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Brewing Love — LSM

The clumsy, newly hired barista honestly sucks at his job. But there's actually a good reason why he's either breaking the coffee machine or forgetting recipes?

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💞 🄿🄰🄸🅁🄸🄽🄶: Lee Seokmin x reader 📚 🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: Fluff, Very teeny tiny angst, Coffee Shop/Barista!au 🌟 🅁🄰🅃🄸🄽🄶: G 💬 ⓌⒸ: 4.8k ⚠️ 🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: Food/Non-alcoholic beverages, Reader has anger issues tbh lol, Not much really lmk if I need to add anything — I really tried to make it gn! as possible so I hope I didn't miss anything :D

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It's just like your brother to leave you to fend for yourself.

You had made Joshua swear up and down to you in person that he would never leave the quaint coffee shop he'd opened last year near the local campus unattended and unsupervised. You'd collected written assurance that he would give you fair warning if he needed your assistance. All you'd asked was at least a week's notice. You were a busy person!

Seungkwan would never let Joshua do you dirty like this. But your best friend was in Jeju now, as he always was during this time of year to see family. Meaning there would be no one to operate the coffee shop during its busiest season, the second month of the fall semester.

Joshua knew this. Seungkwan's been the 'best' to your 'friend' for decades.

One to two people was enough to keep disgruntled students and surly professors semi-satisfied with their daily (or hourly) orders of much-needed caffeine. Joshua was always in the back, filling in between Seungkwan's generous shift hours or whenever it got busy — or at least that's where he was supposed to be.

Right now, Joshua must be enjoying himself on the white sands of some remote beach. Watching the sun sparkle across aqua blue waves as the tide rushes in to kiss his toes, sea breeze whipping back the black locks of his hair, one arm wrapped snugly around the shoulders of his partner.

You're happy for him. Truly. You did not want him to feel any bad vibes on his special vacation.

Still — that didn't eliminate the fact that you hoped he would stub his toe on a rock as you glare at his sloppy, scribbled signature on the written agreement that ended up doing you no good.

You're well aware that he and his significant other had decided on a small, private wedding. You were the one who happily lent your assistance in helping them prepare it. The celebration was quiet and tiny in contrast to the radiant display of love and affection they had toward one another. A reason why they had been debating on whether or not they would go somewhere extravagant instead for their honeymoon.

You slam a glass a little too harshly on the counter. Of course, you'd advocated that they should! Duh! You just didn't think Joshua would send a lame text message, having already booked a flight and halfway out of the country by the time you read it in the morning. That was Joshua's escape mechanism to avoid the wrath of your anger as you scrambled to get to the coffee shop and open it before the regulars in a more foul mood than you decided to riot.

Smart and stupid.

AKA Joshua Hong, your beloved brother.

The door to the storage room bangs open and you hear a worried gasp of your name before two hands are wrapping around your own, trying to gently pry your fingers from around the glass. You let out an angry huff of air that causes your hair to fly up but release the death grip on the glass and let yourself be fussed over.

"I thought you had broken something!"

"What, like you do?"

It's fascinating to watch the blush creep up along Seokmin's neck to his ears and finally color the roundness of his cheeks. The soft trace of his fingers over yours intently checking for any signs of injury is equally as heartwarming as him trying to defend himself.

"That… that was… an accident."

You raise an eyebrow. "Are you saying I was trying to break something on purpose?"

"N-no! I was just worried you might've hurt yourself."

"I'm fine and so is this glass. Now get back to what you were doing, our afternoon rush will be hitting soon."

Like a scolded puppy, you can practically see figurative dog ears drooping as Seokmin hunches his broad shoulders and slinks back to the storage room. Despite being thousands of miles away, Seungkwan pulled through with helpful information that he knew someone who was looking for a part-time job. Of course, your best friend who was a reliable worker fully understood additional assistance was needed during the month and a half that Joshua was gone. Unfortunately, he had underestimated just how clumsy Seokmin was.

Although he was sweet and ready to learn immediately upon being hired, you swear it only added more work to your plate to train him. It also didn't help that his charming good looks caused an influx of customers to flock to the shop, very unsubtly to steal glances and shoot their shots with the new barista. Even you could admit that watching Seokmin's arms flex as he operated the large coffee machines, the bright sparkle in his eyes that matched his brilliant smile, and his shy but endearing nature were all very healing for the soul.

But you were also a witness to the horrifying scene of him almost breaking the great coffee contraption that cost nearly triple the amount that students paid for tuition at the campus. If you had been a cat, all your fur would've been poofed out when you hissed in shock at the unnaturally loud clank that echoed over the calm background music when he'd pushed down a lever too hard.

The future flashed before your eyes at that moment.

A furious, caffeine-deprived mob banging outside your door. Seungkwan complaining about his puffy face after crying for weeks. A perplexed Joshua divorced merely a month after marriage because now he's swimming in debt. Loan sharks dirtying your name and preventing you from ever getting a new job to pay for repairs and all other extraneous bills. You and Joshua are homeless, branded as criminals on the run.

Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic.

But you've poured a lot of blood, sweat, tears, and money into this place and that darn machine — none of which you technically even own. It's your brother's pride and joy just as much as it became yours, a comforting place to visit on your days off that you are more than happy to assist when it all comes down to it.

Even now, you're eyeing Seokmin suspiciously as he very gently lowers the lever to start the process and shoots you a sheepish smile. Everything turned out alright in the end. But you had to spend an extra two hours last week examining the components closely with your new hire cringing but giving you pouty, pleading gazes in the hopes that you wouldn't fire him on the spot.

Of course, you didn't. You even brewed him your signature blend to ensure that the machine was operating as it should and as additional compensation for the extra time he stayed. Plus, you needed his help. Whether you liked him or not.

You did like him, though.

"Um, can you help me finish this latte?"

You jump. Lost in your thoughts, you're unaware of Seokmin's sudden presence as he whispers in your ear, minty breath warm as it fans against the side of your face.

"Uh, yeah. Sure."

Even though he did things like this, yes. You somehow still really did like Seokmin.

He's good at acting oblivious to the curious, questioning stares of the customers waiting at the counter and you do your best to ignore them as well. Peeking over his shoulder, you talk him through it as your nervous system relaxes because of the refreshing scent that surrounds him.

You don't know how to describe it but Seokmin smells like sunshine. Maybe because he is the sun itself.

"And you know what's next?"

"Wait, don't tell me." His eyebrows scrunch as he closes his eyes in thought, mumbling what he's already done to remind himself.

"You've added almost all of the ingredients."

"Right. Cinnamon, vanilla extract, syrup… the coffee of course. Uh…"

"Milk."

"Yes," he puts down a finger as he counts, "the milk… Oh! The milk!" Smacking his forehead lightly, he grabs one of the containers that he'd frothed a portion of the milk in earlier. "Duh, how could I forget that again?"

"You're doing better each time."

You're taken aback when you pat him encouragingly and he turns, not even flinching at how close his face is to yours. "All thanks to you."

You blanch at his sparkly, grateful eyes and quickly shuffle to the counter. The woman waiting for her order is giggling as you approach and you choose to ignore it.

"Would you like whipped cream?"

"I do like sweet things," she slyly says and takes it from your grasp, laser-focused on the man behind you. "Care to top me off, Sugar?"

You follow her expectant gaze only to find Seokmin not even paying attention. His back is turned and he's humming happily to himself as he cleans up the used utensils and straightens the dishes.

"Um… excuse me, darling?"

"I think she wants whipped cream," you say. Or something… someone… else runs across your mind only to blink when the tube is dangled in front of your face. "Huh?"

"Said you needed it, right?" Seokmin waves it back and forth until you take it from him and goes right back to what he was doing with a bounce in his step. "Let me know if I can grab anything else for you!"

The woman is boring holes into the side of your head as you stare at his back flabbergasted for a few seconds before snapping out of it. Meeting her narrowed eyes, you put on your best customer service smile and squeeze the whipped cream dispenser to top off her latte.

"Could I get you anythi — "

"Hah! No. Thank. You."

She flounces out as if she's a damaged diva not even waiting for you to finish and you shrug, wiping up the wasted drops of liquid heavy cream. Losing a customer who has a bad attitude is no skin off your back.

"What was her issue? She was kinda rude."

