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kakashiswilloffire · 3 years ago

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Cold Brew

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word count: 1.9k

kakashi x gn!reader, fluff, coffee shop au

warnings: none!

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It had been a terrible day. Things had been going well when it began, but it took a turn for the worse, and now, it had been a fucking terrible day. You kept your head down as you walked along the busy sidewalk, careful to avoid other passersby. If nothing else, you deserved to something to look forward to after everything you’d been through, and hell if you weren’t going to get it yourself.

And maybe this time, you’d get the barista’s number with it.

There was a light chime as you pushed open the door to the Starbucks nearest your apartment. Logically, you understood that every Starbucks made their drinks the same way, with the same formula and ingredients, but there was something about this location that made your drink seem a little bit sweeter and richer in flavor. You didn’t come here every day by any means, but if you had the time and a little extra cash, it was a good way to relax and reward yourself for working as hard as you did.

One of the staff members behind the counter, the one who always somehow had a white towel stained with red syrup hanging from his front pocket, called out a rushed greeting upon your entrance. When he finished wiping his hands and returned the rag to its home, he looked at you properly.

“Ah! What can I get started for you today?” he grinned. “It was the red velvet last time, right?”

You returned the grin, allowing tension to start melting off your body. “That was the time before last. Last time, it was—”

“The lemon loaf, Asuma,” scoffed the employee who had just finished blending a drive through customer’s drink and came around the corner to see who had walked in. Teasing, he added, “I can’t believe you can’t keep it straight.”

“Fuck off, Kakashi,” he mumbled, making sure to swear at a volume no one else could hear. The silver-haired twenty-something laughed, and you felt yourself become lighter and had to stop yourself from letting your head tip to the side.

These two worked frequently when you came in, and had been actively following your journey in trying all the bakery items they served to determine what paired best with your coffee order. It had started accidentally, with you getting three different bagels on different days in the same week, and Kakashi had made a comment about it, and now it was your mission. Together, you had gone through the bagels, the cake pops, and were currently testing out the cakes. The lemon loaf had been an excellent contender, and you weren’t sure what would be able to top it.

Except, of course, Kakashi getting the hint.

He was normally making drinks when you came in, and you had watched him occasionally in awe while waiting for your order. He seemed to know each recipe innately, and he created lattes, frappuccinos and everything else almost as quickly as they were ordered. His hands moved with surprising speed, accommodating any modifications as he expertly and gracefully crafted drinks. That had been what first drew you to him, and then you became aware how elegantly he did everything. He even made the green apron look great—pairing it with a long sleeve deep blue, nearly grey shirt and keeping an assortment of pens and sharpies in the chest pocket.

He was charming, and beautiful, and graceful, and damn if Asuma didn’t know exactly how you felt about him. Asuma normally took orders, having a great rapport with customers and a talent for figuring out what they meant when they ordered lattes with no espresso or milk. It had taken about a month before he had put two and two together about your feelings for his coworker. Kakashi had interrupted him taking your order to ask a question about the previous customer’s drink, and when he walked away, it took Asuma waving a hand in front of your eyes to bring you back to the present. He had nearly giggled, encouraging you to ask him out on the spot and reassuring you that he was single. You were mortified and flatly refused. Since then, Asuma had made a point of being unavailable to hand you your drink or baked good, and had even tried a couple of times to get Kakashi to take your order himself.

“Can I make a suggestion?” Kakashi asked, leaning across the counter and gesturing for you to lean toward him. You complied, fighting a blush when Asuma looked back and forth between you and tried to make eye contact. He pointed at the display case and dropped his voice to a loud whisper.

“I know you like to stick to one category at a time, but the banana nut’s no good today. It thawed out and then got re-frozen because the new guy, Iruka, left a whole case out for a couple hours yesterday. The texture is garbage.” He nodded at a nervous trainee in the corner, looking a little panicked by a hissing espresso machine. “Go with a blueberry muffin. Classic, and good with everything. Also, it’s my favorite.” He stood back up and winked, turning to go help his coworker who yelped as the milk he was steaming splashed onto the back of his hand.

Your head spun for a moment, then you turned back to Asuma. His grin had now become so wide it looked painful.

“So, one blueberry muffin,” he said as he rapidly tapped the screen. “And then what size today?”

“Venti, for sure.”

“That kind of day, huh?” When you firmly nodded, Asuma furiously tapped again. “I’ll ring you up for a tall and have your boy just make it a venti. How’s that?”

You felt a blush creep across your face by the favor and the description of Kakashi. “No, don’t worry about it, I can pay—”

“Already done. I’d have to void the order to change the size now.” His eyes glinted with a little mischief. It was not the first time he had under-charged you, and it would likely not be the last. You always looked much happier as you left the store than you did when you entered it, and on days like this, you glowed just a bit more.

You relented, reaching for your wallet. “Fine. And while we’re at it, he’s not my boy,” you chided as you handed over your card.

Asuma waved the plastic rectangle back at you as he warned, “I can call him back over here and we can change that.”

“Don’t you dare!” you whispered aggressively, snatching your card when it was handed back. Asuma chuckled, sticking the printout on a large cup.

“One of these days, I swear…” he teased, walking away to pass the cup to Kakashi.

You shook your head, crossing to the other side of the counter to wait for your order.

It only took a few moments for your order to be completed. You watched Kakashi, as you normally did in the open concept kitchen, talk Iruka through the single latte he was making while he blazed through six other drinks in the same time. He reassured him that with practice, he’d become just as fast. You had your doubts.

Asuma placed the thin bag holding what, presumably, was your muffin on the counter, winking at you, before heading directly into some back room a beat before Kakashi finished your drink. Adding the lid, he pushed his silver locks out of his face as he scanned for the missing coworker. He shrugged it off and brought it to the counter himself, calling your name.

“I went ahead and added a little extra sweet cream. I know you think the cold brew is the star, but you looked like you could use a little indulgence, you know?” As he passed you the cup, his fingers brushed yourself and you felt sparks ignite, swallowing hard and focusing on your grip to avoid spilling it.

He checked the wax paper bag next to him, frowning. “You got the blueberry, right?” You nodded, and he grabbed the bag. “Asuma gave you a chocolate chip muffin. Idiot. Give me a sec.”

He took the bag into the back room and returned a moment later, a luxurious smile painted across his face as he handed off the muffin. “Enjoy.”

You thanked him, nodding lightly as you held both items close to your chest.

“I’ll see you soon. Banana nut next time?”

Again, you nodded, feeling yourself flush. “Sounds like a date,” you agreed, a little surprised by your boldness. You caught sight of Asuma, returning to his position behind the register, give you a proud thumbs up. It was progress, at least.

Kakashi carded his fingers through his hair and lingered a beat longer at the counter before one of the metal cups used for steaming milk crashed to the tile ground and he sighed, giving you a small smile and heading back to Iruka. You didn’t envy him, though you were impressed with his patience as a trainer.

Reality seemed to set in a little duller as you left the shop, purchases in hand. Before you let it sink in too far, you admired how the vanilla cream cascaded through the viscous cold brew, tumbling off each block of ice and forming tendrils as it made its way toward the bottom of the cup. You took one drink now, relishing the hit of sugar and vanilla, then twirled the plastic cup in your hand, blending it into a light beige. Now, when you took a sip, it still gave the same satisfying sweetness, but you also got the rich coffee.

The cold brew was great, but it was the extra hit of sweet cream that really did make the drink sing.

You smiled into your cup before remembering the muffin, unfolding the top of the bag. The smell was intoxicating, and you were pleased to find it warm. You pulled it partially out of the bag and took a large bite out of the top. It was excellent, and combined well with the cold brew. It was a solid suggestion from Kakashi, though you felt a pang of emptiness to know that you’d gone another encounter without finding the courage to ask him what he was doing off the clock. Though, you had made decent progress and maybe next time would be what cinched it.

As you made your way back to the safety of your apartment, you tuned the rest of the world out and focused solely on your two treats. You finished the muffin right before arriving, freeing up a hand to unlock your door. Inside, you set down the two-thirds of coffee you had remaining and crumpled the paper bag to throw it in the trash.

However, the bag was weirdly heavy.

Frowning, you smoothed out the wax paper, feeling the square lump in the bottom. You checked inside, sure you had thrown the wrapper away already. Instead, you found what appeared to be an index card, roughly folded twice with delicate, though rushed, writing. The outside had your name spelled out. When you unfolded it, you froze.

It was seven digits, with a hyphen in the middle.

And beneath that:

Be the sweet cream to my cold brew?

-K

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itshaejinju · 4 years ago

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The Umbrella Academy - Coffee Headcanons

I’ve been obsessed with The Umbrella Academy since season one but season two was just amazing. I’ve been in a writing rut along with pretty much everything, COVID has been rough on my mental health. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Work was supposed to be slow for me and I was having my hours cut then something changed and now I have all the hours so now I rarely have free time. So I’m attempting to write on a day off to help make me feel better.

For a preface: I have been writing for quite some time but I’m rusty as it’s been a year or so since I’ve written last. I’m writing on a usb keyboard to my iPad as my monitor died for my computer. I use to write hardcore for FF15 and Voltage Games. Currently I’m going to do what I’m obsessed with just to be easier for me, so Umbrella Academy.

