#also a part two to the barista reader with a crush on mark?

[ofdreamsnwishes]

“You are staring.” Barista!Jaemin whispered in your ear, making you jump and spill the hot coffee on yourself. Swearing under your breath you quickly move to the sink, running some cold water on your hand to, hopefully, avoid getting a serious burn.

The boy snickers behind you, trying to apologize and offering to help, but you know it’s not really genuine, Jaemin is just trying to mess with you, as if annoying the hell out of you was the best part of his day.

“I understand you are the owner’s son and you’re not really obliged to work, but at least try to uphold your parent’s café reputation.” You whisper-yells at him, glaring into his soul, hoping that for once, looks could actually kill.

“Oh I am. I’m making sure that our employees are not slacking off, you know, staring at our costumers with heart eyes…” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. Shit, he knows.

“I wasn’t staring AT the costumers, my gaze just happened to be there.” You defend yourself, too prideful to admit that you were, in fact, staring.

You were trying to convince yourself too, because really, you shouldn’t. Not at Mark of all people. Not at the guy that was currently there waiting for your pretty coworker to arrive.

“Bullshit.’ He deadpans. It was infuriating how he always seemed to look past your excuses. ‘Maybe we should ask Hina and see what she thin-”

A hand flies over Jaemin’s mouth, your panicked eyes meeting his.

“Do. Not.’ A warning. Too bad Jaemin loved the bickering so, of course, he had to poke his tongue out, slightly licking your hand. Pulling away, you shoot him disgusted look. ‘You!”

An awkward cough startled you two out of your argument, Mark standing near the cashier, shy smile and a gentle voice to accompany.

“Sorry to interrupt… But, could you give this to Hina when she comes by? Something came up and I need to leave.” He has a small paper bag on his hands, what you could assume was some kind of jewelry based on the logo. Your heart drops. Right, Hina.

Before you can answer though, Jaemin is quick to talk, swiveling past you and putting on his best customer service smile.

“I’m sorry, we are not allowed to accept gifts from customers.’ It’s a lie. ‘The owners are very strict about it.” Another lie, Jaemin’s parents were sweethearts.

The older boy’s eyes widen, a blush dusting the tips of his ears. “Oh…! Sorry, I didn’t know about that…” He scratched the back of his head, excusing himself and leaving shortly after, a dejected look on his eyes.

It’s silent after that, Jaemin taking the order of the next customer in line and you busy yourself with tidying up the counter.

“What do you even see on him?” The boy beside you asks, once he took all of the costumers orders, putting a hand on your shoulder and moving you aside so he could help with the beverages.

“For starters he is the opposite of you.” You grumble and he lets out a dramatic gasp.

“So you’re telling me I’m not your type?”

You pause, looking at him, syrup bottle midway in the air. Honestly, what went on inside of his head sometimes? You? Liking him? That’s the first thing be asks?

“No?” You give him a side eye.

“Damn… Too bad, you’re exactly my type.”

“…”

“…”

“What?”

Jaemin winked at you, finishing up the beverage he was doing and taking the one you were doing, calling the names on the cups. He acted as if he didn’t just drop this bomb on you.

“Jaemin, what-”

“The customers are waiting, come on, finish their orders first.” He singsongs, not looking in your direction, hands busy cutting a cake slice.

Hesitantly, you turn away, almost dazed as you work on the next order in line. Maybe if you looked a bit closer you might’ve seen the red dusting his cheeks, the back of his neck and tip of his ears. He slipped up.

[legendofmorons]

How to fall in love twice part 7

Pairing: Malon x Time x reader

Rating: G

Summary: While you and Malon go on an unofficial coffee date, Time finally has some sense knocked into him thanks to Wild, Warriors, and Legend.

Warnings: N/A

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know

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The third day in modern Hyrule begins with the delightful experience of introducing Malon to modern coffee shops. Which is certainly worth it.

However, first, you get a nice shower. With your hair routine, proper soap, any shaving you might choose, and the ability to have hot water. It's glorious, and you are thankful for running water.

Malon takes a shower as well, still confused about modern shower products, but delighted in the effects! She likes that there are so many options. She also adores the hot water since she doesn't have to heat it herself.

Malon has delighted in modern clothes, a sage colored cable knit sweater, and dark jeans are her chosen outfit today.

How the fuck is she so pretty all the time? It should be illegal.

You need to focus on the things going on. Not on how pretty Malon is.

You also need to introduce her to milkshakes. You think she'd like them. But that's for later.

For now, you focus on getting your wallet, keys, and any other items you need for a city outing. You glance at the deity mask sticking our of your bag.

You find both comfort and worry in the presence. The mask has the markings that Time bears. And yet it feels unlike him at all.

You shake your head to dispel the thoughts. There's no use dwelling on those things.

Your time is much better spent on other things. Like kicking ass or spoiling the gorgeous red head you're with.

You lead Malon into the local coffeeshop midmorning. The crowd is not dense, but there's quite a few people there anyway.

Mostly, it's college students who take residence in the establishment.

You both look over the menu, and once you've explained the new drink concepts to her, you both step up to order.

"Welcome to Cuthulu brews. What can I get started for you?" The barista at the counter asks with a smile. Their eyes look dead, though. Classic customer service jobs, sucking the life out of people.

"Can I get a mocha but like - not taste the coffee?" Malon asks.

"Uh- maybe?"

"Why don't you get a shot of espresso in you hot chocolate." You suggest lightly.

"I can do that?"

"Sure, you want hot chocolate with one shot?"

"Yes, please."

"What size?"

Malon looks to you, unsure but excited.

"Large, please." You decide, that'll be more chocolate to hide the coffee taste in.

And really, you think you both deserve nice things after the hell you've been through lately.

You don't know what you'd do without Malon. Ignoring your feelings for her she's still been such a help and pillar of support.

"Awesome, can do. And for you?" The barista turns their attention to you.

You order your drink, along with two breakfast pasteries. You want to make sure you and Malon are both eating well enough.

You pay and leave a tip.

While you and Malon wait for your order, she seems to be buzzing with excitement.

"You're more chipper today, good dreams or something?" You ask with a smile.

The smile she turns on you is dazzling, "Sort of. I'm just glad I'm with you mostly."

"Oh, that's sweet. I'm glad I'm with you too, Mal." You smile and then feel silly using the nickname you've only heard her husband use. "Sorry, uh, the nickname is probably weird."

Malon just shakes her head, "Not really! I like hearing you call me that."

"Oh. Okay." You smile, trying not to read into any of this.

But over the time spent with Malon- your crush has definitely become bigger. And you are a lot closer to in love than you should be.

After collecting your drinks and breakfast, Malon leads you to a window table to sit at. Her mood is the highest it's been in a while.

It's good to see her happy.

"You said you wanted to show me something called - a wifey?"

You nearly choke. "WiFi. Wifey is something different."

Malon laughs, but she looks like she said the wrong thing on purpose. But that's got to be wrong.

(It's not wrong. She's teasing you.)

"You're probably right." She says before taking a sip of her drink.

