't always be easy - you both know that better than most - but nights like this remind you that it will always, always be worth it.

Because at the end of a hard day's work, this is what matters: coming home to each other, finding peace in each other's arms, and knowing that whatever comes next, you'll face it together.

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A/N: "He can talk, then, can he?" - "Of course, he can talk. He's a human being, isn't he?" - "Well if he's your grandfather, who knows? Ha ha ha ha!"

[mereniss]

PUSSY KILLING

≡;- ꒰ °Illumi Zoldyck x f!Reader ꒱

���˙⟡ — SUMMARY: illumi saves your life and then you have sex with him on your couch.

⋆˙⟡ — tw + info: 18+, MINORS DNI!, smut!, author doesn’t know how to write smut, reader is very nice, illumi is weird, both characters are over 18, illumi lowkey has a crush on reader, no beta + proofreading, missionary, mentions of alcohol, reader almost is SA’d (not by Illumi), reader is drunk, illumi is dry, illumi has a fat c#ck, the end was inspired by something i read on ao3 ; unfortunately i cant find it, also illumi is ooc.

wc: ~2000

The morning rush exploded York New City with life. Men and women raced to work, knowing they would be late if they didn’t pick up the pace. Students trudged to school, complaining about the homework they were assigned the night before. Businessmen took sips of their coffee, while standing above and watching tourists marvel at every skyscraper they see.

Illumi had just finished business with a client. He walked across the street, keeping pace with the salary workers rushing into their offices. He stopped at a crosswalk, taxis drove past, along with buses filled with people.

Standing next to him was a girl who was heavily engrossed with something on her phone. He looked to his left, a car speeding to get to the green light, the traffic light turned orange but the car showed no sign of slowing down. You looked up, the pedestrian signal turned green, looking back to your phone, you almost took a step until hard force pulled you back, making you drop your phone. A car rushed past where you would’ve been a second ago, if it weren’t for someone pulling you away.

You looked around, your heart racing and in shock. Relief flooding through you, knowing that you would be dead right now if it wasn’t for the fact that someone saved you.

Illumi bent down and picked up your phone. “You dropped this.” He says, you didn’t even notice that it was gone, “Be careful.” His gaze lingering on your figure.

You nodded, grabbing his hand, “Are you doing anything right now?”

He tilted his head, confused, “No?” To his surprise, you dragged him to a small cafe that was on just a few feet away. You pointed to a table near the window, gesturing him to sit there, while you ordered something at the counter. The cafe was small, five tables in total, there was one customer sitting at a table across from the window.

“I ordered my favorite drink for you! You beamed, a smile on your pretty face, “I hope you’re not allergic to anything…”

“I’m not.” Illumi assured you. Illumi never had any allergies, and if you secretly poisoned his drink, he would be able to withstand it. “What did you order?”

“Ill show you later!” You say, “Anyways, I just wanted to thank you for saving my life! I was watching a video on my phone, I guess I got too sucked in…”

“An order for Y/n!” Behind the counter, the barista called out. You got up and hurried to get the drinks. The barista looked a little annoyed, probably because a man just let a girl pay for his drinks, but its not his fault. Illumi didn’t even get a warning before you dragged him in here.

“This is my favorite drink ever!” You giggle, “Iced Lavender latte with oat milk and a pump of honey!” You looked at him eagerly, waiting for him to try the drink. He examined the cup, soon taking a sip. Before he could say anything you got up, thanking him again for his help, and you zoomed out of the cafe. You even left your drink.

The next day Illumi found himself walking the same street at the same time he did the day before. His client from yesterday had commissioned him for another assassination, something Illumi didn’t think twice about before accepting. He scanned the sea of faces, thinking that he might see you again—but to no avail, he couldn’t spot you amongst the crowd. Illumi wasn’t hoping to see you, but it would be amusing if the same thing from yesterday were to happen again.

“Savior!” You squealed, tugging at his sleeve. You then looked around and noticed people glance up from their phones to see what the commotion was about. Clearly embarrassed, you leaned in, now talking quietly, “Are you busy right now?” You ask, your voice just loud enough for him to hear.

“No, why do you ask—.” Before he could finish, you grabbed his arm, dragging him to a different cafe. This cafe was a lot bigger, more people hanging out with their friends, or studying.

“Can I have two red velvet hot chocolates please?” You say to the barista who immediately notes your order. You scrounged your wallet for your card, looking up to see that Illumi had already paid for your drinks. “I was going to pay..” You frown.

“No need, you paid yesterday.” Illumi says, his voice low, as he walked you to an empty table.

You sigh, “Sorry I had to leave so suddenly… I had a lecture that I couldn’t miss.” You finished, waiting for him to say something. “Anyways, I totally forgot to introduce myself yesterday! My name is Y/n and i’m 18 years old.” You smiled, “And you..?”

“Illumi, and i’m eighteen.” He says, “Are you a college student?” Of course, he knew the answer, it was obvious.

“Yeah! I go to Coolumbia, chemistry major…” You say, nervously, “I promise, i’m not boring!” On the other side of the cafe, the barista called out your name, you scurried out of your seat.

“This is the best hot chocolate in the city!” You giggled, handing him the drink. “Do you go to college here too?”

“I don’t go to college.” Illumi responded, he didn’t say anything after which was kind of awkward.

“Sooo, “ You start, trying to break the silence, “are you here on vacation?”

“No.” Illumi replied, “I had work here.”

“Woah really? What do you do for work?” Illumi doesn’t respond and takes a sip of the hot chocolate. You guessed that he wasn’t comfortable telling you. “Do you like the hot chocolate?”

“No, too sweet.”

“What about yesterday’s drink?”

“No, too bitter.”

“Ok, what do you like?” To be honest, you were starting to get annoyed, unfortunately, pretty privilege is real, and Illumi is pretty. He had short black hair, almond eyes, and the prettiest pale skin. He was wearing a hoodie, but you could tell that he had a nice build under there. Illumi stayed silent, not answering your question. “Can I have your Genmo?—y’know, for the drinks and stuff…”

“No, I don’t mind paying.”

You looked at him, a bit upset, “Oh…” You tried turning on your phone—it was dead, “Oh look at that! The time! I gotta go!”

Illumi watched you scurry out of the cafe, leaving him alone with only the memory of you.

You looked annoyed, he knew you were, he just didn’t know what to say to you. He doesn’t even know why he saved you from that car. If it were any other person, he would’ve let it happen.

Illumi didn’t sound or look it, but he was nervous. By definition, it was impossible. If his mother knew, she would have a heart attack, and his father would make fun of him hours.

It was night, the street lights were flickering, and the liveliness of the city faded as the sun set. The nightlife was still alive, as people carpooled in rented fancy cars to go to clubs or expensive restaurants—but that was earlier in the night, and would soon start up again in a few hours.

The rain didn’t help either, it poured as if it’s a broken faucet thats about to overflow a sink. The night was still quiet, aside from the occasional car or a drunkard dragging themselves along a wall, trying to get home or to another bar.

“I told you to stop following me!” A voice? It seemed familiar, so he decided to investigate.

“Ahh~ C’mon baby~” A man slurred, “J-just a kiss~ Mmm, okay~? Just for dad-“

You interrupted him, “Ew! I told you to go away!” The man now cornered you into a wall, rubbing his hands together, “S-stay back!”

Suddenly, the strange man passed out on the concrete, you looked around to see a familiar figure standing next to the now blacked out man.

“Ilumi??” You stutter, “What are you doing here?”

“I was passing by the area.” He replied, “Are you okay?”

You smiled awkwardly, “Yeah, I was about to pepper spray him… and pepper spray stinks.”

“It’s cold.” Illumi says, his eyeing your body. “You should get home.” You were wearing a beaded embroidered dress that imitated the night sky. The dress was short with a slip on your upper thigh, and beaded fairies sewed throughout the dress.

“Y’know—“ You got up on your tippy toes, looking at him with doe eyes, “I don’t live far from here.” Now, it was obvious that you were a bit tipsy, “If you want, you could warm up at my place…”

Illumi stayed quiet for a moment, you stared at him, waiting for an answer, “Alright.” With that, you grabbed his hand, dragging him to your apartment.

“Why are you always so dryyy!” You whined, “God, you’re so sexy, especially when you’re soaking wet!” Illumi stayed quiet, slightly amused.

“Geez! Why arent you saying anything!” You groaned, entering your apartment building. The lobby was small, a sleeping doorman at the front, and mailboxes at the bottom. You lead him up 7 flights of stairs until you made it to your apartment.

As soon as the door closed, you and Illumi were right on top of each other. He quickly ripped your dress, you removed his shirt, and he finally unbuckled his belt. He pushed you on your couch, straddling himself on top of you. Illumi pushed your legs into your chest and then removed his boxers, letting his rock hard cock spring out from the trenches.

Your eyes dilated when comprehending the size of the thing, “It’s too big… won’t fit…”

“I’ll make it fit.” Illumi slid his fat cock in your thick folds. You were so wet it was able to go in so easily, practically drowning.

You gasped at the sudden movement, the pain turned into pleasure as a moan echoed throughout the apartment. Illumi slowly thrusted into you, each motion faster than the last—going in deeper and deeper, your cunt swallowed him whole. Illumi was never one for noise, but right now, he couldn’t help but pant after every thrust, even making small grunts every now and then.

But you were a whole different story, you were a moaning mess under him. Your mascara bled as tears fell from your eyes, telling Illumi to go faster, go harder. Your nails dug into his back, as your pussy clenched around his dick, now hes just fucking you stupidly.

“I-Illumi…” You moan as he slams his cock inside of you, your gummy walls attempting to milk him for his cum. Your half-lidded stare watched the place where your body’s connected and to illumi’s toned torso, and then his biceps.

His cock was no swollen, stretching your walls even wider than before, your pussy lips throbbed as you felt yourself reach your climax. “Mmm—‘bout to cum…”

You latched onto him and then, your entire pussy consuming him. Eventually, the dam breaks. Toes curled, back arched, eyes rolled— you finished all over his dick.

