coffee no sugar no cream

The chocobros and what they order at Starbucks

Noctis: honestly he’d get the sweetest drink with the most sugar he could get his hands on because we all know he has the biggest sweet tooth in all of Lucis (and probably doesn’t actually like coffee)

Prompto: would actually get a regular coffee BUT would put a shit ton of cream and sugar because he’s just a child he doesn’t actually like the taste of coffee he just wants to feel like an adult

Ignis: assuming they sell ebony coffee in the final fantasy universe of Starbucks he’d get his ebony coffee, if not he’d get a regular coffee, probably a medium or light roast depending on how much caffeine he wants, with exactly one packet of sugar

Gladiolus: he’d be the one to get a smoothie because he’s actually not a coffee kinda guy

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Title: our fairy-tale dreamland

Written by: Timelessniall

Word count: 740

Characters: Harry Styles / Sue Evans

Warnings: none

A/N: So this is something small, sorry, but I felt like writing today. I’m still new to this and I thought why not practice more. Let me know how this turned out, your opinions really do matter to me, thanks lovelies, happy reading! x


One day, I met a boy. He had long hair, and wore it down like an angel. I’ve never seen one of course but I’m sure Harry came close to looking like one.

“My name is Harry Styles,” he said with a charming smile.

“My name is Sue Evans,” I answered and then we smiled at one another.

Harry became my best friend. We talked about our idols, music and coffee with just enough sugar and cream. What I thought we had was a fairy-tale dreamland with perfect moments where we never ran out of things to say or do.

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.