Elias Wolfe

29. CAFE OWNER. colorado. Something isn't right, babe.

[celebritiesource]

[sseureki]

[fyp-psychology]

Perfectionism is very addictive because it is very seductive. It’s so great to think ‘There’s a way I can do things where I can never be held in judgment by other people, that I can totally escape criticism.’ But it doesn’t work.

Brené Brown, The Power of Vulnerability (via halflunar)

[tristamateer]

so the boy is not a wolf–  but he bites like one.  when you tell everyone  he has teeth, he just smiles  and smiles.

ON NOT SAYING WHAT YOU REALLY MEAN IN THE FACE OF TRAUMA, Trista Mateer  (via tristamateer)

[sentencestarters-and-asks]

Send a space thing for questions

Planets: Life

Mercury: What’s your full name? 

Venus: What’s your first language? 

Earth: Where’s your home? 

Mars: What’s your sexuality? 

Jupiter: Do you have any siblings? 

Saturn: Any pets? 

Uranus: What’s your hobby? 

Neptune: When’s your birthday? 

Pluto: What time is it right now where you are? 

Moon: What are you currently studying/hope to study? 

Stars: Experiences

Sun: Have you ever had alcohol? 

Sirius: Have you ever failed a class? 

Rigel: Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster? 

Deneb: Have you ever been out of your home country? 

Arcturus: Have you cried out of something other than sadness? 

Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about? 

Aldebaran: What’s something you care desperately about? 

Canopus: Have you ever broken a bone? 

Bellatrix: Have you ever been forced to lie/keep a secret? 

Alphard: Have you ever lost a friend?

Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t? 

Constellations: Favourites

Centaurus: Favourite holiday?

Orion: Favourite month?

Cassiopeia: Favourite book?

Delphinus: Favourite study?

Hercules: Favourite instrument?

Gemini: Favourite song?

Pegasus: Favourite place to be?

Libra: Favourite colour? 

Phoenix: Favourite thing to wear?

Aries: Favourite movie? 

Cygnus: Favourite weather? 

Hydra: Favourite sound? 

Galaxies: Love/Friends  

Milky Way: Who’s your oldest friend?  

Andromeda: Do you consider yourself social? 

Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight? 

Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss? 

Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills? 

Comet Galaxy: Have you ever had to leave a relationship because someone changed too much? 

Pinwheel Galaxy: Would you date the last person you talked to? 

Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now? 

Bode’s Galaxy: Have you ever had a secret admirer? 

Sunflower Galaxy: Would you date/make friends with someone out of pity? 

Tadpole Galaxy: Would you deny a relationship/friendship? 

Whirlpool Galaxy: Have you ever cried over a breakup? 

Other stuff: Wishes 

Comet: What’s your big dream? 

Asteroid: What does your dream life look like? 

Meteor: What’s something you wish you could tell, but can’t? 

Nebula: If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be? 

Shooting Star: If you could bring back one thing, what would it be? 

Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years? 

Supernova: What’s one thing you want to do before you die? 

Quasar: If you could spend the rest of your life with only one person, who would it be? 

Wormhole: What’s something you wish would happen, but know won’t? 

Black Hole: What’s the last thing you want to see? 

[justanotherrpmeme]

bold which habits your muse has

[eliaswclfe]

justanotherrpmeme:

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

[eliaswclfe]

allie-rooney-taft:

     More and more these days she found her cravings being filled with lackluster shops and equally void of any real differentiating ingredients, a puff pastry here and pumpkin flavored latte there; nothing was New York and it showed. Dark sunglasses covered her eyes and the dark circles she’d accumulated from late nights and late mornings, “It looks like a fetus…” she lifted her shades just barely glancing at the thing in front of her, arms tucked in a secluding manor, “How about I just try a latte? Triple shot, whole milk and two Splenda…oh, the Splenda first, I like it mixed in.” 