"And here I thought you weren't paying attention."

"Of course I was. She asked for whipped cream, she got whipped cream. No reason to cut you off like that when she got what she wanted."

"But she didn't."

"What?"

You turn around with a knowing smirk and lean against the counter when Seokmin tilts his head in confusion. "She didn't get your attention."

He rolls his eyes. "That's ridiculous."

"Are you single?"

"Uh… wh-why do you ask?"

It's amusing how his demeanor changes so quickly, once again flustered after being snarky for merely two seconds.

"Sorry, I'm not trying to pry. You don't have to tell me, what I mean is that, if you are single it's okay if you wish to spark a connection with a customer. Nobody's going to fire you for that, we're chill about it. That's how my brother met his partner after all."

"I… I don't — "

"I'm not saying you have to, like if you already have someone special you're also free to invite them over if you want 'cause you know Kwannie does that all — "

"I'm single!"

You blink at his abrupt outburst. "Okay. I wanted to make sure you're comfortable here. As long as you don't break my coffee machine, you can do what you want."

"I just," he runs a hand through his hair, "it's… it's nothing you have to worry about."

Seokmin looks so devastatingly serious — almost upset — that your body moves before you realize it, playfully dispensing a dollop of whipped cream on the tip of his nose. It's comical how his eyes cross in confusion to stare at it in utter astonishment that you can't help but let out a tiny snort.

He recovers from the shock faster than you think. Thumb scooping the cream off with lightning speed before he cradles your cheek and chin, smearing it across your bottom lip with a gentle swipe.

You've heard detailed stories from your friends, and even sickenly from your brother, about the legendary sparks that fly in moments with someone you deem special. But no one ever talks about the absolute stillness. How everything seems to fade away and it feels like it's just you and Seokmin in the world. In that moment.

Staring into his warm, dark-brown eyes that hold galaxies. Holding your breath when his gaze drifts down to watch how your tongue pokes out to lick up a tiny bit of the whipped cream. Right where his thumb hovers above your lips. How his eyes dart back up to yours, leaning in just a smidgeon before the sound of someone irritably clearing their throat shatters the spell.

"How quaint."

You leap away from Seokmin's grasp, scowling at the new arrival who lazily adjusts his barely-tied tie, only causing it to look messier. Yet, it somehow makes the local populace drool over him even more.

"Yoon Jeonghan."

He laughs at the way you hiss his name, unfazed by your venomous tone. "That's now Professor Yoon to you, sweetcheeks."

"Gross. I doubt any students can take you seriously."

"Does Shua know his sibling isn't looking after the shop and customers but flirt — "

"Josh knows his place is well taken care of because I'm here, isn't that why you told him to take off?" You interrupt with a pointed tone, raising your eyebrows. "What do you want, the usual?"

Jeonghan rolls his eyes. "You're acting like their elopement was my idea."

"And it wasn't? Can't fool me, Mr. Yoon."

"Not always. But I'm not lying, it really wasn't me. You know Joshua is much more mischievous than he lets on."

"Yeah, tell me about it. He's had a bad influence ever since he was young."

"Ouch. Are you sure you're not talking about yourself?"

The cardboard coffee container is nearly crushed by your grip as you hand it to him. "If your conscience stings you must be feeling guilty, unlike me."

You hear a snort off to your side and side-eye where Seokmin is trying to hold back his laughter at the bantering while he fusses with another recipe. His cheeks are still flushed, ears adorably tinged red and you bite your lip.

"Ahem. Sometime today, preferably."

Jeonghan's additional cough snaps you out of your trance, glaring at your brother's best friend as if you weren't caught red-handed. Again.

"Here. Your order."

He delicately picks up the cup, a stark contrast to your aggressive movements. "Thank you, my dear barista. A one out of ten experience as usual."

If you could, you'd flip him off as he turns his back to leave like you normally do. But 'professional' times call for 'professional' behavior and you've already made a fool of yourself enough today.

"Go ahead and post your opinion online as promised! Then you'll see how irrelevant it really is!"

That doesn't stop you from having the last word when the bell jingles and Jeonghan graciously responds with a middle finger once he's fully stepped out the door. A sigh of irritation escapes and you tap your nails irritably on top of the counter. Maybe you can speak to your friend Seungcheol in administration and find out how in the world that menace managed to get employed.

You don't actually dislike your brother's best friend. He just grates on every single one of the few nerves you have left.

Seokmin sidles up to you. "Hey, do you have some time tonight?"

"Why? Want to go over some more things?"

"That would be nice, yeah."

"Sure." You shrug in agreement. It's not like you had any big plans. "Let's see if we can survive through this mob first, though. Seems like classes have let out for common hour — oh, wait!"

He freezes, wide-eyed. It's your turn to grasp his sharp jawline in one hand, bringing his face closer to yours. Ignoring the way he nervously licks his lips and how his eyelashes flutter as he rapidly blinks, you take a napkin and wipe the sticky remnants of white still left on his nose.

"Sorry," you murmur, "you had… there was just… a little… "

"Thank you." Seokmin's hand covers yours pressed against his cheek before you can move away. You're forced to meet his gaze head-on, unable to look anywhere else. "Thanks for taking care of me."

"O-of c-course!" You curse yourself for stuttering like an idiot. "I m-mean I have to take care of you, what kind of person do you think I am?"

It's Seokmin's turn to take the first step back but he does it with a calmness that almost seems calculated if it weren't for his embarrassed giggle that sounds abnormal being two pitches higher than usual. Shamelessly he winks at you, pretending like the heat that's been burning in his cheeks hasn't spread down to even his arms.

"A very sweet one."

You try to hide your shy smile behind a frown, sarcasm, and the chatter of customers coming in. "Well, duh!"

Time flies when the coffee shop is bustling. The lines do not let up and somehow, Seokmin helps keep up decently without any terrible disasters befalling. Just as the sun begins to sink below the horizon and cast off the distinct glow of golden hour rays, you happily flip the 'closed' sign to display on the door.

Stretching, the feelings of relief at the end of the day are briefly interrupted by Jeonghan walking by on his way home and you rightfully get your vindication. Two middle fingers and a big grin. Gestures he doesn't fail to kindly return.

Your neck prickles and warms slightly when you go back inside and find Seokmin grinning at you as he leans on the counter, forearms nicely on display. The frothy glass placed between them allows you to ogle his arms without it being too obvious.

"You like it, huh?"

"Huh? Like what?"

"Messing with Jeonghan." A playful smile is on his lips, almost a smirk like he knows.

"Well, yeah. We've known each other since we've been in diapers so it's easy to give him crap."

"Ever had a crush on him?"

You put your hands on your hips. "What's this? Revenge for earlier?"

"Depends on what you're referring to." His eyes sparkle. "And maybe your answer."

"Why does this feel like a test?"

"Maybe it is."

"You're a piece of work!" You exclaim, eyebrows twitching at the next words that come out of his mouth.

"As much work as Jeonghan?"

"No, Hannie's something else, for sure. Now, you… you're just… I don't know… difficult."

"You wound me, you really do." Seokmin shakes his head with a smile. "All I did was ask a simple question but it seems like getting to the answer's more difficult than I am."

"What do you get out of knowing?"

"I don't know… wingman privileges?"

You choke on air. "Are you trying to set us up?"

"If that's what you want. Your answer, then?"

"No, thank you," you say emphatically with your entire chest and he beams.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He gestures to one of the tables and you take a seat with a huff.

"You know I could cut your pay out of spite."

"Yeah, but you're not going to."

"You're right, as long as this drink isn't poisoned." You stare dubiously at the beverage placed in front of you and he whines.

"The last one wasn't that bad!"

"No, but… it wasn't good either. Oh? What's this?"

Tonight, it's not just a drink Seokmin has whipped up. A pretty little fruit cake on a plate is accompanied by it and you poke it questioningly with the fork he also hands to you.

"I made it."

"You did?" You eye it and poke it again. "Well, it's awfully squishy for something made out of plastic."

He whines again, this time your name. "I'm serious! Just try it."

You relent, of course. You've already established the terms ahead of time in case you get sick from something he's made. Not that you have, but it's always good to be prepared for the worst case scenario.

Gingerly, you take a tiny bite. Eyes unwittingly lighting up in enjoyment at the taste of one of your favorite sweets and the way the fluffy dessert melts on your tongue. Absolutely deli —

"It's good, isn't it?"

