#raspberry mocha latte like no other

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I really miss the catholicism coffee shop where my sister used to work. It was always nice and dim in there and sometimes they would play random gregorian chants and that would just be the music for the day

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parings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - jenna loves to praise you, and you love to do anything she asks. unfortunately, a guy tried to get in between that…

warnings - m e n, oral sex, fingering, anal sex, sixty-nine, praising, r being a downright simp

an - hey guys !

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Do you ever dream up such a surreal thing that could never happen, but it surprisingly does?

Some people beg for unrealistic expectations, like a fancy new car, or a shiny rollex with your initials engraved in gold. Sometimes you get those things, most times you don’t; it’s a heavy ‘what if’.

You were one of those people, dreaming of the impossible and wishing for the utmost crazy things. But unlike others, you didn’t crave a new car or a fancy wrist watch; no, you wanted someone. 

See, you loved to be involved with movies and celebrities, tracking down what films they work on and all that jazz. You ranged from smaller, upcoming actors  like Tom Blythe, to bigger faces like Millie Bobby Brown. It was so fascinating to you, being that you valued cinematography and everything that comes with it, so your appreciation for the faces behind the wonderful characters that you love so much need the same attention. 

Naturally, crushes did form on certain actresses; how could you not fall for such an attractive person? You had such a heavy crush on Jenna Ortega, forming from her performance in The Fallout; she was just so beautiful to you. You would have little fantasies, picturing yourself dating her and just having a blast, it was perfect.

Now somehow, you actually met Jenna. It was completely an accident; you were working your normal shift at the library and she happened to stop by looking for some books. To say that you were awestruck was an understatement, but you didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable in any way so you opted to control your fangirling and stay cool when she came up to purchase the novels she chose.

To your complete and utter surprise, Jenna asked for your socials. She claimed you were ‘good looking and charming’ and she wanted to become friends of the sort. The two of you chatted in instagram dm’s constantly, until you sent your number one day and then Jenna asked you out about a month later. 

Fast forward to now, two and a half years later on the set of a movie that Jenna was acting in. She had (informally) posted you as her personal assistant, meaning you had to listen to whatever she said and asked for with no complaints, not like you would anyways.

“Excuse me! Coming through!” You shouted, running past some crew workers while holding a cup of coffee and a pastry. 

Jenna had asked you to get her some food, claiming that she was a bit peckish, and if you were quick she might share some with you. To say that you sprinted was true, harnessing your inner highschool track legs to be as fast as possible so you could deliver what she wanted.

With a shove and a slight “omph” from shouldering a door open, you hurried into the big production room. Cameras were everywhere, with large lights and wires connecting all around the large set piece. People were hurrying about, actors and their makeup teams rushing to add some last touches before they started rolling.

Jenna was sitting in her chair, a script in her hands while she lazily flipped through to review some lines. As you neared her, she looked up to meet your eyes, a smile crossing her face at the sight of you.

“I got the goods!” You said breathlessly, holding up the items.

“Did you get what I asked for?” Jenna asked, taking the pastry bag to look inside.

“Yep! A white mocha iced latte with one pump raspberry and some strawberry purée cold foam, and a unicorn cake pop!” You said enthusiastically, proud that you remembered her favorite order.

“Good girl.” Jenna praised, pulling you down by your collar so she could kiss your cheek, “I’ll let you have some when we finish this scene.”

You nodded, a blush covering your face at the subtle comment she slid in. Jenna would do that often; whenever you did something good or did what she asked, she would either say “Good girl” or “That’s my girl, just what I asked for”. It gets your brain to short circuit and your stomach to churn pleasantly everytime.

“You can sit in my chair while I work, I don’t think anyone will mind.” She said, sipping her drink with a satisfied hum as she stood up, “Tastes perfect darling.”

You smiled, doing a little fist pump for being so damn good at pleasing your girlfriend. After settling into her chair, you took out your phone to scroll through instagram. Beside you, Jenna was chatting to the director about little things they could do to make the scene better. You heard something about a line delivery, but a funny reel caught your attention and you zoned out for the rest of her conversation. 

“Baby.” Jenna’s voice called to you after a while, causing you to quickly look up.

“Yeah?” You said, eyes on her as you gave her your full attention, “Do you need something?”

Her eyes softened, her hand coming up to cup your face. The pad of her thumb brushed across your skin, rubbing gentle circles on your cheek bone.

“No, I just wanted to let you know we are on a three hour break.” 

You smiled, nodding happily, “Do you want to go to your trailer? Or for a walk? I can grab your hiking shoes!”

“No need for that, we’ll hang out in the break room.” She said, tapping your leg as a silent command to follow her, “There is lunch in there as well.”

You stood up, stretching and cracking your back with a sigh. Jenna’s hand patted your stomach, her nails scratching your skin through your hoodie before she walked away with you hot on her tail. You both made your way into the room, Jenna heading to set her stuff down while you went straight for the donuts.

“Hungry much?” She asked with a laugh, watching as you stuffed a maple glazed donut into your mouth.

“Mphmmmm.” You moaned softly, relishing the taste of the sweet treat. 

“Chew with your mouth closed, don’t you have manners?” Jenna said, coming over to you with a napkin. 

“Omf curse I do.” You said, your words muffled by the donut in your mouth.

She raised her eyebrows, pulling back from wiping your mouth to give you a look that said ‘for real?’. She shook her head when you shrugged your shoulders, reaching up to finish wiping your mouth off. 

“Always so messy.” She noted after throwing the napkin away, “You need a portable pack of Kleenex or something.”

“I usually have one in my backpack.” 

Jenna hummed and nodded, picking up a plate to put some salad on. While she added her toppings, the sound of a door opening caught your attention. Turning your body towards the door, your eyes widened at the sight of who was walking in.

It was Mason, one of Jenna’s co-actors. He was around her age, maybe a little older, with a sturdy build and charming face. Almost everyone loved him, since he was claimed to be so charming and handsome, and loads of girls have unbreakable crushes on him. You used to think he was a great guy, until he started flirting with Jenna and giving you dirty looks every time he saw you. 

Soon you picked up on the fact that he had a thing for your girlfriend, and clearly disliked you for getting to her before he did. He always shot flirtatious comments towards her and constantly made sure he was around her at work so he could talk to her, and that unfortunately made you super uncomfortable and upset about the situation.

You have never been a confrontational person, and when anyone ever disliked you or was angry, you would just duck your head and nod in submission. Jenna usually defended you, knowing that you had a tendency to just take the blunt of the aggression, but for some odd reason she never noticed how Mason treated you. 

“Jeeeenna!” Mason dragged out, a charming smile on his face as he heard towards her, “What’s up?”

“Nothing much, how are you?” She said, setting her salad down to give him her attention.

He held his arms out, signaling he wanted a hug, and leaned in to wrap his arms around her waist. His hand went a little too low for your liking, his fingertips brushing way too close to her bottom, but Jenna pulled back before he could go any farther. Your eyes narrowed in jealousy, but not a word was uttered from your lips.

“I’m great.” He said, his hands still on her arms, “Care if I join you for lunch?” 

Jenna shrugged and nodded, gesturing to the seat next to her. You watched as they both sat down, letting out an irritated puff of air when Mason sneakily scooted his chair closer. Their conversation blurred while you stared, unease bubbling up in your stomach. The way he would so subtly touch her, whether brushing his hand on hers or rubbing their knees together; it made you mad. Your emotions were begging to be let out, scratching at your throat to just go off on him, but your anxiety held you back; yet again, you were afraid. 

The thing that was irking you the most was how Jenna responded to him. Her body language was open towards him, her focus and attention almost fully on him. She was smiling, nodding and laughing at mostly everything he said. It was like she completely forgot of your existence and that made your heart ache. With a sigh, you grabbed your phone and moved to leave the room. 

“Y/N?” Jenna called to you, making you turn to meet her confused gaze, “Where are you going?”

“Gonna get some air.” You said, eyes cast down away from Mason’s condescending smirk, “Just text me if you need something.” 

With that, you exited, and Jenna didn't miss the sense of urgency in your step. A pang of hurt came from her heart, a small frown of sadness coming to her face. 

“Anyways…” Mason said, gaining her attention back, “I’ve been meaning to ask you a question.”

“What is it?” Jenna asked, her eyes locked on the door in case you came back in.

“I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner?” He asked in a hopeful tone, “A date at Providence?”

She finally turned to him, disbelief all over her face. As she stared at him, it suddenly clicked in her mind why you so abruptly left. You were insecure and upset, over the fact that Mason was flirting with her and she was doing nothing to stop it.

“No thanks. I have a girlfriend.” Jenna said, standing up to toss the rest of her salad and pursue you.

“But-.”

“Don’t, I’m not interested.” She interrupted, grabbing her bag and hurrying out of the room. 

She speed-walked down the hallway, eyes peering into every open door in search of you. Each time she looked for you, but didn’t see you, the feeling of dread filled up more and more. She almost gave up after about ten minutes, that was until she found you sitting outside.

You were curled up against the wall, your knees tucked into your chest while your chin rested on your arms. Jenna approached slowly, sliding down beside the wall to sit beside you. She stayed silent for a moment, staring up into the sky while listening to you breathe.

“I’m sorry.” Jenna said after a while, turning her face to you, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s fine.” You mumbled, your hair blowing in the wind while you spoke.

She pursed her lips, feeling like your response was not how you actually felt. She tracked your features, searching your eyes and finding a trace of unease inside your irises. 

“Pretty girl,” Jenna tried again, bumping her foot against yours, “Can you look at me?”

You turned your head, meeting the brown eyes that you fell so hard for. She smiled at you, her hand reaching out to interlace her fingers with your own. Her thumb rubbed your skin, warmth cascading throughout your body from the gentle gesture. 

“I want you to know,” She said, her voice full of confidence, “That no one will ever deter my love from you.” 

You couldn’t help but crack a smile, a small blush coating your cheeks at her words. Jenna giggled softly at your reaction, pulling her hand from yours to cup your cheek.

“I adore you; some stupid guy will never change that.” She murmured softly, her eyes flickering to your lips; a request.

You made the first move, unraveling your knees from your chest to push yourself towards her. She met you halfway, sighing through her nose when her lips pressed into yours. She tasted like vanilla cookies, her scent overwhelming you while you kissed her. 

Your hands went up and around her neck, hers sliding down to your waist to pull herself into your lap. She leaned into you, breaking the kiss for a breath before diving right back in. Her lips slotted into yours, her body weight pushing you against the wall while you both made out. 

“You’re beautiful.” She said between kisses, “My perfect girl.”

“Jenna-.” You started but she cut you off with a kiss.

“My good girl.” She purred, sliding her hands under your shirt to feel your skin, “My trailer is about five minutes away.” 

You nodded furiously, following her closely when she stood up. Her hand grasped yours, fingers intertwined as she pulled you along the gravel path towards the trailers. The walk took less than five minutes, equaling to three since Jenna decided to do a bit of a jog.

Once she unlocked the door and pulled you inside, she pushed you up against the wall, kicking the door shut. Her lips found yours again, her hands pulling your face down to hers to be as close as possible. The feeling of her tongue prodding at your lips set you ablaze, a moan slipping from your mouth while her warm muscle explored you. 

“Bedroom. Now.” Jenna said breathlessly, trying to tug you in the direction of her bed.

You complied, falling onto the mattress. Your clothes were practically ripped off of you, with Jenna somehow undressing herself before you even laid down on your back. She straddled your lap, her hands running along your naked body.

“I think we should try something different.” She mumbled to herself, turning around in your lap.