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A/N: I work at Starbucks so these are Starbucks drinks. .

Luther:

A venti French vanilla latte most days it’s a triple but some rough days it needs to be a quad. It’s sweet but not overwhelmingly sweet and the caffeine hits the spot each time. He got it iced once on accident, not his thing in his opinion coffee should be hot. But as polite as Luther is he didn’t bother the barista who was telling him it was okay to hand it back and they would remake it. Luther occasionally orders food with his latte the protein boxes are the best options for him enough protein to get through the day. Luther tips whatever change he has to the barista and always tell them to have a good day.

Diego:

A venti vanilla sweet cream cold brew with caramel drizzle. Always gives the barista a flirty smile as he tips them, if there is no cold brew for the day he gets the equivalent in ice coffee. He jokes with the baristas about the goings on in the day a wary eye on the customers who are not being polite. They generally will move away from Diego when his stance moves to a more defensive nature than a genial posture. By the time Diego gets the cold brew and makes it to the door it’s about halfway done. If there is food samples he will take them but never buys food.

Klaus:

His order varies depending on his mood and how high or drunk he may be at the time. If he’s hung over plain sweetened ice coffee is where it’s at. But beyond that it’s either matcha lemonade or green tea lemonade with mango refresher added. Half of the crew worries that Klaus might pass out in the bathrooms and the other half love seeing him come in. Most compliment him on his clothes and humor. Klaus buys the retail food sometimes like the gum and biscottis but it is seldom. When he tips there is a extra there is always a gem of advice, “wash your makeup off before bed”.

Ben:

(Humor me: he’s able to buy and ingest coffee!) Generally will order whatever is special featured to try it out and see if he likes it. But if there is nothing new to try his stand by is a ice caramel macchiato. Ben enjoys sitting in the patio and watching people go by as he sips his drink. He likes to chat politely with the baristas with they are on break asking how their day is going.

Vanya:

She really hasn’t found what she really likes to drink so she tries many drinks. Some are too sweet and some are not sweet enough she prefers hot drinks over iced drinks. Hot teas so far seem to be the only thing she really enjoys, peach tranquility with some steamed lemonade in it is very soothing. Chocolate croissants are always something she orders to go along with her drink. She generally has her violin with her as she sips her drink, some people have gotten her to play a little bit.

Five:

Coffee - despite for the first few weeks he went to this store they kept giving him a strange look for asking for coffee. “Are you sure young one you want coffee? Not a vanilla bean Frappuccino?” Five would hold his temper at Allison’s urging that he should be polite to the barista. (She almost had to Rumor him into being polite) He’s come up with saying he’s getting the coffee for his dad and the barista tell him he’s sweet for picking up “daddy’s coffee”. Five is not beyond handing the coffee back if it’s not hot and fresh, he will not put up with cold coffee that tastes bitter. He will have them add the cream at the bar and not the condiment bar because who knows when it was changed out last. Some baristas grumble about the irritating child and wish for him to make his own at home but most find him adorable and don’t mind. Five only tips one barista in particular only because they have his coffee ready before he gets to the register exactly the way he wants it.

Allison:

Allison is a pumpkin spice girl all the way. She waits patiently all year for fall to come and get her pumpkin spice. She doesn’t freak out and act like a typical girl about it, she just enjoys the feelings it brings to her. A sense of happiness to her soul. She tips well and is always very friendly with everyone, she generally enjoys a special feature cake pop as a snack.

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 4 years ago

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Roomies

You and Tom accidentally get paired as roommates, but it quickly becomes something more.

You didn’t know what you expected when you signed up to have a random roommate because you didn’t know anyone else at the school. You were hoping you’d be friends, but you’d also heard stories of people having to change halfway through the semester because they hated each other. You hoped that wouldn’t be the case, but you were getting a bit worried when you were starting your drive up and still didn’t know who your roommate was.

You were essentially on your own – your parents were helping your other sibling move into another college a few hours away and you weren’t all that attached to things you had at home, so you packed your clothes and toiletries and saved up money to buy everything the day you got there. Was it kind of ridiculous? Yeah. But would it save you a ton of time and pain moving in? Definitely.

You noticed you were in one of the co-ed dorms when they gave you the key and the packet that had codes and information in it, but you didn’t know who your roommate was. You knew the last name was Holland, and that they were an international student, but other than that your packet didn’t help you. You got into the room and picked a side without much thought into it. You moved your furniture around a little, moving the bed up so that your dresser could fit underneath it and you had a little more space for your clothes that you’d brought.

You were almost done unpacking when you heard the lock open and a guy carrying two bags walked in. You were confused for a second, and so was he.

“Hi, I’m Tom, your last name’s Y/L/N, right?” He asked. He had a British accent, you noticed, so he was an international student after all. “I didn’t realize the rooms were co-ed.”

“Yeah,” you responded. You shook his hand, giving him a smile. “I didn’t either. I can go to housing if…”

“It’s fine with me if it’s fine with you. I have three brothers, so living with a girl would be different.” You smiled at him.

“I have two sisters, so living with a guy might be nice.”

“Is that all of your stuff?” He asked as he put his things on the bed.

“Yeah, I tried to come with as little as possible. I figured I’d run to the Target up the street later if you want to join. I hope that’s not all of yours.” He laughed.

“Actually, it is. I didn’t want to pay a fortune for airfare, so…”

“If that’s everything, we could just go now. Unless you want to go to those orientation things.” He shook his head and the two of you headed down to your car. He explained that he’d just wanted to come here for college so he could move to California after, which made sense because he was going to be an acting major. Your major was similar, so you were kind of glad for the pairing. Neither of you had expected to get a roommate of the opposite sex, but you seemed like similar people so maybe it could work.

“Okay, so if you get the fridge,” you started as you looked at the list the two of you had made in the car. “If you get the fridge, I’ll get the A/C unit. I smuggled in a TV and an Xbox, so we have those, and then we can just split the snacks if you want?”

“Sounds good to me,” he replied. You both grabbed carts and got to work, buying everything you needed, and struggled to get it all up to your room later. By that night you were both unpacked, had set up everything, and you were putting the comforter you’d bought on your bed. It was your favorite color, and it was his, too, so he got a similar one. At least your room somewhat coordinated. You were getting pictures developed to put up on the wall, which he said he didn’t mind, and that was that. You were excited that Tom was so chill. The only inconvenience was having to change in the shower stall, but it didn’t matter that much.

Every time you made friends, it turned out the both of you were involved, so you considered yourself lucky that Tom quickly became your best friend. You would go pretty much everywhere together, and since you had many of the same intro classes, you had a lot of classes together, too. You’d be lying if the thought of dating him hadn’t crossed your mind, but he was your roommate. He probably didn’t want to date you, and what would happen if you broke up? Nothing good, probably, so you let it go. You holed up during fall break and snacked on junk food and played games most of the time, you studied together, and whenever you went somewhere at night he would walk you there and back so nobody would mess with you.

You were studying in the library a couple of months later when he did the first weird-ish thing. You were absolutely freezing, but it was still hot outside, so you were wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Your leg was shaking up and down and you debated walking all the way across campus for some hot chocolate. Tom looked up from his textbook and saw you were shivering.

“I have a sweatshirt,” he said with a smile on his face. “You didn’t have to suffer.”

“I wasn’t going to ask just in case you were cold!” You said. He handed it to you anyway and you put it on over your t-shirt. It was warm and it smelled like him, which was incredibly comforting considering you were worried you would fail the exam on the material in front of you. You muttered a thank you and he just gave you a smile, starting to type on his computer again.

You decided to retire first and of course he walked you back, exchanged textbooks, and went down to the dorm’s common area to finish doing his homework. You were almost asleep by the time he came in and muttered a good night, earning a small laugh as he told you to go to sleep. It was little things like the sweater that started to add up. If you fell asleep he’d put a blanket on you. If he knew you were walking back to your car when it was dark he’d make you call him, or he’d volunteer to go get gas for you so you wouldn’t be out there alone. He would often bring you back food or drinks without you even asking, just because he’d gotten to know you so well that he knew you would never pass up an opportunity for a chicken sandwich and waffle fries.

The next time things got weird was October. It was the week before Halloween and there was a party at one of the houses off campus. Tom didn’t feel like going, so he didn’t, but he told you to keep him on standby in case you needed him. You dressed up in your slutty outfit and tried to pretend you didn’t see him checking you out, and then you left. You met up with your friends, but they soon ditched you for boys they were both seeing, so you were alone.

You started talking to this one guy, whose name you had no idea of, when Tom texted you to check in for the first time. You looked down at your phone just long enough to text him back and then grabbed your PBR, chugging the rest of it in hopes that someone had gone on another run and was back with some beer that wasn’t essentially water. It tasted weird, but you didn’t pay attention. You just kept talking to the guy.

Your vision started going slightly blurry and you tried to walk straight on the back lawn, but you couldn’t. You noticed the guy was watching you and was never too far away, and you realized when your stomach started hurting. He’d roofied you. Shit, you thought. You took out your phone, crossing your arms against your chest to hide some cleavage, and called your trusty roommate.

“Hey, how’s it going?” He asked, putting his phone on one ear while he continued playing with the Xbox.