A surprised laugh passed Elias lips as dark eyes trailed back to his less than impressive creation, head tilting in momentary contemplation. A look of disdain crept in as her visual came into sharper clarity. “This is what happens when you don’t actually hire a baker,” he accepted, not entirely without good humor as he discarded the misshapen things into the garbage. It was likely for the best. He rarely found himself on this side of the counter – but the cafe had been short-staffed as of late, and because Elias hadn’t found the right fit, he’d stepped into the barista role. It was a strange feeling – almost like wearing the right shoes, but on the wrong feet. After the ‘muffins’ were discarded, he offered her his usual smile and a nod. “A woman who knows what she wants. Coming right up,” he said. “What’s the name for that one” He asked, looking back over his shoulder as he started the drink, mentally repeating the steps as he began. He may have made a mess of one of the day’s endeavors – he wasn’t going for two. 

[eliaswclfe]

msvictoriatorres:

She was looking through the bottom of her purse for some extra change, when she heard a voice calling out to her, eyes meeting the older man. He was incredibly handsome, definitely someone that didn’t look like he should be on the other side of the counter. “How sure are you though? That I’ll make it through?” Tilting her head to the side, a smile spread out on her lips. Obviously she was just kidding, she would so about anything if it could get her free stuff. “I’ll take a chance and trust you on this,” her hand reached out for the pastry. “If I give you a good honest answer would you throw in a Banana Nut Bread in too?” 

Elias laughed, narrowing his eyes playfully. “Oh, at least a solid 90 percent,” he said, teasing lilt to his voice. As she reached for it, he tilted his hand, hand going to his chin in mock contemplation before his often-worn grin tugged at the corners of his lips. “You’ve got yourself a deal,” he started, pulling the far-better looking pastry from behind the glass. As he placed it on the counter, he flashed her another smile. “But only because you asked nicely.” He added. “How do you take you coffee Miss...” He trailed off, letting the pause serve as a question. It was something he made a point of when he found himself short-staffed and behind the counter himself – learn the names of his customers.

[eliaswclfe]

opulent-sj:

She tried to ignore the beat of awkward that surrounded their farce of a marriage by picking up one of the muffins and looking at it. The kiss that followed his words was even worse, but she forced a smile. “Well, they’ve definitely got that,” she replied with a giggle, pinching a piece off and examining it before tasting it. Chewing slowly, SJ glanced at him, smiling as she swallowed. Placing the muffin on the counter, she swiped off a bit of flour on his shirt. “Well they taste good, even if they don’t look that great. You can cook, believe it or not.” Taking another sip of her coffee, SJ gave the sweetest smile she could muster and answered his question. “Well- I ended up able to leave the a little earlier today, and thought maybe I could treat my handsome husband to an early lunch..” Tilting her head, the brunette bit her lip coyly.

Going through the motions. That’s what they’d been reduced to. Elias remembered the days that were filled with fire – burning hot and fast. He couldn’t remember when it had burned out. When he’d gotten what he wanted? He shook the thought as he looked at his wife, the smile that curved her lips, but didn’t quite reach her eyes. His laugh echoed her own – a soft sound, but a welcome one all the same. She had a nice laugh. A sound he didn’t suspect he’d ever tire of hearing, even when things between them inevitably finished the descent into bitterness. His smile at the compliment was genuine – warm even. “Why, Missus Wolfe, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were almost flirting with me. What would your husband think?” He asked, teasing lilt to his voice. It wasn’t often Elias found himself behind the counter playing barista and baker. But he was frugal, and when someone called in, he found himself filling in the gaps. Might as well properly play the role. He studied her, eyes narrowing at that lip bite – he’d always been a sucker for it. “You know I could never say no to you.” He said,, expression shifting into something bordering on mischievous. “I’m all yours.”

[eliaswclfe]

theolund:

Theo always cursed himself for getting addicted to espresso, but alas once he had it – it all made sense. Looking up at the man behind the counter, he scratched his chin in thought before finally nodding. “Honest answers only? Sure, what the hell.” Theo hesitantly grabbed the muffin, since being in culinary school he had a whole new level of respect for pastry chefs, it was never a simple task. After biting into the muffin, Theo narrowed his eyes as he kept a poker face, chewing as he nodded his head. “You know what? This isn’t bad. I think if you put some spices in it you could even amp up the flavor.” 