"Just say you bought it."

"Wha — ?"

"You can't fool me. Clearly this cake is store bought."

"I… " Seokmin tilts his head. "Okay, you got me… you enjoyed it though, right?"

"It's a very appreciated treat, thank you. Where did you buy it?"

"Um, got it from a local bakery. I think they just opened so I'm glad it tasted good."

"Oh, nearby?"

He twiddles with his thumbs. "Uh, p-perhaps I can take you…?"

It is at this moment you heavily weigh your options in a decision-making split second. Grabbing the drink you haven't touched yet, you gather up the confidence you didn't even know you could summon around him.

"A date?"

Seokmin's entire body twitches as he mildly chokes on his saliva. His downturned gaze shoots up to meet yours before returning to the very, incredibly, interesting mark on the table.

"Um…"

"Is it? Are you asking me on a date?"

"W-would you… g-go with me? I mean t-to the place."

You raise your glass in his direction, a smile growing on your lips. "I would like to meet the professional baker who made this cake… "

He bites his lip. "Are you teasing me?"

"Not necessarily."

"Then?"

"If your drink concoctions meet my expectations, then we can go… on a date?"

The poor man looks like he might die on the spot. "You're definitely making fun of me."

"Am not." Even with your mischievous banter, the answer is clear when you slightly grimace after taking a sip. "Why does this taste a bit off?"

"I don't know…"

"I think you added too much syrup. Did you remember to divide it evenly?"

He shrugs. "I think so?"

Sighing, you stand up and gesture for him to follow you around back. "Let's go over the basics again. I can't believe you're still so bad at this."

"Maybe I don't have a good teacher." Seokmin's hands fly up in defense when you whirl around. "I'm kind of over here struggling to wrap my head around if you're asking me out or if you're tricking me into thinking I asked you out."

"Use that lovely brain power of yours to retain the correct measurements this time to succeed. If you want to go on a date, that is."

"I'll do my best."

Seokmin's grand declaration is encouraging but every single fancy drink he prepares for you flops and you're starting to consider that maybe this was his subtle way to reject the date offer. You're mildly insulted, to say the least. But in all honesty, you don't have time to dwell on it, let alone even have time for one anyways.

It's a relief when Seungkwan returns, granting you some well-deserved days off to return to your normal routine. By the time you've finally caught up with things and find time to drop by the coffee shop again, it's been a little over a week. Joshua's flight landed the night before as well, meaning your dashing brother would be well within choking range soon.

Your best friend greets you at the front with a tight hug and large bag of souvenirs as promised. You ask him about his visit and he chats animatedly about the rest of the Boo family he hasn't seen since last year.

"You know I was worried that you didn't get any rest before coming to work but it seems like things are going smoothly."

The atmosphere is peaceful and quiet, the midday lull leaving the shop empty and Seugnkwan's as bubbly as ever. In fact, he rolls his eyes at you and clicks his tongue.

"I got a ton of rest, silly. And Seok's a great help."

"Yeah, he's not too bad. I just feel bad that you have to manage everything as soon as you got back."

"Aw, you gotta chill out, bestie. Seriously, we have a pro on our hands."

"I know you're more than capable — "

"Not me, I'm talking about Seokmin obviously!"

"What?"

Seungkwan babbles on while you're left flabbergasted. "You know it's incredible, really. He's already whipped up a whole bunch of new drinks and now that we're going to be adding pastries to the menu, he wants to kickstart them by launching a holiday theme! Something fruity because — "

"Whoa, whoa… what are you even ta — "

"Spilling all of my trade secrets already, Kwan?"

You turn around at the voice but you're not even focused on the man speaking who's suddenly shrouded in mystery but glaring daggers at the one with his arm wrapped around Seokmin's shoulders.

"Joshua Hong!"

"Behold!" Your brother raises his tanned arms to the ceiling. "We have acquired brand new bold and raw talent!"

"Don't think I won't kick your butt because there are people around!"

"Lovely to see you too, dear!"

Seungkwan rushes to hold you back when you take a threatening step towards his boss. "I understand your feelings but can we please call a truce for now!"

"I demand an explanation."

"Of course," Joshua nods, "you have my eternal gratification for various reasons but especially because you convinced the Lee Seokmin to come to the dark side."

"You know I want to hear about something else so what are you talking about, Kwannie picked him? And the 'dark side'? This isn't a cult!"

"Well, yeah but it wasn't until he found out that you — "

Seokmin interrupts Joshua with a hacking fit causing the two other men to look at him in concern. Your eyebrow twitches.

"Clearly there are many things going on that I don't understand." Whether it was intentional or not, you didn't like it.

"It's not like that, it's just — "

"Seokmin's the son of the family that owns that famous bakery in town," Seungkwan supplies helpfully, the only one with a tiny bit of common sense. "He's been scouted by tons of places since he decided to start out on his own but he's agreed to set up shop here."

Your mouth drops at this new information. "What?"

Joshua's arms wrap around the younger man's shoulders again. "Isn't this exciting? It's going to bolster our sales so much!"

When your eyes meet Seokmin's, he winces. "I wasn't trying to hide anyth — "

"If you didn't want to go on a date so bad, you could've just told me."

It slips out of your mouth before you can even think and everyone, including yourself, freezes. Realizing what you said, you swear under your breath, getting ready to bolt away from the scene immediately. But as usual, Seokmin's one step faster. He gently grabs your wrist, spinning you to face him again.

"I swear it was nothing like that! I…. I ended up delaying things because I was nervous."

"Why? There was — well, at least I thought — there was… I don't know… something between us?" Your other hand covers your face. "I can't believe you're making me say this in front of my brother and friend!"

He sucks in a harsh breath. "How do you think I feel? And I'm sorry, I didn't… I was just being stupid. I wanted to… liked spending more time with you but I was unsure of what Joshua might think of me."

"He could give two rats less about a single thing."

"True dat," your brother chimes in.

"You see how he runs this coffee shop… or rather the lack of. No responsibility."

"Hey!"

While Seungkwan hushes your brother, Seokmin takes both of your hands in his. "I'm sorry. Really. C-can I please make it up to you? Maybe o-over some cake and coffee? I'll explain whatever you want."

You chew on your lip, the warmth of his grip and pleading gaze causing you to rock back and forth on your heels. "Are you asking me on a date, Lee Seokmin?"

He catches onto your teasing tone and squeezes your hands. "If you'd be okay with that…"

—

Seokmin still is bad at making drinks. Even if he's improved and follows the recipe correctly, they still taste awfully bland. Neither you nor Joshua nor Seungkwan can figure it out but it's okay because that's where you come in. His grandiose ideas are brewed into fruition by your very own talents and that's why you stick around.

Or perhaps the delicious little desserts and pastries prettily displayed on the counter are another motivation. Definitely getting to test-taste every single one before it's put on the menu is certainly a bonus.

And maybe… just maybe… It's the smiley man whose kindness is baked into each one of the tasty treats that becomes the real reason you stop by every day. Just like how everybody comes for their daily fix of caffeine, you cannot go without your daily fix of love from and for your very own Lee Seokmin.

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Is It Working For You? (18 Part Series) Rooster has had his eye on you all week at work, and now you’re at the Hard Deck looking too good to be true.

Stories (in order) to accompany Is It Working For You?:

Underneath It All (Kinktober challenge) You and Bradley discover each other's kinks, and nobody is disappointed. (can be read alone)

Take It Off You ask Bradley to shave off his mustache. The regret is instant. (can be read alone)

Lips on You When Rooster upsets you at the Hard Deck, he earns your forgiveness with his mouth and his tongue.

Meet the Parents Bradley meets your parents and wishes you could have met his.

The Craftsman You and Bradley go house hunting and are in complete agreement over what you see.

Take Me to Neverland You and Bradley celebrate Halloween with the Dagger crew before sneaking off together. (can be read alone)

A Little Present "What if you just let me fuck you real quick, Sweetheart? I'll fill you up and leave you with a little present, and then you can be on your way." (can be read alone)

The One Where He Puts His Foot in His Mouth Bradley takes his stress out on you, and you let him know that's unacceptable.