“I think some guy just roofied me,” you said, “when you texted me I looked away and he must’ve put something in it.”

“Shit. Where are you? I’ll come get you.”

“Take my car, it’s out in the parking lot,” you said as you started getting dizzy.

“Don’t hang up on me, Y/N. Talk to me.” You did – he asked you about how your night had been other than that and before you knew it he was pulling up to the front of the party house. You got in and immediately reached across the console to hug him. He concluded that you’d definitely been roofied because you were drooling by the time he walked you back to the room. He herded you into the shower and then into bed after you were dressed. You woke up the next morning and he had gotten Starbucks for you, probably having borrowed your car again (and filled it back up, because that was who he was).

“Oh, you’re a lifesaver. Literally,” you said as he presented you with the venti cold brew with sweet cream. You sat up and reached toward it and he handed it to you. You drank it like a baby drank a bottle, which just made him laugh.

“No problem. You mind if I play Xbox?”

“Only if I can too.” He handed you one of the controllers and sat down at his desk chair that was pointed toward the TV in between your two beds. “Come sit up here, you don’t have to sit there,” you said, referring to the wooden chair that was obviously uncomfortable. Tom always almost fell out of it, too, every time he used it.

“Fine,” he sighed. He walked over and climbed on your bed with you, sitting down beside you, and you wasted most of the morning playing games. You both had class in the afternoon, so you bucked up the courage to go. You sat down and lo and behold, there was the guy that had roofied you. You elbowed Tom.

“Tom, that’s the guy,” you muttered through gritted teeth, trying not to draw attention to yourself. Tom turned his head toward the guy, who looked straight at you. Tom’s arm flew around your back, pulling you to him uncomfortably.

“Anyway,” Tom cleared his throat so the guy would look away. You elbowed him again.

“What was that?” You asked.

“He was looking straight at you. If he thinks the guy who picked you up was your boyfriend, maybe he’ll let you go.” You knew he was right. You tried not to let the guy get to you and eventually class let out. You were one of the last out of the hundreds of people in the gigantic lecture hall, waiting for Tom to ask the professor about an extension on a paper. You finally went back to the room and sighed.

“There’s no need to panic, darling, you have one class with him!” Tom said as he typed away at his paper. You were pacing back and forth, shivering because the A/C unit was on full blast and you just didn’t want to walk over there to turn it off.

“Yeah, but he definitely knew you were just pretending! What if he tries to, like, stalk me or something?” Tom scoffed.

“Anyone that tries to stalk you will have to stalk me too because I live here. You’ll be fine. One of us’ll be with you all the time in classes and on campus. You really don’t have to worry. I promise.” You sat down in your bungee cord chair, pulling up the hood to the sweatshirt you were wearing. It was Tom’s, actually, you noticed. You didn’t notice when you’d pulled it out of your clean laundry, but you’d done some of his the night before since he didn’t have a full load, so it was definitely his.

“I guess.”

“Come on. Let’s go get some dinner,” he insisted, “and then we’ll go camp out in the library.” You got up and let him drag you halfway across campus to the only dining hall that was open.

You ended up going to the semi-formal with him, because neither of you had another date, and the way he treated you was strange. He opened your door for you, he paid for the dinner beforehand, and he took about a million pictures of you for your Instagram without complaining one bit. He took care of drunk you and held back your hair, got you Gatorade, and took you to get a milkshake at 2 AM because you wanted one so badly that you were crying. You drunkenly told him you loved him and he laughed, just saying he loved you too.

That phrase became familiar, too. I love you. You told him that when you were leaving him, when you were drunk, when he got you food without asking. He smiled every single time, responding that he loved you too. You always told your friends that, though, it was just who you were. It didn’t mean anything other than you valued the friendship you had together. He came with you for Thanksgiving, since he’d never been to one before, and your parents even made him sleep on the couch because they were convinced you two were together. And then there was the night of your friend’s birthday party, and all hell broke loose.

You were sitting in a circle in your friend Sadie’s room, playing spin the bottle with a bottle of Malibu that you’d all emptied together not long ago. You still had a cup of half Malibu and half sprite in front of you. Sadie had to kiss her roommate, Allie, and a couple other roommates had done the same thing. It was just a peck, so it was whatever. You’d spun it, though, and of course it landed on Tom. His face got red, immediately, but he playfully patted his lap and you giggled, walking over to him, and his legs were crossed as you got on your knees to match his level. You cringed a little as he reached out for you and finally kissed you. It was just a peck, like most of them were, but you could tell that he didn’t want to pull away. He didn’t want to pull away.

You lasted through most of the party and decided to leave once you were sobering up. Of course he came with you, and when he put his hand on your back to lead you out of the dorm you couldn’t help but look back at him.

“Sorry the bottle landed on you,” you apologized. “We’re the only co-ed roommates on our hall and of course it ended up on us.” He shrugged.

“It’s spin the bottle. Doesn’t mean anything unless you want it to.”

“Unless I want it to?” You stopped on an empty sidewalk underneath a lamp-post, turning around to look at him. In the low, yellowed light you could see that his face was changing colors, and suddenly the heat rose to your cheeks and you were burning up in the sweatshirt you were swearing. Tom’s sweatshirt. Again.

“I mean…”

“Be honest with me for just five fucking seconds,” you said. “Would you have done that if we were both sober?”

“I am sober, Y/N,” he insisted. “I am. And if you won’t lie to me I won’t lie to you, alright? Have you noticed how I always say I love you too? Or I bring you coffee and I know your order, have you ever considered why? Or did you consider at all why I came and got you at two in the morning at that party?” He walked a few feet in front of you when there was another set of people walking down the sidewalk. He paused to let them through and then looked over at you again. You were freezing in the sweatshirt. It was December, what were you thinking?

“I thought…” You took a deep breath. “I thought. But I wasn’t sure, so I didn’t say anything. And now you’re telling me you’re doing all of this for a reason and I want to believe that you like me, but it’s so complicated, and…” Before you knew what was happening, he was closing the gap between you. His hand went behind your head and his other one splayed across your stomach, pressing you up against the lamp-post in front of you, and he kissed you. This time, it wasn’t a peck. This time, he didn’t pull away. He kissed you for a few minutes and you kissed back, and you only parted when you heard another set of people about to walk by.

“Are you sure now?” You nodded, panting a little. He’d left you out of breath and the air outside was so cold that you could see it.

“Yeah,” you said quietly, reaching out to take one of his hands.

“I like you, Y/N. Roommate or not, I do, and I can guarantee I still would even if I didn’t live with you.” You smiled at him a little.

“What is this, The Prince & Me?” You asked out loud. He looked slightly confused. “It’s a movie, where this guy comes to college in America and…”

“I know the movie.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks again. “So…” You started walking again and so did he.

“So?” You looked at him. “Tom, are you sure? Are you sure you want this? And it isn’t too complicated? Because we live together, what if we fight?”

“Then we talk it out. Come on, Y/N. We can make a King sized bed with our beds put together.” You laughed.

“Is that the only reason why?” He grabbed your waist and squeezed it, making you laugh a little.

“No. I love hearing you laugh, is one of them.” You reached the dorm, finally, and rode the elevator up to your room.

You went back to the room and immediately started moving your furniture together. You talked about going into the city to get brunch as your first official date as you tucked in a set of sheets. This time when he went to change his shirt you didn’t turn away, and he didn’t get mad when you reached for one of his shirts to sleep in. You smiled to yourself as you settled in beside him, assuming the position of the little spoon, as he picked a movie to pretend to watch.

“Good night, girlfriend,” he said in your ear.

“Good night boyfriend,” you replied with a smile on your face. He squeezed your waist again and you smiled, thanking your lucky stars that you’d gotten the co-ed dorm that year.

A/N: I loved this request so much! Thank you for sending it in!

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traviscanuckny-follows · 5 years ago

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WTNC Main 6 - Starbucks Orders

So I did this for the main 6 from The Arcana and I still work to much, so here are the main 6 LI’s from When the Night Comes’ Starbucks orders. P.S This is in a world where Finn can enjoy human food and drink other than whiskey.

🌙 Finn: Venti Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew Coffee. Asks for the cold brew to go to the middle line instead of the first so its less watered down, and requests more sweet cream on top so its even less so. He’s lucky his heart doesn’t work anymore, because the amount of concentrated caffeine in his daily drink would have stopped it by now. Flirts shamelessly and occasionally gets discounts as a result. Leaves really good tips because he’s got money to spare over the centuries. Has had barista’s numbers written on so many cups, even when he doesn’t try.

✨ Ezra: Grande Passion Tea Lemonade, light ice, no sweetener. Herbal and fruity, with no caffeine to make him jittery. He usually ends up ordering something sweet for either himself, Finn, or Omen, along with any herbal teas they might be selling separately so he can brew some at home too. Even if someone messes up his order (not putting lemonade, accidentally adding sweetener, etc.) he’ll take it and still leave a tip. Gets very flustered by the amount of numbers he gets without trying, almost as much as Finn.

🔮 August: Venti Hot White Chocolate Mocha with 5 pumps Hazelnut and 2 pumps Raspberry. 5 shots of espresso instead of 3, and placed on top instead of the bottom. Comes in 3 times a day: Right at opening, during their break from meetings, and right before closing. The third time they inexplicably order three espresso macchiatos for an extra boost for the night. The employees are honestly worried about them, how do they sleep; do they sleep? Are they okay?