But Illumi wasn’t over yet, he pounded even harder this time, even meaner than before, thrusting mindlessly with no regard for your wellbeing. He slowed down and finally, he pulled out, finishing on your stomach.

You panted profusely, looking him in the eye and noticing how he had a single drop of sweat on his forehead. Other than that, the guy was unfazed. Within mere seconds of your observations, you felt a little drowsy, passing out on the couch.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt a bit queasy. The events of the previous night played in fragments in your mind. You sat up, hoping to find a trace of the man.

Your eyes landed on the coffee table, noticing a single business card. His phone number was circled, with a small note next to it saying to call him.

Illumi Zoldyck

Professional Assassin

xxxx-xxxx-xxxx

[silverbrain]

Icy Interaction

the prompt: running into your main lads man (boyfriend) while you're out with your second favorite lads man (as a friend) and how they would react.

My piece for @jinwoosbabyboo open collab

You happily skate across the ice rink with Zayne, showing off your moves only a little. Zayne huffs, his warm breath creating a puff of white smoke in the icy air.

"Have you been practicing?", he asks.

"No! I literally haven't skated since forever!!", you exclaim joyously, the feeling of being on the ice significantly improving your mood.

"Well, you haven't lost your skills...", he muses, skating about in slow circles.

It's an open rink, but it's relatively empty, and you're having the time of your life. Zayne watches you, a soft smile on his face, remembering how you used to love the activity when you were younger.

A few stalls surround the rink, selling fuzzy socks and scarves and Christmas themed goodies. Your gaze lingers over the warm lights as you lazily skate at the edge of the rink.

"You want to race?", you ask, suddenly feeling mischievous.

Zayne chuckles. "You're sure you can keep up with me?", he asks.

"Oh, you're on", you challenge him, lining up at one end of the rink. Zayne happily lines up with you. "Till that giant branch?", you ask, pointing to a fallen tree branch in the distance, nearly touching the ice rink.

"Sure"

"Ready, set, go!"

You and Zayne race across the ice rink, small shards of glassy ice flying behind you. You step forward furiously, determined to win. Zayne takes the lead, long strides helping him have the upper hand. A few feet later however, your superior technique helps you overtake him.

You pump your legs, finish line in distance as you look at Zayne from your peripheral vision. He's only a sliver behind you, and you rush forward, crossing the finish line. However, you rarely have time to celebrate as a young girl suddenly appears in front of you and you struggle to stop, her wide, scared eyes the only thing you can focus on. You tumble to the ground, and Zayne crashes right into you.

Two girls rush over to her, apologizing to you. "Don't wander away from us, it's dangerous", she scolds. "I'm so sorry!"

In the distance, a lithe figure wrapped in a scarf and a puffy winter coat watches with worry. He shakes his head at the unceremonious crash he sees, before turning his attention to the coffee stand.

On the rink, you nod, still a bit stunned. You stand up, a bit shaky, as you eye Zayne, still on the ground. "Get up!"

His breaths come in heavy pants as he further straightens to lie on the ice. "I'm tired"

You giggle a little as you struggle to catch your own breath. You eye the small market glowing in the distance. "Get up, let's go get hot chocolate", you say, nearly pulling him up by the arm. Zayne is surprised at your strength, but he gets the memo, standing up quickly.

You make your way over to the stall with Zayne, as you wrap your scarf around your neck.

"This was a great idea!", you tell Zayne. It had been his idea to cheer you up, since he knew you loved it.  

Zayne smiles as he reaches the counter. "Two hot chocolates and...", he turns to look at you.

"A lavender mocha latte", you add, thinking of your lavender haired boyfriend.

You both step back, waiting as your drinks are being prepared. "How's he?", Zayne asks, offhandedly.

"He's doing good...he was having a bit of a creative slump with the weather but it's –", you stop mid-sentence as the very same purple haired guy walks right into frame at that very moment.

"Hey!", he greets. The next moment, his face shuts down a little as he takes in the man you're standing with. "Who's this?", he asks.

The animosity in his eyes isn't very well hidden and you cringe, almost certain that Zayne would've picked up on it. "Rafayel! This is Dr. Zayne, my childhood best friend", you rush to introduce him.

"Zayne, this is Rafayel..."

"Nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you", Zayne says, extending his hand for a handshake.

Rafayel quirks an eyebrow at that, "Only good things, I hope"

Zayne chuckles. "I won't confirm nor deny that", he says cheekily. You nearly facepalm at his response.

"Well, what are you doing here?!", you interrupt the rather awkward moment, addressing Rafayel.

"I was just taking a stroll and buying some coffee, I didn't realize I'd run into you and your...friend", he says.

"So was I!", you say a bit too excitedly.

"You came this far to buy coffee?", he asks, a bit confused.

"Well, I was here to ice skate so..."

"That's nice", he says curtly.

Rafayel opens his mouth to say something but closes it again. You can sense he's a bit upset, but you're unsure of what to do. You couldn't just dump Zayne with his hot chocolate and head home!

The woman at the counter calls out to Rafayel as his order is ready. He excuses himself. You run a hundred scenarios in your brain about what you should do next.

Rafayel returns with his coffee order. "Let's sit together?", you ask him.

"Well...I was planning to just head home...", he confesses. You know Rafayel wasn't a fan of the cold, his slightly red nose only proving it.

You nod wordlessly. You don't want him to get sick. Besides, it's not a sit-down cafe, it's a small coffee truck, and the temperature is definitely less than ideal for him.

Your order is ready in the next few minutes and Zayne goes to grab it. "Well,", he says, returning with two steaming cups of hot chocolate, "it seems work doesn't like to see me rest, I have to return to the hospital", he says, handing you your drinks.

"It was nice meeting you", he nods at Rafayel, "sorry...I'll see you later", he says to you.

"Oh...", you nod, waving him goodbye as you join Rafayel on the walk home.

A quiet moment passes as you walk side by side.

"I didn't know you liked ice skating that much", Rafayel pouts.

"Well...I did...me and Zayne used to skate when we were kids"

It only seems to worsen the situation as he pouts further. "I could've accompanied you too, you know!"

"Really? When you hate the cold and almost slip every ten steps while walking on the sidewalk?"

He only huffs in response. "And what did he mean by neither confirm nor deny?!! Do you guys...gossip about me?", he asks, his expression a little hurt.

"No! I... he’s a little shit", you mutter under your breath. His eyes widen at your outburst, a little bit of mirth back in them.

"Besides...I got you coffee", you say, showing him the latte you've been carrying.

His eyes widen at that in surprise. "Now we have four!", he says holding up the two drinks he's carrying- one for him, one for you.

You can't help but laugh at the situation.

"See", you say, linking your arm with his, "You're always on my mind, you don't have to be jealous of Zayne"

"Who said I'm jealous!", he exclaims, "I'm not jealous"

"Sure", you say, pressing a kiss to his red nose, before pulling his scarf a little tighter around his neck.

Zayne: hope I didn't get you into too much trouble hahaha ☃😄

You make a mental note to give him an earful the next time you see him.

[musingsofahufflepuff]

coffee shop headcanons

mattheo, enzo, theo, blaise, & draco; fluff

a/n: to all my draco people, sorry for the draco slander. also, first time writing about blaise and draco, so they might be ooc, don’t yell at me. this is shamelessly more starbucks focused bc i work there. another lil guy to make up for how long the theo soulmate au is taking ♡

Mattheo

♡ this man is a cold brew guy, whatever delivers the most caffeine the fastest. inject it into his veins if you must.

♡ definitely adds espresso shots to all his drinks, even the cold brew.

♡ energy drink in one hand, coffee in the other.

♡ i’m biased, but i think he’d vibe with a lavender chai when he’s not getting his fix. (if you catch him ordering a dirty chai, mind your business)

Enzo

♡ he’s a “barista’s choice” kinda guy.

♡ he’ll walk up to the cashier and with that charming little smile of his go, “i’ll have whatever your favorite is.”

♡ he frequently gets little heart doodles and stickers added to his cups bc the employees love him.

♡ this boy also loves a seasonal drink and will get his friends to get one with him.

Theo

♡ espresso lover, 100%

♡ however, if the beans are shit, don’t bother.

♡ latte art lover, you can make a little cat drawing on his coffee?? do it, do it rn.

♡ secretly loves a pumpkin spice latte with enzo.

Blaise

♡ iced coffee all the way, no sweeteners bc he likes the taste.

♡ will also drink black brewed coffee, dark roast.

♡ can and has been suckered into getting a seasonal drink with enzo

♡ ofc he doesn’t actually like them, why would you ask him that???

Draco

♡ fucking iced matcha lattes because they’re a bitch to make.

♡ or he’s getting the equivalent of a frappuccino/frozen coffee. (the guys tease him relentlessly for this)

♡ does not like the taste of coffee, so he has to add a ton of milk and sugar to it.

♡ he just prefers tea.

[peachsukii]

⋆˙✿ welcome to the coffee & tea house! ✿˙⋆ 『 status :: closed ! | tag :: reis coffee & tea house event 』

hello and welcome! as a resident coffee and tea lover, I thought it would be fun to run a little café-inspired event! come on in, have a seat and stay a while. ♡

⋆˙⟡ meet the baristas!

here at the RC&TH, we've got an handful of dedicated baristas with their own specialties! introducing katsuki, yuuji and sakura — the top three in the house. they are delighted to craft the perfect drink just for you (and friends)!