You just resign yourself to a few bites of breakfast pastry. You need a moment. Just to get your mind up and running again.

"So, if we're in your time, don't you have someone to check in with?" Malon asks as she looks you over.

She does that a lot. Why's she always looking you up and down? She's not checking you out. That's just silly.

(She is checking you out. And she thinks it's rude you keep trying to stop yourself from returning the attention.)

"Not really. I'll be gone again soon so it'd just upset them." You say simply.

Because really the longest you've stayed in any time is a week since you got pulled away from the chain. So why bother upsetting people?

"I guess. But I'd want to hear from you."

You laugh, shaking your head. "You're sweet to me."

Malon makes a face, as if amused and exasperated. She does that a lot when you try to wave off her compliments.

"(Y/n), sweetie, you're a lot better than you give yourself credit for."

"Oh. Uh- thanks."

She just smiles, and sets a hand on your hand. "I mean it. You're going to make whoever you end up with very happy ome day."

She has a weird tone, and you almost think she wishes she was who you end up with. But that's ridiculous and probably not right.

"Thank you."

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Time is having a very bad time. Since he saw you and Malon, he's been torn up inside.

On one hand, you're both alive!

On the other hand, you're still who knows where facing threats he can't protect you from.

What a great time.

"You need to eat." Wild says as he pushes the shepard's pie into the old man's hands.

Time looks at him, blinking. Right. Food. He does need sustenance.

"Thank you." Time manages.

Wild just sighs, shaking his head. "You're disrespecting both of them by thinking they're gone."

"I don't - I don't think they're gone... I just think I'll never see them again."

Wild just levels a stern look at Time. He's not paid enough for this. He isn't paid at all, actually.

He will have to talk to Hylia about labor laws. She needs to hear from his union.

First, he needs a union, actually. He'll have to ask Legend for help there.

"What?" Time manages with a strangled edge.

"You're being entirely too pessimistic. Everyone thinks we'll see them again. Even Legend. So are you going to snap out of it?"

Time blinks again, confused and unsure if he should be offended. He's just being realistic!

Right?

"Don't give me that realistic spiel. Stop making things out worse than they are."

"I'm not!"

"We saw them three days ago. They were alive without any immediately fatal injuries, and they were both standing on their own. So unless they've started throwing the same pity party you are, they're fine."

"I'm not throwing a pity party."

"Call it what you want, but you're being too seal-ious."

"You did not just make that pun."

Wild just grins. There is nothing like puns to make people listen to you.

"Is he done making the worst assumptions?" Warriors asks as he makes his way over.

"I don't know. Time?" Wild turns expectantly to the old man.

Time just sighs. "Yes. We need a plan."

"We have a plan." Warriors says, as if it should be obvious.

"Since when?"

"An hour after we saw them. Some of us have been getting shit done." Legend adds helpfully.

"Legend." Warriors sighs. Though he dosen’t seem too far away from the sentiment.

"You didn't tell me?" Time asks, sounding genuinely upset.

"The only people who can pull you out of your spirals consistently are the reason you're spiraling. We tried." Pegend tolls his eyes.

"You're not the only one who misses then, Time." Warriors sits beside Time gently. "You may know Malon the best, but we all like her."

"And we all love (Y/n). Not the way you do, but they're one of us." Wild says firmly, "Twilight is barely keeping it together. You know he hates losing loved ones to portals."

Oh.

Time realizes he's really been disconnected. Of course, everyone else misses you and Malon.

He didn't even think about how the others might feel.

Shit.

"I'm sorry." Time says as he looks between his three companions. "I haven't- been present latley."

"We'll forgive you, this time." Wild gives a little grin, "Just don't get lost in your gear again."

"Deal."

[sumeruin]

♫♪: idée fixe

♫♪: warnings: written by a minor, modern au, yandere, dubcon but both people are into it, sorta blackmail? not explicitly but it’s kinda there, slight dacryphilia, i think that’s it but if i missed anything let me know <3

♫♪: pairing: yandere! heizou x yandere! reader

♫♪: a/n: this idea has been bouncing around in my brain for weeks i needed to get it out of there. not proofread because it’s 6am <3 might write a part two to this later but right now this is all you guys get!!!

♫♪: minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!!

heizou knows what you’ve been doing. he knows that you like to follow him around whenever he does anything, knows that you have a habit of taking his things without asking, knows that sometimes, when you’re sure he’s not home, you go into his room and lay down on his bed while cuddling into his blankets. he thinks it’s adorable, really, though if you were anyone else he might not take as kindly to it, he always feels slightly giddy whenever he looks over the security camera footage in his home and sees that you’ve come over and taken another small, easily replaceable thing from his desk, or another piece of dirty silverware from his meals. he just loves all your sweet little tendencies.

he knows that you have some secrets he hasn’t yet too, and he’s determined to find them out, which is why he’s picking your lock and quietly letting himself into your bedroom in the middle of the night. he knows it’s risky, that even stepping on a single creaky floorboard could be enough to wake you up and blow his cover as the nice, charming detective that would never commit any crime, but he just can’t resist. he’s getting curious about that little notebook you always seem to be writing in, and he needs to find out what’s in it that you’re so protective of.

he’s careful not to walk too loudly as he makes his way over to your desk, his eyes lighting up when he sees that you already have the notebook he’s looking for set out on the surface.

you just make it so easy, don’t you?

he slowly reaches for it and gently paws through the pages, his eyes widening at the hastily scribbled, almost maniacal words that covered every page. he noticed they started out like how a schoolgirl would write about her innocent little crushes, but the longer time went on the more obsessive the entries looked. the first one stood out to him in particular, he could remember it as the day he finally gathered the courage to talk to you and become friends.

“february 2nd, 2020.

valentine’s day is coming up! i can’t wait to give out treats to everyone. someone new talked to me too! i think his name was heizou? whatever his name is, he’s super cute. i think i’ll try to get to know him better later.”

heizou kept flipping through the notebook entries, coming across one with a picture of him taped in it. he took note of how much more disorganized and frenzied the handwriting seemed.

“september 20th, 2020.

today i saw heizou eating in the park, he looked at me and waved and i almost fainted, he actually looked at me! he likes me enough to recognize me! i’m sure he feels the same way as i do.”

he felt a smile creep on his face. why would you want to hide this from him? he thinks it’s so cute how much you love him. unable to resist, heizou keeps flipping through the pages, around the halfway mark he notices that they go from slightly crazed, but still mostly innocent, ramblings to much more explicit, detailed wishes. he also notices that you stopped dating them at some point. he makes a mental note to ask you about later.

“heizou went to a new coffee shop this morning. he got a different order than what he usually gets, i wish i had managed to hear what it was, but the barista was being too loud. she didn’t deserve to talk to him. she took his presence for granted. if i had the chance to make heizou a drink i’d be much more grateful than she was. i hate her.”

he laughed to himself. you’re just so cute. his smile was replaced by a look of shock at the contents of the next entry.