🗡️ Piper: Venti Brewed Coffee, dark roast, black, no room for cream or sugar. Comes in twice a day, once in the morning when she is very disgruntled and very touchy if approached the wrong way, probably because she hasn’t gotten her morning coffee yet. She comes in again towards the middle of the day, in a much better mood - though just as blunt, and orders the same thing, occasionally leaving a tip as an apology for her earlier mood.

🔥 Omen: Doesn’t like coffee as much as the others, but boy does he love Frappuccinos. If Ezra is around he’ll order something with caramel in it, usually just a simple Caramel Frappuccino, or in the summer a Caramel Ribbon Crunch, just to avoid the “no more chocolate” conversation. When Ezra isn’t around however, its a double chocolate chip with extra mocha chips and chocolate on top. Is also known to do something with unholy syrup combinations, usually when Alkar is around to influence him. Always asks for extra whip.

🌕 Alkar: Grande Spicy Ginger Tea, with an extra teabag and no sweetener. Comes in the morning and often buys a treat while he’s there. Usually gets a chocolate croissant and/or a venti hot chocolate to split with Omen when he’s around, which makes the demon far too pleased, and Alkar himself far too flustered. Is the least tolerant of rude customers nagging about the line or the wait for food to finish, and has been known to snap once they’ve paid and put less consequences on employees. Decent tipper when he has cash on him.

#When The Night Comes #WTNC #wtnc headcanons #wtnc finn #wtnc ezra #wtnc august #wtnc piper #wtnc omen #wtnc alkar #Finnegan Kazimir #Ezra Lyon #August Willenheim #Piper Meriman #Omen Morningstar #Alkar Cassian #my headcanons #also headcanons are open so send me some asks

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beanfic · 6 years ago

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Sunshine

Pairing: Tyler Joseph x reader

Word count: 1720

Warnings: Just some fluff

Author’s note: I haven’t written a fluffy fic for what seems like in forever? I was able to write this during a quick moment where my writer's block disappeared! I have about three requests I need to write so hopefully I will get some inspo and write them this week!

“Ty, are you sure it’s safe for us to go to the beach?” you asked your husband with worried eyes. He took a few steps towards you and placed his hand on your left cheek.

“My sunshine, it will be okay.” He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your nose making you giggle softly. “The tour is finally over and we finally have time for us.”

“I know but the fans, what if they recognize us and use this an opportunity for a spontaneous meet and greet?”

“I promise it will be okay,” he said softly. He pulled away from you and continued to pack a picnic basket for the meal. “Plus we only have three more days left in LA until we head back to Ohio and we rarely get chances to go to the beach during the summer.”

“I suppose that’s true.” You rubbed your arms which has goosebumps from the A.C being turned up all the way. You and Tyler were house sitting Josh’s home while he was on his own little vacation to New York with Jordan and Jim, which you were disappointed that you weren’t also dog sitting.

“Huntington Beach is about an hour drive,” Tyler mentioned and you nodded.

“Can I play music?”

“You always get to play music,” Tyler whined.

“That’s because you always are playing music!”

“How about you get the aux there and I get it back,” Tyler suggested and you shrugged with defeat since there was no way you could argue so you gave in. “Ready to go?”

You nodded, “I’ve been waiting!” You both headed out to Josh’s Tesla that he stupidly allowed Tyler to drive. It made you nervous driving such an expensive car, especially when it wasn’t yours but Tyler was also a good driver.

The car immediately started playing the radio so you quickly plugged your phone in and shuffled your ‘be happy’ playlist and Take Me Home, Country Roads started playing. You could feel Tyler glare over at you while he started to drive but you turned up the music and rolled down the windows and started to sing at the top of your lungs.

“West Virginia,” Tyler sang along with you and you couldn’t help but to giddily smile. You both harmonized the rest of the song and he headed on the freeway. The sun was hot on your arms but the breeze cooled you off.

“I’m thirsty,” you yelled over the music.

“What?” Tyler yelled back. You ended up leaning over and turning down the music to a reasonable volume.

“I said I’m thirsty! Is there a Starbucks we could stop at?”

“I think there's one off this exit,” he said. Sure enough, the sign for a Starbucks at the next exit showed up and Tyler ended up taking a small detour to quench your thirst. He pulled up to the drive through and ordered a Venti Vanilla Cold Brew and then looked at you.

“Could I please get a venti iced caramel latte with coconut milk, please?”

“So fancy,” Tyler teased. He pulled up to the window and you braced yourself for him to get recognized.

“Hi! $8.50, please! Oh my gosh, you’re Tyler Joseph,” the barista said with shock. You knew it was going to happen.

Tyler chuckled, “Nice to meet you! Here’s my card.”

“I love your music so much, oh my gosh, I saw you live last year and I ended up being under you for Trees and it was amazing,” she ranted as she swiped the card.

“I’m glad you liked the show!” Tyler took his card back and placed it back in his wallet.

“Thank you so much for everything,” she said over and over as she slowly but surely handed you both your drinks. You noticed that on top of your cups had the twenty one pilots symbol written in sharpie.

“Nice to meet you!” Tyler waved goodbye before driving off.

“At least she didn’t ask for a picture,” you whispered once you were far enough away.

“True.”

“What if that happens at the beach?”

“I told you not to worry!” He placed his hand on your thigh and gave it a little squeeze to reassure you. You tried to do some heavy breathing to bring your heart rate back down. The rest of the ride was spent listening to your playlist which included Walking On Sunshine and Lookin’ Out My Back Door. You had almost finished your entire drink before Tyler was finally arriving at the beach. The sounds and smell of the ocean filled your nose and it made you sigh with happiness.

“Is this parking spot okay do you think? I don’t want anyone scratching Josh’s car,” Tyler asked.

“I think it should be fine! I’ll grab the towel bags and you grab the picnic bag!”

“Already on it!” Tyler yelled from the trunk as he had the picnic basket thrown over his shoulder and was also carrying the two towel bags.

“Ty, you can’t carry everything. Let me help!”

“I said I got it!” Tyler quickly moved away from your reach.

“Whatever you say,” you laughed.

The walk down to the beach was quick and you both found a spot that had a little bit of shade and sun and was away from most families. It was around 85 degrees out so you knew you were going to end up getting in the water.

“Here’s your towel!” Tyler handed you your white beach towel that said ‘Mrs. Joseph’ on it. It was a wedding gift since you had gotten married on Manele Bay in Hawaii. Tyler laid down his towel next to yours and took out a small portable speaker.

“I didn’t know you brought that.” You narrowed your eyes.

“Yep, and I get to play music since you called it in the car,” he remarked.

“As long as it’s not twenty one pilots, I’ve had enough of that from tour.”

“Hey, that hurted my feelings.” He stuck his lower lip out and pouted. You picked up a handful of sand and threw it at Tyler’s legs making him groan.

“You’re annoying,” you smiled.

“I know, and that’s why you love me.”

“Very true.” You leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips. “Can you help me put the sunscreen on?”

“No, no way, I would never want to do that,” Tyler mumbled sarcastically. You stripped off your tank top and shorts to reveal the floral print bikini that you were wearing.

“Stop staring, Ty.”

“Sunshine, you’re so gorgeous.”

“I know, you tell me every day.”

“And I will continue telling you.” He squeezed some of the coconut scented sunscreen into this hand and began to lather it on your back. Your body got goosebumps as his cold hands slid across your skin.

“It’s cold,” you whispered softly.

“You’ll warm up soon.” Tyler placed a kiss to your neck and you moaned with happiness. This is everything you have ever wanted in your life.

“Do you need some sunscreen?” you asked him and he shook his head.

“I need to tan to make sure I stay darker than Josh.”

“I think you’ll always be darker than Josh! That man is pasty.”

“I’m going to tell him you said that,” Tyler joked.

Tyler grabbed your hand and started walking towards the ocean. The sand turned from soft warm grains to being cold, hard and wet. You stopped right before the tide came in and closed your eyes to take in your surroundings. The sun was shining and warmed your skin, the seagulls were singing, and the waves were crashing.

“The last one in is a rotten egg!” you screamed as you let go of your husband's hand and went splashing into the cold salt water.

“Not fair!” you heard Tyler yell behind you but you were already throwing yourself into the water before he even started moving. You found your footing on the ground and wiped your hair out of your eyes. You didn’t spot Tyler so you turned in a circle to try to find him.

“Ahh!” you screamed as Tyler slid up behind you grabbing your legs and pulling you under.

“Shark attack,” he laughed as you sputtered.

“Saltwater does not taste good!”

“It probably tastes even worse now too, did it just get warm?” he raised his eyebrow at you and your eyes got wide.

“Tyler Joseph you did not just pee.”

“I’m joking! I wouldn’t do that right next to you.”

“Boys are gross!” you threw yourself onto your back and floated there. You kept your eyes closed as the sun beamed down on you.

“I’m going to go lay in the sun, care to join me?”

“We just got in, but sure.” You grabbed Tyler’s hand once again and followed him back up to your towels. The sand stuck to your wet feet and once you laid down on the towel you tried your best to brush them off.