KATSUKI specializes in...

coffee :: cold brew, lattes, cappuccinos, americanos and macchiatos

YUUJI specializes in...

non-coffee :: hot chocolate, frappuccinos and smoothies

SAKURA specializes in...

tea :: hot or iced teas, refreshers, tea lattes and boba/bubble tea

⋆˙⟡ the menu

our menu is a well kept secret and is determined by a few simple questions at the time of your order. once received, it will be handcrafted with care and delivered to you by your selected barista. please be patient with us in the interim as they're all busy bees. :)

— what to expect :: you'll receive a drink from your selected barista that they feel fits you (and co.) the best. ♡

— guidelines ::

drinks can be requested for anyone (i.e. yourself, a friend, and/or your f/os!) and isn't limited to just selfships/OCs

you can order multiple times but only three drinks max per order, please!

not limited to followers/mutuals or specific fandoms

you can select multiple baristas for an order, just specify who's ordering from which one in your party

— send in an ask with the following ::

select the barista(s) that you want to order from

include the name(s) for your order (and/or selfship name if you have one)

tell me a few things about you and your f/o(s)! favorite color, flavors, maybe you're usual coffee order? anything to help our baristas make you something that you'll love (and if there is a type of drink you don't want, let me know!)

⋆˙⟡ orders

order for...

@/lavendarlings (an iced matcha latte w/ lavender)

@/yukimiyum (an iced spiced chai latte + hot butterfly pea tea w/ lemon)

@/acidsbeats (a hot matcha chai latte w/ vanilla cold foam)

@/calxlu (an iced strawberry milk tea with lychee popping bubbles + a hot vanilla cinnamon tea latte)

@/purpleqilinwrites (an iced dirty matcha latte with a splash of oatmilk and yuzu cold foam)

@/startcarvingdarling (an iced cherry chai latte)

@/dollyfetti (a strawberries and cream frappuccino)

@/crushmeeren (a hot toffee nut macchiato w/ caramel drizzle)

@/yukinohiko (a hot rose tea latte w/ vanilla)

@/dreamcastgirl99 (a hot chestnut praline oat milk latte w/ cinnamon)

@/suosteacup (an iced strawberry milk tea latte)

@/eliza-and-her-monsters (an strawberry hot chocolate + a blueberry cream smoothie)

@/eliza-and-her-monsters (an iced lavender milk tea + an iced taro milk tea w/ brown sugar boba pearls)

no milestone for this one! it's just for fun because these little things help with my creativity. :) storyboards are still being worked on, so no worries there!

『 all work belongs to @peachsukii. please do not steal, plagiarize, modify, or repost any of my content. 』

[vomittedsoap]

How characters in AMC The Terror would drink their coffee (/morning drink)

John Franklin: Black, your grandpa's instant Kirkland brand coffee. Either that or 7/11 big gulp that smells like motor oil and piss. Owns a "world's best boss" mug but uses it as a pen cup.

Francis Crozier: black (with whiskey). Jopson makes it for him in one of those plaid Thermos or green old-fashioned Stanley.

James Fitzjames: he takes Starbucks and Dutch Bros very seriously. Big fan of a chai latte as well. Anything with cinnamon sprinkled on it. (insert Larry David Latte joke from Crozier)

Blanky: Same as Crozier but with some sugar and cream

Jopson: owns a French Press that he uses to make Crozier's coffee, drinks his with just a LITTLE sugar but a lot of milk. Also likes espresso sometimes. Drank from a simple white cup or whatever's available.

Hodgson: uses Jopson's French Press (and lost the lid one time). Adds CoffeeMate flavored creamer, pumpkin spice is his fave but hazelenut is fine. Really enjoys stupid mugs so most of the mugs on the Terror belong to him. His favorite is the Rainforest Cafe frog one.

Little: a double-quad-shot of espresso in a Solo Cup means nothing to him. But alas he drinks it anyways. Such is life. Sometimes will have a coffee in Hodgson's mug with a picture of a kitten and puppy playing on it.

Irving: insane amounts of sugar and milk, but will never admit it. One time a shipmate accidentally mistook it for his and instantly spat it out. Irving claimed he didn't know whose it was. The mug changes but says his favorite is the one with John3:16 on it (but actually he covets the Rainforest Cafe frog mug).

Goodsir: actually he's an herbal tea guy. Likes chamomile or things with rose/lavender. Brews them in a mug Hodgson gave him that had some dumb science pun on it, a gift for which he's unnecessarily thankful.

Stanley: black. No fun allowed.

Tozer: regular coffee with french vanilla creamer. Normal.

Hickey: Panera lemonade that kills you. Also takes sips from Crozier, Tozer, or Irving's drinks when they're not looking. ("if you have a milkshake... and I have a milkshake... and I have a straw; see? Watch it. My straw reaches across the room... and starts to drink your milkshake: I... drink... your... milkshake!")

Gibson: doesn't like coffee, but is a big fan of coffee-flavored things.

Collins: espresso with lead and an extra side of lead (with whipped cream)

Silna: Haznelnut latte with which to take her ibuprofin. Lord knows she needs it. Drinks from a baby-blue Stanley Goodsir gave her.

[regressionschool]

magic floaty boxes

The soft hum of fluorescent lights buzzed above as the elevator doors glided open with a pleasant ding. A bustling department store sprawled out on every floor, filled with the smells of perfume, coffee, and warm pretzels from the food court downstairs. People shuffled into the elevator, clutching shopping bags, lattes, strollers, and smartphones, their chatter a quiet background hum.

And right in the center of it all, stood Daddy and his Little.

She was dressed adorably in a sunshine-yellow romper with puffy sleeves, the hem barely brushing the tops of her thick, pastel-print diaper peeking out beneath. Her hair was done up in two neat pigtails, tied off with ribbons that matched her outfit. She clutched Daddy’s hand with one hand and held her favorite stuffie—Mr. Wibbles, a floppy-eared bunny—in the other. Every step she took was accompanied by a distinct crinkle-crinkle, her diaper padding making her waddle slightly, even as she bounced up and down on her heels with uncontainable excitement.

The elevator was already nearly full, but Daddy guided her gently in, murmuring, “Come on, sweet pea, let’s make some room.” She wiggled herself between a woman holding a shopping bag full of baby clothes and a grumpy-looking businessman on his phone.

As the doors slid shut, she gave Daddy’s hand a tight squeeze and suddenly chirped, in a voice far louder than anyone expected:

“I wuv elevators! They're like magic floaty boxes!”

Her enthusiasm echoed off the mirrored walls. Several people blinked. A woman stifled a chuckle. Someone in the back snorted quietly. The businessman’s phone call paused mid-sentence.

The Little bounced again, her diaper rustling loud and proud in the confined space, drawing even more curious glances. Unbothered and beaming with pure joy, she turned toward the strangers and declared:

“Guess what! I made potties in my pants right now!”

The man nearest the buttons choked audibly on his coffee, the lid nearly popping off from his startled grip. A teenage girl near the corner quickly turned her face away, shoulders shaking as she tried desperately not to burst into laughter. Her friend elbowed her with a whisper, “Shh! Stop it! It’s adorable…”

The Little just giggled, completely unaffected by the reactions, eyes wide with pride. She leaned up against Daddy’s leg, tugging gently on his sleeve.

Daddy, perfectly calm and unfazed by the announcement, ruffled her hair with a small, warm smile. “That’s why you wear your special pants, sweetheart,” he said gently, his voice the epitome of loving patience.

She beamed up at him as if he’d just declared her a princess. “Yup! I’m super good at using my diaper!” she said proudly, her little voice practically glowing. “I didn’t even try to hold it!”

Another crinkle echoed as she shifted her weight, clearly pleased with herself, the warmth of her soggy padding pressing softly against her. She gave a little bounce for emphasis, her diaper sagging slightly with each hop.

The elevator was silent but for the mechanical hum as it glided upward. Some passengers were frozen, uncertain where to look. Others stared openly, fascinated or amused. There was a kind of tension—awkward, confused, but undeniably curious.

Finally, a woman standing near the back, dressed in smart slacks and a lavender blouse, spoke up with a smile that cut through the quiet.

“Well, someone is clearly doing a wonderful job at being little,” she said warmly, looking from Daddy to the proud, bouncy girl.

Daddy turned slightly and offered a polite smile. “Thank you. She’s really embraced her role lately. We’ve been working on full regression for a while now, and she’s doing better than I ever hoped.”

The woman nodded approvingly, eyes twinkling. “You can tell. It takes a lot of dedication and care to guide someone so fully into that headspace. She’s lucky to have you.”

At that, the Little lit up even more, tugging on Daddy’s hand again. “Didja hear that? She says I’m lucky!” she said, puffing out her chest with a proud giggle. “I am lucky! Daddy even picks out all my clothes and changes my soggy pants so I don’t hafta think at all!”

There were a few surprised murmurs from the other passengers. A woman whispered something that sounded like, “Honestly? Goals,” before covering her mouth with a grin.

Daddy crouched slightly, eye-level with his Little. He gently tucked a stray wisp of hair behind her ear and whispered, just loud enough for those nearby to hear, “You make me so proud, munchkin. Every day.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him for a tight, squishy hug, the audible squelch from her diaper drawing more than one raised eyebrow. Her grin was pure sunshine as she whispered back, “I made the whole thing warm just for you.”

Ding!

The elevator reached its destination with a cheerful chime, and the doors slid open again to the bright, busy second floor of the store—children’s apparel, toys, and furniture. It smelled faintly of baby powder and soft plush animals.

The Little didn’t wait. She squealed and skipped out with a joyful waddle, Mr. Wibbles flopping in her arm as she toddled gleefully into the store. Her diaper sagged a bit with each step, obvious and unashamed. She turned back toward the elevator and called out:

“Bye-bye floaty box! Fank you for the ride!”

The woman in the lavender blouse chuckled again. “You’ve done an amazing job,” she told Daddy one last time as he followed his gleeful Little into the store. “It’s so refreshing to see someone so confident in their dynamic. The world needs more Littles who can be this free.”

Daddy inclined his head with a grateful smile. “It’s not always easy, but watching her thrive? That makes everything worth it.”

As the doors began to close behind him, a final chorus of crinkle-crinkle drifted back from the toy aisle, followed by a joyful shout of, “Ooooh! Dinosaurs!”