A Preview of the Weekend You and Bradley christen your new office. (can be read alone)

Sounds Ideal Having you in his living space makes everything seem better and brighter to Bradley.

Boys Night In The boys make Bradley self conscious about you, and you give them a formal dressing down.

Behind Closed Doors Bradley swore you did it on purpose. The way you looked at him as he tried to get to work on time was highly distracting. (can be read alone)

Have Yourself a Merry Little Rooster Bradley joins you when you visit your parents for Christmas. Everything seems to be fitting together perfectly for him.

Five More Minutes It's your birthday, and you're kind of annoyed that Bradley never asked when it was.

King of the Road When Bradley picks you up from a night out, you thank him orally on the ride home.

A Rooster to Care for Me Bradley loves to take care of you when you have your period. (can be read alone)

Just Desserts Rooster only has eyes for his girlfriend and her baked goods. (can be read alone)

We Broke the Bed You and Bradley manage to break your Queen bed. Time to upgrade to a King.

The Deployment Diaries (25 Part Series) It is time for Bradley to leave on deployment. Being separated from each other is not something either of you want.

Suddenly and Unexpectedly Bradley gets called back to Top Gun for a special assignment. One of the members of the team has his heart suddenly and unexpectedly skipping a beat. (prequel story!)

Hands to Yourself Normally Bradley would encourage you to touch him as much as you want, but not when you've invited everyone you know over for a cookout.

I'm So Hot For You Bradley makes you some homemade hot sauce to show his love and appreciation for you being his sexy nurse.

Gonna Make You Sweat Bradley is determined to get back in peak physical condition, but you are more of a distraction than he anticipated.

A Love You Don't Find Everyday 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 (Multi-part Series) Sometimes plans change, and you don't always agree on everything, but you and Bradley have what you need to make it work.

B&BG Headcanons

The Keeper , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 by @tulipsbymybed ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 🍬 📚

Rooster visits his local bookstore and meets his future wife-when she laughs in his face, that is.

Bradley is utterly obsessed with you. Good thing today is the day he gets to collect his book from your shop.

It's been a few days and Rooster is thoroughly depressed. It doesn't help when he's forced to go out to the Hard Deck-but maybe the universe will help him while he's there?

Rooster finally gets a hold of himself and asks you the important question. Well, he tries to.

Rooster needs this evening to go perfectly, he can't handle anything less. Happily, it goes even better than perfect.

Landslide by @roosterbruiser ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 💢 🍬 📚

It’s been almost three years since the accident that took half of her, and Faye “Clover” Ledger seems fine, really. She loves her old house, she has a perpetually expanding vinyl collection, she’s got a job she likes on base, and she is only a short drive from the beach. She’s grounded--literally. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw feels like he’s been homesick his entire life. He’s always on the move; jumping from one squadron to another, living one mission to the next. Somewhere in between losing both his parents and carving a successful career as a Naval aviator, he’s never found himself a home. When a call to serve on a high-priority mission with an elite squadron brings Rooster back to Miramar, he finds that home. Except it’s not a house that he finds--it’s the former backseater that observes and records the mission for the Official Navy Record.

Let's Get It On (Someday) by @familyvideostevie ☁️ 🍬

For @roosterforme's "Love is in the Air" Valentine's Day TGM Challenge. Inspired by the song Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye.

Concerned Neighbor by @mothdruid ❤️‍🔥 ☁️ 🍬

Bradley and you are neighbors, sharing a duplex owned by Mav. But Bradley never realized how paper thin the walls really were until one night. He learned the difference between your moans, from true pleasure and fake pleasure. He makes it a point to show you true pleasure when with someone.

Forever Valentine by @bradshawsbaby ☁️ 🍬

Pre-wedding stress plus Valentine's Day is a potent combination for you. Thankfully you've got Bradley Bradshaw as your fiancé to make everything better.

Red Flags, Green Flags by @roosterformeme ☁️ 🍬

Hangman complains about his date's red flags, but Bradley thinks this girl sounds amazing.

#star's fic recs #star screaming about top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster #bradley bradshaw #top gun fanfic

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moodcafe · 2 years

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lately we've worked hard on preparing your orders and our inbox is already almost empty again ! we hope you're enjoying how fast we can get your orders to you this way <3

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#as always we have to delete asks that we are unable to work with unfortunately #please understand this <3 #cafe announcements #moodcafe info #Barista Lotte

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trashytoastboi · 2 years

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Heya! May I please request an angsty comfort scenario for the 1000 follower event? For prompt 19, where the alpha reader has lost a past mate who had been their childhood best friend and it's the date of their past mate's death, so their mate, Aizawa who is a beta tries to comfort them? I think grief comfort would be really nice, it's rare that the alpha is ever comforted! thank you very much, have a nice day!

Heyya! Of course! So sorry this has taken ages for me to get around to writing 😿🍀 hope you enjoy ~

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(Gender Neutral)

1000 Followers Event!

"Cause I want to stay, but now it's time. So please don't cry, my love. 'Cause you know that it's hard when you look that way. Know it's hard when you talk that way, so...Please don't say goodbye” Please Don't Cry – Cigarettes After Sex

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Scenario: ABO AU! Beta! Aizawa x Alpha! Reader - Comfort and Loss

Note: {M/Name} = Mate name

Word count: 3,081 words

☕ Aizawa Shota☕

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Aizawa stopped by the store, checking his phone for the time and to see if there had been any other contact from {Name}. There were no messages, nor phone calls. If anything they had been quiet the entire day and it was making him slightly worried when considering what today marked for them. He had decided just to make a stop on the way and pick up some food, thinking that {Name} probably neglected their need to eat. “I hope they are doing okay.” Aizawa mumbled to himself, accentuating his stress with some pacing while waiting for his order number to be called.

{Name} sat on the floor, just feeling listless compared to their usual selves. The room left dark and filled with the smell of alcohol. {Name} was not a big drinker, sometimes socially and even then it was only a few. But to sit and drink alone was not a common occurrence for them. This particular day was an exception. {Name} needed anything that could help to just kill those lingering feelings, no matter how many years passed. This day never really hurt any less than the first time, {Name} wished countless times that they could just stop feeling the pain, or at least just feel well enough to deal with the residual emotions in a better way than they do. The floor was scattered with old photos at their feet, all part of the usual routine on this day. {Name} would wake up early, get donned in black attire. Make their way to the graveyard, clean the grave and leave fresh flowers while clearing away the ones from their last visit. Sometimes they would have a one sided conversation; one of which where {Name} would wish them well wherever they may be, saying that they are missed and loved as well as random tidbits {Name} shared about their life.

One of the things that {Name} considered a little difficult to tell {M/Name}, was about their new mate, Aizawa. They followed up by describing just how great he is, although {Name} still felt awkward in the endeavor of doing so. Whenever they feel the tinge of sadness that comes with the thought of moving on, they often recalled one of the last conversations they had with {M/Name}; one in which {M/Name} had told them they are not supposed to stay alone forever and should rather find a new love. Thinking back on everything now, {M/Name} already knew and refused to bond with {Name}. Bonding was something even more ironclad than marriage, it was a lifelong bond and {M/Name} already knew their life would not be so long and wanted to leave the chance for {Name} to be able to move on. Thinking about the foresight that {M/Name} had must have been very tragic. Even when faced with the prospect of not being able to stay with {Name} forever.

At this point was {Name} wallowed in their feelings. Opting to try drink more and emptied the current bottle in hand. They set it down beside them, wiping away the tears that continuously fell without an end in sight. Even with years past, {Name} still grieved just as painfully as the first time. It seemed the day just made them recall the memories of a lifetime, flooding in with thoughts as far back as they could recall of their old mate. For a long time, {M/Name} had always been there. In some way they had a huge impact and influence in {Name's} life, so their absence left a very big hole when they were no longer there. {Name} smiled faintly at the very old memories. Their relationship started as childhood friends, one who could have been considered annoying to a young {Name} at the time. {M/Name's} presence had always been there, going through the many passages and trials of childhood. Things at the time that seemed like bumps in the road from a child’s perspective. Staving off childish remarks, who would fend off the bullies of the playground and who would share snacks with whom. Silly little things when {Name} could think back on it. The promises of sharing all these adventures, experiencing new things together all seemed to be the most natural thing. Of course all these fond childhood memories were not without their difficulty. Having a weak constitution often left (M/Name} bed ridden more days often than not. {Name} lost count over how many days they would visit their sick friend, read stories and spent time just holding {M/Name's} hand.