“Why did we bring our wedding towels? I don’t want them to get dirty,” Tyler mumbled.

“They can be washed, love.” You put your sunglasses on and laid down. Your eyes were closed but you could sense that Tyler was still looking at you. “Ty?”

“Yes, sunshine?”

“You’re staring again,” you smiled.

“I can’t help it! I have the most beautiful wife in the universe.”

“I have the most beautiful husband in the universe.” You lifted your sunglasses so you could look into his chocolate brown eyes. He batted his eyelashes and you rolled your eyes. You could feel the sand move as Tyler laid down next to you. His fingers made their way over to yours until they were intertwined.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, even more, Ty.”

“I need to play music!” Tyler sat up quickly and grabbed his phone to link to the speaker. The song Hooked on a Feeling started to play and you couldn’t help but to smile like an idiot. Josh and he played this song for you at your wedding, and even though it was a hilarious scene, it was also one of the best memories you have.

“Today was amazing,” Tyler whispered. “In the sunshine with my sunshine.”

“Yeah, it really was.”

“Can we get Taco Bell for dinner?”

“Sure, Ty.”

“Thanks, sunshine.”

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brokebuckkmountain · 7 years ago

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More stories from the grumpiest barista on Earth

customer: (stands in line for ten full minutes)

customer: (reaches front of line)

customer: Oh wait, I just need to reload.

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customer: (sticking card into the machine)

customer: (without removing their card) Oh, and I want these almonds too.

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customer: (standing several feet from my register)

me: Actually, I’m gonna ring you up right over here.

customer: (like I’m a goddamn idiot) What, you can’t hear me? (then got very angry when I asked them to repeat their order)

(Forreal why do customers stand so far away form your register like, yes register one is open but I like it over here so fuck you)

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The amount of drinks and pastries I’ve had to give away for free because the customer yanked their card out before the machine was done reading it and left the store is ridiculous. Or how long I’ve had to wait and tell customers “You pulled your card out too soon.. Wait until it prompts you to put it back- no not yet, wait til it tells you. If it says insert card, then yes you can insert your card. What now? Well if it says don’t remove your card, then don’t remove it. Not until it beeps- okay you removed it, now we get to start all over.” Meanwhile, my line gets longer and longer.

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customer: (several feet from register)

customer: (holding up impulse item) I want this! How much is it?!

(HAND ME THE ITEM SO I CAN SCAN IT HAVE YOU NEVER BEEN TO A STORE BEFORE)

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I had a family order five different caramel drinks from me (macchiatos and frappucinos), but they didn’t know who wanted what and kept losing track of how many drinks they wanted and yelled at me because I was ringing them up for what they asked for, not what they really wanted.

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me: (making a mocha, which comes with whipped cream unless specified otherwise)

customer: (turns to her friend and scoffs) Ugh, did you want whipped cream?

(Because I’m at fault for following the recipe. Not you, customer who doesn’t know what goes in their drink. You’re always right, remember.)

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On a similar note, I’ve had customers ask for no drizzle or whip or something and say “Yeah, they just decide to add that stuff to my drink even though I don’t want it! Like why do they just decide to do that?”

Baristas aren’t making artistic decisions with your drinks. We are following the recipe. If what you want differs from it, then tell us. Your preferences are not the standard.

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A woman mobile ordered a cascara coconut milk latte (which has the milk in the title), and when she came to pick it p, she complained that we made it with coconut milk because she wanted 2%...

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I had a customer stand at my register and ask me for directions while one the phone. She wouldn’t leave. I had a very long line.

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customer: Can I have an earl grey tea latte?

me: Sure, what size?

customer: So, it’s a London Fog basically. You’re gonna wanna steep the tea bag in water, then-

me: I know what an earl gray tea latte is. I just need to know what size you’d like.

(Hipster mf really tried to mansplain a menu item to me, the barista who worked at the store. I was so annoyed. It was as if he had practiced his little spiel in his head, and he was just looking forward to explaining how to make the drink to me.)

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me: (literally shuts my cash drawer)

customer: Here’s a quarter, I want even change.

me: My cash drawer is shut, the transaction has ended and I can’t open it again.

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So a customer wanted dark roast while we were brewing more of it, he said he was willing to wait. When the dark roast was done, I asked my customer support (who was pouring other coffees) if he would pour it and hand it off, because I had a line out the door. Fifteen minutes later, when the rush had finally died down, I turned around... to see he had never called out the dark roast. Later that day, the same coworker was getting warmings, and he said he’d get the cheese danish in the oven for me. Ten minutes later the woman who ordered it wandered over and yelled at me that she hadn’t received it. I turned around to see that my customer support had put it in a bag and left it next to the oven. The same coworker frequently tries to snag register from me and starts making me do customer support stuff (and I do it, because I’m not gonna just let the jobs not be done because he’s the one that should be doing them. But it’s annoying). He also fucks up a lot, no call no shows a ton, and still tries to act like he knows more than all his female coworkers. After doing basically nothing during a huge rush, he then wandered over to my coworker and I while we read something and shouted “Whatchu need?! Whatchu need?!” in our ears. He’s my second least favorite coworker. My actual least favorite coworker does the same shit to me, but he’s probs getting his own damn post.

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Variations of “I want the cheese from this sandwich on this bread with this kind of meat, cut like this, okay?” Um, no. This is a coffee house, not a cafe. The sandwiches are pre-made.

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One girl was on the phone the entire conversation while asking for incredibly modified drinks and food, and was super rude in the way she gestured to me. Someone got decaf.

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Why do so many customers walk away from the register, then when I begin helping a new customer, they cut in and demand their receipt. You walked away bro.

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Yes, Starbucks serves two smoothies. But please stop modifying them like you’re at Jamba Juice. If this is where you’re coming to get your health nut smoothies, I have bad news for you about the the ingredients going into the drinks.

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customer: Can I have a (whatever)?

me: Unfortunately, we’re out of that one.

customer: No you aren’t.

me: Um... yes we are? I’m sorry, is there something else I can get you?

customer: I see one in the case!

me: Oh, I can’t actually serve you that one. The case is not kept cold enough.

customer: But I want it.

me: And I don’t want to lose my job when you sue because of food poisoning. Would you like anything else?

(this happens all the time)

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customer: (seeing me write on a hot cup) You got that it was hot, right?! (or the same with the cold cups)

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These two super rude customers started complaining to the new guy on bar that their drinks tasted wrong. “I drink this every single day and it just doesn’t taste right. No you don’t have to remake it but..” BUT you’re fishing for a freebie. My coworker and I stepped in and squashed that bullshit right quick. Nice try, I watched him make the drink properly. And you don’t get the drink here every day, because I’ve never seen you before in my life. Either let us remake it or GTFO.

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These two customers asked for the most obnoxiously modified drinks ever (and I could barely understand them because they didn’t quite know what they were asking for and had super heavy accents). The drinks must have been at least $8-something each. Then they handed me two free drink coupons that Starbucks hasn’t given out in years. My ASM accepted it, but I’ve heard of other Starbucks getting these super old fake coupons lately too. What the fuck people.

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Apparently this is like a new health thing, but imagine my coworker’s and my shock when a woman asked for two butters to be put into her latte.

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This one woman was informed by my coworker that we were out of whatever she ordered, and was getting something different. She clearly had some questions about what my coworker said, because she came to my register and wouldn’t leave, asking me a million questions even though I had a line out the door and couldn’t answer any of them.

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customer: I want a mocha frappuccino, no mocha drizzle. (the drink doesn’t come with drizzle)

me: Okay, that’ll be ready for you down at the bar!

coworker: (puts drizzle on it, even though it doesn’t come with that)

customer: (after having her drink remade, she still decided to wander back to the register side, come almost behind the food case,and start condescendingly going “Is there not a box for you to put the no drizzle? I’m just curious. There’s boxes, right? I don’t see ‘no drizzle’ on my cup, so I’m just wondering.”)

me: (because I’m not a dick and don’t want to throw my coworker under the bus and subject her to this bullshit, I just want the lady to leave because it’s 7:30 am and I have a long ass line) No there is, sorry about that! Have a nice day.

manager: Oh, you were actually right. It was (girl on bar) who messed up.

me: (internally) No shit, but it was still me who got shit on in front of all these customers.

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While I was in the middle of ringing a woman up, my manager started to work on something on the second register. The next customer in line assumed she was ringing and went to her. When my manager informed her she wasn’t actually ringing and that I would be with her in a second, she tried to cut the woman I was helping off and have me ring her stuff. When I told her I was in the middle of a transaction and would be with her shortly, she got super pissed.

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customer: Can I have an Americano with four pumps?

me: Four pumps of what?

customer: Coffee!

me: Do you mean four shots of espresso?

customer: Nevermind, four regular Americanos with no foam.

me: Americanos don’t have foam. They’re just espresso and water. Did you want a drink with milk?

customer: No foam!

me: Americanos never have foam. Foam comes from milk.

customer: Nevermind, just give me four drip coffees!

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customer: I want a trenta black tea. (sees me reaching for trenta iced cup) No, hot!

customer: Unfortunately, we don’t sell hot beverages in trenta size. The largest size I can give you is venti.

customer: (insanely rude) Pretty sure I said venti. Just get it.