The elevator descended, returning to its routine—though for a few of the passengers inside, something about that ride left a lingering sense of wonder, and maybe even a little envy.

After all… magic floaty boxes were pretty amazing.

[scorpiorising-swiftie]

hey everyone! chapter two of “illicit affairs” is here! i’m so glad everyone liked the last chapter so much :)

we meet powder in this one!

Chapter two

Vi checked her watch anxiously. Only two more minutes until Caitlyn was supposed to arrive at the quaint cafe she had chosen for them to dine at. Deep down, she was worried that Caitlyn had changed her mind at the last minute, and wouldn’t show up at all. Maybe Maddie had talked her out of it somehow. Vi fought every urge to bury her head in her hands, when suddenly her phone alerted her of a new text message. She rushed to turn on her phone, perhaps a little too excitedly, to see a new message from Caitlyn. She was running late, but would be there in ten minutes tops. Vi breathed a sigh of relief. Caitlyn would be here soon. Vi sipped at her coffee, which was already growing cold. There was nothing to do but count the people she saw crossing the road as she awaited the arrival of her ex-lover. Once the ten minutes were up, Vi gazed out the window expectantly, awaiting Caitlyn’s arrival. Within minutes, a familiar Mercedes Benz parked perfectly right in front of the window, and Caitlyn stepped out. Vi sucked in a breath. She looked even more stunning than she had at the reunion. Her hair was down, and it cascaded over her shoulders like an ocean. She was wearing a black lace tank top and a skin-tight skirt. Vi couldn’t help but ogle. As soon as Caitlyn had ordered her coffee, she sat down across from Vi, wearing a stunning but exasperated smile.

“Sorry about the delay! I had an errand to run that took a bit longer than expected..”

“No worries, cupcake. I see you still like lavender lattes.” Vi gestured at the taller woman’s drink.

Caitlyn chuckled. “You know they’ve always been my favorite. Oh! I have something to ask you!” Caitlyn exclaimed suddenly. “This Friday, Maddie and I are having our engagement party, and you’re invited!”

Vi felt like she had just been punched in the gut.

“Oh! I would love to come.” She replied half-heartedly. “But is that okay with Maddie? I mean, does she know that you and I used to..”

“Maddie is well aware of our history. She said she would love for you to come. I mean, we watch your matches all the time, she thinks you’re incredible.” Caitlyn mused. Vi chuckled.

“I’m glad. Hey, I’m really happy for you. You two are great together.” She said genuinely. All that mattered to her was that Cait was happy. It didn’t matter that she had found someone new.

Caitlyn’s blue eyes filled with emotion, and she reached out to grab Vi’s hand. This caused a gasp to escape from Vi’s throat.

“Thank you, Violet. I’m just glad we had the chance to catch up again.”

Vi’s gut filled with butterflies at the sound of her real name, something that Cait usually reserved for intimate moments.

“I’m glad too.” Vi responded, gazing deep into those eyes she loved so much. For the smallest moment, it seemed like the two were going to kiss, but even the mere thought of that was ridiculous. Caitlyn broke the silence first.

“Oh! I forgot to mention, Powder can come too!” Caitlyn exclaimed. Powder was Vi’s eighteen year old sister. She wasn’t Caitlyn’s biggest fan when the two first got together, assuming that Caitlyn was a snotty rich girl who didn’t really love Vi, but eventually she came around. After the two broke up, Powder was always around to make sure Vi was okay. She wasn’t sure her sister would be thrilled about going to Caitlyn’s engagement party, but Vi thought the least she could do was ask.

“Great! I’ll see if she’s available.” Vi replied, nervously breaking eye contact with Caitlyn. Suddenly, Caitlyn’s phone buzzed, and she checked it expectantly. Vi could almost swear she saw the tiniest flicker of disappointment on the other woman’s face.

“Oh, I completely forgot! Maddie and I are supposed to try on dresses for the party, so I actually have to go.” She stated, absentmindedly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Vi tried to hide the sadness in her voice as she responded. “No worries, cupcake. I guess I’ll see you Friday?”

Caitlyn smiled, and Vi fought back the urge to lean in and kiss her. “Yes! I’ll see you then.” Caitlyn leaned forward, and Vi blushed as the other woman placed the lightest kiss on her cheek. Desire burned in Vi’s chest as soon as Caitlyn moved away, her face tinted pink. Then the taller woman cleared her throat, as if she didn’t know what had come over her, and stood up from her chair. “Right. See you Friday, Vi!” And with that, she rushed out the door.

Huh. Vi was still awestruck, her cheek burning where Cait’s lips had been just moments before. Caitlyn was European, and sometimes they said goodbye to loved ones with kisses on the cheek, so it probably wasn’t that big of a deal, right? Vi slouched down in her chair with a groan. She needed a drink. Or, maybe she just needed to talk to someone who could knock some sense into her. She picked up her phone and sent a text to Powder, telling her to meet her at her house in fifteen minutes. If anyone could snap Vi out of whatever this was, it was her sister.

Vi left the cafe and got back in her car, beginning to head home. Her phone pinged with a message from Powder, saying she was on the way. Vi let out a sigh of relief. Her sister had been so busy lately preparing for The Distinguished Innovators Convention, that they’d barely had time to talk. She was glad they would finally get that chance. She pulled into her driveway to find that Powder’s bright blue jeep was already parked in front of the garage. She let herself into the house, and looked around for her sister.

“Hiya, sis.” A familiar voice called from the living room. Vi looked over to find a pair of legs thrown over the side of the couch. She walked across the room and saw her sister, head hanging off the edge of the sofa as she played with an etch-a-sketch.

“Can’t you sit on the couch like a normal person?” Vi scolded. Powder just looked at her with a mischievous grin.

“Come on, Vi. When have I ever been normal?” Her sister replied.

Fair enough. Vi took a seat on the couch and threw her head back with a sigh.

“Woah, that bad, huh?” Powder asked, flipping around so she was sitting next to her sister. “I haven’t seen you this distressed since that diva Caitlyn broke your heart.”

“It’s about her, actually.” Vi admitted, running a hand through her magenta locks.

“Oh no, sister, what did I tell you about running back to her?” Powder advised. Vi just let out a sarcastic chuckle.

“That wouldn’t be possible even if I wanted to.” She lamented. “She’s engaged to some cute ginger thing, and she invited us to her engagement party this Friday.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re even thinking about going?” Powder scowled, crossing her thin arms across her chest.

“Of course I am. I’m not just gonna turn her down.” Vi responded. Powder just shook her head.

“She’s gonna break your heart all over again.” She warned.

Vi sighed. “I don’t think it can get even more broken than it already is.” She moaned.

Powder frowned at her sister, and slipped her hand into hers. “Tell you what, how about I run down to Jericho’s to get us some ice cream, hm? I’ll get you rocky road~” She added in a sing-song voice. Vi smiled at her younger sister. She always knew how to make her feel better. “Okay. But you’re coming to this engagement party with me whether you like it or not. Big sister’s orders.” She jokingly ordered. Powder just groaned, putting her head in her hands. “Fine!” But only if Ekko can come.” She stated. Ekko was Powder’s boyfriend of two years, and them both being inventors, they spent pretty much all their time together.

“I’ll ask.” Vi said with a smile. She was so glad she had come to her spirited sister for advice. Now all she had to do was wait with bated breath until she saw Caitlyn again. Friday couldn’t be any farther away.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for dating Rachel Roth

Rachel Roth x reader

warnings:

a/n: ahhhh this is kind if shirt but i hope you enjoy!!!

prompt: anonymous: “if there’s still slots, could you do like titans Rachel Roth gf headcanon just her being sweet and stuff idk I just have been looking for more hcs on her 🥲”

you and rachel loved when you guys could just be you

that led to a lot of domestic moments at titans tower

like making breakfast for each other (and always overdoing it—the titans looked forward to your leftovers)

“you guys know that two eggs each is a normal amount, right?” -dick

“well, we figured that out by the third day of cooking but you guys just seemed so excited to wake up to food that we kept doing it” -you

“yeah, why do you think we make a bunch of fake-meat sausages every morning?” -rachel

so you guys became a fast favorite couple of the titans, naturally

you worked on schoolwork together pretty often, dick never let up on it

studying together became a common practice (until it turned into cuddling and watching tv)

“you think dexter is a good guy or a bad guy?” -rachel

“i dare you to ask dick that question” -you

“that was a test, you failed!” -rachel

“well, speaking of tests we’re about to fail…” -you

coffee dates to get out of the tower <3

rachel always got lattes with lavender and vanilla (you begged her to stop drinking black coffee)

you guys shared earbuds as you walked around san francisco

“this song reminds me of you” -rachel

it’s probably a paramore song

she likes to do your makeup when she gets bored

and someone she would go VERY far with it

“oh—y/n…nice eyeshadow..?” -kori

“thanks!” -you with green sparkly raccoon-esque eyeshadow and massive winged eyeliner “rachel did it!”