You opened your mouth to ask what she was up to, but was immediately shut down when she slid down so her mouth was directly above your heat. Her legs went back, knees on either side of your face; sixty-nine position, one she has been talking about doing for months on end. 

A puff of air hitting your clit made you shiver, your eyes falling shut when you felt her fingers drag through your already drenched folds. After a bit of rubbing and messing around, Jenna pushed her fingers in about an inch; a test to see if you were okay to keep going. You whimpered, your legs automatically opening wider for her to easily penetrate you. 

“I’m expecting you to do something back there.” She said sternly, still slowly pushing her fingers into you, “I don’t want to wait.”

Your eyes snapped open, immediately directing your attention to the task at hand. You gently pushed her thighs farther apart, your thumbs coming up to spread her folds open. Carefully, you pulled her onto your mouth, your tongue licking and prodding her entrance as you tasted her wetness. She moaned softly, her movements unwavering while she still fingered you. 

You whined in pleasure when she wrapped her lips around your clit, arousal flowing through your veins. Between the two of you, Jenna was definitely more experienced with sex. You loved to be of assistance to her however you could, being labeled as a “service top”, what your friend called it. 

You pushed your tongue inside of her hole, relishing in the way she moaned around your clit. You thrusted back and forth, filling her up with each push inside of her. The feeling of something spongy on your tongue made you giddy, focusing your assault on massaging that sensitive spot. 

Jenna pulled back from you to give a guttural moan, her fingers finding a faster pace to match your tongue. You could feel your orgasm rising quite quickly, and you knew Jenna’s was close behind from her velvety walls tightening on you.

You came first, your body seizing and mind going blank for a moment. Jenna stroked you through it, her other hand rubbing your thigh while you calmed down. Soon though, she followed you suit, her thighs squeezing your head as she released on your tongue. A cute little noise exited her throat, sort of a moan and an exhale; either way it was adorable. 

“Oh…” Jenna sighed, her fingers twitching inside of you.

“You good?” You asked, knowing she could either want more or be completely burnt out, “Need anything?”

She pulled her hand away from your legs, rolling over and moving until she was sat up beside you. Her eyes met yours, brown irises burrowing into your soul as she analyzed you. Her shoulders slumped slightly as she stared at you, desire pooling in her pupils.

“God…” She said, her hand reaching out to affectionately stroke your thigh, “I want you to sit on my face.”

“J-Jenna!” You stuttered, your face going red in shock.

“Please?” She asked, leaning over so she could peck your lips, “I wanna make you scream my name.”

You’re not sure when you said yes, or when Jenna flipped you both over, or when she got you sat up and over her mouth, but either way she had you where she wanted you. 

Your hands gripped the headboard, trying to not lean all of your weight onto her head in fear of hurting her, but one pull from Jenna and you were done for. She guided your hips down, her tongue licking lazily between your folds. 

A whimper exited your mouth, which turned into a satisfied moan when she finally pushed herself inside of you. The stretch felt nice, and the sensual rubbing she was doing to your thighs was pleasing to you. 

“Oh Jenna!” You moaned out, throwing your head back at the feeling of her tongue finding your sweet spot. 

One of your hands went down to wind into her hair, while her hand slid up to your chest to pinch your nipples. She groped and pulled at you, pumping her tongue in and out of you at a fast pace. Your hips started to rock back and forth, small whines slipping out everytime her teeth caught your clit. 

“Fuck…” You whispered, your eyes rolling from the pleasure between your thighs, “I…I’m close…”

Jenna hummed beneath you, causing you to cry out, and proceeded to pull your thighs farther apart and press her fingers against your other hole. She rubbed for a moment, before gently pushing two inside of you. 

The attention was too much, being that her tongue was inside of you, her fingers were inside of you, and your breasts were being squeezed so pleasantly that you practically broke down on top of her. A guttural moan erupted from your throat, your orgasm crashing down hard. Jenna helped you through it, licking and pumping until you had to push yourself off of her due to overstimulation. 

“You okay?” She asked after you settled yourself into her side, your arm lazily slinging over her waist.

“Mhm.” You nodded, burying your face into her neck for comfort. 

“You did good, pretty girl.” She praised, kissing your temple before grabbing a towel off of the side table to wipe her face with, “I’m impressed with how you ate me out earlier.”

“Don’t underestimate me, idiot.” You joked, patting her stomach, “I’m not that vanilla anymore.”

Jenna laughed, pulling you closer to her chest. She threw her blanket over the two of you, snuggling into you and intertwining her legs with yours. 

“Don’t we have to be back soon?” You asked sleepily, fighting to keep your eyes open, “They need you.”

“We have two and a half hours.” Jenna murmured, tucking her head under your chin, “And I need you right now.”

“But-.”

“Shhh.” She whispered, kissing your neck, “Just hold me.”

And hold her you did.

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Drinks (Setting or AU)

Brewed Coffee = Canon Verse Steamed Milk = Soulmates Latte = Human AU Hot Chocolate = Parental AU Herbal Tea = Magic AU (Modern day or fantasy) Machiatto = Time Travel Cappuccino = Gods AU Green Tea = Merpeople

Milk (Tone)

Skim = Hurt/No comfort 2% Milk = Hurt/Comfort Heavy Cream = Fluff Oat Milk = Ambiguous ending Coconut = Crack taken seriously Olive Oil = Crack

Syrup (Characters)

Starfruit = Janus Loganberry = Logan Peach = Patton Kiwi = Remus Cherry = Roman Cranberry = Virgil

Toppings (Tropes)

Whipped cream = Only one Bed Caramel drizzle = Childhood Best Friends Chocolate sauce = Fake Dating/Marriage Chopped nuts = Arranged Marriage Burnt sugar = Time Loop Chocolate Shavings = Mutual Pining Honey = Sick Fic Cinnamon = Enemies to Lovers Nutmeg = Love after Loss Blended = Found Family

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The Serpent God

A cappuccino with 2% milk, starfruit, and crushed raspberries. (Gods AU, hurt/comfort, featuring Janus, and hiding a fatal injury.)

Space Jam

A boba with starfruit, kiwi & Loganberry jellies, blended with honey. (Space AU with Janus, Remus, & Logan, found family sick fic.)

Peach Berry Sweet Treat

Peach/Loganberry Cobbler Latte, with ginger cookie crumbles. (Human AU, only one of them knows they are dating with romantic Logicality.)

Melting Clocks Crumble

A macchiato with burnt sugar topped with whipped cream. (A time travel AU with only one bed, time loops and a choice of characters.)

Lost in Space

Boba tea with steamed skim milk, kiwi/peach boba. (Soulmate Space AU, romantic Intruality, hurt no comfort.)

Winter's Comfort

A mocha with 2% milk, topped with caramel drizzle, nutmeg, and chocolate shavings, syrup to taste. (Parental human AU, hurt/comfort, childhood best friends, mutual pining, and love after loss, any characters.)

A Classic

Herbal tea, with 2% steamed milk. (Human magic AU, hurt/comfort, any characters.)

Cinnamon Sunrise

Steamed milk with cinnamon. (Human AU, with enemies to lovers. Your choice of characters, tone, and tropes.)

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yandere influencer x fem! reader (pt 4)

The aroma of freshly ground coffee wafted through the air, encasing your senses as you and Cillian stepped into the threshold of the cafe. A buzz of chatter from the crowded space filled your ears, punctuated by the clinking of porcelain and the hiss of steam frothing milk. The cafe's modern decor, a blend of industrial chic and cozy warmth, seemed to draw in half the city, leaving  you and Cillian at the end of a winding line of impatient patrons.

You fidgeted with the hem of your sweater, an eclectic pattern of colors that you had chosen to appear both sophisticated and approachable. Entering the queue, you the weight of the many eyes skimming over both you and Cillian—some curious, others envious. He stood beside at your side, the epitome of effortless elegance, his dark hair catching the soft glow of the pendant lights above.

“Looks like we’ll be here for a while,” he remarked. “I hate when something I like becomes popular.”

“Seems so,” you replied, your tone light but your mind elsewhere. You slipped your phone out of your pocket, thumb flicking across the screen with swift, practiced motions. Emails, job listings, opportunities—they cascaded down the display as you filtered through them with a sense of urgency that belied the calm front you tried to project.

“Are you looking at anything interesting?” Cillian asked, peering over at your screen with a curiosity that felt too close, too keen.

“Just looking at some job postings,” you said, minimizing the list of applications before he could glimpse the titles. You knew he didn’t truly understand your need to earn your keep, to build something for yourself without the crutch of connections or favors. “It’s difficult to find something with flexible hours and decent pay. I want to find something that fits, you know?”

“I figure it’d be,” he said with a shrug.

Once he retreated out of your personal bubble, you scrolled through one listing after another, occasionally pausing to submit your resume into the void of potential employment. Each tap on the 'apply' button was a tiny leap of faith—a hope that somewhere out there was a chance for you to prove yourself capable, independent.

The cafe was stifling. You removed your cardigan and settled it over your arm, only for Cillian to sweep it into his arms. You glared as he draped the sleeves over his shoulders, tying them into a knot. It was an eyesore against his monochromatic ensemble, but as always, he wore it well.

You shuffled forward in the line, your eyes trailing over the scuffed tile floor of the bustling cafe. Cillian loomed beside you, his body heat seeping through the thin fabric of your blouse as he leaned a little too close for comfort, arms pressing into your side.

“I love this,” Cillian whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “Our weekly meet-ups are all that get me through the week.”

You nodded, a quick jerk of your head, wishing your frazzled hair would shield you from the intimacy of his gaze. Your attention shifted to the chalkboard menu above the counter, where playful script offered promises of bold new flavors and exotic blends. You considered ordering a raspberry mocha or the spiced chai latte, something to break the monotony of your usual orders.

“Hey, Lee, what do you think about those new items> Do they look—”

“No. You know how particular your stomach is,” Cillian cut in, his tone laced with feigned concern as he placed a hand on your shoulder. "You should stick with the usual, and I’ll get the new stuff so you can still try it." Before you could protest, Cillian turned to the barista, his charismatic smile in place. “Two of the usual, please. And could you grab one of those pre packaged blueberry muffins?”

Whatever. I’m eating on his dime, you thought as he swiped his card.

With a sigh trapped behind you lips, you smiled and watched as he paid for the order, his flamboyant duct-tape wallet—the same one you made for him during a particularly boring summer—flashing briefly before being tucked away. The idea of eating another stiff, cellophane-wrapped muffin seemed ridiculous when there were trays of fresh pastries just a few feet away. But he was paying, and arguing seemed like it would cost more than you were willing to spend.

“Come, let’s find our table. Did you know the owner started reserving the one in the back for us? It’s nice when loyalty is rewarded.” Cillian steered you gently by the elbow toward an empty table in the corner. Releasing you, his fingers curled around the back of the chair, sliding it out with a graceful swoop that seemed practiced, almost theatrical.

No sooner than you sat, a broad-shoulder man rushed over with their drinks. “Here you go,” he said, gently placing them down. “I knew what to make as soon as you walked in.”

You settled into the seat, your eyes drifting to the cup placed before you—a frothy concoction topped with swirls of caramel and a mountain of whipped cream. You wrapped your hands around the warm ceramic, feeling its smoothness against your palms, the heat barely penetrating the barrier between them.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, more out of habit than genuine gratitude. Bringing the cup to your lips, you took a tentative sip, the sugary liquid flooding your mouth with an intensity that made you wince. It was cloying, too much, like the heavy-handed perfume of someone trying to mask their insecurities. With each visit, the sweetness seemed to grow, or perhaps it was just your weariness of this routine that soured the taste.