“….i would give anything to be with heizou. i belong to him, everything that i am is entirely his. i wish i could tell him that, but i don’t want him to think i’m just a creepy stalker. what i’m doing isn’t stalking, i’m just making sure he’s safe! i’m sure he wouldn’t mind if i told him.”

heizou had finally found the incriminating evidence he needed. while it wasn’t the point of this trip, he couldn’t deny that he felt himself getting worked up at the thought of finally having you to himself. and judging by your journal entries, you’ve been waiting just as long for him.

he quickly walked over to your bed, notebook still held tightly on his hands, and gently shook you awake.

“what- heizou? what are you doing?” you looked up at him in dazed confusion, your voice slightly groggy with sleep.

“would you like to explain what you wrote in this little notebook? stalking is a crime you know, i could have you arrested.” heizou reached over to cup your cheek as he spoke, laughing at the shocked expression on your face.

“i- i just really like you a lot and i didn’t wanna tell you cause i was scared y-you wouldn’t like me too and so i started following you so i could find out more about you and th-then it got kinda out of hand but i didn’t wanna stop cause i like you so much and i’m so sorry please don’t hate me!” you squinted your eyes shut, waiting for him to reject you while trying your hardest to ignore the burning feeling on your face.

heizou hummed as he examined your features, the tears threatening to spill past your waterline, the way you leaned into his hand on your cheek, practically cuddling it, the embarrassment he could almost see radiating off you in waves. “do you wanna make it up to me?”

your eyes snapped open. “yes! i’d do anything to make it up to you, please let me!” he cooed softly at how eagerly you begged him, unable to deny how much he liked being in this position of control over you.

“if you wanna make it up to me you have to do everything i say without asking questions, ok?” heizou moved his hand from your cheek to firmly grasp your jaw, smirking to himself when he felt you try to nod against his tight grip. “good. get on your knees on the floor.”

as you were moving positions he sat down on your bed, spreading his legs to make room for you in between them. he reached for the waistband of his pants and released his aching cock from the tight confines. “now, you’re going to suck my cock, and if you do a good enough job, i’ll forgive you. got it?”

you vigorously nodded, already leaning in to press a light kiss against the head. you opened your mouth and slowly started to take him into it, making sure to use your hands on the parts you couldn’t quite get to with your mouth yet. you felt his hands come down on your head, harshly pushing you to take him even deeper and making you gag and choke around him, tears starting to bubble up in your eyes.

“c’mon, i’m sure you can do better than that. you do want me to forgive you, don’t you?” heizou knew he was being a little mean, but he couldn’t help it. you just looked so cute below him, so eager to please that you’re choking on his cock and refusing to come back up for air. he knew you’d do it, but he didn’t think you’d be this enthusiastic about it.

you made yourself suck more of him in at the empty threat in his words, his tip hitting the back of your throat and your nose finally hitting the hard muscle of his abdomen as you tried to remember to breathe. the soft, breathy moans heizou let out when you managed it made it all worth it though, and you started bobbing your head with a newfound determination.

heizou couldn’t wait to fuck that determined little look off your face.

[sungbeam]

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

just some of my favorite reads from the past two months! thank u sm to all of the incredible writers out there; i hope u know that u are appreciated and loved!!

**NOTE: check out my rec/reblog blog @rubyten for more !! i definitely have not read a lot lately tho 😅

NCT (all units)

hockey player!jeno having a crush on you (lee jeno) — @loeycity

the hot hockey player who is quietly down bad for u wins the game—and ur heart ;]

11:51pm (huang renjun) — @rnjfy

quick and simple whipped!renjun,,, right in front of my salad

pudding (zhong chenle) — @rnjfy

sucker for chenle, esp when he falls in love w u and the pudding at ur workplace

mark as a boyfriend (mark lee) — @lyyhyuck

need i say more õ_ó (bf hcs for the soul)

00:05 (lee jeno) — @jaehunnyy

bff's debut fic!! she's amazing, the writing's amazing, the comfort is amazing

SVT

scored! (lee chan) — @starlightjoong

i have WORDS abt this fic, and if u want a more detailed ver, go to my rec acct but u need to read this chan fic i love! it! too! much!

or, would you rather it be me? (chwe hansol) — @thepixelelf

one of THE BEST, if not the actual best, soulmate aus i have ever read bye

work husband (chwe hansol) — @wondernus

vernon is v much work husband material; teacher dating teacher au (portrayal of the boys r so well done, i have so many compliments)

toothbrush (kwon soonyoung) — @crimsoncauldron

this soonyoung just makes me incredibly soft 😔✨

my things and yours (kwon soonyoung) — @crimsoncauldron

a perfect scene by scene play of how u and hoshi's tastes find compromise (also quite cute)

my burning heart (won't listen to me) (wen junhui) — @adi--writes

we all know hot is jun's era, now read this w one of his performances fresh in ur mind ;D

game day (choi seungcheol) — @escapewriter

tbh i binged this smau in one go and i am not sorry for it (coups, what a gent)

9:24am (xu minghao) — @maiademia

reia thankfully wrote me a sequel to this one, but hao truly is that bitch™

all my love (ot13) — @ethereal-engene

made me so soft w this one 🫂 bestie hit home; u and svt go to pride together

TXT

cuddlebug (choi soobin) — @bunnybeehun

soooo so soft and comforting :( soobin deserves the world

skittles (hueningkai) — @loveliestfelix

THIS !!! was literally like a :O moment for me lol but kai is quite attractive (；´∀｀)

sweeter than (choi beomgyu) — @yedammi

i had to put this here not just cuz i requested it, but bc kari knocked it outta the park as per usual (beach meet cute!!)

adore you (choi beomgyu) — @koishua

sucker for whipped!bad boys? meet the beomgyu version ^_^

SKZ

beach club (lee felix) — @loveliestfelix

no but like this whole thing just butters my toast, like the chemistry btwn reader and felix, and the sunrises idea mWAH

forgotten keys (yang jeongin) — @mxxndreams

okok i also have WORDS abt this one (i have more abt it on my reblog), but yang jeongin + tattoos + smirks + tank tops = @_@

like a cat (lee minho) — @bunnybeehun

the overarching metaphor is so beautiful and sad, and so well written

ENHA

lmao i have not read much enha lately whoops

part-time barista!jake (sim jaeyun) — @bunnybeehun

the cute barista scenario who thinks ur also quite cute ;3

[sw1mmingfoolz]

花樣年華 : HYYH : profiles 1

synopsis: when vernon and y/n realise their partners are cheating with each other, they strike up an unlikely friendship trying to figure out how it all began

pairing: vernon x fem!reader

y/n's friend group

y/n: eternally sleepy photography major, mark's gf, their relationship is the envy of everyone on campus. never really left her emo phase. jun and wonwoo's best friend. has a knack for befriending literally everyone she talks to. just so nice.

jun: y/n's best friend, lit major with wonwoo, wants to be an elementary school teacher. got into fishing as a really weird inside joke with y/n but ended up actually enjoying it, although he lets all the fish go because he feels bad for them :( works at the coffee shop part time with wonwoo and soonyoung.