“you know, this is why i love young love” -kori

gar would lowkey crash your movie nights

“what are we watching? ooh, a horror movie? i actually brought this romcom if you guys are interested!” -gar

“oh! sure…yeah, you can just pop that in. i wasn’t in a, um, scary movie mood anyways…” -you, lying to humor him

next thing you know, connor is in there with four bowls of popcorn and sodas

at least they were good guests

“it’s okay, i like their company” -rachel

“yeah, me too. plus, conner puts the good seasoning on my popcorn” -you

dick would check on you guys frequently

“do you want to watch with us?” -you

“no, that’s okay. i have work to do” -dick

(the work was battling crippling anxiety)

but when you guys were out as titans, you loved every bit of it

you especially loved how worried she’d get over you

“y/n! are you okay?!” -raven

“yes?” -you, who just hopped over a 6 foot fence “did i miss something?”

dick and kori loved to listen to your young bickering

it seemed so simple to them (exluding the whole half-demon subject)

speaking of, whenever she opened up you were there for it

she had a lot of baggage and and never quite unpacked it fully if you catch my drift

“i’m really proud of you for telling me all of this” -you

you’d give her kisses all over her face to distract her from the heaviness of life sometimes

and she appreciated you deeply

you were gifted witchy things often as she learned more magic

you have a crystal for everything these days

you brush rachel’s hair when she’s feeling anxious

oh yeah she paints your nails on occasion too

you guys talk about the idea of moving out and getting a pet

and it terrified dick—the idea of you guys leaving him one day

but he was glad it was you two together, you’d always take care of each other

taglist: @captainshazamerica // @cipheress-to-k-pop // @summersimmerus // @glxwingrxse // @azazel-nyx // @ravenstrueluv // @deanzboyfriend // @zoeyserpentluck // @volturi-stuff //

[haleynwriter]

this is partially a repost of a tiktok series i did like two years ago, partially inspired that the high republic fanzine is out and references this!, and partially me expanding on thoughts as a former barista.

anyways, THR phase I characters and their coffee orders. i'll probably forget someone and add them later. my expertise: i was a barista for three years.

no I'm not calling it caf this is all half a joke anyways

Avar Kriss: Typically she just gets a coffee with cream. She can drink coffee black, but it's not her preference. Her actual favorite drink is a vanilla white mocha, but she rarely orders this for herself because she's a busy gal ! (Stellan, Elzar, Maru, and the Ataraxia crew have all clocked this.)

Stellan: he's the tea guy of the firebrands. Loves an english breakfast tea with milk in the morning. Loves a basic green tea in the afternoon. He has a chamomile tea usually as part of his evening meditation. However, after he joins the Council, he begins drinking more and more black and green tea and discards his evening tea routine as he gets more and more overworked.

Elzar: disaster man gets a large iced americano (six shots at the shop I worked at), adds two shots, chugs it immediately. This stresses everyone out.

Reath and Cohmac: they ask so many questions. where did you source your matcha from? Who is their milk supplier? Are the syrups made in house? Do they dry their own petals? They're not trying to be jerks, they're genuinely and actually curious, but the baristas are underpaid and never know answers, Cohmac and Reath realize, they order two small hot matchas and tip 100%.

Orla: medium iced coffee with vanilla syrup, but she never has once paid for her drink because her vibes are so elite. The other regular customers lover her, the baristas love her, she's just a goddamn delight.

Sskeer: hot tea or iced tea, depends on the weather. honey with hot tea; simple syrup with iced tea, just enough to cut some of the herbal notes.

Keeve: double undercut icon Keeve Trennis is the token bisexual iced oat milk latte with lavender, argue with the wall.

Jora: classic hot mom drink, hot coffee with 2 cream and 2 sugars.

Affie: all of the Vessel crew is so used to, like, Star Wars-Folgers-Instant Coffee, so when they get to go to a coffee shop, they Splurge for their Little Treats. Affie loves a caramel frozen coffee with extra whipped cream and drizzle.

Leox: blended matcha ! Like Orla, he's never once paid for a drink. Vibes are too good. He thinks he's paid, but Geode pockets the cash.

Geode: gets the most obscene drink imaginable that the baristas detest making but is such a lovely customer that the staff can't hold it against him.

Maru: if he stoops so low as to buy a tea and not make it himself, he gets a large hot black tea, double bagged. steeps it obscenely long so it's basically a concentrate, everyone is mystified.

Lina Soh: hasn't made her own coffee in years, but her staff orders her almond milk cafe au laits with honey.

Sylvestri: iced caramel macchiato and she likes it layered, okay !!!

Jordanna: iced white mocha. ssssh. she's kinda guilty about it but isn't really sure why.

Buckets: hot chai latte with oat milk and pistachio syrup. (legit try it sometime, if your shop has this, it's so fucking good.)

Lula: iced coffee with oatmilk and she changes the flavor based on the season/mood she's in. this is absolutely an order she's copied from kantam.

Kantam: see above.

Zeen: hot vanilla latte with oatmilk, asks for it extra frothy.

Ram: mocha blended coffee with extra caramel and chocolate drizzle. literally of course.

Farzala: has never once ordered the same thing twice. who knows.

Qort: Just goes "whatever you want!" every time. His actual favorite is a hot chocolate but wants to be easy and simple!

Samira: The classic hot bitch drink: hot latte with skim milk and a raw sugar. Typically people who order this drink are awful, but she used to work in food service before coming up in the political staff scene, so she's perfectly polite and cheerful.

Avon: tries to impress upon people that she's an adult and important and gets a coffee with milk. Secretly hates it. Vern typically gets her an iced black tea with lemon and simple syrup like "oh they gave it to me!" Avon lets it slide because it's Vern.

Vern: her coffee shop habits were impressed upon her by Stellan and doesn't drink any coffee, mostly tea. Her favorite is Lady Grey, and if it's a time to indulge, adds cream and lavender syrup.

Imri: that's a hot choccy boy.

Crash: has never once ordered in a coffee shop. That's a Red Bull girlie.

Xylan: has a bullshit order. large iced coffee, fill the cup with ice fully, 2/3 full of coffee, add exactly 3.5 pumps of simple syrup, then equal splashes of oat milk and almond milk. Stir 7 times clockwise, then four times counter clockwise. somehow the staff don't revolt because he's a guilty pleasure fav customer and not a single barista can describe why they like him. one barista is convinced that xylan doesn't have a single fucking clue what he's talking about and just makes it standard. xylan can tell the difference but he can't point to where so he swallows it because he admires the bravery of the barista to flummox him.

[peachdues]

Oh my favorite perfume connoisseur-

Any fragrance recommendations for that dark academia aesthetic?

Love you hope you're drinking water and resting welllllll 😤🫶🤍

MY BELOVED MUTUAL ASKING ME ABOUT MY NICHE INTEREST AND MY FAVORITE AESTHETIC?? SAY NO MORE!

Okay I *started* answering this and then tumblr cancelled on me bc it’s a hating ass bitch.

A lot of these are fall-coded but that’s because fall 🤝🏻 dark academia. I tried to throw in suggestions that can be worn in all seasons, though! I also tried to vary the price points too

Without further ado!

Novel by ALT fragrances — inspired by whispers in the library from Replica which is one of my all time favorites and I’m STILL salty they discontinued it. I haven’t personally smelled this one but I know so many people who swear it’s almost an exact match!

Notes: top (vanilla) • middle (pepper, cedar wood) • base (tonka bean • woodsy notes)

Indigo by Nest New York — this is one of the best tea scents on the market. I discovered this one last year and honestly it’s a personal favorite. I’ve been through two bottles. Dark and a little sultry but not overpowering and it still has some freshness!

Notes: Italian lemon • orange bergamot • Moroccan tea • Kashmir wood • wild figs

Invite only Amber by Kayali — I associate this fragrance with a snowy night at the library with old Christmas jazz playing in the distance. It’s on my rotation for this winter!

Notes: Amber resin • benzoin • Ceylon cinnamon

Monday by Arielle Shoshanna — ever wanted to smell like a London fog latte? Here’s your perfume!

Notes: bergamot • lavender • lemon zest • black tea • steamed milk • ISO-E super • sandalwood • vanilla • amber

City on Fire by Imaginary Authors — this is THEEEE dark academia perfume. One of its notes is literally labdanum. It doesn’t get more dark academia than that!

Notes: Cade oil • spikenard • cardamom • clearwood • dark berries • labdanum • burnt match

By the Fireplace by Replica — I mean it smells like a bit ol’ crackling fireplace and marshmallow. This smells fucking divine in the cold air in winter (bonus if you have a leather jacket!!). And it’s unisex!

Notes: clove oil • chestnut accord • vanilla accord

Gris Charnel by BDK — another wonderful tea scent. Something about tea scents just screams dark academia!

Notes: fig • black tea • cardamom essence • absolute of iris • bourbon vetiver • sandalwood • tonka bean absolute

L’eau papier by Diptyque — I meannnn it’s a paper-based scent but it smells HEAVENLY. I got stopped like five times wearing this once.

Notes: white musks • mimosa • blonde woods accord • rice steam accord

Coffee break by replica — this is my tried and true. The number one perfume in my collection and my most repurchased. It’s just perfect.

Notes: coffee accord • lavender • milk mousse accord

Honestly look through the entirety of Vilhelm’s perfumery. So many good dark academia scents. My favorites are Dear Polly, Poets of Berlin, and Opus Kore!

I hope the move went well!! Have you gotten settled in??

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I was scrolling thru my old posts and found the one about the boys coffee orders and… I disagree with my former self. So…

New and Improved Redacted Coffee Orders

David

It started as a red eye, no sugar, no cream. Eventually he graduated to a black eye. There’s a small coffee shop across the street from the den that he frequents. The staff knows him by name and, while most of them were scared of him to begin with, seeing how giant he is, they warmed up to him. He’s very polite to service workers and tips very well. The owner started keeping his favorite brew (a light roast single origin from Coast Rica) well in stock. Most days, when he comes in, the barista decides how many shots he needs based on how tired he looks.

- [ ] Asher

Frappe all day baby. He knows that there isn’t a lot of caffeine in those, but he’s already hyperactive so it balances just fine. He has a taste for chocolate, but always tries the seasonal ones when they come out. While the baristas hate making his order, they love his personality and always make his, as he puts it, with “extra love.” Ash claims he can taste it.

- [ ] Milo

Cappuccino. Sometimes with a pump of flavor, most often as it comes. Milo is an espresso snob. The man is Italian. Whenever they go to a new coffee shop he orders a solo to see how it tastes. He refuses to drink Starbucks espresso. Will be an asshole about how to pronounce coffee terminology.

(As a side note, Darlin’ orders straight espresso shots and takes them like actual shots. Milo is always horrified and tries consistently to get them to sip it but they simply won’t.)