“Say 'ah',” said Cillian, tilting his drink to you. “I asked you to open your mouth. I'm giving you the first sip.” He tilted his head, curved lashes rising and falling with each blink. “Or do you want me to make you? Would you like that?”

“I want none of that. It's embarrassing.”

“Fine.” Cillian snatched his drink back, his lips curling into a contented smile as he savored a flavor that  you could no longer stomach. His phone appeared in his hand—sleek, the latest model—as if by magic, and he began to fuss over their table setting, rearranging the silverware and napkins with meticulous care.

“Wait,” he said, holding up a hand to halt your movements as you reached for a muffin. “Let me get a picture first.”

Sighing, you withdrew your hand. You should’ve just shut up and drank from his cup. He was probably punishing you now.

You were forced to watch as he positioned his phone just so, angling it to capture the perfect composition of their prepackaged desserts. The shutter clicked repeatedly, a staccato rhythm that echoed the tapping of your foot beneath the table. With a sense of dettachment, you observed the scene through the screen’s glow, detached, as if viewing it all from a great distance.

The cafe buzzed around them, a hive of activity and chatter, but in their little corner, only the soft light of Cillian’s phone display and the artificial sound of captured moments filled the space.

“Perfect,” Cillian finally declared, his voice threaded with satisfaction as he admired the digital gallery of confections and cream. “I can make even cellophane wrap look appetizing.”

“So talented,”  you replied, tone flat, the single word falling short of enthusiasm. You watched him now, as he edited and filtered reality into something palatable for public consumption, something that would garner admiration and envy in equal measure.

Finally allowed your beverage, you eagerly dug in, first savoring the whipped cream before it could’ve further melted into the beverage. Scooping some into your mouth, a dollop of whipped cream perched precariously on the edge of your straw.

It was then that the inevitable happened. The whipped cream betrayed you, a small glob landing with a soft plop on your nose. You froze, a flicker of annoyance crossing your face as you reached for a napkin. But Cillian’s hand was quicker, his fingers skimming your cheek, then swiping the cream off your nose. He lingered a second too long.

“Got it,” he murmured, tongue slithering out to lick his fingers. He wiped his saliva on the sleeve of your cardigan, which was still settled around his shoulders.

Your breath hitched. Although a more sensible part of yourself fought the urge to scream at him for the act, a quieter, darker corner of your mind began to race.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, drawing back slightly. You eyed your portion of the desserts, the artificial brightness of the strawberry topping almost mocking in its vibrancy. You scooped up a small bite, the saccharine taste doing little to satisfy the craving you couldn't quite name.

Cillian watched you, his dark eyes gleaming. He seemed oblivious to the fact that your routine outings had become a suffocating ritual, a showcase for the curated life he projected onto his Instagram feed.

“Isn’t it delicious?” he asked, his tone expectant, a hint of coercion nestled between the words.

“The same as always,” you echoed, though the flavor was as hollow as the affirmation. The consequences of defying Cillian’s vision for your friendship loomed large and his approval was a drug you had been conditioned to crave.

Your spoon clinked against the plastic container, a soft sound. You ate mechanically, your thoughts drifting away from the table, away from Cillian and his veiled demands. You imagined stepping out of this scene, leaving behind the cloying sweetness and the confines of expectations. In your mind's eye, you pictured yourself tasting something real and complex, something that didn't leave you longing for more.

Your eyes wandered from the busy baristas steaming milk to perfection, to the patrons hunched over their laptops or lost in murmured conversations. The clinking of cutlery on porcelain provided a rhythmic backdrop to the muffled chatter around them. You inhaled deeply, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling your senses, yet you found no comfort in the familiar scent. Instead, it underscored a sense of monotony that had been creeping into your days, a desire for something more than these meticulously staged outings.

“Y/N?” Cillian's voice threaded through your thoughts, smooth and commanding. His eyes were fixed on her, expectant, as he leaned forward slightly, his posture perfect, his smile practiced. “You seem distant today. You know you can share anything with me, right?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you assured him, pressing your lips into a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. “Just thinking about a paper I have due.”

“Your dedication is admirable,” he replied, his tone laced with an affection that felt like a velvet glove masking a steel grip. “Admirable, but irritating. You need to learn to relax a bit. Don’t worry, I’m here to take care of you.”

You nodded. You watched him as he adjusted his phone on the table, the screen alight with notifications—likes, comments, a digital chorus singing his praises. It seemed that he had already uploaded the images, a new record. Cillian seemed to exist in two worlds simultaneously: the one before you and the one inside his phone, each moment curated for maximum effect.

“Let’s take a selfie,” he suggested suddenly, his voice light but insistent. “We haven’t updated our cafe chronicles in a while.”

Before you could respond, he had positioned his phone, the lens aimed at capturing the dessert and you smile.  You obliged, tilting your head just so. You braced yourself for a barrage, but he merely snapped one image.

Your stomach curdled. Was it alright? How could he be satisfied by only one picture? Were you ugly and was offering to take a picture with you merely a way to maintain the farce of friendship? He was always buying you things, and you had never stopped to wonder what he was getting in return. Was it a sick sense of charity?

“You’re so pretty here,” Cillian declared, reviewing the photo with a nod of approval. "Our followers will love this."

“Our?”

“They’re mine, but they like seeing you, too. I guess I should share you, sometimes.”

“Right. Yeah, guess that makes enough sense.”

You couldn't help but wonder if there was anyone out there who saw past the facade, who understood the reality of the smiles and the sweetness that left a bitter aftertaste. You longed for the authenticity that no filter could provide, a life where moments were lived and not merely documented for the hollow validation of strangers. You wondered what kind of person Cillian was without that glassy shield.

“Your turn,” he said, pushing the phone toward you. “You should post something too. Keep up appearances, you know?”

“Right,”  you murmured, your fingers hovering over the device. You glanced at Cillian and then back at the bustling cafe, the world spinning around you in a blur of motion and sound. You glanced up at Cillian, who was animatedly discussing his latest social media strategy, his features alight with enthusiasm.

“Imagine the likes we’d get if we posted every weekend.”

“What’s your goal with this?” you abruptly asked. “Why do you post so much?”

He paused, his gaze lifting from the screen to meet hers, a half-smile playing on his lips. “I have dreams, Y/N,” he said softly, almost tenderly. His dark eyes held a glimmer of something fierce, something hungry. “I want to be more than just a face in the crowd. Modeling—that’s what I see myself doing. My face on billboards, in magazines…”

Your heart skipped a beat, not from surprise but from the sudden realization that he had been serious about his ambitions all along.

“Then I support you,” you murmured. The words felt hollow, even to your own ears, as if they were being swallowed by the grandeur of his dream.

But as Cillian spoke, detailing his strategies for building a portfolio and networking within the industry, your attention waned. You nodded mechanically, your mind drifting. Your could hear the passion in his voice, see the fire in his eyes, but it was like watching a play through a thick pane of glass. You couldn't reach him; you couldn't touch the world he was so vividly painting with his words.

The conversation began to feel like a soliloquy, his voice the only sound in the room, resonating with aspirations that soared high above your understanding.  Your gaze settled on the phone still clutched in his hand, the screen alive with notifications—each one a confirmation of his allure, each one pulling him further away from her. The light from his phone cast a glow on his sharp features, throwing shadows that danced across his high cheekbones. He was talking about headshots now, about finding the right angle to accentuate the stark lines of his jaw. You tried to listen, tried to be present, but a storm brewed within her, dark and relentless.

Cillian was sensitive, his heart an exposed nerve, and the world he so desperately wanted to conquer was unforgiving, ravenous. The beauty industry would devour his gentle spirit; you could almost hear the snap of its jaws in the distance. Your stomach churned at the thought of him, caught in the maelstrom of criticism and rejection, those princely features twisted in pain.

A shiver ran down your spine upon drawing a cruel conclusion. You wanted to see him crying, but you wanted to reserve the sight for yourself. He would look pretty even when crying—you had seen it before, the way tears clung to his lashes like morning dew, the way his blue eyes deepened into stormy seas.

Your lips parted, breath catching. It was a troubling realization, one that made your cheeks flush with heat. You didn't want the world to witness that vulnerability, to see him stripped bare of the confidence he wore like armor.

“You’re beautiful. The world will love you," you managed to say. “It will devour you whole.”

He paused, his eyes locking onto your, and for a moment, there was silence. “You really think so?” he asked, tentative hope threading through his words.

You nodded, your throat tight. “It’s impossible not to,” you said, and it was the truth. But buried beneath that truth was a coil of scales and green, that dreaded jealousy snaking around your heart. It was a silent plea that begged him not to share his beauty with anyone else. In a world where you often felt mismatched and uncertain, his adoration was the anchor that kept you from drifting too far into the sea of your own insecurities. The only thing you had was him, and the thought of losing even a sliver of that connection was more than you could bear.

“Y/N?” Cillian's voice sliced through your reverie, laced with a hint of suspicion. “Really, what’s wrong? You seem spacey today.”

“Sorry,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “Only tired, that’s still all.”

As you finished eating the desserts,  youur restlessness clawed its way up your throat, desperate for release. With each bite of the overly sweet cake, you tasted the blandness of repetition. The same cafes, the same dynamic, the same Cillian — it was a pattern woven into the fabric of your daily life, one that now chafed and constricted.

You pushed the plate away, the remnants of frosting clinging stubbornly to the porcelain.

“Next time, let’s try somewhere new,” you ventured, your voice steadier than you felt. “Maybe something less curated? We could take a stroll around town and see where we wind up.”

“New?” Cillian laughed. “Why fix something that isn’t broken? This place is us. It’s our spot.”

Your gaze fell to the empty plate, the hollow echo of ‘our’ ringing in your ears. No, you thought, a slow-burning defiance taking root. This isn’t us; it’s you, and I’m just along for the ride because you pay for everything.

“Guess so,” you murmured, the word sticking in your throat like the last taste of artificial sweeteners. Cillian continued talking, oblivious to the seismic shift occurring within.

You bit your lip, gaze lingering on your phone before shifting to your bag, the dog-eared textbook inside. Reluctantly, you retrieved the device and opened your emails, sifting through the job listings yet again.

“Applying to jobs? You can do that anytime.” Cillian’s lips curled into a half-smile, though his eyes narrowed slightly—a fleeting shadow crossing his otherwise immaculate features. “Why are you worrying about that, though? If you need money, I can talk to my father. He’s always looking for competent people at the company.”

The offer hung in the air between you, a gilded temptation laced with implications. Your fingers paused on the page, the words 'cognitive dissonance' blurring before your eyes. You took a deep breath, trying to steady the fluttering in your chest.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” you replied, more to yourself than to him. “I want to earn my way, not just land a job because I know someone who knows someone.”

Cillian leaned back, his expression unreadable as he regarded you through half-lidded eyes. “As you wish,” he murmured, the phrase an echo of acquiescence that seemed to dance on the edge of something darker, something you couldn't quite place.

Turning back to the textbook, you tried to lose yourself in the psychological complexities it held, your mind tracing the intricate pathways of human behavior and motivation. Yet, a part of you remained acutely aware of his presence, the weight of his gaze, and the unspoken challenges that brewed like the coffee behind the counter—bitter and potent.

“Really, Y/N,” Cillian said, his voice smooth like velvet but edged with something colder. You could feel his eyes on you, burning with an intensity that made your skin prickle. “You don’t have to do this. I can make things easier for you. You’re not just anyone to me. But you aren't family either.”