Elias thought he recognized the man on the other side of the counter as a fairly regular customer – he prided himself on being someone who rarely forgot a face. But playing barista was a bit of a new (and infrequent) role for the cafe owner. They were short-staffed, and as it turned out... Elias was picky. That, and he could only handle so many baristas calling and asking exactly what how to make an Americano. He prided himself on good products – running a place people wanted to come back to. Which is exactly why these damn muffins were the bane of his very existence this particular morning. He smiled, giving the man a nod. The Colorado native almost chuckled at the man’s ability to keep a neutral expression – that had to bode at least fairly well, right? If it were something truly vile, surely a look would’ve given it away. His smile widened as the other spoke. “Yeah? You’re not just telling me what I want to hear for more free coffee are you? Because I’m warning you, it will absolutely work,” he said, tone playful. Elias tilted his head, leaning slightly forward on the counter. “You sound like you might have some experience. If you’re ever looking for a job...” he trailed off, nodding toward the misshapen muffins as if they finished the thought for him.

[eliaswclfe]

sxdiek:

Sadie had been doing her best to cut back on coffee, but she still found herself buying two big cups on her worst days. She’d just been fitting the drinks in the carrier when a familiar man caught her attention. She eyed the strangely shaped muffins and then smiled a little. “Free food and free coffee?” she asked, stepping closer to him. She accepted one and peeled back the paper, taking a hesitant bite. She chewed for a few seconds, trying her best to keep a poker face. “Did you mix up sugar and salt?”

It was a point of pride for Elias – to recognize the customers that were in and out of the cafe almost daily. While he was usually acting in a far more supervisory capacity, he believed it was good business. Know the people who know you – more importantly, your product. He chuckled, giving the woman a nod. “Only because you’re one of my favorite,” he hummed, tone almost playful. Elias watched, nervous expression making his way onto his features as she chewed. His eyes widened at the question. “... Salt? I knew I was forgetting something. He laughed, tilting back and letting out an easy sigh before turning that warm smile back on Sadie. “Tell you what. Bagel’s on the house for risking your life today. I promise food, i should probably give you something edible.” He said, putting on of them into a paper bag and placing it on the counter. “Not made by me this time. Made by the nice, qualified bakery across the street.” He assured with a grin.

[eliaswclfe]

sawyermiller:

Sawyer had a minute before getting to campus for practice. To say she was still feeling that hangover would be putting it lightly. Naturally, not being one for Starbucks or other mainstream coffee– she found herself here. Not to mention, Elias was a good man. Even better company depending on the time of day. Naturally, that didn’t extend to when her head was aching and her stomach was rumbling with uncertainty. The woman didn’t know whether she wanted to eat or throw up. But black coffee? That’d do the trick. Watching the small interaction, she noticed that the stranger was a little annoyed. Stepping in, she put a delicate smirk on her face. “Oh, don’t trust me him,” she wholeheartedly teased, putting in an eye-roll.”Let me… you just never know with this guy.”

His pitch wasn’t going well – as was about half-expected. Some people just wanted their damn coffee. Elias could respect that, but all the same, he welcomed the reprieve. Even more, the familiar face. That easy broad smile curved his lips at the sight of the redhead. “And Sawyer Miller steps in to save the day,” he said, with a note of clear relief. He put the muffin on the plate, offering the almost equally grateful customer a last smile and nod as they made off with their coffee. “Go easy on me now, Miss Miller. My ego can’t take too much criticism,” he teased, setting to work pouring her a black coffee. It was a lie, of course – if anything, Elias Wolfe needed to be knocked down a peg or two. Except for with this godforsaken muffin, which he was half-convinced was his punishment for something. “How’ve you been? Soccer keeping you busy? I feel like I haven’t seen you around here in a minute. Don’t tell me you’ve found another cafe.” He added, feigning hurt – but it was marred by his ever-lingering gine.