Sam

Caffeine doesn’t work for vampires, but Sam just likes the taste of coffee. He’s a conoceré who loves fruity notes, unwashed processed beans, and dark roasts. His favored form of preparation is a French press, but he recently got a very nice syphon set up that he’s still figuring out. He takes his coffee with cream and a bit of sugar.

Vincent

Iced lavender lattes. Listen… Vincent is fruity. He’s a fruity fruity man. He likes it sweet and he will take it iced no matter the weather. There’s a late night coffee shop he frequents whose baristas think Vincent is an incredibly attractive gay insomniac.

William

William is more familiar with the early Parisian style of cafes than he is with American coffee culture, and he absolutely misses that. William staunchly stands by the idea that Le Procope was the first cafe in Paris, and that he drank coffee with Voltaire. He loves noisettes (espresso with a drop or two of cream) and has one nightly after dinner.

Huxley

Hux doesn’t drink coffee, but he does call the energy drinks he drinks coffee which drives Damien insane. Dames has started passive aggressively bringing Hux cups of black coffee when he asks instead of his Monster flavor of the week.

Damien

Iced coffee, no sugar, no cream. He drinks it iced because no matter how fresh the coffee is, it still feels a bit tepid to him. Drives him crazy, so he sticks with iced. When he’s feeling a little wild, he’ll add some oatmilk.

Lasko

Canonically, he drinks a doppio americano. I like to think it’s because he is too nervous/ conscientious to ask for something more complicated. He drinks it with two sugars and cream, but he doesn’t really enjoy the taste of coffee. Just the utility of it. Freelancer tries to get him into other drinks, and he enjoys the things that they get, but he never has the nerve to get them for himself when it comes time to order.

Gavin

Gavin has absolutely no interest in coffee. Caffeine does nothing for him, and he doesn’t like bitter things. What he does have, however, is a massive sweet tooth. He likes boba, but the fruity bursting type. His and FL’s favorite coffee shop is a small cafe that serves a wonderful selection of boba. He mixes it up often, but his go to a pink lemonade with blueberry popping boba.

Morgan

Morgan is a tea guy for sure. The potency and intrusiveness of seer magic can be worsened by substances, and that includes caffeine. Morgan doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink, doesn’t take anything. He drinks herbal tea, sometimes decaf black tea. He likes a decaf London Fog when he’s feeling fancy, but often drinks his tea with just a splash of milk and two sugars.

Guy

Red Bull energy. This man drinks energy drinks like he isn’t blessed by the gods with an unholy amounts of hyperactivity. Since he does have adhd, caffeine often makes him sleepy. He can be found drinking Red Bulls of all flavors at all hours of the day. They’re the only things that manage to get him out of the absolute energy slump he has first thing in the morning, but he has been known to drink them late into the night. He’s also a fan of a vodka Red Bulls.

Aaron

Black coffee. And not good black coffee, either. He likes the instant shit. Coffee so tough he can chew it. He’s had good coffee before. Freshly ground French presses, premium Italian blends, single origins from the heart of the coffee belt. And yet, nothing satisfies him like Folgers instant. Smartass does have a fancy ass espresso machine, but he refuses to use it, and only politely sips the sugar-filled lattes they lovingly make for him.

Elliot

Elliot loves coffee. It’s a byproduct of his trade. Maybe it’s a stereotype to say that all dreamwalkers love coffee, but given that he spends the majority of his day asleep, it helps when he has to be conscious and functional. Elliot loves cold brew, since it’s a really concentrated brew. He makes his own using a very dark roast. He likes it a bit sweet, a bit creamy, but he really loves

[arach-tinilith]

🎮🌴☕🤔 for naadja and zafyna STAT

Thank you for the ask!!!!

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

Naadja likes a lot of tactile crafts i know i already talked about her interest in textile arts but really most crafts she enjoys! Not so much of a hobby but she likes to sing, she just would want to be refined before ever singing to anyone since she's not comfortable with being a beginner at anything and singing is something you need to be really vulnerable with. And of course all Naadja know is lie

Zafyna likes to window shop. She has a deep appreciation for fine arts and craftsmanship she's just not very confident in her own crafting skills. She's also poor so she doesn't often buy anything for herself. But she likes to look at nice things. She does a lot of physical activity but i think if she would ever do it recreationally, she'd do rock climbing. And I've said she reads a lot of poetry shes definitely a romantic at heart

🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening?

Naadja doesn't love plants but she likes Minthara’s mushroom garden. She just isn't a very nurturing person but fungus is pretty self sufficient!

Zafyna kills any plant in her path please don't let her housesit you will come home to rotted plants

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

Naadja is a fan of savoury tastes, she likes green teas the best and takes them without milk or sugar. 

Zafyna takes her coffee black but im a firm believer that both of these girls would go INSANE over an iced latte with lavender and oatmilk

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

Naadja is constantly moving! She's really energetic and once she's made peace with her magic abilities, she often runs lightning across her knuckles or summons dancing lights for fun. She also has a tendency to make faces to herself while remembering conversations so you might look over to her and she's rolling her eye, pouting, or scrunching her brow

Zafyna is my little freak it's literally the “why this 🧝‍♀️ so mad” with naadja chillin and Zafyna being an ominous cloud of malevolence. She stands perfectly still and never blinks

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Blue Skies- Yeosang x Female!Baker!Reader

Word Count: 2,970 | Fluff | Warnings: none hehe

I have decided to do a coffee shop story for every member because why not 😌 feat. Wooyoung because I can dangit 😈

Sun filtered through the plants that dripped from window boxes, falling gently onto the crown of Yeosang’s head. He strolled gently down the sidewalk, inhaling the scent of spring breeze.

A new café had opened up around the corner from his building, so in one of the windows of free time he received he elected to check it out.

The sign and logo, which featured a blue sky dotted with pink clouds, promised the cozy atmosphere Yeosang expected and received as soon as he walked in, greeted by tables that each had a cute figurine on their center and pastel cushions on all the chairs. There were even couches to sit on and a game table with a sign that read ‘Come Play With Us 🩷’. Yeosang considered sitting there, but no one else was present to play with.

There was much that he expected about the place: open tables, a cute but hip atmosphere, the smell of cappuccino steam rising to greet him…but one thing he did not.

A figure bent serenely behind the surprisingly large bakery case, smoothing out the frosting on the most delicious-looking cake he’d ever seen with a pastry bench, eyelashes fluttering slightly as she worked. The frosting was pure white, enrobing a small round cake that was now getting striped with strawberries, and the woman had a small, calm smile on her face, which focused on placing each one just so. It was just about the most gorgeous sight Yeosang had ever seen; his heart fluttering as he approached the counter. No one else was there- would the baker be the one to take his order, too?

Apparently she would. “I’ll be right with you, sorry! Just finishing up these last few strawberries,” she told him with a small, sheepish but bright smile.

He gave her one right back. “Of course. Take your time.” Sure, the others may have his hide if he’s late for practice, but so what? It was one day. Hongjoong would live.

His eyes kept drifting between the white tile floors and the baker’s fingers deftly, but gently placing their décor around the cake, which was soon slid into the display case next to a chocolate torte and beneath a mouthwatering selection of breads and tartlets.

“D- did you make all of those?” Yeosang blurted out before he could stop himself.

“I did!” Your smile widened into a full-on grin and Yeosang thought he might have a heart attack. “I’m in charge of pastries around here! Well, and drinks right now since my co-barista is on lunch. I’m all finished with the cake now, so what can I make for you today?”

“Um…” It was at that moment that Yeosang realized he had not once looked at the menu. His mind completely blanked, floundering for a moment until… “I’ve never been here, what do you recommend?” Nailed it.

"Well, I suppose that depends on if you like coffee or not. If you don't, my favorite is the London Fog latte, which is earl grey tea with vanilla. If you do, the lavender latte is our specialty and that one is really good too! Very pretty!"

Just like you, Yeosang thought. "Well then, I'd like to try that, please," he actually said, shyly nodding his head as she tapped a few register keys.

"Were you going to be staying here or taking it on the go?"

"Ah," Yeosang rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "I would love to stay but I should take it on the go."

"No problem! Your name?"

"Yeosang."

"What a nice name! I'll have that ready for you soon."

She was that nice to everyone. She had to be.

Yeosang thanked her, taking a seat at a table with a doraemon figurine winking at him. Cute. He didn't want to stare at the baker, whose name tag read (y/n), but his eyes had minds of their own, drifting constantly back over to the humming baker-barista. Eventually, he applied the three rule, counting to three before looking away so he never stared too long.

He was so focused on counting threes that he barely heard his name, practically jumping as (y/n) called him a second time.

"I hope you enjoy your latte, Yeosang!"

His heart flipped. He looked between his to-go cup, topped with lavender-tinted steamed milk poured in a heart shape, (y/n)'s beautiful smile, & that tantalizing bakery case.

"Er, before I go, how much is the cake?"

~

Just as Yeosang suspected, the boys were placated by free food.

"This is the best cake I've ever had," Mingi sighed, "where did you say you got this again?"

"The new café around the corner. The baker was really nice. She was finishing it up as I came in."

"If she bakes that good," the tall rapper continued, "I wanna marry her."

"She made my drink, too. That was really good. I really liked the atmosphere in there and she was very nice. Really makes you feel welcome."

"Watch out, Mingi, I think Yeosang is going to marry her," Wooyoung teased, sliding over the shining studio floor to claim a cake slice of his own.

Warmth flooded the singer's cheeks. "All I said was I liked Blue Skies."

"Whatever. Keep sweet-talking her and see if you can get some of this for free, huh?" Wooyoung suggested, elbowing Yeosang in the ribs.

"I might go back. I heard the London Fog is good there."

~

"Uh, oh, someone's baking a love cake!"

Placing the fat piping bag of green icing you'd held back onto the silver decorating table, you cocked a brow at your co-barista, Hakyeon. "Excuse me?"