“You’re not getting it. You’re just a friend, and connections can be so easily severed. I’ve done it since secondary school, and now that we’re entering adulthood, I don’t want to keep relying on you. I want to feel like I’m doing something for myself for once.”

“Fine,” Cillian’s voice dropped, a shadow passing over his face that matched the darkening sky outside. “But remember, my offer to take care of you is always there. It would be much simpler than all this.”

You felt a chill that had nothing to do with the cafe’s air conditioning. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, hands trembling slightly. Your ambition battled with the gnawing doubt that his words left in their wake.

“Simple isn’t always better,” your murmured, your attention ostensibly back on your phone, but your senses were hyper-aware of the man sitting across from you.

Your fingers paused over the screen, the list of job postings blurred by a growing resolve. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you met Cillian’s gaze with an icy detachment.

“What do you even want?”

“I need to contribute to my brother's school fees. He deserves that chance.”

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the cafe's buzz dimmed under the weight of his scrutiny. “Which school is he at?”

“Some snooty international boarding school,” you replied, your protective instincts flaring. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t want him to know.

“A prestigious place. Must be expensive.”

“Very.”

“A good education is vital yet costly. Surely, for people of your financial status, there are scholarships, grants…”

“None that cover everything,” you interjected, your tone laced with the fatigue of countless hours spent searching for financial aid.

“Then work harder,” Cillian suggested, his words wrapped in a honeyed tone that did little to sweeten their bite. “Or not. You could always reconsider my proposal.”

“I already said no to the job.”

“Not that one.”

You recoiled, as if the words were a physical blow. “Stop joking about that,” you stated, your voice quiet but fierce. “It makes me uncomfortable.”

An unreadable expression crossed Cillian's face before he masked it with a charming smile. “As you wish. But the world isn’t kind to dreamers who walk alone.”

Your heartbeat quickened, not from flattery but from the veiled warning in his tone.

“Excuse me,” you murmured, your voice barely more than a whisper as you clammbered out of your seat, sidestepped away from Cillian. Your fingers trailed the cool, marbled countertop of the cafe as you headed towards the sanctuary of the restroom. Inside, the air was perfumed with lavender and vanilla, an artificial calm that did little to soothe your troubled thoughts.

Standing at the sink, you turned the cold tap and splashed water onto your face, watching as droplets clung stubbornly to your glasses before tumbling down. You looked up, meeting your own gaze in the mirror. The girl reflected back at you had eyes wide with determination, yet shadowed by doubt. With a trembling hand, you pushed the glasses up the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath, trying to wash away the worry etched into your forehead.

“Can you believe we happened to come here at the same time as them?”

“As who?”

“That’s  Y/N L/N,” a hushed voice pierced through the quiet, followed by the sound of stifled giggles.

You stilled, your heart skipping a beat. You recognized the voices of fellow students, their words weaving through the space between the stalls and sink, ensnaring your attention.

“The one who's always with Cillian?” another whispered, a note of envy threading through her tone.

“Exactly! I thought they were just friends, but seeing them here together, they must be dating. She’s so lucky; he looks like he walked out of a fashion magazine… Vogue, who?”

Your hands paused, water dripping from your fingertips. Their words wrapped around you like a velvet robe, heavy with implications you’d never dared to consider. To them, you were no longer invisible, no longer just a friend clinging to the edges of Cillian’s spotlight. You were the object of speculation, the center of a narrative spun from half-truths and assumptions.

Your reflection in the mirror now seemed different, caught in the crossfire of jealousy and admiration. It was unsettling, this new role you hadn’t auditioned for. And yet, part of you reveled in the novelty, the taste of a life where you weren’t just surviving but thriving in the eyes of others.

“Seriously, what does he see in her, though?” the first voice added with a scoff, the sound sharp enough to cut through your fleeting fantasy. “She’s not even that pretty, and she doesn’t even dress well.”

“Who knows? Maybe she's not as plain as she looks. Or maybe it's her brain. Isn't she a biomed major?”

“Whatever it is, I wish I had it.”

You exhaled slowly, the air leaving your lungs like the deflating of a balloon. With one last glance at your uncertain reflection, you adjusted your clothes and stepped out of the restroom. Your eyes scanned the café until they settled on Cillian. He sat at a corner table, his princely features bathed in the soft glow of your laptop screen.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” you said tentatively, approaching him.

“For you, I’ve got all the time in the world,” Cillian replied without looking up, his fingers dancing across the keyboard.

You leaned over his shoulder, watching as paragraphs morphed under his command. You noted how he supplemented your notes with additional information, his edits weaving through the essay like intricate lacework. A warmth spread through your chest at his helpfulness.

“Your argument here is strong, but you’ve missed some spelling errors, and the grammar is wonky in some bits,” Cillian pointed out, highlighting the words with a click. “You need to pay more attention to detail.”

The feelings of admiration died.

“Thanks for catching those,” you murmured, trying to match his attentiveness with an appreciative smile. Yet, as Cillian continued to point out every tiny mistake, you felt the weight of his scrutiny. It was as if he were peeling away layers, exposing the flaws you had worked so hard to hide beneath vibrant colors and earnest smiles.

“Here, another one,” he said sharply, almost triumphantly, correcting a misspelled term with a swift stroke.

“Right. I’ll remember that.”

For a moment, you stood motionless, observing Cillian's meticulous grooming mirrored in his meticulous editing.

“Your words are comprehensive,” he commented, finally meeting your gaze. “But sometimes, it feels like you're not quite sure of yourself. You could be more assertive.”

“Maybe,” you conceded, tugging at the hem of your blouse. “I don’t know how to write well. I just want it to be perfect, you know?”

“Just rest up and let me worry about perfection,” Cillian said, his tone leaving no room for debate.

You closed your eyes for a moment, the screen’s glow imprinting on your eyelids. The day replayed itself behind your closed eyes: all of it now seemed trivial compared to Cillian's insistent editing, his fingers deftly correcting your words as if they were errant children straying from the path.

Opening your eyes, you glanced at the computer screen. His changes were precise, the document almost gleaming with perfection under the cursor's blinking supervision. But it was your essay, your thoughts—your voice, now polished by someone else's hand. You felt a pang of something akin to betrayal, though no promise had been broken.

"Is it better now?”

“Better,” you replied, your voice lacking conviction. You noticed then how the light caught on the angles of his face, a visage crafted to be admired, to be envied. It struck you—how many others had been captivated by that same light, only to find themselves lost in the dark?

“Thanks,” you added, a necessary courtesy.

“Anything for you.”

You turned back to the screen, retreating to your essay to calm yourself. But even there, doubt crept in, whispering that perhaps you were losing yourself in the pursuit of an image—a place beside Cillian, envied by strangers and shrouded in false admiration.

[agentnatesewell]

@gaiuskamilah beloved tagged me for the following: what songs are your otps listening to this Valentines Day, and why (can be any song for any reason, does not have to be romantic - just what they’re listening to and why)

This is what my detectives/mcs and their lis are doing for Valentines Day this year and a song for the evening! Post book three and assuming deeper relationship

If you’d like to do this, please do and please tag me!

Nate x Suri (Nuri)

A date in the city. Dinner at an incredibly exclusive, ten tables total, reservation only restaurant (had to book one year out) with dim lighting and a hired string quartet. A walk through the park, hand in hand. A night at a very fancy hotel where she gifts him herself in very pretty lingerie that she asks him to take off slowly. Then the do-not-disturb sign on the door and all messages and phone calls are muted. Breakfast is late the next morning, and she’d already arranged a late check out

Adam x Layla

In a true testament to Adam trying to be more … open minded to current tastes and appreciate what she loves, he agrees to go to dinner and a show at the Medieval Times restaurant. But she doesn’t make him go, because she doesn’t think it’d be fair to subject him to a cornish game hen and a glass of soda. The song of the knights and people cheering on a dragon. He insists, it’s alright.

Instead, she offers him his car keys and a list of driving directions. They drive out to the park on the outskirts of town, and she invites him for a twilight run - the path is well lit and she has a vampire and her pepper spray to protect her. It’s a lot of fun. She’s learning to enjoy jogging and train, especially with him.

They watch A Knights Tale when they return home.

Felix x Penny

They have a roller skating party! Sparkly coordinating outfits, knee pads, and even some neon. They hold hands during a couples skate and she watches Felix speed skate around the rink, he’s so fast he’s a blur! Penny attempts a twirl and luckily, he is there to catch her.

The playlist for the night has them dancing and skating until close, and there might even be a group sing along with everyone else at the rink.

Dinah x Mason

Their Valentines Day is actually pretty quiet, pretty low key. Dinah does meet Nate earlier in the day for a raspberry mocha latte, a special at Haley’s (he drinks earl grey and they share a plate of heart shaped linzer cookies)

With Mason, she predicted they would stay on the roof, as they usually do. But he’d heard enough from the others (Nate and Felix), and figures he should do something special-ish. Thing is, Dinah doesn’t really want to do anything special, and sitting on the ledge of the roof and watching the lights of Wayhaven while she rolls her eyes at him, well that’s pretty nice.

Eventually, they’ll bump into each other, they kiss and then it all fades to black in the serene quiet of the February night.

[educationalporpoises]

Tag game: Get to know me

Thank you for the tag @grumpy-liebgott

Name:

Zee or Z :)

Pronouns:

she/her

Star sign:

no. (virgo)

# of siblings and fun facts about them (if you have any):

I have a twin brother. Fun fact he is a sound engineer and will go up to the sound board at concerts and criticize their mix.

# of pets & their names:

I have two dogs: Ghibli and Chewbacca. They are both labradoodles and very stupid.

Fandoms:

Right now it's a lot of Band of Brothers, but I'm still involved in Star Wars and Bandom. I read for a lot of fandoms but I don't tend to create or make friends in very many.

Favourite colour:

Green-- I love this very dark forest-olive shade of green. I own about four shirts in the same tone and I'm getting to a point where I have too many.

Favourite song:

I can't choose a favorite song. Currently I've been listening to "This Is the Day" by The The. Indescribable vibes.

Favorite author (of anything readable - books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!):

For fic I really love (all on AO3) fluorescentgrey Muccamukk churchkey and independent_variables among many, many others. I love @/anticmiscellaney 's zines-- his comic art is unique and a beautiful addition to the genre. Right now I'm reading a lot of war biographies or histories. For fiction Catch-22 was my favorite read of the year, along with delving into the Discworld universe.

Favourite fic type:

I'm a total sucker for historical AUs, fix-it, and kidfic/found family. I also love songfic-- it was really popular when I was first reading fic and getting into fandom but I see less and less of it now.

Favourite holiday:

Passover. It has the best food.

Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, anything!)?:

Ahahaha no I am destined to be alone forever.

Hobbies:

I draw and read and write and also now I work on bicycles. I love working on my bikes. I'm replacing my wheels next week. Isn't that exciting. Also enjoy hiking and being outdoors and cooking for my friends and family. Earlier this week I made a batch of raspberry-white chocolate blondies that unintentionally turned out pink.

Fun facts about you:

I'm not fun enough for fun facts. Uhhhh my mom and I go mushroom hunting (not the psychedelic kind, mostly for chanterelles and lobsters). We tried to teach our dogs to hunt truffles but they didn't have the attention span. Oh! I do West Coast Swing. It's like classic 1940s swing dance but modern and (imo) prettier.