jihoon: soonyoung and jun's roommate, has known soonyoung since they were children, music producer doing a music degree even though his stuff is already gaining traction and he taught himself everything already. some say coffee runs through his veins; not blood.

soonyoung: dance major with enough energy to make up for jihoon and y/n's perpetual tiredness. basically a puppy in human form. he makes up dance routines to jihoon's beats but jihoon doesn't know that yet :) does the late shifts at the coffee shop because he "wants to give tired people one last boost of energy before the day ends". dance major.

wonwoo: y/n's other best friend, also never left his emo phase really, also a lit major and also wants to teach (but at college level). works as a barista at the campus coffee shop. people are scared of him because they think he looks mean but he's the biggest softie you'll ever meet.

minghao: soonyoung's fellow dance major and campus heartthrob. ridiculously funny at unexpected times, insanely sassy and everyone's secret favourite. best friends with mingyu and usually y/n's model in projects.

mingyu: film major with slightly pretentious tastes, wants to be an actor, also models a lot for y/n. minghao's clumsy ass best friend and amateur philosopher (so he thinks). also much loved for his two dogs :) every girl on campus has a crush on him and he is completely oblivious.

+ y/n's priv :)

masterlist | next ->

a/n: I considered making the profiles all aesthetic with matchy colours and all but that is not twitter twitter is a wasteland and my layout has never been consistent or pretty so absolute chaos it is >:) also mingyu's header is supposed to be so lq! there is some element of humour to this story at least; as always feedback is appreciated, now onto the next scene! <3

[redhoodssweetheart]

My Best Friend’s Sister

Genre: College AU

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes (This is apart of my 1.5K follower celebration, requests are now closed)

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: Little Angsty, Wanda is rude to the Reader, fluffy towards the end

Description:   Wanda doesn’t seem to like you being Pietro’s best friend.  She tells you one night that it’s because she’s afraid that you would leave him once you realized that he wasn’t ever going to look at you as anything other than a friend.  You tell her that that won’t be an issue because Pietro isn’t your type.

Wanda Maximoff was an enigma to you.  

Meeting her had been purely coincidental since the two of you didn’t even run in the same crowds.  The only reason you knew she existed was because of her twin brother Pietro.  You and Pietro were in the same classes together and when you had been paired for a project you had hit it off nicely and became fast friends.  He was constantly teasing you and treating you as if you were his sister.

Maybe that was because he had a sister so it just came naturally to him.

When you met Wanda you had been excited to meet the most important person in Pietro’s life.  The two of them had been on their own for a while and you didn’t expect to be best friends with her like you were him, but you still wanted to be on friendly terms at least.  But that first meeting hadn’t gone as planned.

“Wan, we’re here!”  Pietro said as he opened the door to their apartment and stepped inside.  He was grinning and vibrating with excitement.

Wanda came around the corner looking like she was ready to go out with friends, “Oh was that today?”  Her gaze lingered on you for a moment, and you felt your smile falling as you saw that she was brushing you off.  You knew from the look on her face that she had no interest in find out more about you, and she probably never wanted to meet you in the first place.  “Sorry, I forgot.  I’m going out with Natasha, Steve, and Sam.”  Then she was brushing past the two of you and disappearing out of sight.

Pietro apologized for her behavior and you told him it was okay, but there was a part of you that was a little hurt by how she had brushed off meeting you.  The two of you had never met before that moment so how could she act like this?  

Things didn’t get better after that.  One night when Pietro invited you over you discovered that Wanda had friends over as well.  That was fine, you knew Natasha and her boyfriend Steve from a class you didn’t have with Pietro and greeted them warmly when the three of you noticed one another.  Wanda was silently brooding into her drink and you steered clear of her since it seemed like she wasn’t your biggest fan for whatever reason.

Months of this happened, Wanda barely gave you the time of day and it got to a point where you just stopped going over to Piero’s apartment.  He understood, he always apologized for his sister’s behavior.  Maybe the two of you were just too different, you preferred nights in with Pietro watching movies and she seemed to like going out and being around groups of people.

Although you couldn’t help the tiny crush that was starting to form.  You would see her around campus with her friends or her brother and you just observed her.  Pietro told you stories about how she was when they were kids still living in Sokovia before they came to the States after their parents’ deaths.  There was a side to her that she wasn’t showing you, the sweet caring Wanda, and you wondered if you would ever get to see that or if maybe whatever it was that made her ignore you would just linger between the two of you forever.

One day you went into your favorite coffee shop to study and get some work done.  It was your favorite place on campus to come and the barista greeted you warmly when you approached the counter.  When you went to take a seat you saw Wanda by the windows with her nose buried in a book.  Steeling your nerves you marched over to her, “Can we talk?”

She looked up and said, “Uh sure?”

You slid into the seat across from her and folded your hands in your lap so she couldn’t see how badly you were shaking.  “Why don’t you like me?”  Ripping the Band-Aid off was the only thing you could do, there was no point in beating around the bush.

Wanda marked her place in her book and mimicked your position, “Why should I try to be your friend when you’re just going to leave my brother like everyone else?  Girls come and go all the time, he wants to be their friend and when things don’t progress further than that they leave.  It’s happened too many times now and I’m tired of trying to make small talk with the girls he’s friends with only to find out two weeks later they’re no longer interested in him because he’s not interested in them.”

So that’s what this was all about.

“Well Piet’s not my type,” you told her.  “He’s honestly like a brother to me.  A really annoying brother, we were studying one time and I fed him after midnight and I swear he turned into Gizmo from Gremlins.”

You watched as she bit her lip before bursting out laughing, it was infectious and soon you joined in on the laughter.  “He is like a little gremlin sometimes, I agree,” she told you.  “So you promise that you’re not going to leave him when you realize he’s not interested in anything other than friendship?”

“Nope,” you told her.

Months later you were staying over at Pietro’s and Wanda’s apartment when Pietro passed out and you and Wanda stayed up talking.  “So you know how when we had that talk months ago and you told me that he wasn’t your type?”  You nodded your head.  “What is your type?”

It had been months of the two of you sharing lingering looks and touches with one another.  It was time to come clean.  “You,” you told her truthfully.

Her fingers brushed against yours, “You’re mine too.”  The two of you shared a shy smile.  “Wanna go see a movie on Friday?”

“I’d love to,” and you could already feel the excited butterflies in your stomach.  You glanced toward the couch where Pietro was still fast asleep, “How are we gonna tell, Piet?”

She chuckled, “Let’s not tell him just yet.  Knowing him he’ll try to butt in.  Let’s just see how things pan out before we go telling him anything.  He’ll make a bigger deal out of it than need be and I don’t want to get his hopes up.”

“He is overly excitable like a puppy,” you giggled.

And that’s what the two of you did until it had been a month and you finally came clean to Pietro that the two of you were dating.  And just like you thought he was excited and wanted to know details.  He was also already planning your wedding.  You handed Wanda a ten dollar bill because the two of you had placed bets on when the marriage topic would be brought up, and clearly you had lost that bet.  But it was okay, you were just happy that he was happy.