"Look at you, piping little frogs holding hands on top of your cake. You and who?"

"Maybe I'm trying to get you a girlfriend," you teased, grinning and giggling at the way the tall man crossed his arms at you.

"No way, you're too happy to care that I'm single. What happened?"

Hakyeon stared at you, dark eyes boring into your soul in an attempt at a withering gaze that just made him look like an overgrown kitten. You couldn't take him seriously, bursting out with a laugh.

"See? I knew it."

"Ok, fine, a really cute guy came in yesterday and got a drink and a cake and I'm hoping he comes back and thinks the frog one is cute and maybe, just maybe, I can figure out who he bought a whole entire cake for the first time, especially if he wants a romantic cake."

Hakyeon blinked, stare melting into amusement. "Wow, that's an extremely elaborate substitute for just asking the guy out."

"He's a customer, I can't just-"

A wave of annoyingly well-manicured tan hands. "Yeah, yeah. What's this guy's name, anyway?"

You blushed. "Do I have to tell you everything?"

"I want to know who he is so I can tell if he's an axe murderer or not."

"Fine, his name is Yeosang, and he-"

Ding!

The bell hanging at your door chimed, sending you scrambling to finish your cake's green lattice sides and Hakyeon sauntering to the counter. Before he reached it, he whispered out of the corner of his mouth, "When I'm working, I want you sitting at the game table."

"But I have to work-"

"Just do it."

"Only if I'm not working on something. I can't leave stuff in the oven to burn, you know."

A familiar deep voice interrupted your banter, though, sending a happy little shock through your chest. Yeosang was back. And ordering a London Fog, which you remembered mentioning as one of your favorites. You peered at him through your lashes, blushing and practically throwing the frog couple cake into the glass to free up a hand when you saw him wave at you.

"Hi (y/n)," he said softly.

"Hi! Sounds like you're trying tea today?"

He nodded. "You said it was your favorite right? Then I had to try it." Pointing at the display, he let his gaze fall to your latest creation. "That's a cute cake. Did someone order it?"

"No," you shook your head, "I just thought it would be cute if any couples or people with significant others came in."

"I'm sure they'll love it. Could I get some jjinppang today? The guys in my group really loved your cake, too, but I can't spoil them too much."

Suppressing a grin at the evidence your frog cake totally provided you with, thank you very much Hakyeon, you obliged.

Yeosang left, London Fog gripped cutely in both hands as he sighed in curling clouds of steam, and Hakyeon immediately whipped his head your way, chuckling at your own sigh.

"Sheesh, no wonder. Guy must be a model or something. You. Tomorrow. Game table."

All you could do was smile, blush, and shake your head.

~

True to your-well, Hakyeon's- word, you placed yourself next to the ‘Come Play With Us 🩷’ sign, legs crossed, chin resting in hand, and latte coastered at your side, casually taking a sip as Yeosang walked in again.

“No cake today?”

"I did a sort of plain German chocolate today and decorate-your-own cookies, so I finished early. Wanna play a game?"

He did indeed, challenging you to a really cute cat café-themed dice game, totally creaming you AKA collecting more cats, and icing a decorate-your-own cookie because quote 'the members were being annoying today, so no free food for them'. He drew the cutest little character on his, shocking you when you discovered it was his own creation.

"I wanna put him on a cake!"

"Go ahead," he said with a smile.

Feeling guilty for shirking helping the other Blue Skies customers who ordered pastries, you glanced up at Hakyeon, who simply gave you a cheeky grin and wave. Rolling your eyes, you returned your gaze to Yeosang, who challenged you to a quick card game before he went back to work.

You won, so he claimed he needed to come back to Blue Skies for a rematch. "I- if you're ok with that."

"Of course," you giggled.

~

"'Favorite game buddy?' Dude, she's totally flirting with you."

"She's nice to every customer. You should have seen the way she laughed and clapped for another person's joke."

"Yeah, but did she draw a hehetmon with a heart on their drink?" Wooyoung asked, hand on his hip.

"She drew a heart in the foam of my first drink last week," Yeosang shot back, making Wooyoung want to take him by the shoulders and shake the forever-singleness out of his handsome friend, "that's, like, the most common latte art there is?"

The worst part was, Yeosang looked genuinely confused by Wooyoung's insinuations. The man was too pure for his own good. That was ok, though. If he wanted to be an angel, Wooyoung was more than happy to play the devil role.

~

"I don't know why you suddenly want to come to Blue Skies with me," Yeosang questioned with a furrowed brow, long black hair falling onto his forehead, "I've been going for, like, two weeks now."

Because you don't know how to make a move, that's why. Clouds drifted lazily across the sky, faintly obscuring the sun as a breeze ruffled through the planter boxes. The weather wasn't quite as sunny-go-lucky as it had been, as if even the sky knew a scheme was brewing.

"Well, if the lovely, very kind baker isn't flirting with you, then maybe I want some," Wooyoung replied with a wide grin.

"What?" If looks could kill, oh boy would Wooyoung be six feet under. It was like his friend had been taking lessons from Hongjoong or something.

Plans were plans, though. "Why not? She sounds great."

"She's not your type," Yeosang replied a little too quickly, pushing his stray bangs back out of his dark stare.

"Well, I'll be the judge of that," Wooyoung said sweetly as he pushed open the door, head swaying a bit with the tinkling of the cute little bell.

There was a girl behind the counter expertly pouring mirror glaze over some petit fours. She was cute, but definitely not Wooyoung's type. Even better.

"Well hello there," he called out charmingly as the girl smiled and waved, clearly over the moon to see Yeosang.

"Hi! Are you one of the guys from the group Yeosang told me about?"

"Yes, and you must be the baker who made that excellent cake, but I had no idea you were so beautiful," he complimented (y/n), leaning on the counter where she took up her spot by the register.

It took all his willpower to suppress the grin that rose to his face as his whole body was wracked by a hard elbowing and then some to ignore the whisper of "don't be a creep".

"Well, thank you," (y/n) smiled, but her gaze still fluttered back to Yeosang. Oh yeah. Wooyoung could just see the pleading in her eyes. She didn't want this from him.

"I hear you make great lattes, too, which I don't doubt. What do you recommend for someone like me, hm?"

"Weren't you just wanting to get an Americano like usual?" Yeosang cut him off, glancing just as pleadingly at (y/n), who kept up an impressive customer-service poker smile.

"I can do that. If you like it sweet, we do a really good brown sugar one."

Wooyoung fiddled with his collar. "Oh, I do like it sweet."

(y/n) laughed, but it was clearly strained, and her whole body practically melted in relief when Yeosang gave him an 'I don't know this man' glance and ordered a latte extra politely, no rush thank you so much (y/n), practically batting his eyelashes at her.

"Maybe we can have our next cat café match next time, huh?" Emphasis on our.

She didn't look up, but (y/n) accidentally delivered a killing blow. Wooyoung choked back a laugh, disguising it as a cough because holy crap, Yeosang was not going to take that correctly.

"Oh, is Wooyoung not going to be a regular, too?"

"No, I think he's just visiting for now, aren't you?"

Wooyoung flipped his hair back, coyly focusing on studying the Badtz-Maru figurine on the table. "You never know."

"I see," said (y/n), "good to know."

Yeosang's gaze darted between (y/n) and his friend, expression falling into one of defeat. His shining eyes were hard to watch, and in any other situation Wooyoung would have grabbed his hand and given him a hug. But that hug was going to have to wait, as (y/n) was making her way over with their drinks. From what Wooyoung gathered, she didn't usually personally deliver what she made.

She didn't even meet his eyes when she reached the table, looking only between Yeosang and the drink she placed in front of him. Yeosang looked up at her, dumbfounded, as she folded her hands behind her back, dawdling at their table.

She'd drawn a hehetmon on each drink, completely ignoring the fact that Americanos didn't even have milk just so she could splash enough on there to make one stick his tongue out at Wooyoung.

"No heart," he very loudly whispered, giving his dear friend a coy look.

Meanwhile and in stark contrast, atop the other cup, hehetmon peered up at Yeosang with a wide smile and a speech bubble that read 'date?'

Wooyoung had the pleasure of watching years melt off Yeosang's face as his sad puppy look morphed back to pure shock and adoration, a finger pointing at his chest.

"Yes," (y/n) said softly, "you."

"Well," palming the sides of the table, Wooyoung stood up, satisfaction fully lighting his face, "if you'll excuse me, I need to go look for a pastry to get for my brother."

~

Yeosang's heart melted at the way you looked at him. Him, not the confident flirt that was his most annoying best friend, the guy who was too scared to ask you out.

He couldn't believe such a beautiful girl, someone as kind and talented at making sweet, lovely things, wanted to go on a date with him, but he would thank every cloud in the sky if he had to that you did. As long as you weren't just trying to scare Wooyoung off.

"Really? I mean, yeah, I-"

"Good. Then tell your friend there I'm not interested in him, just in my usual sweet regular," (y/n) replied, voice and smile as kind and honeyed as ever, "ok?"

"You are? You really are?" He asked, dreamy smile involuntarily widening.

You simply nodded, smiling that serene smile you always had on when you frosted a particularly pretty cake. "Of course I am. How could I not be when you've been nothing but kind and fun, huh? You can tell your buddy I said that, too!"

"I will. I'll tell everyone," Yeosang replied before he could stop himself.

Your eyes shone, that beautiful color pulling Yeosang in even more. "I like the sound of that."

~

You made your way back to the counter, swinging open the little door and stepping back into the kitchen by the pastry case, where Yeosang's friend wandered back and forth, eyes flicking up to meet yours. When he saw you, he grinned sheepishly, pulling out a wad of bills and slinking over to the tip jar, where he dropped them in.

"For putting up with me and finally, for the love of God, getting him that date."

"You're terrible."

"Funny thing, I hear that a lot."