Tagging: @blood-mocha-latte @veeforvindicta @charliemack @lewis-winters

@georgieluz @star-trek-supernatural (sorry if anyone's been tagged! I'm bad at keeping up with this stuff)

[charliesons]

Leviathan Bday Collab 2023! Coffee Shop prompt.

genre: fluff pairing: leviathan and gender neutral mc ---------------------- Every shift worked with Leviathan was an interesting one, he was genuinely pretty funny and it was easy to make small talk with him in order to pass the time, but something that MC would never be able to get used to was the comments that he makes when he takes people's orders. If something wasn't interesting or on theme with the coffee shop, he would make a slightly 'rude' remark that would send the customer into some sort of emotional frenzy. MC could never understand how his opinion on a drink could do that to someone, but they also wouldn't complain about it when it happened. A free show is a free show, afterall.  "Levi, this is like the 5th time you've referred to someone's order as "super normie," what does that even mean?" MC commented, laughing as quietly as they could, not wanting to disturb their customers "and they've all looked really offended every time!" It was amusing to see how worked up people could get over a cup of coffee. Afterall, it was just a drink that could, if you're lucky, give you a boost of energy to go about your day. Surely there was no genuine reason to take offense to some silly word. Leviathan grinned, "Their orders are just so basic and extremely boring! They need to spice them up a bit, everyone gets pretty much the same thing everytime, it's so lame," he shook his head. "If you ordered what they do I'd say the same thing to you, too. So bland. You'd think that people would order something more creative since this is obviously a themed coffee shop!" It was obvious that he had very strong feelings regarding the subject. MC shook their head, a smile on their face as they watched the boy before them, "And what exactly is a normie order? I've got to avoid your judgemental gaze. Can't have people thinking I'm bland and boring." The situation was actually really funny to them, but Leviathan seemed slightly serious and took a moment to consider what his answer would be, there was no telling what was going on in that head of his. Hearing his complaints regarding what people ordered was not something they had expected to encounter while working with him, but another conversation with Leviathan would always be a win in their book.     "Well, obviously something bland or having nothing to do with the coffee shop's theme," he paused, he appeared to be rethinking his answer, "I guess everyone is entitled to their own preferences, but this is a themed coffee shop and it is so boring when people come in and order the same plain drinks over and over again without changing them up at all, surely they can just add some type of twist to what they order. Even some fruit or pieces of candy would be so much better. I'm so tired of hearing people ask for lemondes or white mocha lattes. Why not get something cool or create your own combos?" he sighed, he had a hand placed on his hip and the other raised in the air as if he was shrugging. MC nodded along, grinning at him. "I guess that's reasonable, it's not very fun making the same raspberry lemonade every day, and I do enjoy making the more complicated drinks when I get the chance, but, we can't really complain about what the customers order, after all they are paying for their orders, if we complain too much they might just stop showing up completely, and that would just suck." They took a moment to think over everything Levi had said before speaking again, "Maybe start recommending people drinks? I'm sure they'd be more inclined to order something different if you put in the effort to let them know that there were some pretty good combinations that they could be ordering instead." There was a beat of silence as Leviathan thought, and, after careful consideration, he nodded. "Yeah, I guess that could work, but if they decide to still order something boring I'm going to start complaining," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, "man, who knew working in a coffee shop would be so stressful? This job sucks, I just want to go back home and play my games, anything would be better than this place." The look on his face told MC that he only really half meant what he was saying. He did really like the job he had, he found it a bit fun, really. Nothing could beat the embarrassed expression of someone who had just gotten called boring. "Oh, come on Levi, this job isn't that bad, don't you like working with me?" They were grinning, the smile on Leviathan's face was the brightest thing in the room, sweeter than any order anyone could ever come up with.

[thelasttime]

ok here we go

banana, blueberry, blueberry cheesecake, brown rice tea latte, brown sugar milk tea, cereal milk, chocolate banana, chocolate brownie, chocolate caramel, chocolate coconut, chocolate mint, chocolate nut, chocolate orange, chocolate peanut butter, chocolate smooth, cinnamon danish, coconut, coffee caramel, cookies and cream, dark chocolate, dark chocolate & salted caramel, golden syrup, hokkaido milk, iced latte, jelly belly buttered popcorn, jelly belly toasted marshmallow, mango, milk tea, maple syrup, matcha latte, mixed fruit juice, mocha, strawberry, vanilla, peach tea, raspberry, rocky road, salted caramel, speculoos, blueberry & raspberry, strawberry cream, tiramisu, unflavoured, vanilla & raspberry, white chocolate, yogurt

help 😭

i have heard that most flavors of protein powder don’t really cover up that protein flavor unless you get a strong flavor like chocolate to cover it up. and i generally think that artificial items flavored as milk tea doesn’t taste really good so even if it sounds good, it usually doesn’t taste that good

so i would get dark chocolate, dark chocolate & caramel, and speculoos (for fun)

you can also probably google and see the reviews of what other people said about the flavors!

[felidthing]

i go to starbucks the majority of the time (sorry) but my usuals are:

vanilla sweet cream coldbrew. this was my regular for like a year and a half i would get it pretty much once a week

my default iced latte flavors are hazelnut and caramel

mocha with raspberry syrup!!! i dont think ive tried it iced. i dont get it often because no one ever has raspberry syrup :(

i used to get iced caramel macchiatos all the time when i was like 15 but iced caramel latte tasted pretty much the same and was cheaper

currently ive been getting iced americanos with vanilla syrup but im still trying to figure out how many pumps to order. the usual 6 that goes in an iced venti is NOTHING i cannot taste it at all i probably need like 10-12 but i feel weird saying that out loud. ordering on the app is so great for experimenting because i dont have to stumble over my words asking questions

in the spring a couple years ago i was exclusively ordering iced peach green tea lemonade. it is so fuckign good and so is the mango dragonfruit refresher (with or without lemonade)

also i love the pumpkin spice latte, the smores frappuccino was a favorite for a LONG time before they stopped making it, the spiced apple thing i cant remember the name of is really good hot but awful iced, pumpkin cream coldbrew is good, pistachio latte is awesome, im definitely forgetting other seasonal ones but yeah

[menuandprice]

The Cheesecake Factory Drinks Menu With Prices [Updated February 2023]

The Cheesecake Factory Drinks menu with prices may slightly vary according to your nearest location. We have shared the menu of The Cheesecake Factory Drinks menu from the location Florida, U.S. The menu is updated from 1st February, 2023. For the accurate price, you might have to look at the menu of any nearest outlet of The Cheesecake Factory from their official website, or android app, or iOS app, or any other delivery platforms. The Cheesecake Factory’s Drinks menu with prices offers many beverages like strawberry lemonade, cucumber lemonade, raspberry lemonade, etc. Their hot drinks include cafe latte, cafe mocha, factory hot chocolate, etc. Most of these drinks cost less than $25. The drinks menu of The Cheesecake Factory has alcoholic drinks as well. It includes georgia peach, blood orange aperol spritz, mai tai, chardonnay, house merlot, and many more. Pair up your ‘Factory favorites’ from the menu with any of these drinks and enjoy a memorable meal at The Cheesecake Factory. Before you proceed with the list of menu, read out the history of The Cheesecake Factory. David M. Overton founded The Cheesecake Factory as a bakery store in Los Angeles, California, in 1972. By 1978, the brand established its first restaurant in Beverly Hills, California. This American restaurant chain is active at 308 locations at present. Check out the detailed menu below.

The Cheesecake Factory Drinks Menu With Prices

The list of ‘to-go beverages’ on the drinks menu includes soft drinks like coca-cola, diet coke, coca-cola zero sugar, sprite, dr. pepper, and barq’s root beer. These drinks, along with other non-alcoholic beverages are served all day at The Cheesecake Factory.  How about a fresh citrusy drink bubbling up with the flavors of strawberry, cucumber, or raspberry? If yes, then try The Cheesecake Factory’s special lemonade. There are three more flavors, including strawberry, cucumber, and raspberry.  Do you like a mild spiciness from ginger in your drinks or a drink with the freshness of mint? If yes, then tropical ginger cooler and Passion mint fizz are your types. The other drinks on the menu are pineapple cherry limeade, arnold palmer, guava blood orange sparkler, etc. You can also have fresh fruit juice like apple and orange juice, or hot drinks like café latte, café mocha, double espresso, cappuccino, etc. The best drink is caramel royale macchiato. It has double espresso with steamed milk and hot caramel with vanilla flavor in it. Another best coffee offered at The Cheesecake Factory is Cafe mocha. It has steamed milk with espresso and chocolate in it. This delicious drink is topped with a scoop of whipped cream. In addition, there are some of the chilled drinks with your favorite ‘factory food’. Creamy milkshakes, oreo milkshakes, and frozen iced mango are the good-to-go options on the chilled drinks menu. For breakfast hours, smoothies are the best choice. You can try The Cheesecake Factory’s three different and best flavors of smoothies. The strawberry fruit smoothie, tropical smoothie, and peach smoothie will leave you drooling. Tropical smoothie is a perfect blend of tropical flavors. It has mango, passion fruit, pineapple, and coconut blended together with ice. Peach smoothie has crushed peaches and juice mixed with raspberry and ice. Oreo fans can enjoy their food with an oreo milkshake topped with vanilla ice cream.  Some of the alcoholic drinks are available for pick-up orders. These drinks can be ordered online from The Cheesecake Factory’s official website. If you want to pick up your favorite go-to alcohol, click on the link provided below in this article.    Among boozy pours, you can try cocktails like pineapple moscow mule, red sangria, ultimate margarita, and wines like house merlot, house chardonnay, pinot grigio, etc. Read the tables below and check out the prices of all these drinks. To Go Beverages Menu With Prices Coca-Cola $ 2.95Diet Coke$ 2.95Coca-Cola Zero Sugar$ 2.95Barq’s Root Beer$ 2.95Sprite $ 2.95Dr. Pepper $ 2.95The Cheesecake Factory Special Lemonade$ 3.50Strawberry Lemonade$ 4.25Cucumber Lemonade$ 4.25Peach Lemonade$ 4.25To Go Arnold Palmer$ 3.75Passion Mint Fizz$ 4.50Pineapple Cherry Limeade$ 4.50Tropical Ginger Cooler$ 4.50Guava Blood Orange Sparkler$ 4.50Cold Brew Coffee$ 4.95Tropical Tea$ 3.25Black Tea$ 3.25Green Mint Tea$ 3.25Regular Brewed Coffee $ 3.25Decaf Brewed Coffee$ 3.25To Go Certified Organic Tea$ 3.25Fiji Natural Artesian Water$ 4.50San Pellegrino Water$ 4.50Fresh Orange Juice$ 6.50Apple Juice$ 5.50 Frozen Drinks Menu With Prices Creamy Chocolate Milkshake$ 9.50Creamy Vanilla Milkshake$ 9.50Creamy Strawberry Milkshake$ 9.50Oreo Milkshake$ 9.95Strawberry Fruit Smoothie$ 7.95Tropical Smoothie$ 7.95Peach Smoothie$ 7.95Frozen Iced Mango$ 7.95 Hot Drinks & Espresso Menu With Prices Cafe Latte$ 5.00Cafe Mocha$ 5.95Cappuccino$ 5.00Double Espresso$ 3.95Caramel Royale Macchiato$ 5.95Factory Hot Chocolate$ 5.50

How To Order Online From The Cheesecake Factory?