[ppangjae]

PLANET GIRL | part 1

SUMMARY. When Jaehyun turned twenty-one, he started to hear his soulmate’s voice singing an unfamiliar song in his head. He should be happy, right? Wrong. There are two things wrong with this:

He’s taken. He’s off the market. He’s in a 3-year relationship and,

The voice singing in his head is not his girlfriend’s voice.

Now what?

GENRE. soulmate!au | cinderella!au | cupid!reader | college!au | fluff | angst

WORD COUNT. 6k+ words

author’s note. after much consideration, i decided to post this fic in three parts so that it’s not as hectic! you know me, i love adding ✨drama ✨ now, before you come at me for posting this and not a made to fall in love update, this first part of this fic has been done since mid-september. i’d rather release it than let it collect dust in my drafts. so yes, here she is. happy reading!

taglist: @billiondollarworth @cafemochi @stae-yong @chanyeolscoon @ggaayyyong @soothingjae @taestannie @plump-peach @oshmendes @lanadreamie​ @justineasian​ @jjpmoans​ @beryllium-io​ @jaeismytamtation​ @noonapabo127 @hanniesbubble​ 

PART ONE. cupid | PART TWO. jupiter | 2.5 intermission | PART THREE. PLANET GIRL

“Mark, get your ass over here before I do it myself!”

“Holy shit, what’s the rush?”

“Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day.”

“And what about it?”

It’s that time of the year again; Valentine’s Day. It’s the day where people fall in love or get their hearts broken. But to you, it’s the day where you’re designated to a new target. To put it simply, you’re Cupid. You are part of a family of Cupid’s. However, you hate being called Cupid, you moreso see yourself as a matchmaker. 

Every Valentine’s Day, you’re designated to a new target. As a matchmaker, it is your responsibility to make your target fall in love within one year. If you fail to complete your mission, you will be stripped of your abilities of matchmaking. 

Last year, your target was Johnny. Johnny was an easy target to work with, for he fell in love with the local cafe barista within three months. The two of them are happily dating now and it’s almost as if they’re still in their honeymoon phase. 

Two years ago, your target was your roommate Mark. It took a while for him to fall in love. He was quite difficult to work with because he was so focused on his studies that he barely batted an eyelash at a human of the opposite sex. But you still managed to do it and all it took was to introduce him to Mina, the studious chemistry student who’s been crushing on him since freshman year. 

But this year, you’re not quite sure who to expect. 

“Are you getting your new assignment tomorrow?” Mark finally enters your room after what seems like forever, falling against your bed. He lands and lets out a soft ‘oof!’. You turn away from your desktop to face him. 

“Of course,” you reply with a quirk of an eyebrow. “What kind of question is that? Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, the day of love and the day of heartbreak.”

“Are you excited?”

“Not the slightest bit.” You let out a tiring sigh.

“Why not?” He frowns.

“Because I have to stress over someone else’s love life for another damn year.” You shrug your shoulders as you explain. “I already have other things to stress out over.”

“You’re always granted a year per love assignment. A year is enough to make someone fall in love, right?”

You laugh. “A year per love assignment? I wish a year was enough. A year goes by with a blink of an eye. Before you know it, it’s Valentine’s Day again.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself. Why don’t you just skip out on the matchmaking just for this year?” He suggests and you shake your head.

“I can’t.” You purse your lips into a tight line. 

He lets out a snort. “I’m sure it’s possible—”

“It’s impossible.”

There are many great things about being a Cupid; you help people fall in love with each other and the outcome is always beautiful. But there are also many downfalls about being a Cupid, one of them being cursed to never fall in love. You’ve always craved the feeling of being loved by someone. As much as you hate to admit it, you’re needy for love. But the closest you’ll ever feel to being in love is witnessing the love being shared by two people, specifically between your love assignment and their soulmate.

You wonder how it feels to have someone care for you. You wonder how it feels to be sought after. You wonder how it feels to hug someone and hold their hand. But you guess you’ll never know because you’ll never experience it.

“God, I want to throw up.”

Johnny lets out a snort as the both of you pass by the seasonal section of the department store. There’s a plethora of Valentine’s Day chocolates on the shelves, along with teddy bears and heart plushies. Seeing the bright, flashing red on the days leading up to Valentine’s Day is surely a sore to the eye. 

“I know, it makes me want to poke my eyes out.” Johnny sighs.

“And what are we here for again?” You ask Johnny as you follow him to the baked goods section of the department store. Your question seems to be answered when you find yourselves standing in front of a shelf filled with ready-made birthday cakes. You quirk an eyebrow. “Who’s birthday is it? It’s definitely not Mark’s birthday, don’t even try to trick me.”

“It’s Jaehyun’s birthday tomorrow, I figured it would be sweet of me to get him a birthday cake.” He shrugs his shoulders as he points between two cakes on the shelves. “This one or this one?”

You point at the plain birthday cake on the left. “This one. You know what would be really funny? If you printed his face on the cake.”

Johnny looks at you and squints his eyes. “You're a genius.”

You have no idea who Jaehyun is. You don’t even know what he looks like. You’ve only heard of him through Johnny. The both of them host the university’s famous evening radio show, Night Night with JohnJae. You’re a listener of their show, mainly because you are supportive of your best friend Johnny. You’re sure Jaehyun is a great guy, especially since Johnny and Jaehyun share good chemistry with each other. You’ll probably get along with him well if you met him. But that encounter has yet to happen. 

As Johnny hands the cake over to the bakery chef to print Jaehyun’s face on it, he turns towards you. “And now we wait.”

“What time do you have to be at the studio?” You question.

He looks down at his watch. “I’ll make it on time. By the way, Mark has been making great song requests by this SoundCloud artist. From what he tells me, the artist is a student from our university.”

You quirk an eyebrow, gulping nervously. “Who’s this SoundCloud artist?”

“Planet Girl.” Johnny pulls out his phone and opens up the music app before handing it over for you to see. You stare at the artist’s profile. “Do you know her?”

You shake your head in reply. “Unfortunately, I don’t.”

“Damn,” Johnny lets out a sigh. “I was hoping you did. Jaehyun and I want her to be a guest on the show, it could probably help her get more attention in the industry.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” you purse your lips into a tight line. “I only know so many people in my program. I have a very small, closely knitted group of friends. They are the only people I’ve known since I stepped on campus in freshman year.”

“I was hoping you’ve heard of her, at least.” He chuckles. “But damn, her music is so good. I can’t wait until her mixtape drops. I’m sure it’ll be such a banger.”

“I should probably check her out.” 

“You should!” Johnny exclaims. “I wonder who she is.”

You fiddle with your fingers. You stare at Johnny who’s scrolling through the SoundCloud artist’s profile, adding a couple of the artist’s songs to his playlists. You blink and with a slight tilt of your head, you clear your throat. “Yeah, me too—”

“I have an order for Johnny!”

11:51 pm.

“Right before we sign off for the night, do you have anything to say to our listeners?”