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So this customer ordered a panini, and I saw the new guy doing warmings so I assumed he’d get it and went back to ringing my long line. It turns out he did not do this, which was kinda my fault for assuming he’d know to do that. The customer came back five minutes later to yell at me for his sandwich, so I apologized and put it in. While it was cooking, I started to help a couple. In the middle of my sentence, the original customer walked up and screamed “Yo! My sandwich!” The couple looked at me and said “You can just grab it, we’ll wait, That was so rude.” When I came back to them, they kept repeating how rude the first guy was and how sorry they felt for me. It was literally the first time anyone had been nice to me all day. I accidentally charged their venti drinks as grandes. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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customer: Coffee!

me: What size?

customer: Regular!

me: Okay, one grande coffee-

customer: No, I want tall!

(Regular isn’t a size, but it sure as hell isn’t the small one)

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customer: (who is apparently enough of a regular for my coworkers to know her name) One large mint majesty tea. Oh, I want six honeys.

me: Okay, sure! (hands her drinks and honeys)

customer: (in the most entitled way possible) Oh no no no, you put those in for me, thank you! (with a nasty smirk)

(About a week later she came back in. My coworker put the tea bags in, and had me do the honeys. She came back and demanded to know who made her drink. Apparently she had spilled some on her hand and it hurt her. She didn’t want us to do anything about it, she just wanted us to know how mad she was. As soon as she left, I turned to my coworker and said “Wow, hot water is hot? Who knew!” I’d like to hope she won’t come back, but she works too nearby.)

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me: Hi, how are-

customer: Banana loaf. Yes warmed.

me: Okay, anything else for you?

customer: Do you have the new iced cappuccino?

me: You want an iced cappuccino?

customer: No, it’s this new thing where they make the foam cold. I had it at another Starbucks in (big city). You guys must not know about it yet. I’ll take a frappuccino.

me: Sure...

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I had a line out the door and a family ordered a bunch of drinks and a cheese danish. There was a bunch of warmings before theirs, and I wasn’t even getting them, so I went back to ringing. They shouted at me from across the store about their goddamn cheese danish.

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customer: Do you guys sell..um..cappuccinos? Do you know what I’m talking about?

me: (internally) THIS IS A GODDAMN COFFEE SHOP ARE YOU JOKING

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customer: Can I have a cinnamon delicioso?

me: Um, do you want one of our cinnamon dolce drinks?

customer: No, it’s a specific drink. I always get it at my Starbucks. It’s a latte.

me: And it’s not just our cinnamon dolce latte? Whats in it?

customer: Cinnamon dolce syrup in a latte...

me: (trying not to scream) Okay, how about I just get you a cinnamon dolce latte?

customer: Sure. (picks up gum pack from counter, notices it’s barely wet from when I wiped it down earlier) Oh my god, is this bleach?! (starts smelling back of gum pack).

me: No...it’s just water and sanitizer. We use it to clean. It’s perfectly safe.

One of the most wtf customers I’ve ever encountered...

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One morning I was trying to call out a sprouted grain bagel for David, and this woman at the end of the bar impatiently snatched the bag from my hand and marched away. Then came back because she ordered an everything bagel and I had “made it wrong”. No, her name was not David, in case you were wondering.

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customer: I’ll have the slow roasted ham and swiss with cheddar instead, cut in half, only slightly warmed-

me: Okay, I can not do like, a lot of that.

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customer: (makes big show of giving me a dollar tip) I’ll take those lattes fast.

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One day a customer saw I was on my lunch and in line for food. She still decided to ask me if we had more of a certain protein box in the back and asked me to go look for her. I figured it would only take a second so I did it. Then she asked for more. While I was running back and forth to get shit for her on my lunch, she let people take my place in line, so that when I was done. I had to wait a really long time.

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me: Okay, that’ll be $7.25 please.

customer: (shoves $10 bill in my face without deigning to make eye contact)

me: Okay, $2.75 is your change, have a good day!

customer: No dammit, I wanted you to put $10 on my card!

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I have a regular who frequently (and rudely) orders a trenta iced coffee, no ice, no sweetener. One day we were in the middle of getting more and she started yelling at us about her coffee. She also refuses to give her name because “no one esle is ordering this”.

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I had a customer drop $200 on Starbucks cards like it was nothing. Meanwhile, I’m stressed about paying for my classes...

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customer: I’ll take a Pike’s refill.

me: Okay, I’ll be right back with that!

customer: (when I came back) It was supposed to be half caff!

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me: (hands off latte to customer)

customer: (rudely) This is too much ice

me: (looking at latte that I definitely made with light ice, as specified on the mobile order ticket) You want less ice than this?

customer: Well I asked for it, didn’t I?

me: Okay, let me remake that for you!

(I had literally just gotten onto the bar, and we were super busy. Also, as someone who always asks for light ice, and doesn’t always get it, I think this is stupid. If your drink is actually wrong, I get it. But having me remake the entire beverage because you want less ice in it is so stupid. And while I was waiting for the shots to pull, I started working on other drinks. This little teenage nightmare did not seem happy about that.)

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I had a customer, after the transaction was over, suddenly grab the tip jar and yank it really fast to the edge of the counter. It happened super quickly and I panicked, thinking she was stealing it and going to run. Then she went, “You should leave this here, so everyone can see and tip you!”

Girl... wtf... you don’t just grab people’s tip jars like that...

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My coworker and I also literally watched a guy grab two bags of coffee and try to walk out with them.

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I was in the middle of helping a customer when I saw coffee on the floor. Thinking someone had spilled, I looked a little closer... to see the woman had intentionally dumped it everywhere and was aggressively punching the cup. Turns out she’s banned from our location and I just didn’t know.

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I had a customer (who has been super rude to my coworkers before) come in while I was wiping down the door at night (and he yanked open the one I was cleaning, not the other one, and smirked at me) right before close. He then did not leave no matter how many warnings we gave, and finally, when it was a minute and a half til close and he was the only one left, we informed him he had to leave. He glared daggers at us, worked a little bit longer, and finally got the hell out.

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A customer walked in during 8 am peak and asked for a coffee traveler. I told him it’d be a bit of a wait (as I assumed any grown ass adult would know) and he said he needed it fast. Then asked for 8 venti coffees. We were brewing more and said it’d be about 4 minutes. He said “If I get less than 8 can I get it in less than 4 minutes? I’m in a hurry.” We told him no so he stuck to the 8.

Homie had less than 5 minutes to spare and wanted an entire goddamn traveler. Dumbass.

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I wound up barring during a crazy rush, with my manager and district manager sitting two feet away. In the middle of this, I had to stop because this dumb mf ordered a cascara coconut milk latte and wanted me to blend it, hoping it would come out like a frappuccino. I told him that wouldn’t work, and if he wanted one like that he could order a coffee frappuccino with cascara syrup and coconut milk. He told me he was ordering it for a friend who liked coconut and caramel, and he needed me to “help him out”. So I begrudgingly made him a coconut milk caramel frappuccino (which I don’t think he paid for, even though that is a more expensive drink). Then, after holding up my line, tells me when I give it to him that he wants a bunch more whipped cream and drizzle. Like, you fucker. I’m so backed up because of you.

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customer: I want a mocha with no coffee.. a hot chocolate, actually. Almond milk

me: Okay, do you want the whipped cream and mocha drizzle?

customer: No, I hate coffee!

me: Mocha... is chocolate. There’s no coffee in mocha drizzle...

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So we all know those customers that order two shots over ice in a grande cup with pumps of vanilla (or whatever), and go to the condiment bar to give themselves a cheap latte. Well today, a woman who mobile ordered and did exactly that then walked up to my register and asked for whipped cream to be added, because she wanted her “lattes” with whipped cream (like I couldn’t see on the sticker that they were iced espressos). You know you’re cheating the system, do you have to rub it in my face? Ugh.

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I had a customer walk up while on the phone, order one thing, and then resume shouting into his phone and pacing in front of my register. When I tried to tell him his total, he said “I also want a (whatever).” This continued on repeat for five minutes. He’d order one thing, shout into his phone (even other customers from across the store looked annoyed), add one more thing when I told him his total, talk more on the phone, add another thing, etc. He also kept saying “sorry beautiful” as if that made up for it, and at the end said “god bless you beautiful!” and walked away. He tipped 15 cents.

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I also experienced for the first time a customer who talked on the phone and stuck her finger in my face when I tried to ask her what she wanted. I’m not kidding. She did it three times. Stuck her nasty ass finger right in my fucking space. She’s lucky she still has that finger.

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The other day we were crazy busy (the day I almost started crying on the floor). I’m talking one person on register, one person on bar, not enough time to even brew more coffee or get warmings. Eventually customer support came back from lunch and helped save the day. Still, we were like, running out of cups, coffee, lids, literally jumping over spills and trash bags because we didn’t have time to clean up busy. My manager and ASM sat in the back this entire time.

#its been a long few weeks and im ready to fight #work #barista #barista problems #barista life #starbucks #customer service #ppl are dumb

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hollywoodx4 · 8 years ago

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Sticking with the Schuylers (11)

In this part, John has a teeny heart to heart with Alexander.