Staying together throughout their school years, didn’t take too long into their high school careers before {Name} gave an awkward confession that finally evolved the relationship from childhood friends into high school sweethearts. {M/Name} could only laugh and offer the answer “What took you so long?”

It was a happy period, high school had its silly and immature little drama's, along with those ‘joys of youth' moments. The pattern of healthy days and days of relapse were less consistent, but {Name} never failed to be the one to help {M/Name} study or catch up on the missed classes. As well as giving them all the little news and tidbits from around school. The habit {Name} kept from childhood was the habit of holding {M/Name's} hand at their bedside while they were sick or under the weather. Some family and friends expected that the dedication and faithfulness to be a temporary thing with the whole idealism of “young love.” And that thought led many to believe the young relationship would fizzle down the line. Through the rest of high school, even throughout college, the two seemed just as in love as the first time. Soon the news of graduation was to be shared with another reason for celebration. Seeing that the couple had decided to get married. {M/Name} did explain concerns regarding things like their not so fantastic health that may lead to a shorter life. It was overridden by hope and happiness, soon after {Name} was married happily.

{Name} turned another page of the photo album, their hand shaking and pausing before the page turned again. The photos of all the memories they shared from children, to the awkward teen years to when they finally grew into themselves. The page that follows a happy wedding was a painful chapter when only small moments of reprieve and happiness could be found. As to why {Name} did this to themselves on every anniversary they never knew. Sometimes it was just sadness over the loss, and the emptiness that followed. The anger they had towards the tragedy that they couldn’t blame on anyone or anything. Sometimes {Name} felt guilt over finding a new mate when they had promised that {M/Name} would be the only one they loved. {Name} took a deep breath and turned the page. It wasn’t the most pleasant memory, but {M/Name} still insisted on taking photos with {Name}, something to look back on while they sat in the hospital day in and day out.

{M/Name} fell sick not too long after their marriage. Them getting a little sick wasn’t anything new. {Name} knew how to care for them at this point and did so with no complaint. They remained hopeful, fate was not so kind… since {M/Name} never showed any signs of getting better. Only worse, slowly and steadily deteriorating. The departure from home had arrived and {M/Name} had to find residence in a hospital instead. Religiously, {Name} would visit them everyday, tenderly holding that weak hand tightly and wishing away all the sorrows and sickness. The two of them were always so overly considerate to one another, sometimes it would be awkward seeing how they would try their best to disguise their pains and worries. Opting to show the other a happy, carefree face and smile to one another.

{M/Name’s} condition only saw a decline, at this point most days were spent sleeping. {Name} never uttered a word nor whisper of complaint and held their hand, listening to the steady rhythm of weakened breathing. For a little while {M/Name} seemed to be getting better, overnight and miraculously. It was such a beautiful illusion, {Name} held so much hope and promise with the sudden improvements. {M/Name} thought differently, they smiled and went along with {Name's} joy, casting their own solemn expression when no one was paying attention. The doctor was the one to deliver the bad news to {Name}, the matter of the fact came down to {M/Name} was not getting better. The “improvement” simply proved to be an indicator that it may be time to say goodbye. The doctors words were grave and proved true not long after, much to {Name's} dismay. Progression of the disease hit harder and faster than before.

{Name} read a book to {M/Name}, a calming voice but a tired smile seemed to show their exhaustion more than they wanted. Mindlessly they read the words that appeared on the page, sometimes making mistakes. “Promise me you won’t stay alone" {M/Name’s} voice spoke, quietly and was enough to cease {Name} from their reading. The conversation had come out of nowhere and {Name} felt too rattled to speak with what they had said. “I-…I don’t want anyone else but you.” {Name} gently protested against their words. “You must love and be loved, I don’t want you to hold onto me forever. I might not be here but that’s no reason for you to keep holding on.”

Logically…logically, {Name} knew what they said made sense. It was their wish, however, trying to sway the heart in a matter of logic is simply a hopeless feat. {Name} truly believed their heart only had room for {M/Name}, they were the first and only person they ever loved. Everyday, every night {Name} held onto their hand, helplessly begging and praying to help share the burden, to be the one in their place instead. Things, even those that are tragic are considered a cruel fate but something that was meant to be. Just because something was meant to be, did not mean those left behind could accept it. Even the last words uttered before their passing were words of love left for {Name}. The feeling shattered in them, crying miserably for days and sobbed at the funeral beyond being consoled. Everything became bleak and {Name} felt as if they lost their purpose and driving force, the empty space that their mate had left behind was far too great for anything or anyone else to fill.

Slowly, they could get back to normality. They could look fondly on their happy memories. They could speak about them without crying. Grief was reserved for this day, {Name} would happily celebrate {M/Name's} life everyday, they loved the good memories. Today was the day when all the bad memories would come creeping through and engulfed everything. Today was the day where {Name} could blame themselves, or get angry at any god just trying to find some reason as to why they had to go through the loss of the person they loved so much.

{Name} cried, and tried to stand up which was unsuccessful; and they slumped back to the floor. The house was a mess, they were a mess and {Name} wanted to gather themselves before Aizawa arrived home.

Aizawa walked into the dark house and could smell the faint lingering scent of booze, the sounds of softened sobs and sniffles that originated from {Name}.

Aizawa spotted them sitting on the floor, eyes swollen from all the crying that they obviously forced themselves to stop at the sound of him arriving. It was not a common sight, but one Aizawa grew used to on this date. He knew what today meant for them, and the memories and stories behind it. Setting the food down, Aizawa approached and knelt besides {Name}, gently grasping their hand. The faint warmth that engulfed their hand felt pleasant and reassuring. Such a natural affection they had finally grown accustomed to. Thinking back on it now, it was such a strange thing. {Name} didn’t feel too much hesitance to share their bed, their body or even their kisses although the idea of holding hands felt somehow sacred for them. It definitely seemed stranger seeing that most of the first affections and steps towards intimacy would start with a small affection like holding hands.

{Name} glanced at Aizawa, offering a sad smile “Hey love, sorry about the mess. I’ll clean up in a bit" they spoke with strain in their voice. Aizawa guided them into an embrace, his hands awkwardly and carefully patting their back in a tender manner “It’s alright {Name}”

He tried his best to offer any comfort he could, {Name's} expression always looked so painful when they were sad. It made his heart ache. “It’s really alright” Aizawa spoke with a tentative tone, taking the empty bottle from {Name's} hand. He stood up to grab the food from the counter before settling down on the floor next to them. {Name} noticed that the food Aizawa bought were all of their favorites, a welcome gesture considering they had not eaten the entire day. Aizawa handed them some food, just knowing that they hadn’t eaten and hoped they could eat together even in silence. He knew that grief could greatly change a person, and left lifelong scars on the heart. Aizawa can remember how he felt when he lost one of his closest friends, a relationship is always felt when lost. If people did not regard friends as deeply as mates, the pain of losing one must have felt awful. “A loss of any sort was still worthy of grief.” At least that was something Aizawa had been told.

“I’m sorry" {Name} apologized, they hated being seen in this state and yet, even in this state, {Name} still felt considerate and concern over Aizawa. Without fail they apologized time and time again, feeling an indescribable guilt for mourning. They believed it may have been awkward or even hurtful towards him to be seen grieving so much over a past mate. Aizawa never felt anger, nor sadness towards this. Loss is a natural course of life and everyone has lost someone. {Name} had always loved with their whole heart. That in itself is quite a beautiful thing, Aizawa knew that {Name} is always sincere towards him. Loving, kind and caring, they truly had a gentle and affectionate nature that made one feel truly loved. {Name} never held their feelings back and could be transparent, if anything could be said, it would be that {Name} had always been a little guarded. However, this was to be expected, seeing that every wounded heart will try its best to guard itself. If there is anything Aizawa regrets, or felt distressed over it is the fact that he feels he can not be of more help to his mate. Though still tried his hardest to ease and comfort them.