[eliaswclfe]

isaacpritchard:

Isaac rolled his eyes at the cheerful response. It was too early for that non-sense, but that’s what all the baristas were like. Which wasn’t a bad thing, not at all, but for him? God, he wanted everyone to be mines before 10AM. His hangover lingered, and he swore that at roughly 2AM he was still drunk from the night before. With work almost forty minutes away, Isaac didn’t have time for the small talk. When the other guy returned with his cup of coffee and free muffin, he couldn’t help but scowl. “Why is… is it crumbling like that?” His brows furrowed as he tossed the right amount of money into the guy’s palm. Even poking one side of the muffin caused it to collapse like an avalanche. “I think your measurements might be a little off here, pal.” As a manager of his own store, Isaac never hesitated with criticism. It wasn’t any of his business, and as stated before, he didn’t have time for small talk. However, even a free muffin wasn’t enough to stop his snobby character.

Most definitely not a morning person. Elias had to bite back his smile. He hadn’t missed customer service when it was his entire livelihood, and even less so when his finances most certainly did not depend on it. But an exhausted customer that seemed to distinctly lack people skills, at least in the early hours, wasn’t warrant enough to turn off the charm. He did, however, tone it down. It had been quite some time since he was openly scowled at – it brought about a strange mix of confusion and something that danced near amusement. With a sigh, he regarded the toppling muffin. He didn’t have an answer, but it seemed he didn’t need to. The put the money in the register, sparing him finding an excuse for the failed venture. He winced, looking back up at the borderline mess. “Yeahhh, maybe just a little,” he said. ”Guess I’m hiring an actual baker.” He looked back up at the other, offering him a brief nod. “But hey, I appreciate the input. Next time you’re in, let whoever’s behind the counter know Elias said you’re good for a free one.”

[eliaswclfe]

jordy-ballard:

Jordy had popped in for a quick cup of coffee, but he’d chosen this spot in particular because the guy who worked here was hot as hell. The muffins in front of him were not, though, but Jordy was not one to turn down free food, especially from a handsome guy such as this one. “Of course,” he replied with a smile. “Lucky for you, I’m actually quite the connoisseur of muffins.” Reaching out, Jordy’s fingers wrapped around a muffin and lifted it up to examine it. “It’d be a shame if this were the best looking thing in here, but I don’t think you have much to worry about on that front.”

Elias chuckled, pulling a face. “Oh. I’m afraid that might not be so lucky for me. I was hoping for more of a novice-level judge,” he said, gentle teasing in his voice. It took a moment for what he was half-sure was flirtation to settle in. Unexpected, but it brought about a smile. A smile that didn’t quite free itself from confusion, but a smile all the same. He considered himself a charmer, if his ego weren’t checked – but he was not at all accustomed to the same charm being turned on him. “I'm assuming you mean the coffee.” He joked, half-smile lingered as he poured a cup. “How do you take it?” 

[eliaswclfe]

wtfhartley:

Hartley cocked an eyebrow at the other, a slightly amused look on his face as he took in muffins presented to him, a chuckle leaving his lips. “How about this, I try one, and I pay you for the coffee anyway? But you give the next person to buy coffee one for free.” He mused, and while he didn’t flaunt it, Hartley wasn’t the type that needed anything free, he had more than enough money to his name.

Elias tilted his head, clear surprised flashing across his features for a fleeting moment. After talking in the other’s words, though, that expression shifted into an easy smile and he offered him a nod. “You drive a hard bargain,” he said with a chuckle, taking the rather misshapen muffin out from behind the glass and placing it delicately on a plate. “But you’ve got yourself a deal.” He finished, smile lingering.He had never been the most philanthropic type himself, beyond the occasional charitable donation. Elias had money (well – Elias’ wife had money), but it was never enough to feel secure. There was a stability the businessman craved that was nearly unattainable, even with all the right investments. “How do you take your coffee Mr...?” He trailed off, letting the missing name itself form the question.

[luxet]

Unusual Asks

[eliaswclfe]

luxet:

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

is your room messy or clean?

what color are your eyes?

do you like your name? why?

what is your relationship status? 

describe your personality in 3 words or less

what color hair do you have?

what kind of car do you drive? color?

where do you shop?

how would you describe your style?

favorite social media account

what size bed do you have? 

any siblings?