(Hope you’re enjoying fluffy, carefree Hamliza while it lasts...)

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The morning is hushed and quiet; he does not rush, he does not clamor around the suite. Alexander had slept, peacefully for the first time in years, and awoken with the ghost of a smile painted on his features. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and shifts positions so the first bits of sunlight that creep through his window are no longer in them. And then he remembers.

Fragments of his dreams come back to him in sweet and blissful harmony; citrus and sunshine as she leans her head on his shoulder. Silky hair ticking the nape of his neck as the wind carries it. The warmth of her lips on his; how that warmth had transferred through his entire body in an instant. And then he longs for it, for her.

But he doesn’t want to seem too eager.

It’s a balancing act, he realizes as he begins to get up from bed. On one hand, Alexander feels so completely and intensely for her that he can’t believe he hasn’t known her for years. He can’t believe that he’s still getting to know her; that they’ve been on one date. He wants to tell her everything, confide in her kind eyes and listen to the softness of her voice, revel in her gentle touch.

Alexander also doesn’t want to scare her away.

He knows he’s intense; he speaks too fast, his mind works ten times faster. His opinions are matter-of-fact and backed by argument and article quotes, and he’s been called abrasive multiple times by all kinds of people. So there’s the downfall. A complete and utter need for someone he may just end up scaring away.

So he plods to the bathroom; slowly, calculated. It feels strange to move this way but his mind seems to be floating along with him, somewhere between the world of his dreams and the reality the morning had brought. Nothing can be perfect. Nothing can just go right. He washes his face and brushes his teeth hastily then, the thoughts circling around his mind. A realization; a panic.

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It’s the usual lull of the morning at the campus Starbucks. John paces behind the counter, wiping things down and taking stock of what they’ll need for the lunchtime rush. A few customers stroll in, some in-between classes and others just rolling out of bed, eyes barely opened as they order their venti coffees with extra shots of espresso. He’s seen a lot at this point, the walks of life that live on campus at all hours of the day. But the morning shift has been his favorite lately, simply for the sheer joy of people watching.

Walks of shame, group projects gone awry…once, John Laurens had actually had the pleasure of eavesdropping on a collection of Professors who’d come during the mid-day lull to gossip about their students. So while he pretends to be busy one ear is open, wiping down counters as his freckled face switches between expressions as if he’s in the conversation himself.

He finds joy in the more taxing pieces of people’s lives, essentially. And John is extremely grateful that not only is he privy to the information half-whispered over $5 coffees, but he more or less gets paid to listen. Between the breakups, smack talking, and just outright ridiculous conversations, he’s sure he’s heard-and seen-it all.

John Laurens is (happily) mistaken.

Alexander Hamilton barrels into the campus Starbucks at 9:36 on the dot. John knows because once his eyes meet his disheveled and slightly panicked friend they shoot up to the clock. There isn’t a line so he comes straight to the side of the counter, and that’s when John truly begins to see the damage his friend has endured.

His eyes are wide and panicked, but there is not a single dark circle underneath them. Alexander is clean shaven from the night before, fresh-faced. And even through the mismatch of an outfit he’s thrown on he’s still managed to look more collected than on a regular day. There’s a stark contrast between the smooth nature of his face coupled with the tension held in each of his muscles and the wild fervor in his eyes. And it’s that stiffness to his joints, a raise to his shoulders, which causes John to lean on the counter with a knowing, concerned glance at his appearance.

“You told us your date went well, so which part of your brain am I going to have to kill today?” Alexander sighs and waves his freckled friend off, sinking onto the counter for support. His hands manage to find a straw and he peels at the wrapper absent-mindedly, ripping the paper off bit by tiny bit. John shakes his head at this in dismay-you know, you use a lot of my straws for someone who never drinks cold coffee-before turning to make his usual order. There’s next to nobody in the shop, save a few single laptops and headphones typing madly between sips of dark brew.

When he comes back, steaming black coffee in hand, Alexander has already moved on to his second straw wrapper. The dismantled pieces of paper collect on the freshly washed counter in front of him in a disarray, green straws hastily discarded next to them. John snaps the straws from the counter, replacing them with the coffee in hand, and taps his fingers impatiently.

It takes a while to sort the thoughts in his brain; the ones he wishes he could share versus the ones he knows he can share without seeming too over-the-top. But then it is John. The friend he’s told more than any other. The friend who’s listened. And although their friend group is very close, there isn’t a bond within it quite like the one he shares with John. It’s easier, partly because he’s already told him more than the others know, so there’s less of a guessing game-he doesn’t have to stumble to hide the darker parts of him. And there are things John doesn’t know, that nobody knows, but there is definitely enough of a groundwork to lay a problem upon.

“So?” John breaks Alex from his daze and he jumps a bit, staring up from the mound of straw wrappers that has collected underneath him. He’s suddenly back in the present, in the Starbucks with his best friend’s concerned eyes staring back at him. He’s back to reality, where the swirling thoughts in his mind have begun to plague him already. He groans and lets his head rest on the counter.

“I’m screwed.”

“You’re screwed? Alex, you told me you had-and I quote-‘the best night of my life.”

“I did.”

“So what’s wrong with that?”

“I’m going to ruin it.” The puzzle suddenly seems to click in John’s mind and he sighs, leaning down to Alex’s level. His eyes search the air for an answer to the problem that’s been plaguing his best friend since birth; the one without a definite solution.

He takes a moment to answer. He swipes the paper stress-relief off of the counter. He discards 6 unused green straws. Peeking over his shoulder, there is no line at the counter and no visible incoming customers. So he hops the counter, butt first before swinging his legs over and dropping to the ground next to Alex. John flings his dish towel over his shoulder and gestures to a booth, private enough for conversation yet in a place where he can still see both doors entering the coffee shop. Alex sits and drops his head on the table. Hands fall to his lap, where his fingers flip the switches on his cube back and forth. He doesn’t meet John’s eyes. John doesn’t mind.

“Alex, you’re not going to ruin anything. Your date went well, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Elizabeth Schuyler chose you. She’s the one who initiated everything. You may have picked her up and taken her out but she’s the one who basically asked you out anyway. You were practically dating all week. You saw next to nobody but her-trust me, I think I might actually have to start making appointments to see you pretty soon.” Alexander laughs and John puts a hand on his shoulder, reassuring. And when he finally looks up John’s wearing his signature smile; a mixture between charismatic and compassionate, with the all-too familiar undertone of ‘you’d better listen’ that makes him smile in return.

So he orders another coffee, this one lighter and more refreshing than caffeinating, and pulls his black Moleskin from his back pocket. And for once, he chooses to refrain from the mountain of unnecessary work he often creates for himself. No, this time he chooses to write for himself. For Eliza.

Eliza,

Eden.

The place where grass is greener and the sweet scent of lawn clippings hangs continuously fresh in the air

And you, perfect in grace and natural beauty, stand in the center with not a taunt but a smile to draw me in

The apple which we had been tempted to eat comes in flashes of camera lights and words typed haphazardly,

By children on their phones and middle-aged men in the darkness of their parent’s basements.

You are far sweeter than any fruit that could be hung by any tree, dear Eliza.

And I long to stay in Eden with you,

The land of sweet fruit, and luscious gardens,

Where we can sit and watch the people passing by for more than just a night.

Where the beauty of the landscape is surpassed only by you, and by your soul.

I pray to spend many more days with you,

My Eliza

Sweetest of fruits and purest of soul.

-Alexander

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Is Cold Brew Better Than Iced Coffee?

Around this time in July — when our ever-shortening spring weather takes a sharp right into the damp, hot depths of summer — coffee drinkers are confronted with a morning-altering decision: switch to iced coffee to combat the oppressive weather, or commit to hot coffee as a kind of bold, unnecessarily masochistic act?

Those who prefer their summer over ice have also grown accustomed to another question: regular or cold brew?

If you’re unfamiliar with the difference, think of cold brew as traditional iced coffee’s unhurried fraternal twin. Cold brew can’t go a day without a long, luxurious bath, while iced coffee can barely swing a quick shower; cold brew has read “The Goldfinch” (and is planning on a reread before the movie is released later this summer), but iced coffee unfortunately never had the time — what with work and the kids — though it has seen the trailer on mute.

Once found primarily in the trendiest coffee shops and kitchens of adventurous home baristas, cold brew iced coffee has become a year-round staple. Chains like Starbucks and Dunkin’ have added the drink to their permanent menus. Cold brew makers like Rise, High Brew, La Colombe stock cans in major grocery stores. And at-home brewing kit companies have helped popularize D.I.Y. methods.

Rich Nieto, owner of Sweetleaf Coffee Roasters in Greenpoint, said that cold brew has become so popular in recent years that it now outsells iced coffee in all but one of the company’s four locations. Still, even the most passionate cold-coffee drinkers have questions about their chosen beverage: Is there really less acid in cold brew? Will drinking it in the afternoon keep me up at night? Should I just make it at home? The good news is, we have answers.

What’s the difference between cold brew and iced coffee?