Aizawa helped {Name} to their feet, and led them to their shared bedroom in the hopes that they could rest comfortably. {Name} notably showed a more bashful side, thinking back to when they were sobbing like a child in front of Aizawa. They had enough to drink to be honest but not enough to lose their minds. Almost regretfully when they were plagued by embarrassing memories. Aizawa took a step away to let {Name} unwind and settle into bed while he went to clean up the kitchen. Throwing away the empty bottles and cans that were evidently scattered about, carefully collecting the photos and putting them safely within the album they had been pulled from. Aizawa made something warm to drink, and brought it to {Name}, who showed a polite smile and thanked him. Once again, in spite of the situation. {Name} still worried about Aizawa’s wellbeing over their own. He noticed this and just flicked {Name} on the forehead “You don’t need to do that” Aizawa almost appeared to be scolding {Name} and it wasn’t too far off from it. He only did this because he is worried about them, and watching them disregard their own wellbeing for someone else often made Aizawa feel a little sad to see them so restrained towards their own feelings. “I know…” {Name's} word faded out into a soft whisper. Aizawa signaled for {Name} to move up, after setting down the warm drink, Aizawa settled on the bed next to them. {Name} naturally leaned and nuzzled into him. “Thank you for being here with me. I know its not easy.”

Being an alpha by many people’s standards often put people into a position where they felt they had to be the sole structure to keep everyone afloat. Including themselves. Alphas were not seen as weak nor vulnerable and were forced into roles that demanded that, without reprieve for themselves.

Aizawa pressed a kiss to {Name's} lips. “It’s not easy to lose someone. Not for you, not for anyone. I really don’t see a reason for you to apologize or thank me.” Aizawa spoke matter of factly, with a fond hint of warmth to his words. They left {Name} thinking, “Isn’t obvious that I would be here for you. Not out of obligation but because I want to be.”

{Name} smiled “I know…still. I need to tell you that I’m thankful” {Name} replied, finally hearing some uplift in their voice. {Name} remained in Aizawa's arms. The unsettled and discontented feeling from earlier finally seemed to calm alongside the tiredness that set in. They felt soothed, warm and comfortable, from the feeling of having someone beside them, the warmth of his kindness and intentions. Paired with the now lukewarm drink Aizawa made for them earlier. {Name} closed their eyes, the calming motion when Aizawa ran his fingers through their hair and lulled {Name} into a light sleep. {Name} felt hesitant at first to be this vulnerable and show such a side to their mate. But it was thanks to Aizawa, that {Name} could have this one day to fall apart and let out all the bad feelings they kept bottled up. They could rely on him to pick them up on these days.

Tomorrow {Name} would probably apologize for the drinking, the sobbing and for being unable to plaster on that faux smile so perfectly as they could in any other given situation. Aizawa would tell them its alright and {Name} loves him so much they are inclined to believe that if he says things are alright, things will really be alright.

“When I wake up, the dream isn't done. I wanna see your face and know I've made it home. If nothing is true, what more can I do? I am still...painting flowers for you” Painting Flowers by All Time Low

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #aizawa shota #bnha #trashytoastboi #1000 follower event #1000 followers event #abo au #abo #omegaverse #omegaverse au #angst #gender neutral reader #gender neutral pronouns #gender neutral #mha #aizawa shouta #sfw

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creativewellnessuk · 2 years

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A day in the life

What does a day in the life of a young living brand partner look like? ✨

☕ First up I always start with a cup of coffee or a cacao elixir and firing up the diffuser, next up is checking my emails for newsletters, promos and new product launches, and my messages for questions and requests!

🛍️ I open up my virtual office to check where my team is at, if any orders have or have not gone through and if any of my members need any help. I check and change my monthly order in case any products have gone out of stock or I've changed my mind... And then I read the latest news and blog posts.

⚖️ Next is me checking our Facebook-groups for new posts and our daily aligned actions, taking product photos and videos and I usually end up on Pinterest to pick up inspiration for the next day! My favourite part of the day is when I decide exactly how to fill in my schedule without anyone looking over my shoulders telling me what to do!

📸 @nikkilrobson

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1uvtae · 2 years

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something about coffee shop stranger yoongi really hits feels

when i said i RAN to my laptop after i saw this ask i meant i literally sprinted so fast that the wind couldn't even reach me :,)

the 65th iced americano | myg

☕word count: 1.0k

☕genre: fluff :D yoongi is the ~mysterious~ coffee shop stranger and you're the one who is attracted to the ~mysterious~ coffee shop stranger ;)

☕ summary: [iced americano, please.]

☕authors note: im writing this when i should be watching a tv show with my mama oopsie shes watching me type furiously at my laptop and the last thing she will suspect is that im actually just typing some min yoongi baby drabbles :)

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ feel free to request or give some feedback here !

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summer break. you have found an easy job at a cafe around your university as a cashier. the cafe was cozy and right by the central park and a big uni surrounded by different business buildings, making this cafe one of the most crowded places in the mornings. but when the warm morning light shines through the glass window every morning, all the stress from morning orders, online orders, and deliveries seem to have evaporated into the air like the delicious and pleasant scent of freshly baked breakfast and handcrafted coffee.

the cafe is designed beautifully, with warm brown and beige tones all painted and decorated throughout the whole store, weird-looking mason jars each filled with a lightbulb were attached neatly to the ceiling, pots, and containers of different flowers and plants placed in a messy way on the window cill by the huge window facing the loud and noisy street. casual jazz and piano music plays non-stop from speakers. a build-in wall bookshelf is directly facing the cashier table, filled with from english literature novels from the early 1800s to questioning and very concerning explicit adult magazines stuffed in between the newest published graphic novels. this place is like your holiday getaway, although most of the people who enter and visit are people you know, or have seen, or have visited so many times that you recognize them immediately and can fully remember their order from the back of your head. like him.

the cafe was in front of a huge business building, and every day, at about 8:40 in the morning, a customer always arrives in the coffee shop. light brown hair to the eyes, both earbuds plugged in his ears, a pair of gold-framed glasses, and always in oversized tops. the boy would come into the shop without a sound, not even the sound of how his shoes hit the solid wooden floor with every step, he is completely silent until he makes his order. iced americano. iced americano every day, iced americano any day. it went from him ordering for the first time, deep-voiced and you looking up wide-eyed, to when he entered the door, he didn’t need to say a word or do anything but pay. no conversation was exchanged between the two of you, no conversation was needed. it had been a good and long streak of 64 days of him coming in and ordering an iced americano.

today is the 65th. you scan your watch for the 7th time today. 8:40, counting down the seconds he will slowly push the door open and walk lazily towards the cashier table. you waited for another minute, another hour, nothing.

that day, he didn’t come. it was the last day of the holiday and you left your summer job at the coffee shop, feeling somewhat empty. it was your last day at the shift and he did not appear. like a puzzle was missing one piece,

one piece of the puzzle can ruin and ruin a whole work of a jigsaw.

but time moves on, and it has reached October. you were in your final year and the important year to start trying out for a proper job. the first day of working started and you were assigned to work at the business building in front of the small coffee shop, before starting your first day, you decided to go pick up a coffee from the familiar, comforting shop.

walking into the cafe, all your senses had been filled up with the sweet scent of pastries. you meet eyes with seokjin, the manager/barista.

“hey y/n! long time no see, what do you want to order?”

your brain doesn’t even need to process what you’re about to blurt out next, because it has become your go-to order ever since your 65-day shift here.

[iced americano, please.]

the elevator stopped at level 19, you walk over to the front desk before scanning your surroundings for the familiar face, nope. you felt a slight wave of sadness rush through you, yes it was just a silent steak of interaction, but that doesn’t mean it meant nothing to you. you look down at the coffee in your hand, before hearing your name gets called out by the front desk to go and introduce yourself in the CEO’s office.

walking to the room with the secretary’s lead, you lightly knock on the door, when no one answers, the secretary signals you to just enter. you take a deep breath and push the door to enter, being careful with your stepping and trying to figure a way to introduce yourself properly without stuttering. there was no one sitting on the leather chair like you were expecting, instead just the figure of someone leaning against a large bookshelf, the sound of them flipping sheets of what it looks like to be a document. you respectfully bow as your eyes glues to the floor as you introduced yourself in just one sentence.

[good morning CEO, I’m y/n, complete novice to this job but I will try my best for the upcoming months!]

praying you sounded convincing and confident, you look up to the person by the bookshelf gone. were you really that annoying that the CEO had to leave the room for a mental health break?