Want to enjoy your favorites from The Cheesecake Factory at home? Well! Now, you can have such a delightful experience. Wanna know how? Try ordering food from The Cheesecake Factory by referring to their android app, iOS app, or any other delivery platforms. To order food from The Cheesecake Factory online, you can also refer some of the leading food delivery service apps like Doordash, Grubhub, Seamless, Postmates, and UberEats. We have shared the detailed screenshots that shows how to order food online from The Cheesecake Factory. Finding The Latest The Cheesecake Factory Menu With Prices Of Your Nearest Location 1. Click on the official website of The Cheesecake Factory to place your favorite food online. 2. Add the location of any nearest outlet of The Cheesecake Factory. 3. Once you add the address, the entire menu will be displayed. 4. Select your favorite menu items and add them to the cart. 5. Click on the checkout and proceed to place the order online from The Cheesecake Factory. 6. While you proceed to checkout, it will direct you to add your personal details and the registered contact number.

The Cheesecake Factory Drinks Nutritional Information

Nutritional Informationthecheesecakefactory.com/Nutritional_Guide You’ll find the calorific value of all the drinks from the drinks menu by clicking on the link in the table above.

The Cheesecake Factory Franchising Details

The Cheesecake Factory is a famous distributor of cheesecakes and an American restaurant chain. If you wish to have a franchise of this brand, read the table below. You’ll get the details about the initial investment here along with the advertising fee. For further inquiries, contact the team of The Cheesecake Factory. Initial Investment$ 150,000 – $ 700,000Royalty 9% Of Gross SalesAdvertising Fee 2%

The Cheesecake Factory Contact Information

The Cheesecake Factory Corporate Office Address: 26901 Malibu Hills Rd, Calabasas, CA 91301, United States. The Cheesecake Factory Corporate Phone Number: +1 818-871-3000 You can also contact the team of The Cheesecake Factory by using the contact form on their website.

Important links 

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Social Media Handles

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Frequently Asked Questions Related To The Cheesecake Factory

Are Cheesecake Factory cocktails good? Yes, most of the cocktails offered at The Cheesecake Factory are delectable and a must-try. Go grab your favorite and quench your thirst with the best Cheesecake Factory cocktails. What is the best drink at The Cheesecake Factory? The Georgia Peach is the best and popular drink offered at The Cheesecake Factory. How much is a mai tai at The Cheesecake Factory? Mai tai at Cheesecake Factory costs you $12.50. It is expensive because its mostly alcoholic. Does The Cheesecake Factory have Shirley Temples? Yes, The Cheesecake Factory offers Shirley Temples. Once you try this drink, I am sure there is no going back. You will find this drink on the kid’s menu of The Cheesecake Factory. Image CreditsEaterypulse Businessobserverfl Khon2 Read the full article

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Summary: For as long as you’ve worked as a barista, there’s never been a customer who caught your eye or made you want to cross over to the other side of the counter. That is, until you met Aaron.

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Brief description of injury, I think that’s it! Maybe a curse or two but I can’t find any

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“Hi there! What can I get for you?” You scan the man in front of you. Black coffee.

“Black coffee, medium.” He hands you a five dollar bill, and you give him his change.

“Great! That will be ready on the other side of the counter. Next!”

A young woman comes up to the register next. Iced latte. “Hi, can I get a French vanilla? And can you make it cold?”

“Absolutely.” You give her the total and wait for her to pay. “And that will be at the other side of the counter for you in a minute. Next!”

Another man walks up to the register. You give him the same internal predication as every other stoic-faced middle aged man in a suit. Black coffee. With this guy, however, you can’t help but notice how handsome he is. He’s all broad shoulders and hard lines, but there’s a softness to him in the crows feet by his eyes and the way he shifts on both feet while he decides what to order.

“Hello. Could I get a, uh…” he squints at the menu over your head. “Could I get a white mocha latte, iced? With raspberry and whipped cream, please.”

The order throws you off for a moment- you usually guess correctly- but professionalism and years of customer service experience take over. “Sure thing! That’s going to be $5.25.”

“Great, thank you.” He taps his credit card, then hesitates. “Can you put that in a coffee cup?”

You’re running on four hours of sleep, three cups of coffee, and total autopilot. That’s probably the reason that your response is a cheery, “All of our drinks come in cups, sir.”

He blinks at you like he’s trying to figure out if that wasn’t a well-known fact, and you notice the brown of his eyes until he looks away. “Yes, well, er... I meant, can you put it in the same kind of cup you serve hot coffee in?”

“Oh!” You close your eyes for a moment, embarrassed. “Yes, of course. I’m sorry. We can do that, but I won’t be able to put a straw in the lid.”

“That’s alright.” He smiles at you, and somehow it makes him more attractive. “Sorry for confusing you. I don’t need a straw, so that will be fine.”

“Not confusing at all. Yeah, let me just, here,” you fumble the marker and start to write his order on the cup, but he stops you.

“Sorry, can you not write it? Can you just put my name or something instead?” He requests. “It’s just, er, one of my employees came into work with that drink and it sounded good, but I know they’ll all make fun of me if they find out I ordered one.”

You bite back a laugh at that, writing the order on a sticky note instead. “Sure thing. And the name for the cup was…?”

“Aaron. Thank you.”

“No problem, Aaron.” The two of you stand there for a minute longer, just smiling at each other; you with your trademark customer service grin, and him like he’s waiting for you to speak. Finally, it clicks. “Oh! That’s going to be ready down at the end.”

You point down the counter, and he steps back. “Thank you,” he repeats before walking to the other side of the counter.

You have to help the next customer, and you completely miss him getting his drink and leaving. Truth be told, you’re a little disappointed that you don’t get to talk to him again, but work is too busy for you to think about it for long.

—————

He comes in at the same time the next morning. “Can I get a latte, please? With vanilla, and oat milk if you’ve got it.” He’s speaking before you can even greet him.

“We’ve got it,” you assure him. You write ‘Aaron’ on the cup before he can request it, and ring in his total. “It’ll be $6.20.”

“Thank you.” He heads down to the other side of the counter without another word.

It’s another busy morning, and again you don’t get to talk to him before he leaves. It’s a shame, because he seems like a nice guy and his voice is almost swoon-worthy. But two days in a row is a good sign, and you’re sure he’ll be back again tomorrow.

—————

The next morning’s order is a large black coffee. It’s ordered in a hurry while Aaron talks on his phone, his voice too low and rushed for you to make any of it out. The only thing you can tell without a doubt is that he sounds stressed.

Your coworker is on break, so you grab his coffee yourself. You’re pouring the dark roast when he hangs up and looks at you. “I’m sorry,” he says, gesturing with the phone. “That was rude of me.”

You smile at him; it’s genuine, not your typical customer service cheery grin, but a real one. “Nothing to apologize for. I’m just the help,” you joke.

Aaron shakes his head. “That’s not true.” He looks like he’s about to say something else before his phone chimes and he looks at it, suddenly looking a lot older than he is as stress shadows his expression. “Can I add a couple shots of espresso to that?”

You glance at the sign that says ‘add espresso for just $0.90!’ and he tracks your gaze. “Nev-“

“No problem.” You cut him off, already getting the shots ready to pour.

“You don’t have to do that.” His eyebrows furrow with concern. “You might get in trouble.”

“It’s no problem,” you promise, but his expression doesn’t change. “I mean it, Aaron. It’s okay.”

You’ve caught him off guard, like he doesn’t think you remember his name. “Thank you. Really, thank you.” He pulls his wallet out and opens it, looking over at the register. “I’ve never seen a tip jar here, where is it?”

“Oh! We don’t actually accept tips.” You slide his coffee across the counter. He picks it up and takes a sip before setting it down and leaning against the counter, making himself comfortable there.

The sunlight streaming through the window and his proximity combine to give you a better view of him than you’ve been able to get thus far. You can see every line on his face, especially the frown lines that deepen further when he takes in your words.

“What? Here, take this.” He pulls out a bill and you shake your head. “Come on, just take it.”

“We can’t. That would actually get me in trouble,” you say apologetically, and he tucks the bill away with a scowl.

“That’s ridiculous. Places like this barely pay enough as it is, not being able to take tips is…”

“Criminal?” You joke.

Aaron pauses for a moment, like he’s considering what to say. He settles on, “Exactly. It’s criminal. You’re doing hard work, and you should be compensated fairly.” You’re set to respond, but his phone chimes again and he picks up his coffee without looking at it. “I should get going.”

“Have a nice day,” you say, giving him another one of those smiles that you’ve never shown a customer.

He raises the coffee as he walks towards the door. “Take care of yourself.”

—————

He doesn’t come in for the next four days, and you’re starting to wonder if it’s because of something you did or said. You work in the evening on the fifth day, and you’ve already resigned yourself to not seeing him.

That’s probably why it’s such a surprise when he comes in just before closing time, looking exhausted. “Just espresso, please. As much as you can fit in a cup.”

You give him his total with a raised eyebrow. “Long day?” You guess. His suit is wrinkled and his hair is tufted like he’s been pulling on it. “Have you slept since the last time you were here?”

He laughs, but there’s no humour behind it. “You’ve got no idea.” Handing you a bill instead of using his card like he normally does, he continues to speak. “You’ve noticed that I’m not here?”

You’ve been caught, and stammer out a response as you get his change. “Well, it’s… you know, polite people are memorable and you’re always nice to me, and, uh,” don’t call him hot, do not tell him that you think he’s hot, “uh, yeah,” you finish lamely. The change in your hand clinks as you thrust it forward, but he just shakes his head.

“No room in my wallet for coins,” he says it like an apology, but there’s a playful look in his eyes. “You’ll have to keep it.”

“Aaron, I told you-”

“I know, but come on. You’re closing soon, is your manager watching?” He challenges. There’s a triumphant smile on his face, but you just nod your head and point up to the security camera. “Shoot. I’ll figure something else out, then.”

“You’re very stubborn,” you tell him as you hand back his change, then move over to the machine and start making his drink. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

“If I had a dollar for every time I heard it, I could hire you as the justice department’s personal barista,” he deadpans. His wallet goes back into his pocket, and he shifts over to the other side of the counter to watch you, leaning against it comfortably.

You giggle at his words, queuing the shots and leaving the cup under the spout as they pour. With one eye on it, you move to the counter area to hear him better. “So, where have you been?”

“Away for work.” His answer is brusque and you straighten up a little, assuming that he’s uncomfortable with you pushing to learn more about him. You can’t think of a response, but luckily he keeps talking after a pause. “Just a sort of business trip. We went to Texas.”

“You work for the justice department, you said?”

Aaron nods at you, then stifles a yawn before he speaks again. “Why else do you think I was so adamant about tipping? I’m a big fan of justice.”

You snort at that and grab his cup of espresso, adding a bit of vanilla before popping the lid onto it even though he didn’t ask for any. “You’re ridiculous. This for burning the midnight oil?”

“Crime never sleeps, so why should I?” His fingers brush yours when he grabs the cup, and he takes a small sip. He lets out a little ‘ahh’ of relief, then shoots you a close-mouthed smile. “I’ve got to get back to the office. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here,” you assure him, watching with a smile as he walks out of the building.

—————

The next day Aaron doesn’t come in until the early afternoon, but when he does he has a kid with him. “Hi,” he greets you, setting the boy down. “Just an Americano, please. Jack, what do you want?”

Jack frowns in concentration, then grabs Aaron’s hand and tugs on two of the fingers. “Milkshake.”

“I don’t know if they-“ Aaron raises his head to look at you. “Do you make-“

“I can make it work,” you assure him. “What kind of milkshake do you want, Jack? Our chocolate is really yummy.”

He nods at that, then hides his face in Aaron’s leg.