Both drinks are made from the same pair of magical, everyday ingredients — they’re just combined at different temperatures. Water heated to around 200 degrees Fahrenheit (about 93 degrees Celsius) and poured over the grounds will extract all of coffee’s most pleasurable essences in a matter of minutes. When cooled and poured over ice, you have a standard iced coffee. If the brewing water is room temperature, it must canoodle with the coffee grounds for much longer, anywhere from 12 to 24 hours, to produce a cup of joe worth sipping, but the resulting beverage contains coffee’s most sought after qualities — flavor and caffeine — without the bitterness found in one brewed hot.

Does cold brew coffee really have less acid?

My husband recently had an endoscopy that revealed an anomalous patch of stomach tissue on the wall of his esophagus which had been exacerbating his acid reflux. His doctor informed us both that he should try to cut down on spicy food, alcohol and coffee. The first category would be easy, he assured me. The second? Achievable. But the third? Utterly impossible.

Dr. Rabia A. De Latour, a gastroenterologist and assistant professor of medicine at NYU Langone Health, said that it was a common sentiment, and that people who are “exquisitely sensitive” to caffeinated or acidic foods, and those suffering from gastroesophageal reflux disease, or GERD, would benefit from switching to cold brew if they cannot eliminate caffeine from their morning routine. “We recommend they cut out coffee completely,” said Dr. De Latour. But for everyone else, the difference between cold brew and iced coffee is negligible.

“I’ve seen this statistic a lot,” she said in reference to a oft-quoted claim that cold brew is 70 percent less acidic than regular iced coffee. “But I don’t see any scientific data to support this claim,” directing me to a study that shows “comparable” pH values from cold- and hot-brew samples, “ranging from 4.85 to 5.13.” For comparison’s sake, the stomach’s pH hovers somewhere between 1.5 and 3.5.

Does cold-brewed coffee have more caffeine?

Wading through the world of cold brew coffee can be a brutal game of trial and error. Thanks to the wide range of brewing methods, the difference in caffeine content among cold brews is considerably harder to predict than the amount of acid. After brewing for 20 hours, 16 ounces of cold brew at Starbucks contains 200 milligrams of caffeine (12 milligrams per ounce). While that’s about 20 percent higher than their iced coffee, which clocks in at 165 milligrams (10 milligrams per ounce), it’s considerably lower than the same amount of hot coffee, which has 310 milligrams (20 milligrams per ounce). Coffee from Dunkin’ reports similar numbers, with 10.8 milligrams in every ounce of cold brew.

But when you wade into more specialty waters, especially among prepackaged brands, the caffeine content is far from predictable. Canned cold brew brands Rise and High Brew have nearly identical packaging, but grabbing the wrong one could cost you. Rise’s original flavor contains 180 milligrams in its 7-ounce can (25 milligrams per ounce), which is anywhere from 30-50 milligrams more caffeine than what’s found in High Brew’s 8-ounce can. Stumptown, a roaster based in Portland, Ore., sells cold brew in 10.5-ounce bottles that contain a whopping 29.4 milligrams of caffeine per ounce. To a caffeine addict like myself, that number sounds lovely. But to the uninitiated looking to give cold brew a shot, it’s a recipe for disaster.

“A lot of people will not tolerate that amount of caffeine,” Dr. De Latour said. “Some people’s GERD is worsened by coffee because of the caffeine content and its impact on the sphincter muscles,” adding that high amounts found in some cold brews can make people feel quite sick, with symptoms like jitters, peristalsis of the bowels, diarrhea or even increased anxiety and stress. She then reminded me that it is, after all, a stimulant.

So that leaves us with cold brew prepared at home, a great option for those looking for more control when it comes to caffeine and acidity. The New York Times’s own recipe calls for just 12 hours of brewing. Similar recipes can be found across the internet, and all are easy to adjust in order to find the balance that works for your own stomach and pocketbook. A happy medium can be found in store-bought cold brew concentrates. These brews are meant to be diluted, so if you find it too strong, just add water or milk. Not strong enough? You get the idea.

In January, I approached the counter of Starbucks at an airport after waiting alongside an amorphous line of fellow uncaffeinated travelers for half an hour and, relieved to have made it there without collapsing, ordered a large cold brew iced coffee. I even used “venti” — the Italian word for 20, as in the number of ounces it contains — when requesting the large size, even though Italians use the metric system. But my commitment to the chain’s conceptually unsound ordering language did not bear fruit, as I was told by the barista that they had just run out of cold brew. All they had left was standard iced coffee, meaning hot brew served over ice. Out of other options and surrounded by more long lines, I grudgingly accepted. It wasn’t cold brew, but it was coffee. And that’s usually enough.

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7 Super Unhealthy Pumpkin Spice Flavored Foods You Need To Steer Clear Of This Fall

Any mention of PSL season makes me roll my eyes and continue to order my Venti cold brew. As much as I like the taste of pumpkin (kinda?) I don’t really feel the need to give into the whole “pumpkin spice flavored everything” bullshit. Then again, there are some days where we just want to taste some of the new basic shit on the market that’s being obnoxiously advertised in our faces. Like, if an ad for Pumpkin Spice Oreos pops up on Instagram one more time, I might just have to buy a box. Sue me. Pumpkin spice products are all pretty shitty for you, but in case you’re curious about what’s actually in them, here’s an overview of some of the worst pumpkin spice foods out there.

1. Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte

The Starbucks PSL has gotten more fame in the past few years than the whole Kardashian family combined, and it’s just as stupid, honestly. Everyone knows flavored lattes are loaded with sugar and artificial flavorings, so why must we even investigate this drink? I mean, feel free to order it once or twice just to be a functioning member of society, but if you’re gagging from the PSL taste by Halloween, you’ve probably gone too far. Like, any drink with its own Twitter account just needs to be put in its place. Even Taylor Swift is over how basic she used to be. Maybe we should reconsider the obsession here.

2. Chobani Pumpkin Spice Blended Greek Yogurt

Out of this whole list, this product is probably your safest bet if you desperately need your basic white girl pumpkin spice fix. Everyone feels healthy while eating a Chobani Greek yogurt, and no one even feels the need to look at the label because well, it’s Greek yogurt for god’s sake. While the pumpkin spice flavor isn’t horrible for you (even if it sounds like it tastes horrible), each serving has 12 grams of sugar, which is just kinda stupid for a yogurt. Plus, the ingredients seem kinda sketchy: evaporated cane sugar, fruit pectin, juice concentrate? Like, let’s just say this isn’t a homemade pumpkin pie.

3. Angie’s Boom Chicka Pop Holidrizzle Pumpkin Spice Kettle Corn

Popcorn is one of those snacks that has the potential to be SO healthy for you, but then companies go ahead and drizzle shit all over it, and just like that, you’re shoveling handfuls of sugar into your mouth. Just for reference, there are about 30 calories in a cup of popped popcorn without anything on it, and there are over 100 calories per cup in these. While 100 calories may not seem like a lot, you’ve probably never eaten one cup of popcorn before. It’s basically one small handful. This pumpkin spice popcorn is not gonna kill you, but let’s not pretend this is the popcorn your nutritionist had in mind when she suggested it as a healthy snack.

4. Starbucks Bottled Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino

The bottled Starbucks brand frappuccinos that you see at the Target checkout line are even worse than the real deal. I mean, one tiny bottle has 46 grams of sugar and 300 calories. If you’re grabbing one of these for breakfast in place of what could be a zero-cal beverage with the same exact caffeine content (hi, coffee), please reconsider your priorities. You could literally be eating two Krispy Kreme donuts with the same nutrition content. Just something to consider.

5. Quaker Pumpkin Spice Instant Oatmeal

This product is advertised as “naturally and artificially flavored,” which should probably just be tattooed on our foreheads at this point. Any oatmeal that claims to taste like a slice of pumpkin pie is probably not the freshest, healthiest breakfast for you, but then again it’s not terrible. Each packet has 160 calories and 10 grams of sugar, which isn’t the worst, but then again it’s a bowl of oatmeal. The ingredients are also pretty similar to the Maple Brown Sugar and Apple Cinnamon flavors, which just makes us question how much of this recipe is actually natural and how much is artificial. There’s no chance it’s a 50/50 split.

6. Dunkin Donuts Pumpkin Spice Muffin

I don’t think it’s a surprise to anyone that Dunkin Donuts muffins all clock in at around 500 calories, and the pumpkin spice muffin doesn’t seem to be any better or worse for you. For one entire muffin, you’re consuming 77 grams of carbs and over 40 grams of sugar, basically feeding your body a bucket of artificial shit, heavy flour, and maybe the tiniest bit of pumpkin. I guess you can split this with a friend and get away with it if you need a muffin that badly? I’d just avoid it, though. There’s literally nothing good in here, aside from the two grams of fiber in the whole thing.

7. Kashi Pumpkin Spice Flax Granola Bars

I’ve never tried these bars personally, but the nutrition info is actually not that bad considering what it’s going up against here. I mean, I guess you’d expect anything with the words “flax” and “granola” in it to be somewhat healthy, and this definitely passes the test. Each bar is only about 80 calories, with only 5 grams of sugar, and plus there’s some protein and fiber thrown in there. There’s a ton of ingredients that you’d need a biology degree to understand, but overall this isn’t that bad for you if you desperately need some pumpkin spice in your life. But then again it’s a granola bar, so like how much enjoyment are you possibly getting from this thing?