[iced americano? hm?]

you hear the recognizable deep husky voice come from behind you. you don’t remember when he found his way behind you, meeting your confused eyes with his, you found a slight smile on his face, unlike the emotionless face you’ve seen last summer. in fact, his eyes were angled so beautifully you’re sure that you’re going to fall right into its dark soft pupils if you didn’t watch your steps carefully. it feels warm in your heart now, warm everywhere. you only needed one second to fall into love with this iced americano man, and it worked. this one second made everything worth it.

as if you worked for months to try and find the final puzzle piece, and now, finally, you found it. it’s completed. he raises his eyebrow as he holds out his own cup of iced americano, and bumps the plastic cup in your hand gently, your hands touching for a slight second.

[heres the 65th day i owed to you, cheers.]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ this is one of my micro-ficz!

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theimpossiblehologramtree · 3 years

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Dunk the witch!

Pairing: The 13th Doctor x reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: drowning, description of injuries, some making out at the end, that’s it i think

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Cold metal chains dug into your fragile skin, as the guard tied your hands to the tree. You didn't fight this anymore. Your eyes quickly scanned the folk that assembled to see yet another public execution of a witch.

Except for this time, there was no witch.

Just you.

"Willa, get behind me!" you yelled at the girl. You raised the sonic that the Doctor gave you for protection and scanned the bodies that were rising from the mud like life-size puppet dolls. But who was in control? Who was the puppeteer?

"It's her!" King James shrieked, pointing his finger at you. "She is the one summoning Satan's army! She's the witch!"

You looked around with fear and surprise. You weren't a witch, and in fact, you were as human as one could be. Just like your twin brother Ryan, you suffered from dyspraxia and often regarded it as a weakness rather than something completely normal. Frequently, it was the cause of your disagreements with Ryan and Graham, because they thought you didn't value yourself enough. Yet you still couldn't help but feel less around brilliant people like the Doctor. Every time she moved around quickly, coordinating her chaotic moves swiftly while saving the world, you felt a sting in your heart. She was the best person you have ever met, so it didn't come as a surprise when you started developing feelings for a certain blonde alien.

"Seize this creature of Satan!" the King bellowed and shot you a look of disgust. You felt Becka Savage's arms wrap around your torso, as she took the sonic out of your hands. You tried to fight her and wriggle out of her grasp, but she was significantly bigger than you. Other witchfinders joined in, ordered by King James, and tied your hands together. You kicked one of them in the shin, your heartbeat rising and breathing speeding up.

"I am not a witch, sire! Let me go!" you screamed, looking around for any kind of help. Unfortunately for you, your friends went the other way, trying to figure out where the creatures were going. The Doctor entrusted you with her own sonic ("Take it, (Y/N), in case of an emergency. Try to figure out what the mud is doing, okay?" she said right before leaving you with the King himself.) You closed your eyes, hoping that someone would help you before it was too late.

And that's how you ended up being tied up to a trunk or an old tree. Any moment now Becka Savage would give a small speech in front of the people and signal to dunk you into the murky water. You felt your eyes fill with tears at the thought of your friends finding your dead body discarded somewhere on the river bank. You hoped to see your brother one last time, hug Graham ("I never got a chance to call him 'Granddad'", you thought), and share a laugh with Yaz. And the Doctor. Oh, how much you wanted to see her face right now. Just touch her soft skin, and look deep into her gorgeous hazel eyes. More than anything in the world, you wanted to see her one last time before that evil woman decided to execute you for trying to help.

"I am not a witch, Becka," you gritted through your teeth, shooting a death glare at her. "I was just trying to help, and you know that."

"Quiet!" she shouted loudly. "I will not be deceived by your clever banter, devil!"

She slapped your face, her metal rings cutting your fragile skin. Well, that's surely gonna leave a mark, you winced. The folk that gathered across the river stood on tiptoes to have a better look at you. When your eyes met the King's, he turned his head away, clearly ashamed and unsure of his actions. It was him who wanted to test you for witchcraft in the first place, but now he didn't seem so sure anymore. You were a girl from afar, a traveller who only arrived in Bilehurst Cragg a couple of hours ago and "the devil's work" seemed to be happening for a longer time. He became quite fond of your brother (though he would never admit that) and wouldn't believe Ryan could have something to do with witchcraft. Despite that, his cowardice and pride didn't allow him to admit to his mistake, even though it meant your death. He tried to avoid looking into your eyes.

You huffed and turned around to evaluate the chances of escaping the sticky situation. Your hands, torso and legs were tied together by thick metal chains, the Doctor's sonic in Becka's hand and your friends were nowhere to be seen. And the fact that you couldn't swim wasn't helpful either. Not expecting any result, you tried to wriggle your hands out of the chains, pulling harshly. The metal only dug into your skin deeper, cutting right through it. You pulled again. It sent painful shocks trough your body, blood trickling down your wrists as you continued wriggling your hands out.

"We have gathered here once again today, to claim victory over the devil's creatures!" Becka spoke, gesturing towards you. "We must weed out all abnormalities, all things of Satan, whatever form he shall take. And here in front of us is another witch-"

"'m not a witch, I told yo-"

"-that came to Bilehurst Cragg to spread doubt and hate in the name of love and mercy!" the woman continued. You kept pulling your hands out in hope that you will succeed before they dunk you into the river. It hurt. A lot. Blood spurted out of the cuts, staining your clothes. But you couldn't give up now, not when your wrists were almost out. Then maybe, just maybe, you would be able to untie your feet and chest from the chains and run away from the executioners.

"And hereby, I sentence you to death by dunking! And if you survive, you shall be considered a witch and beheaded," Becka finished her speech and looked at you viciously.

"Well, that's fun," you joked under your breath. "Is there any way I do not end up dying in the 17th century? Cause if I'm to never return home, I forgot to tell my neighbour to water my plants occasionally," you gritted through your teeth boldly. If that's how I'm gonna go, then I might as well annoy her in my last moments, you thought. You didn't want to let her know, that deep inside you were scared. She gave out an animalistic snarl and leaned over to you.

"You will die, devil," she whispered slowly, her eyes not leaving yours. You shrugged and tried to kick her (as much as it were possible while being chained up to a tree). She let out a yelp and lost her balance, her hand accidentally brushing the tree. She hissed, a spark forming where her hand touched the tree. Your eyes widened in realisation. It was her all the time! She was connected to the mud creatures somehow, and by executing others, she was able to distract everyone by averting the unwanted attention to someone else!

"It's you!" you whispered, wishing that the Doctor were here to see this. But Becka only turned around and waved her hand at the guard. You felt your heart stop, and the next thing you knew, you were surrounded by the dark water.

Meanwhile, the Doctor, Graham, Ryan and Yaz were following the mud creatures to the manor. Hiding from the unknown aliens, they heard the bell ring.

"The bell?" Yaz whispered, her brows furrowed in puzzlement.

"But it only rings when there's a witch execution," Ryan looked at the Doctor in surprise.

They looked at the Doctor, patiently waiting for her answer. She bit her lip, trying to focus and piece new information together. It just didn't make sense. The creatures were seeking revenge and, no doubt were trying to kill Becka. But why did she kill Mother Twiston? And who was being executed now? And why? All the villagers weren't suspicious enough to be taken as "the creatures of the devil", so why would she want to dunk them? Unless someone new came to town. Someone who appeared to be magic, with any sort of equipment or technology complex enough to be taken as a witch by Becka. But wh-

The rest of her friends watched as the Doctor’s expression changed into realisation and then terror.

"What is it, Doc?" Graham asked, seeing her breath quicken and muscles stiffen.

"(Y/N)!" she breathed out before running out of the manor and hurrying to the river, her friends following. The Doctor dashed to save you, using all the Time Lord strength she could gather in her legs. She cursed herself in her head for leaving you alone. She knew she shouldn't have done it, she cared too much about you. And all you had for protection was merely a sonic, a scientific instrument, not even a proper weapon. Yes, it did come in handy while disabling robots or scanning other life forms (like you were doing), but against a tree and water, it was hopeless! I really should get an app for wood, the Doctor made a mental note, while sprinting through the grim forest. But that wasn't important right now, because you, you of all people, were in danger, with no way to escape.