“Alrighty, a chocolate milkshake for the handsome guy there,” you say, mostly to Jack. Kids are always the best patrons, especially when they’re polite like he is. He giggles at that, grips Aaron’s pants in one fist while Aaron speaks.

“Should I be offended?” He asks, grabbing his receipt when you hold it out. He moves down to the other side of the counter as you get started on the drinks, standing close so you can hear him better.

“Offended about what?” You raise an eyebrow at him, a smirk playing at your lips.

“I mean, you called my son handsome, and you’ve known him for five minutes. I’ve been coming here for well over a week and haven’t been called anything, and he’s 50% me, anyways.”

You’re attuned enough to understand Aaron’s dry humour, so you just shoot back, “There’s an age factor. With him, I’m not risking getting written up for flirting on the clock.” You set the drinks on the counter, but Aaron makes no move to grab them.

“Flirting?” Aaron leans against the counter, one of his hands smoothing Jack’s hair like he’s making sure that his son is still there. “Well, if you’re going to get in trouble for doing it on the clock-“

“Excuse me!” One of your regular customers is standing by the register. “Hello? Are you trying to lose business here?”

“Sorry about that!” You give Aaron an apologetic smile, then hurry over to the register to take the order.

Halfway through writing the drink order on the cup, you hear, “Daddy, look! A bird!”

It’s followed by “No, Jack, don’t go outside!” But the door is already open, and the little guy is scurrying down the sidewalk towards a pigeon. Aaron curses, gives you a nod as he passes, and bolts out the door after his son.

You don’t have time to think about it, because you’re still focused on your customer. Later, while wiping off the counters, you wonder what Aaron had been about to say. You have to wait to find out, unfortunately, because you don’t see him for another six days.

—————

When he finally returns, he’s got one arm in a sling and a black eye, mottled purple painting the skin around it. He walks up to the register, ignoring your gaping. “Just an oat milk latte. Decaf, if you’ve got it; doctor’s orders.”

“Oh my god, what happened?” You don’t bother reaching for the cup. “Aaron, your eye! And your arm!”

“Oh. Right.” He winces like he’s forgotten about the injury, pulling out his credit card. “Just another work trip.”

“What kind of work trip- what, did you get shot or something?” You demand, ringing up the drink. He taps his card and moves down the counter in total silence, and there’s your answer. “Aaron! You got shot!?”

“It sounds worse than it was,” he promises, “and I was wearing a vest. It’s just a little bruise on my shoulder.”

You narrow your eyes, not believing him at all. “I can’t even…. I mean, you could have been killed. You’re going to take it easy until you’re healed, hear me?”

A smile plays at Aaron’s lips, and he leans over the counter the way he always does. “You sound like my doctor.”

“Yeah, because you’re hurt!” You set his drink on the counter. “I can’t believe you got… god, Aaron, what were you thinking?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll take it easy, no need to yell,” he says with a grin, picking up the cup. “My doctor would love you; he’s not allowed to raise his voice at me.”

“Well, tell him I’m available to do that anytime,” you shoot back. He’s about to respond when a woman storms up, bumping him off of the counter and out of her way.

“What the hell is this?” She demands, slamming her cup down. “I ordered an iced decaf soy sugar free vanilla latte with four pumps of vanilla, and this doesn’t have any vanilla in it!”

You made the drink five minutes ago and distinctly remember putting vanilla in it. It’s not worth the fight, though. “Sorry, ma’am, let me remake that for you.”

She scoffs aloud. “Well, I should think so!” You give her a placating smile and move to remake her drink while she continues to speak. “I mean, god, the machine does the job for you! Are you useless? No wonder you can’t get a better job! You’re probably some washed-up dropout who couldn’t make it in the real world, and a-“

“That’s enough.” Aaron cuts her off efficiently, his voice firm in a way you’ve never heard it before. “She’s remaking your drink. There’s no need to scream at her.”

“How else is she going to learn? Do you have any idea how much I spend here?” She snaps at him, but he responds before you can even think of diffusing the situation.

“No, and I don’t care,” he deadpans. “But that doesn’t mean you’ve got the right to yell in her face.” You set the drink down awkwardly, not quite knowing what to say, and Aaron notices. “There, it’s fixed. Now leave her alone.”

The woman picks up her new drink with a scowl, takes a sip before storming out of the building. You let out a little laugh of disbelief, wiping off the counter as you speak. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that, we’re supposed to shut up and take it.”

“If I can’t tip, I’ll do the next best thing,” he shrugs his good shoulder. “You didn’t deserve that. If you’re not allowed to stand up for yourself, I’m happy to do it for you.”

You don’t speak for a long moment, just wiping down the counters in silence. Finally, you say, “Well, now I just feel bad for yelling about your arm.”

Aaron laughs out loud at that, the sound ringing out around you and surrounding you like a warm blanket. “Don’t. It’ll heal faster if I take it easy, you’re right.” His phone chimes in his pocket, and he frowns when he sees the screen. “I’ve got to go. Listen, are you working tomorrow?”

“Uh…” you’re not, but you don’t want to tell him that. “Morning, or afternoon?”

He thinks about it for a moment. “Afternoon, I guess. I have early meetings, and then I get to pick Jack up from school.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m working,” you lie. “Yeah, I’ll be around all afternoon.”

“Great. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” He raises the cup in a little salute as he walks towards the door. “Take care.”

“You, too!” You call out, but the door is already shut. After making sure there aren’t any customers in line, you beeline to your coworker. “Please let me work tomorrow, please? Can I take your shift?”

She smirks at that, and a part of you already regrets asking. “Is this so you can flirt with the DILF?”

“Hey! Don’t call him that!” There’s no denying that the rest of her statement rings true, so you don’t bother trying. “Please, can I take it?”

“Fine. You owe me, though!” She calls out as you cheer and rush back to the register to help someone else.

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The next day you take your time getting ready for work, double checking your hair and the fit of your uniform before driving to the coffee shop. Aaron has never asked about your schedule; maybe he wants to be sure he’ll see you? The thought makes your heart beat with anticipation. You’ve definitely got a soft spot for him, and it’s developed into a full-blown crush throughout the last couple of days.

You can’t stop thinking about Aaron once you get to work; his manners, the way he stood up for you, the laugh you’ve only heard once or twice, the gentleness he treats his son with. The thoughts all swirl in your head, occupying your brain for most of your shift and reminding you of exactly why you’re so intrigued by him. You want to get to know him better, but it’s hard to do when your relationship is solely over the counter.

Aaron and Jack come in just after six o’clock, and you’re already starting to prepare ingredients for the blended coffee drink that you managed to modify into a chocolate milkshake the last time Jack came with his dad.

“Sorry for being so late,” Aaron apologizes, and it catches you off-guard.

You’re about to tell him that the shop doesn’t close until nine anyways when it occurs to you that he’s apologizing directly to you, as if he knows that you’ve been eagerly awaiting their arrival. As if he wanted to see you, too. “It’s okay. You can come by any time, really.”

He looks better today, the bruise around his eye already turning green around the edges. “I meant to come right after leaving the school, but somebody wanted McDonald’s first and wouldn’t let dad stop to get a coffee. Isn’t that right, bud?” He ruffles his son's hair with the arm that isn’t wrapped up in a sling.

Jack grins up at his dad, tugging on his suit jacket. “Uh huh. Can I get a milkshake, daddy?”

Much like last time, Aaron gives you a look as though verifying that you can make one, and you nod to the blender. “Locked and loaded for you, little man,” you say to Jack, who squeals with characteristically childlike excitement. “What are you getting, Aaron?”

“I’d like to get…. er…” he starts confidently, but falters after a moment. “Uh, a drink.”

You giggle at that. “I kind of assumed. What kind of drink?” You ask. “It’s going to be decaf, though. Doctor’s orders.”

He gives you a wry smile. “Yeah, I know. I’ll just get a matcha latte with oat milk, please.” He looks a little defeated now, you notice, like he isn’t asking for what he really wants.

It’s not your job to ask people if they’re sure about their orders, though, so you just ring up the drinks and let him pay. He picks Jack up with his good arm when the boy tugs at him again, the other hand rubbing soothing circles on his son’s back as he walks over to the counter he’s become intimately familiar with.

He doesn’t speak for a minute, just watches as you get the drinks prepared. When you set down Jack’s milkshake, Aaron hands it to him and then holds him against his side with one arm.

The silence is uncharacteristic, and it’s killing you. “So, what were you going to ask me?”

Aaron blinks as though he’s been lost in thought. “Hm?”

“The last time the two of you were here, you started to ask me something. What was it?” You ask, putting a lid on Aaron’s drink.

He takes it with his free hand, looking pensively at the lid. “You don’t take tips.”

“I don’t take tips,” you agree with a grin, “No matter how many times you shove cash into my hands.”

“What if-“ Aaron cuts himself off, looking down at Jack. “Buddy, hop down.”

Jack jumps off Aaron’s arm and lands on his feet, one hand finding its place on his father’s sleeve. “Just do it, daddy,” he sighs, and you laugh at that despite having no clue what’s going on.

Aaron shushes him, then looks back up at you. “What if instead of tipping, I buy you dinner?”

Whoa. That’s not what you were expecting at all, but you can’t deny the butterflies in your stomach making you feel like a high schooler whose crush noticed her. “Like, uh, as in…?” It’s your turn to stumble over your words, not wanting to read into it. “I mean, do you, like, bringing me food? Here?”

Something about your nervousness seems to propel Aaron’s confidence somehow, and he straightens up a little bit. “No. As in, a date. If you aren’t interested, I completely understand,” he hurries to tack on. “If I’ve been making you uncomfortable at all, just say the word, and-“

“Aaron, shut up.” The bluntness of your words hits you both at the same time, but you don’t let the heavy silence sit for long. “I’d like that. A date. Um, I’d like to go out with you.”

“Oh. Oh! Okay, er, can I get your number, then? You know, to set it up and figure out when you’re free, and my work schedule can be pretty hectic, so…” he trails off.

“Right, yeah. Here, let me just write it down.” You grab a marker and some paper, scrawling your number down before passing it over to him. “Here. Just, uh, you can text me anytime, I guess?”

“Great. Great, thanks.” Aaron stares down at the slip of paper like he can’t believe he’s got it, and then slips it into his pocket. “Thank you. I should get going, Jack’s…”

“Yeah. No, yeah, for sure,” you say, sticking your hands into your apron pockets before he can notice the tremor in them. “I’ll talk to you later, then? Or tomorrow, or, you know, whenever works. You’ve got my number.”

Aaron reaches up, touches his pocket as though to verify that the paper is still there even though he just put it away. “I do. So we’ll be in touch, then.”

“Yeah, we will.”

A long silence follows; it isn’t uncomfortable, but you’ve both been stammering and stuttering so much that the absence of noise is glaringly obvious until Jack says, “Daddy, we gotta go to the park. It’s gonna get dark!”

Aaron snaps to attention, takes his son’s hand. “Yeah, buddy, we can go to the park. Say bye.”

“Bye!” Jack waves at you, and Aaron raises the hand on his bad arm in a weak imitation of a wave.

“Take care,” he says softly, picking up his coffee cup as Jack starts to drag him away. “I’m looking forward to seeing you somewhere other than, well, you know.”

You grin at him. “Oh, I know. I’m looking forward to it, too.” The door shuts behind the two with a thunk. You get back to work, but all you can think about is how you can’t wait for Aaron to text you. You can’t wait to see him on the other side of the counter.