"But thank you," you added, shaking your head in exasperated mirth, "I needed the excuse to not be as creepy as, well you. For a date, and only if you promise to never do that again, I'll give you one of whatever you were looking at on the house."

"I thought you'd never ask."

[gucciwins]

Harry brings a gift…and an important question is asked

A/N: hi friends, it’s been over a month since i last posted. life and school got really busy. but to celebrate graduating uni here is a sweet blurb 💜 happy reading 

Word count: 1987

Y/N loved working at a coffee shop. She loved the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and when a customer asked for her favorite drink. Y/N had been at this coffee shop since she entered uni and continued while pursuing her postgraduate. She enjoyed how flexible Connie, the owner was with her hours. Being here for so long meant Y/N was good with inventory and, more times than not, found herself in the back, organizing and keeping track of all the items. She loved making drinks and talking with customers, but sometimes she got overwhelmed and needed a breather doing inventory allowed her to do so. The shop had been slow most of the morning, so she slipped to the back to get ahead and hopefully head out early. She was looking forward to stopping at the bookstore and picking up the newest Emily Henry novel she had pre-ordered.

Drew poked his head with a teasing smile on his face. “What?” She asked without turning to look at him. “Your staring is getting creepy.”

He scoffs, “you didn’t even look up.”

“You got that intense gaze, my friend.”

Drew sighed, “I get that a lot.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “can I help you with something?”

“No. I wanted to ask if you wanted to make a matcha?” Drew asked suspiciously.

Before Y/N could reply, Tish rushed in. “Harry Styles is here!” Tish screams quietly. “He wants a matcha something. My matches are horrible,” she cries.

Tish is their newest barista, who started here a month ago. She’s a petite pink-haired Latina who Y/N had taken under her wing. Tish had moved far from home and happened to join their team as Connie went on vacation, leaving Y/N and Drew in charge until her return in late Summer. Tish had no idea Harry Styles was a regular here and that Y/N might harbor a small crush on the English pop star.

Y/N glares at Drew because he must have known it's why he came in to bother her. She acted like she was okay not being able to greet Harry, but she loved her conversations with Harry. He told her about new poetry books he was reading. Y/N shared about the new artist she was listening to or the latest record she found. Once Y/N told Harry she was a fan of Madison Cunningham. Harry promised to give her a listen, and months later, she opened for Harry in New York City. Y/N thought it was a funny coincidence, but she couldn’t help but think that she influenced him and his taste in music even a little bit.

“Oh, did I not say lover boy had arrived?” Drew smirks, seeing Y/N’s flushed cheeks.

Tish’s eyes look at her in surprise. “Are you dating Harry Styles?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Drew shut up,” Y/N mutters.

“He so wants to date her,” Drew whispers to Tish.

Y/N fixes her apron and name tag. She makes sure her bisexual flag pin and anatomical heart pin are straightened and hurries out to make Harry’s drink knowing they’ve taken too long.

“The slut strands fix the slut strands,” Drew calls out as he reaches out to fix her hair. She slaps his hands away and walks out from the backroom. Y/N doesn’t even let herself scan the room.

Susie shoots her a wink as she finishes up with a cashier. Y/N grabs his cup and sees that he’s chosen a lavender matcha latte, a favorite of hers. She takes her time and dances around her coworkers happily, knowing they all wait in anticipation for her to call his name.

Y/N won’t give them the pleasure.

“Lavender Matcha latte,” Y/N calls out. She sees him stand up from his seat in the back corner by the shop's tiny bookcase, where you can grab a book and leave another in return.

She had her eyes on Harry, that she missed when a tall redhead approached her. Usually, Y/N picked up the charm for a pretty redhead, but today all her attention is focused on a brunette with emerald eyes. “Did you say, Hailey?” The cute redhead asks.

“Sorry, babes,” Y/N apologizes. “Forgot to say the name. It’s Harry. Yours will be out shortly.”

Hailey giggles, “I had just ordered, so I was a little surprised.”

“We’ll have it out shortly,” Y/N promises as she walks away.

Y/N wants the ground to open up and swallow her whole because Harry had to witness that awkward interaction. “Sorry,” she apologizes to him. “Lavender matcha?”

“Yes, thank you.” He accepts the cup letting their fingers touch for the briefest second. “It’s good to see you, Y/N.”

“You too,” she chirps. “Glad you stopped by. Our matcha still the best?”

Harry smiles, and Y/N can’t help but do the same. She remembers when he came in to tell them he would be away for a few months but would miss their matcha dearly. Y/N made him promise he’d tried to find matcha better than hers—from their coffee shop.

“It was a tough call,” he teases.

Y/N pouts because she knows what that means. He did find better matcha. Although she isn’t sure if he’s found a better matcha or if it’s his way of stopping their flirtatious interactions. Y/N would hate for him to stop coming in. Harry was everyone’s favorite regular because he was kind and learned all their names. He always asked about their life, but Drew teased her because he took a deeper interest in Y/N.  

“Y/N,” Drew calls. “It’s break time.”

Fuck.

She knows what he’s doing, and she hates that.

Harry looks away, but she notices his cheeks heat up. “Would-do—“ he shakes his head. “Do you want to sit with me for a bit?”

“Uh,” she looks behind her, and Drew gives her a discrete thumbs up. “Yeah, okay. I’ll meet you there.”

He nods, leaving with his drink to sit back down. Y/N slips off her apron, and Tish hands her a vanilla latte with oat milk. The rule is Tish makes everyone a drink for their break until she’s perfected. In return, everyone takes turns making one for Tish, allowing her to try to guess all the ingredients in the drink of the day.

Y/N walks over to Harry, careful to walk over, and hopes he doesn’t notice her shaking hands. Harry stands up and pulls her chair out when he sees her approaching. She thanks him, taking a sip of her drink to calm down.

It’s good. Really good.

As Harry sits back down, Y/N finds Tish at the till, waiting for her response. She sends her a thumbs up, making Tish scream in success. This had been a drink she could not perfect for a few weeks, but now she could check it off.

She finds Harry staring at her with a warm smile.

“Sorry, Tish’s new, and we’ve been having her make us drinks to practice,” Y/N explains.

“Mhmm…she’s nice. Took my order and ran off,” he giggles.

“Matcha is not a strong suit for her just yet.”

“She’s learning from the best, so I’m sure soon enough,” he praises.

Y/N feels her face heat up. It’s such a compliment coming from him. “How have you been? All that traveling must be nice being home.”

Harry nods, “I love it, but nothing beats home.”

Conversation with Harry flows easily. He tells her about things he did on his days off. They never mention his shows, but she doesn’t mind. She loves hearing about his intense workouts and the newest book he picked up, and how many friends he has reunited with.

In return, she shares how she completed another year and plans to celebrate in Italy towards the end of July. Harry tells her places she has to visit and even gives her the name of a restaurant she has to visit and to say Harry sent her. He promises it’ll be the best pasta she’s ever had.

Harry changes the conversation back to matcha, promising he missed her drinks.

“You did tell me to find the best,” he teases.

“I thought the best was here,” Y/N defends.

He turns away from her to open his tote bag and slips out a metal tin. “My friend took me to this place in Tokyo, and it was amazing.”

“Harry,” she frowns. “Breaking my heart.”

Harry laughs, “I brought some for you all to try and make some drinks.”

Y/N awes at his kind gesture because he didn’t need to do that, but he wanted to. She accepts the gift and reads the label to learn more about it. “I’m sure if I make it, then it won’t be the same.”

“But you can try?” He offers.

“Matcha is something you have to be gentle with.”

“I asked the barista why it was so good,” Harry shares.

“What they tell you?” Y/N asks, wanting to know the secret to the best matcha.

“It’s about what you put in. All the emotions and feelings you are filled with go into a cup of coffee or tea,” he tells her. He pauses for a second before continuing. “I told them it was good but that it was missing something,” he looks away, unable to meet her eye. “Something about it being special who makes the cup for you.”

Y/N tries her best to contain her smile but fails, knowing Harry enjoyed her matcha because she made it. “Well, I enjoy a good matcha and hope everyone who drinks it does too.”

She looks down at her watch and knows her time with him is over, and she needs to go back to work. Y/N holds tight to the tin and smiles at Harry. “I’m glad you stopped by, Harry.”

“It was good to see you,” he tells her.

As she stands up, he stops Y/N from walking away by holding lightly to her wrist. “Sorry, wait.” He lets go quickly and digs in his bag again. “I said it was for everyone, but I got this one just for you.”

It’s in a purple-colored tin, and Y/N feels her heart swell. Harry bought matcha just for her because he knows she likes it.

“Harry, this was so kind of you.” Harry nods. “Thank you for thinking of me.”

“I hope you’ll tell me how you like it when you make yourself a latte with it,” he smiles at you, giving her the courage to do something crazy.

Y/N looks over her shoulder and sees everyone working, and the customers are lost in their conversations that she allows herself to focus back on Harry. “I don’t know if I’m reading too much into this, but would you want to come over to mine, and we can try this amazing matcha together?” Y/N smiles, trying to look at ease, but inside, she feels her stomach turning and the butterflies going crazy, knowing Harry now holds so much power over her.

Harry takes a second for her words to sink in before responding. “Yes,” he breathes out. “That would be nice.”

“Great, okay,” she bits her bottom lip, nervous about meeting his gaze but can’t look away when she sees the bright smile and shining eyes. “Uh, I can uh give you my number, and you can let me know when you’re free.”

Harry grins. “Wonderful. It’s a date.”

He opens his journal, and she scribbles down her number and, before thinking twice about it, adds her address underneath.

“Alright,” she steps back with her two tins in hand and coffee in the other. “Bye, Harry.”

“Bye, Y/N. I’ll text you.”

“You can call me too,” she offers.

Harry grins, his dimples on display for her and only her. “You’re off at two, right.”

She hums in response. “I’ll call you then.”

Y/N turns away from him, her face warm from the interaction, her heart bounding, but gosh, is she excited for Harry to call her.