Johnny has a shit-eating grin spread across his lips. He comes back into the studio with a birthday cake. It’s not just your typical birthday cake. It’s a birthday cake with Jaehyun’s face on it and it’s blown out in an odd proportion. The candles aren’t birthday candles either, in fact, they’re heart-shaped candles, perfect for Valentine’s Day. Jaehyun lets out a sigh. What is he going to do with Johnny?

“I just wanted to greet our handsome radio host slash Valentine boy, Jaehyun, a happy birthday! We have—” Johnny glances down at his wristwatch before continuing. “—nine more minutes before it’s officially Jaehyun’s birthday and Valentine’s Day. And what’s better than celebrating it with a birthday cake?”

“Is that my face?” 

“Who else would it be, doofus?” Johnny scoffs, pulling out a lighter to light the candles. Jaehyun lets out a snort as Johnny starts to sing him a happy birthday. After the happy birthday song, Johnny frowns and sends him a death glare. “Why aren’t you getting emotional? I did all of this to get that reaction?”

Jaehyun gives him a look. “And so as we sign off for the night, I just wanted to thank Johnny for his efforts in kicking off my birthday on a high note. I also want to greet everyone with a Happy Valentine’s Day. Whether you are happily dating someone or admiring someone from afar, just know that you are all in our hearts.”

“Stop being greasy.” Johnny winces. “Anyways, we’re going to sign off for the night with a song request from Mark Lee! Goodnight and see you tomorrow, here is Loose by Daniel Caesar.”

They turn their microphones off and Johnny pushes the birthday cake towards him. “Quick! Make a wish before the candles go out.”

Jaehyun clasps his hands together and makes a wish. With a satisfied grin, his eyes flutter open and he blows out the candles. Johnny’s taking a video of him blowing out the candles before dipping his finger into the icing. Jaehyun gives him a warning look but it’s too late because Johnny smears the icing on his cheek.

“You little shit—” 

“It’s midnight! Happy birthday, Jaehyun!”

12:01 am. 

It all happens quickly. Johnny’s dipping his fingers into the icing to smear more of it on Jaehyun’s cheeks. Jaehyun hears a slight ringing in his ears and his eyebrows knit together. Johnny doesn’t seem to notice how uncomfortable Jaehyun feels until he’s about to smear his cheeks with icing. 

“Jaehyun, are you alright?” Johnny asks him with a concerned look.

The ringing in his ears halts to a stop. He remembers this. He remembers his father telling him that he experienced a distinct ringing in his ears before he started to hear his mother’s voice humming in his head. Jaehyun blinks. The ringing in his ears causes him to see different specks of colours, red, blue, and even green. He feels like his head is spinning. He feels like he’s going to pass out. But it only happens for a brief moment.

Suddenly, he hears a soft voice humming a melody in his head. In an instant, the soft humming in his head stops him from seeing colours and he no longer feels faint. He’s too absorbed in his thoughts to snap back to reality. Johnny is waving his hand in his face to pull him out of his trance. Jaehyun sucks in a deep breath, almost like he’s gasping for air. The soft humming in his head slowly turns into a voice that’s singing an unfamiliar song. He’s never heard this song before.

Johnny sighs with relief when Jaehyun snaps out of his deep trance. Jaehyun looks at Johnny with slightly widened eyes. 

“Johnny, I think we have a problem.”

Johnny snorts. “What are you talking about? You’re probably just tired. We should head back to the dorms before you knock out cold in the studio again.”

Jaehyun runs his fingers through his hair. “R-Right. We should probably go.”

Johnny rests his hand on his shoulder. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s—everything’s alright.” Jaehyun stutters.

No, nothing’s alright. Nothing’s okay. 

His phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out to see a new text notification from his girlfriend. 

ara (12:03 am): happy birthday my love! and happy valentine’s day! i love you 3000.

Jaehyun just turned twenty-one. Not only that, but he just started to hear his soulmate’s voice in his head. He should be happy, right? Wrong. There are two things wrong with this:

He’s taken. He’s off the market. He’s in a 3-year relationship and,

The voice singing in his head is not his girlfriend’s voice.

Well, shit. Now what?

It’s the day you dread with your entire existence; Valentine’s Day. The campus couples flock to the local cafes and parks, the dormitories and even the campus football field. It truly makes you want to throw up. If you could take a shot of vodka for every time you’ve witnessed a couple kissing or giving each other their Valentine’s Day chocolates, you’d be shitfaced drunk by now. 

The only person keeping you sane is Mark. But even with Mark’s presence, he’s too absorbed by the presence of his own girlfriend, Mina. You guess this will do. It’s not like you really have a choice.

Today, you’re going to get your new love assignment. You’re not sure who to expect. Every year, it’s become less surprising and more disappointing. You guess it has to do with your aching desire for love, but you’re not going to dive deep into that. 

You’ll know who your love assignment is when you meet their eyes. When you meet your love assignment’s eyes, you won’t see yourself reflected through their eyes, but their soulmate, their partner you’re supposed to link them to. The moment you witness it, your year to make them fall in love begins. 

Be careful though, time is ticking.

“Can you guys stop talking to each other in baby voices?” You snap at the couple sitting next to you on the picnic blanket. 

The couple had decided to bring you along on their picnic date, just because they figured that you needed to ‘spice’ your life up a bit. You feel like a huge burden to them because whenever you’re with them, all you do is complain about all the things they do as a couple. Could you really blame yourself at this point? 

“Y/N, if only you had a boyfriend, you would know how it feels.” Mina sticks her tongue out at you and you feel your eye twitch. 

Mark lets out a nervous laugh. “Y/N is an independent woman who doesn’t need a man—”

“Yeah, your boyfriend’s right.” You cut him off, looking at Mina dead straight in the eyes. “Got a problem with that?”

“Stop giving me attitude—”

“And stop acting like I didn’t help you and Mark get together.” You snap.

She smiles and laughs sheepishly. As she gets up onto her two feet, she dusts off her straight-cut jeans before pointing towards the local cafe. “Do you guys want anything? My treat.”

“I’ll have the usual,” Mark replies. “Take my card—”

“Babe, no—”

“I’m not letting you pay for our drinks again—”

You let out a scowl, placing some cash into Mina’s hand. “Here. I’ll pay. I’m this close to ripping my hair off my scalp and it’s because of you two.”

“Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?” Mina frowns. “You’ve been petty all day.”

“Get me a double shot on ice,” you mutter. “No sugar or cream. Got it?”

“You’re just like how you like your coffee,” Mina folds her arms. “Bitter.”

As Mina is walking away from you and Mark, you fall back against the picnic blanket. The clouds come by in funny shapes today. You spot a tiny, heart-shaped cloud floating past in the blue skies. You snort, love seems to be everywhere today, even in the skies. Your eyes flutter shut. You’re so close to dozing off into a quick nap until you hear a loud yell from a couple of metres away. It’s too late for you to open your eyes and see who’s yelling because the moment you do, there’s a soccer ball flying in the air. The size of the soccer ball grows when you start to realize that it’s literally going to land right on your face—

“Nice save, dude.” Mark says as he looks at you with amusement. Just in time and with your fast instincts, you managed to cover your face with the palms of your hands to catch the ball. 