"Excuse me, can you let me through?" she made her way through the crowd, that gathered for the execution. Your execution. She pushed people apart, not caring about polite courtesies anymore. All she cared about was getting you to safety. She leapt in front of the crowd, her eyes scanning for your figure.

That's when she saw it. The tree has already been dunked.

She felt her hearts stop at the sight. You were there under the murky water, chained to the tree, without any air supply. She stripped out of her coat and dived into the river yet again today. Oh, how history likes to repeat itself. When for the first time today she jumped to rescue Mother Twiston, she wasn't able to save her, but you, you, she had to rescue. You were too dear to her, to close to her heart, well, hearts. She swam to you, pulling on your chains. She saw you open your eyes, so she quickly signalled you not to panic (as much as you can not panic when you are chained to a tree underwater). Her hearts were beating fast in her chest when she tried to unlock and release you from the chains.

But she couldn't do it. She didn't have the strength to untie you from the tree, not without her sonic. With every passing second, she knew that you were slowly running out of air. Squeezing your arm reassuringly, she let you go and swam to the surface. She noticed that her friends just got here, panting out of breath.

"Bring the tree up, Becka!" Yaz and Graham yelled at the women, while Ryan was frantically trying to convince the King to give an order to release you.

"Becka, stop this!" the Doctor shouted, getting out of the water. She quickly plunged to the guard, that was holding her dear sonic, and yanked the screwdriver out of their hands. The mand caught her by the waist, not allowing her to jump back and save (Y/N). She tried to release herself from the man's grip but to no avail. If only I were a man now, she thought, gritting her teeth. With every passing second, you had less and less oxygen, and she knew you couldn't last long. Her hearts were hammering against her chest, as she looked around, still trying to wriggle out of the guard's grasp.

"I-I think that's enough now," the King stammered. "It's been long enough, Becka.

"No, sire! W must make sure the witch is dead! The creatures of Satan shall be defeated!"

The Doctor kicked the guard and fell on the ground, as he let go of her figure. Quickly she raised her sonic and pointed it at the water, where you were chained up to the tree. There was a distinctive clang when the chains were unlocked. However, the Doctor could not see you anywhere on the surface. Did you drown? She swiftly hopped to the river bank, avoiding the guards' strong hands.

"Doctor, she can't swim!" she heard Ryan yell in desperation. That was all she needed to hear. She jumped into the unappealing waters and swam to your body, that already started to fall to the bottom of the river. She gripped your figure strongly and swam to the surface, pulling you with her with all her strength. You clung onto her when you resurfaced, gripping her shirt tightly and gasping for fresh air. The sweet cold air burned your lungs with every delicious breath you took, spluttering water around you. Your heart pounded in your chest, and your ears were ringing loudly from the lack of oxygen. The Doctor's strong arms were wrapped around your torso, and her touch was the only thing you could focus on. She swam with you through the dark waters.

When you felt the miry ground under your feet, you scrambled out of the river, the Doctor's grip not loosening. You coughed, trying to breathe in.

"It's alright, I'm here now," you heard a familiar soothing voice in your ear. A pair of warm arms wrapped around you protectively, bringing you closer. Your face collided with the Doctor's warm chest (you would have blushed if you weren't already red from holding your breath for so long). She kissed the top of your head (again, you were too tired and shocked to react) and cradled your shivering figure. The reality started to sink in, and you let a couple of shaky sobs escape your lips. You were too shaken to notice, but two lonely tears fell in your already soaked hair, and the Doctor's embrace tightened around you. It was so close to losing you.

Ryan, Yaz and Graham managed to get to the other side of the river, running through a nearby foot-bridge. Passing the guards and furious Becka Savage, Ryan held the Doctor's coat out, wrapping it around the both of you. You nodded gratefully, still clinging onto the astonishing Time Lord. Your brother only smiled at you, knowing you needed some space after such a shock. Graham kneeled next to your trembling figure, patting your back lightly. He murmured jokingly something about "being glad that you didn't die because your nan would never forgive him" and thanked the Doctor for saving your life.

"Come on, (Y/N/N), tell me what happened," you heard the Doctor whisper into your hear after a while when you settled down. You sighed, not wanting to let go of your favourite alien, and told her everything that happened since you parted.

Blue and orange beams reflected from the Tardis' control panel as you drifted across space. Your eyes were absentmindedly fixated on the leavers and buttons, that the Doctor so often touched to take you to the extraordinary places all across time and space. You were sitting on the floor, leaning on one of the pillars and thinking about what happened today. You thought about Willa and what would happen to her after her cousin Becka is gone. Pictures of ugly Morax and how you defeated their king appeared in your mind, and you flinched slightly at that thought.

"You okay, (Y/N)?" you felt a hand on your shoulder and heard a familiar voice. The Doctor. You smiled, slowly turning around to face her. She sent you a worried look and sat on the floor next to you, squeezing your arm reassuringly.

"Yeah, I think so," you replied softly, your voice barely audible. You put your head on the Doctor's shoulder, taking her hand in yours. Your fingers gently traced circles on her smooth skin, making her hearts beat faster and her breath hitch in her throat. Her eyes studied you cautiously, as she tried to restrain herself from blushing. She thought about today. She was so close to losing yet another person she loved. The Time Lord's muscles tensed at the thought.

You sensed your friend stiffen. You raised your head from her shoulder and looked her directly in the eyes, trying to decipher her behaviour. You let your eyes fall on her cheeks and nose, counting every freckle, and you admired the small wrinkles that have formed around her hazel eyes from laughing, admiring her beauty. Looking at the blonde, you didn't realise how close you have gotten to her, your noses almost touching each other. Your heartbeat quickened, as you noticed her glance at your lips, as she licked hers.

"(Y/N), I-" the Doctor stuttered, not being able to focus with you so close. She could smell your floral perfumes which smell surely soaked through her coat that you were still wearing. Not that she minded though, she loved seeing you wear her clothes. Her eyes fixated on your plump lips, your close presence dulling her senses and mind.

Feeling a sudden onrush of courage, you leaned in, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. The Doctor's free hand wandered on your waist, gripping you tightly as if she wanted to make sure you weren't going anywhere. Your fingers traced along her sharp jaw, dancing on her soft skin.

Before you knew it, the kiss turned into a more heated one, as she licked your bottom lip, making you moan softly in response. She smiled into the kiss, slipping her tongue into your mouth and pushing you gently against the Tardis' pillar. The kiss signalled so many emotions, making you melt into her touch. You wrapped your arms around her neck while her tongue explored your mouth. She broke it off only to attach her lips to your neck, nipping at your skin. You sighed loudly, glad that you were the only ones in the control room. Her arms wandered around your body, squeezing your buttcheeks and massaging your thighs. Your fingers crept in her silky hair, tugging at it gently. A deep-throated groan escaped the woman's lips when you pulled her hair again, disheveling it.

"Doctor..." you breathed out when she sucked a hickey at your neck. Your voice was like honey to her ears, only making her speed up her movements. Suddenly, your breath hitched as the Doctors knee found its way between your thighs, delicious warmth spreading though your body.

"Ahem" you jumped back at the sound, standing up in the nick of time. In the doorway stood Yaz, Graham and Ryan, their arms crossed and brows raised questioningly. You felt a blush creep up your neck, knowing that there was no way you could come up with a plausible explanation. Both you and the Doctor were panting, your chests rising and falling heavily. Your neck was adorned with red hickeys, and the Doctor's hair stuck out in all directions. Both of you had your lips swollen from all the kissing.

"Well, finally" Yaz broke the awkward silence, smirking at you. To your dismay, you noticed both Ryan and Graham hand her 50-pound notes. You scooted closer to the Doctor, taking your hand in hers. She gladly accepted it and squeezed it comfortingly. With fear in your eyes, you glanced at your brother, who, to your surprise, smiled at you and winked. Yaz was smirking, fanning herself with two notes, clearly happy. You looked at Graham, studying his expression carefully.

"Graham?" the Doctor asked.

"Just don't break her heart, Doc," he sighed and grinned, seeing your cheerful face. He turned around, muttering something about "playing snap", and pulled Yaz and Ryan with him.

"Never" the Doctor whispered, turning herself back to you. You giggled, as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and licked her lips. "So, where were we?" she murmured before crashing her lips on yours once again that night.

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