—————

Meanwhile Aaron and Jack start to walk down the street with their drinks, Jack clinging to Aaron’s sleeve since they can’t hold hands. Aaron wonders if the smile on his face looks as giddy as he feels, and if you’re still wearing a matching grin.

He still can’t believe how well that went. It’s been weeks of buying overpriced coffee just to see you, coming in at inopportune times just to hear your voice. It’s been days of long cases away, with the whole team teasing him as soon as they found out that he had a ‘crush’- as Garcia called it- on the cute barista.

It’s unfathomable, he thinks, the way your face had lit up with nerves and excitement when he’d finally managed to ask you out. He’s been failing to follow through on asking you out, too afraid of rejection; bringing Jack along had been the perfect motivation, especially when he saw how nice you were to his son.

It feels like he’s floating on clouds, like the sun is suddenly brighter and the birds are singing in tune, no matter how stupid that sounds. He’s done it, scored a date with you after weeks of thinking about it.

He pulls his phone and the paper out once they get to the park, sends you a simple “Hey. It’s Aaron. Does Friday night work?”

You’re still at work, he’s sure, but you respond in the affirmative almost instantly. The speed makes him even giddier, makes him feel like maybe you’re just as excited as he is for Friday night. God, he can’t wait to see you on the other side of the counter.

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wc: 867 summary: cas being nervous to order a pink latte for dean

“Welcome!” The worker smiled up at them before continuing to work on the drinks already ordered. “I’ll be right with you, agents!”

They have been in this town for about three days now and this has been Dean’s favorite spot for coffee. They even planned to spend most of their research day sitting in those comfortable-looking chairs and ordering lattes, with oat milk of course, but something made them stop.

That something being hearts. Red and pink paper hearts decorated every open space this small café had. They even had balloons tied down around some chairs and heart-shaped cookies by the register.

“Ah, shit.” He heard Dean mutter before he nervously looked around. “Hey, um, you get the drinks and I’ll get us a table. Deal? Good.”

Dean took Cas’s things from his arms before he hurriedly made his way to their usual table. Cas watched curiously as he scurried along, before calling after him.

“Wait, Dean! Your wallet!”

Dean carefully placed their things on the nicely decorated table, a single pink rose in a tiny vase sat at the edge next to the napkins, before chucking the wallet into Cas’s waiting hands.

“Nice catch!” The same worker who welcomed them said as she met Cas at the register.

“Thank you.” Cas smiled back before looking up at the chalkboard menu. A new addition caught his eye. “Raspberry Mocha?”

“Oh, yes!” She pulls out a paper and hands it to Cas. It’s a flyer that was just as covered with hearts as the rest of the café. But also it showed three pink-colored drinks as well as heart-shaped foods. “It’s our holiday special.”

“Holiday?” Cas hummed before noticing the creepy baby fake cupid on the corner of the flyer. “Oh, it’s Valentine's day.” And for a second that meant absolutely nothing to him just like every other year of his long existence. “Oh! It’s Valentine’s day.”

This year though—Cas looked over at here Dean was tapping his foot and staring into his computer with a blank stare—he had someone special who celebrates these kinds of things. Even though the way Dean used to celebrate it was a lot more different.

“It’s Valentine’s day.” She chuckles before following Cas’s gaze. “Would you and your um, your partner like to have our special? Buy one get one for your…well, valentine. For free. Both for the pastries and drinks!”

He looked back down at the flyer before thinking that maybe they should be professional about this. Special fake FBI agents don’t get pink drinks for their platonic partners but at the same time, this was their first Valentine’s together as more than friends.

Maybe it won’t be so bad.

Dean won’t be mad. Maybe if it tastes bad sure but these look like they have a lot of sugar so it should be fine.

“Yes, can I have the latte and the raspberry mocha?”

He ordered a breakfast sandwich as well as the heart-shaped strawberry shortcake to hopefully help Dean’s mood but still, Cas was nervous.

What if Dean doesn’t want to celebrate this holiday? He hasn’t celebrated it in years, why would he want to start now?

He sat across the table from Dean and opened his laptop without a word. Dean didn’t even meet his eyes and all Castiel wanted was to tell the workers to cancel his order. Just a regular coffee for them both.

Black. Plain. Nothing special.

“Here we go!” A different worker gave them their drinks in oversized pink and white mugs. “The Valentine’s special. I’ll bring out your shortcake and sandwich in just a second.”

“What the hell is this?” Dean whispered just enough for Cas to hear but not the workers. “And why the hell is it pink?”

“I-I thought that maybe,” Cas reached for one of the mugs and looked at the heart-shaped foam on top. Damn. “Maybe you may want to celebrate it. This holiday, I mean. With…well, with me of course.”

“Oh.” It was a breathless sort of sound. One that made Cas’s cheeks heat up thinking that maybe he caught Dean off guard.

“And here you two are! Enjoy!”

They dropped off the food and the worker was on their way. Leaving two grown men unable to make eye contact.

“This is ridiculous.” Cas sighed before looking at Dean, trying to hide his own nervousness as he spoke. “If you wish not to that’s fine. We can pretend this never happened and move on with our work.”

Dean looked him in the eyes this time, matching his intensity of not wanting to look away. Watch as the sunlight washes over their faces and enjoy every second until the moonlight takes over.

“Don’t be stupid.” Dean reaches to take Cas’s hand from across the table, palm touching palm. “I wanna spend it with you. Just you, Cas.” His smile brightened and it made Cas’s heartbeat out of control. How can Dean look so soft? “And our weird colored drinks. Sorry, but what the fuck is this?”

“Um, I’m pretty sure one of them is a latte.”

Maybe hunting down a ghost wasn’t how normal people spend their Valentine’s day but they sure made up for it the next day.

[auroranovaa]

thanks for the coffee hcs! any chance you could do la squadra as well? - 🍸

La Squadra Coffee HCs to match the others! Thank you tiny martini anon!

Risotto - Usually he's just a plain latte guy. Milk, espresso, foam. Then holiday drinks roll around. It doesn't matter if it's Starbucks or the tiniest mom and pop hole in the wall Italian cafe, if there is a Special Drink he will order it. This does result in the gang leader of La Squadra Esecuzioni ordering a Valentine's Day Dark Chocolate Raspberry Mocha, but is anyone gonna mention it? Is someone going to stop Risotto Nero from doing this? Illuso (carefully) asked about it once, after seeing Riz with a gingerbread latte with a tiny gingerbread man cookie on the rim of the mug. All he got for an answer was "Festive." Let the man have nice things.

Prosciutto - Pour overs. Slow, methodical, traditional. He's got his own pour over filter at home, and that's fine and all, but when the gang is on a schedule, they can't take time to pour hot water over ground beans for ten minutes. They're almost like a little comfort drink, a sign when they can take the time to rest and sit and think instead of being on alert. But only the best of coffees deserve a pour over - Kenya AA, Jamaican Blue Mountain, Kona, and similar high-end beans.

Pesci - No espresso for this guy, but that doesn't mean he gets left out! Steamers are his go-to, usually with something like vanilla or caramel, but he will occasionally indulge in the forbidden syrup flavors. Prosciutto tends to give him a hard time about it, steamers are on the "kids drinks" section after all, until Pesci makes him try one. Hazelnut steamer is Prosciutto's favorite if there's no good pour overs.

Illuso - Illuso usually opts for tea, but if he had to get coffee it has to be a light roast to minimize the dark bitter coffee taste. He low-key thinks he's 'better' than the others for not liking coffee and having a more ReFiNeD pAlLet than the others. This bothers exactly none of them.

Formaggio - He has the least refined pallet of La Squadra, and quite frankly doesn't really care. He gets whatever's cheapest on the menu and adds some sugar and milk. It's boring and he likes it that way.

Melone - I used to have a regular customer who worked across the street at a bookstore. He would order four quad shots with an inch of cream in each of them, every day. The moment we saw him crossing the street we would have to start pulling shots. The cream completely negated any sort of heat and complexity the shots had. After months of making these I asked him if he brings them to his coworkers, or (heaven forbid) puts them in a fridge for later, or what. This guy leans in, tips me a $20, says "wouldn't you like to know~?" and leaves. That's Melone.

Ghiacco - He knows way too much about coffee for his own good. Life would've been so much easier if he hadn't learned that French and Italian Roasts don't come from France and Italy. He loves the super dark oily Italian roasts though, which means he will bicker with the barista about it until he gets his drink. Ultimately this is all a good thing, because he'll be nursing that coffee for hours and can't very well shout and yell with something in his mouth.

[bookwyrminspiration]

kotlc crew + what they always order in starbucks

(cue me frantically googling the starbuck menu) You all keep picking topics I know nothing about it's impressive! That being said I honestly don't even remember the last time I actively saw a starbucks let alone went into one, let alone purchased anything. So please take all of this with a grain of salt :)

Sophie: Depends on how tired she is. Either a classic Hot Chocolate for the nostalgia and comfort, or a Cinnamon Dolce Latte becuase it seems like that's similar but has caffeine to fuel her through her sleep deprivation. and cake pops because I feel like she got them as a kid

Fitz: Dark Chocolate Mocha? It has this air of sophistication because it's dark chocolate but also still sounds less structured than a traditional coffee, if that makes sense. and fitz is regal but relaxed, you know? he also feels like a cinnamon coffee cake kind of person

Keefe: I don't know why but I feel like maybe a chai tea or chai tea latte? they're warm and nice and sweet based on what I remember of the homemade ones I've had, and they feel right for him. that and the marshmallow bars cause you know he is getting something sweet

Biana: Iced Matcha Tea latte could fit her. It's iced, which sounds bright, and for some reason she seems like someone who would like matcha. Or maybe a caramel macchiato? something fancy seems appropriate for her

Dex: He's surviving off of energy drinks--maybe the raspberry lime--and sweets. So many cake pops and sweets in general. Probably some parfaits slipped in there as well.

Marella: Something cold and fruity. I'm thinking strawberry cause we saw her enjoy strawberry flavored air once (book one I think), so the strawberry acai lemonade refresher? or a pink drink?

Linh: Some kind of refresher, perhaps? Either a dragonfruit or a kiwi starfruit one? and some kind of baked good to accompany it like a red velvet loaf or an almond croissant (other croissants work as well)

Tam: I do not know why but he gives me apple cider vibes, so either the caramel apple spice or steamed apple juice? or some kind of creamy warm coffee? Caffè misto perhaps? he also feels like a bagel person, but unsure which bagel type would be best.

Stina: Black coffee. What? Everyone else needs sugar and creams to dilute the flavor? they can't handle or appreciate the depth of the complexity of true coffee? pathetic. (she is secretly eating an iced lemon loaf with it)

Maruca: white chocolate mocha frappuccino, whatever that is. It sounds regal but also free and fun. It also sounds fancy and specific and those are traits I associate with her. It sounds like something "the popular girl" would order, and Maruca qualifies enough as one of those in my head that it makes sense to me.

Wylie: Whatever he's drinking he's got one of those old fashioned glazed donuts with it. Classic, reliable, sweet and with a good texture. Maybe he gets one of the hot breakfasts as well, like the spinach/feta/egg wrap. Something savory. A tea to go with it probably? what about the honey citrus green tea?

Jensi: he ate the entire bakery that's why he's Like That (brownies and a blended strawberry lemonade)

all of these food items were taken from the starbucks website, so there may be seasonal drinks or other common ones that could fit characters that I don't know about! but these were all based on general vibes and the limited knowledge I have of starbucks drinks, so feel free to suggest alternatives!!

and also thank you for the prompt nonsie, it's always fun to look at characters through new lenses like this!