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

favorite snapchat filter? 

favorite makeup brand(s)

how many times a week do you shower?

favorite tv show?

shoe size?

how tall are you?

sandals or sneakers? 

do you go to the gym? 

describe your dream date

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

what color socks are you wearing? 

how many pillows do you sleep with?

do you have a job? what do you do? 

how many friends do you have? 

whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

whats your favorite candle scent? 

3 favorite boy names

3 favorite girl names

favorite actor? 

favorite actress? 

who is your celebrity crush?

favorite movie? 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

money or brains? 

do you have a nickname? what is it? 

how many times have you been to the hospital?

top 10 favorite songs

do you take any medications daily? 

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

what is your biggest fear? 

how many kids do you want? 

whats your go to hair style?

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 

who is your role model? 

what was the last compliment you received?

what was the last text you sent?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

what is your dream car? 

opinion on smoking?

do you go to college? 

what is your dream job? 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

do you have freckles? 

do you smile for pictures?

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 

have you ever peed in the woods? 

do you still watch cartoons? 

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Favorite dipping sauce? 

what do you wear to bed? 

have you ever won a spelling bee?

 what are your hobbies?

can you draw? 

do you play an instrument?

what was the last concert you saw? 

tea or coffee?

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

do you want to get married?

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

are you going to change your last name when you get married? 

what color looks best on you? 

do you miss anyone right now? 

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

do you believe in ghosts?

what is your biggest pet peeve? 

last person you called`

favorite ice cream flavor? 

regular oreos or golden oreos? 

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

what shirt are you wearing? 

what is your phone background?

are you outgoing or shy?

do you like it when people play with your hair?

do you like your neighbors? 

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

have you ever been high? 

have you ever been drunk? 

last thing you ate? 

favorite lyrics right now

summer or winter? 

day or night? 

dark, milk, or white chocolate? 

favorite month? 

what is your zodiac sign

 who was the last person you cried in front of? 

[eliaswclfe]

opulent-sj:

It was very rare for SJ to actually get time off to head back into town for lunch. Usually she had so much work to do, she just ordered in and buckled down. But since she’d actually gotten to leave that afternoon, she headed into town and found herself in this very spot, paused in front of the cafe that her husband owned. Biting her lip, she steadied herself and walked in, hoisting her bag higher on her arm. She figured the tell-tale click of her heels would have announced her presence. But unless he was just ignoring her, Elias continued on with what he was doing, talking to the customer before him about muffins. Tapping manicured fingers on her arm, SJ quietly moved around the counter and decided to pour herself a cup of coffee. Enjoy it while waiting for him to finish. “I think you could work on the presentation a bit,” she murmured moving closer to him, a delicate smile on her face.

Elias was a perfectionist – despite the relaxed demeanor he attempted to shroud himself in, there was no mistaking it. The way he let the world around him fade to background noise when he was working or planning, his goals always at the forefront of his mind. Any other day, he listened for that familiar sharp click like it were a sort of alarm. To think of it as such felt cruel – but it was a thought that had made itself at home. The fact that he didn’t notice SJ until he he heard her voice spoke to his level of preoccupation. An expression that bordered on startled donned his features for a fleeting moment before shifting into that warm smile. Things hadn’t been perfect at home. He’d wanted them to be – but in a way that a man who wants to win the lottery never finds himself with a ticket in his hands. Like it should just be. He’d wanted her, and he’d gotten her. Elias had never planned for what would happen if she had decided to stay. An easy chuckle passed his lips after the momentary hesitation – a pause he hoped she’d missed. “I was thinking of the ‘they’ve got character’ approach.” He said, teasing lilt to his voice as he shifted and kissed her cheek. “This is what happens when you leave me alone, you know. I try to take up baking, scare off the customers, and nearly burn down the cafe.” He added, that hint of self-deprecating playfulness lingering as he gave his creation on last unsure look. “As much as I love surprises,” he didn’t. But he was a great pretender, after all. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Mrs. Wolfe?”