Mark’s pulling you up into a seated position. As you sit up, you see someone approaching you from the corner of your eye. 

“I’m so sorry about that!” A soft voice exclaims and you turn to your right. You look up at a woman around your age. She has long black hair and a soft face. She looks warmhearted. Her vibe radiates happiness and happy-go-lucky, welcoming and sociable. Everything you’re not. She’s sporting a soccer jersey and a pair of athletic joggers. “Are you alright? I hope you didn’t get hurt or anything.”

You wave it off. “I’m A-okay. There’s nothing to worry about. Here’s your soccer ball.”

She slightly bends down to retrieve her ball. Her long black hair blocks your eyesight for a brief moment until the wind blows it away. Your eyes meet hers and a soft gasp threatens to escape your lips. 

You’ll know who your love assignment is when you meet their eyes. Her eyes are a nice warm brown, shining underneath the sunlight. You swear you could see stars in her eyes. No, scratch that, you can see galaxies and stars in her eyes.

When you meet your love assignment’s eyes, you won’t see yourself reflected through their eyes, but their soulmate. And indeed, you look at her with slight surprise and shock when you don’t see your own reflection through her eyes. Instead, you see what seems to be a soccer player. The more you look into her eyes, the more information you obtain about her soulmate. He slowly turns around and it reveals his name on the back of his soccer jersey—

“Yuta?” You whisper.

The woman’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. She takes her ball and straightens up her posture. “Thanks again. What’s your name? I feel like I’ve seen you before.”

You snap out of it. “Y/N! My name’s Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

She smiles and her eyes form into beautiful crescents. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Ara. I should probably get going before I run late for lecture. See you around?”

You nod your head vigorously. “Yeah, I’ll see you around. Nice to meet you too, take care.”

You find yourself staring at her as she walks away. Mark looks at you as you seem to fall into a deep trance. He follows your gaze that falls on Ara. “Hey, is everything alright?”

You tear your gaze away from her to look at Mark. “What’s her name again?”

Mark looks at you with a funny smile. “You forgot her name already? Her name’s Ara.”

“Mark,” you gulp nervously. “She’s my love assignment for this year.”

Mark’s face pales. His funny smile vanishes from his face. He looks like he’s seen a ghost. You can’t seem to comprehend the expression on his face but you know that something’s not good. There’s an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach as Mark’s mouth hangs open.

“You’re joking, right?” Mark frowns. “How could Ara be your love assignment? That’s—That’s impossible, I—”

You shake your head. “I’m not joking. I didn’t see myself reflected through her eyes, I saw Yuta—”

“You saw Jaehyun.” Mark cuts you off. “Right? Jaehyun. You saw Jaehyun, right?”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Why would I see Jaehyun? I didn’t see Jaehyun. I saw Yuta, the university’s soccer team player. He was wearing a jersey and he turned around. I saw his name printed on his jersey. Nakamoto Yuta—”

“Please tell me you’re kidding.” Mark winces.

“I’m not kidding!” You exclaim in a panicked voice. “Why would I be kidding?”

Mark palms his forehead and lets out a laugh of disbelief. He shakes his head. You stare at him questioningly. What’s happening? What’s going on? 

“Mark, you’re confusing me.” You say with worry etched on your face. “I am telling you the truth. I saw Nakamoto Yuta reflected in her eyes—”

“Ara is Jaehyun’s girlfriend. They’ve been dating for three years. Now you’re telling me that Ara’s your love assignment and you don’t see Jaehyun reflected in her eyes… but Yuta?”

“Holy shit.”

“I’m back with our drinks! Wait, what’s wrong? Why are you guys looking at each other like that?”

The image of Yuta’s reflection in Ara’s eyes never seems to leave your mind. In fact, it has been the only thing haunting you ever since. The revelation leaves you in nothing but a spiralling mess. You are required to make Ara fall in love with her soulmate, who so happens to be Yuta. But at the same exact time, to complete your mission, you must do something to end Ara’s relationship with Jaehyun.

You wish it was a joke.

It all comes down to whether you have the heart to lead Ara to her destined soulmate and end her relationship with Jaehyun or leave things for her to figure out but lose your matchmaking abilities as a Cupid.

The sticky situation makes you want to pull your hair off your scalp. It makes you want to look up to the heavens and yell at your ancestors for being Cupids, for passing down their matchmaking abilities to every generation after them, and for passing down the curse of never falling in love. 

“Stop thinking about it too much, it’s making you age faster.” 

You glare at Mark. “I don’t even know Jaehyun personally but I’m sure he’s a great guy who deserves everything in the entire universe, not some soccer player and a so-called Cupid to ruin his three-year relationship with Ara.”

“What happens if you don’t make Ara fall in love with her soulmate within a year—oh, Johnny, hey!”

Your mouth clamps shut and your head whips around. Johnny occupies the empty seat next to you and greets you with a light nudge. He nods his head at Mark. “What happens if what?”

Mark gulps nervously. He lets out a squeak. “Nothing!”

Mark makes eye contact with you and you give him a warning gaze. Johnny shrugs his shoulders and brushes off the conversation by starting a new one. “Tonight at six. Jaehyun’s apartment. We’re going to have a chicken and beer night.”

“This is exactly what I needed—” Mark points at him.

“I think I’ll have to pass on that one. I have a—” 

“Uh, no you’re not.” Johnny shakes his head. “What excuse are you going to tell me this time? Your excuses are getting lamer every time. It’s quite obvious.”

You sigh. “I’d rather study. Besides, I have a midterm coming up and the last thing I want is to tank it.”

“It’s just one night. Chicken and beer. Who turns down chicken and beer? With friends, too?” Mark tries to convince you but you’re using your eyes to communicate the idea that this will not turn out well.

“Who’s coming?” You tear your gaze away from Mark when he doesn’t seem to take a hint. You’re reaching for your water bottle to take a quick sip of water.

“It’ll be me, Mark, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Ara,” Johnny recalls the guests from the top of his head. “Oh! Yuta is coming too—”

You choke on your water. As you’re going through a coughing fit, Mark grabs your water bottle to prevent any more water from spilling onto the table. Johnny pats your back. “Y-Yuta? As in, Nakamoto Yuta?”

Johnny smiles. “Indeed. Why? Do you have a crush on him or something—”

“No!” You and Mark blurt out in unison.

Johnny gives you both a funny look. “Okay, geez, I was just joking around. Unless, you do, have a crush on Yuta, Y/N—”

“Look who we have here.” 

It’s a foreign yet familiar voice. You’ve heard that voice somewhere. You sneak a quick glance at Mark, whose eyes are wide like saucers. You could see his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulps nervously. Mark’s eyes trail down to meet yours. 

“Jaehyun! Ara! Perfect timing!”

Definitely not perfect timing. You mirror Mark with the same wide eyes. It’s almost as if you’ve shrivelled up or froze up into an ice statue. Johnny doesn’t seem to notice you shoving your things into your tote bag out of sheer panic. Mark’s eyes dart between you and the newly-arrived couple. 

“Hey, sorry, I completely forgot that I have a meeting with my group for our project.” It comes out as a squeak. Everyone’s looking at you and you can’t find the strength to look at any of them in the eye. But you can surely feel the attention that’s been shifted towards you. 

“Leaving already?” Johnny pouts. “I just got here—”

“Sorry!” You exclaim, standing up from your seat and making a beeline for the exit doors of the study room. You look over your shoulder. Johnny has a cute pout on his lips as he watches you scurry away from them. “I’ll make it up to you!”

“You’ll make it up to me by joining us tonight for chicken and beer!”

When Jaehyun and Ara take up the spot you used to sit at, Mark can’t help but look at Ara with round eyes. He just can’t seem to look at Ara the same way anymore, especially when she’s with Jaehyun. Mark decides to settle his gaze on Jaehyun instead, but he still feels the same. He can’t look at Jaehyun the same way either. The first person that comes to mind when he looks at the couple sitting across from him is Nakamoto Yuta. The second and last person that comes to mind is you.

There are two innocent people being brought into this mess. It’s you and Yuta.

And what’s worse is that Jaehyun and Ara are just as innocent.

You and Mark find yourselves standing in front of Jaehyun’s door. Surprisingly, it’s quiet. You don’t hear Johnny’s loud voice through the thin door. Instead, right when Mark knocks on the door, you hear someone’s faint shuffling that gets louder and louder as they get close to the door. The door swings open and your mouth slightly parts open. This is—?

“Jaehyun!” Mark exclaims, crashing into Jaehyun’s arms. 

You stand there awkwardly as you watch them embrace. Jaehyun pats Mark’s back until his eyes meet yours. Jaehyun. You’ve known of him. But now that you can put a face to his name, you’re immediately brought back to your freshman year, specifically your freshman orientation week. You’ve seen his face before. Jaehyun was amongst the popular freshmen in your year mainly due to his charisma and charm. By the end of freshman orientation week, he had become a magnet that attracted everyone to him. But not only did you remember him from orientation week, but you remember being one of the many people who were attracted to him. He had become your first university crush, but ever since orientation week, you never saw him again.

Until now.

“I’m guessing you’re Y/N?” Jaehyun asks and you find yourself snapping out of your trance. “I’d be surprised if you weren’t.”

You slowly nod your head. “Yes, that’s me.”

“The one that was scurrying away earlier?” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes. “God, please don’t remind me. That was embarrassing.”

“Nice to meet you,” he smiles and oh boy, are those dimples? 

You swoon. Too bad Jaehyun’s off the market. But at the same time, it’s a shame that you’re going to be the one to ruin his relationship and put him back on the market. You muster up a smile. “Nice to meet you too, Jaehyun.”

You and Mark make yourselves comfortable in Jaehyun’s apartment. Your eyes scan the place and just by the small touches to his apartment, you can pick up what kind of person Jaehyun is. From the LP turntable sitting in one corner of the room accompanied by a great stack of records—he has some exquisite taste in music—to the mini fridge filled with bottles of wine, you can tell that he’s a young man with an old soul. You turn to your right when you spot a piano and a microphone stand. It’s a makeshift studio in the opposite corner of his living room. He sings?

“I’ve heard many things about you from Johnny,” Jaehyun starts a conversation as he hands you a can of beer. “And Mark, of course.”

You open the can of beer to take your first sip, making sure to squint your eyes at Mark. “I hope they’re good things.���

He smiles. “There’s nothing to worry about. They put you up to the highest standard.”

You cough. “As they should.”

Mark scoffs. “You’re being too obnoxious right now.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, taking another sip of your beer. “What’s taking Johnny so long to get here? After scolding me for bailing out on every single function, here he is, pulling up later than promised.”

“Speaking of,” Jaehyun says as he stares at his phone. “His uber just pulled up. I’ll meet up with him downstairs. While I go fetch him, make yourselves comfortable.”

Jaehyun leaves you alone in silence. The moment Jaehyun shuts the door, Mark shoots you a cheeky grin. He’s wiggling his eyebrows at you and you can’t help but squint your eyes at him. 

“Why are you looking at me like that—”

“You like him, don’t you?”

You scoff in disbelief. “I do not like him like that—”

“You do.” Mark cuts you off. “I’m getting that type of energy from you—”

“Well, sorry to disappoint, I don’t like him like that. Besides, he’s in a relationship with Ara—”

“He’s in a relationship that you’re destined to end.” Mark reminds you and you frown. “What? It’s true!”

You shake your head and with a stern voice, you say, “I don’t like Jaehyun. I just find him... charming.”

“That’s all—”

“And handsome—”

“Oh—”

“And sweet.” You add. “But other than that, I don’t like him. I’m Cupid, remember? I’m cursed to never fall in love and so the chances of me liking Jaehyun? Very slim.”

Mark smirks. “But you find him charming, handsome, and sweet. Isn’t that more than enough to like someone?”

“There’s a very distinct line drawn between infatuation and love, Mark.” You state with a matter of fact. 

“So, you’re infatuated with Jaehyun—”

“What’s up party people, put your hands up!”

Both of your mouths clamp shut at Johnny’s freakishly loud voice echoing the apartment the moment he walks in. You dumbly put your hands up and Mark lets out a loud cackle. Entering right after him are Ara and—

“Yuta, my right hand and my go-to!” Mark exclaims.

You wish you were invisible, especially when Ara spots you on the couch and sends you a wave. You’re mustering up a very tight-lipped smile as you wave back at her. Great, this is going to be a long night. Jaehyun follows suit, throwing his arm over Ara’s shoulder and pecking her cheek. Mark sneaks a glance at you as you’re tearing your gaze away from the couple to take another sip of beer.

“Y/N actually came for once,” Johnny teases you. 

Everyone gathers around the small coffee-table. Scattered on the small table are three boxes of chicken along with a can of beer for everyone. You’re sitting right across from Yuta, who hasn’t uttered a single word since he got here. But surprisingly enough, his eyes meet yours and you quickly look away. Your heart begins to race. 

And your heart starts to beat much faster when Yuta never seems to break his stare at you for the rest of the night.

Yuta has definitely seen you before but he can’t seem to pinpoint exactly where he’s seen you. It must have been a fleeting moment, where the both of you passed by each other unknowingly. But after looking into your wandering eyes, after watching you chug a can of beer right across from him, he has found his answer.

Valentine’s Day.

He was biking on his way home after a three-hour lecture. Too many couples. He remembers the excessive amount of couples strolling down the busy streets. He remembers having the urge to rip his eyes out whenever he came to a stoplight and spotted a couple sharing a passionate (way too passionate) kiss. But he also remembers the sudden loneliness he felt.

Ara. He’s always found her pretty in her own special way. His first encounter with Ara was when she auditioned for the co-ed soccer team. He was seated at the bleachers as one of the head coaches who chose the new team members. She was everything he adored in someone. It was like she had her own glow whenever she ran down the field, with her hair bouncing as she ran. 

But too bad because she’s—

“Taken?”

Jaehyun let out a sigh on the other phone line. Yuta pursed his lips into a tight line. “Listen, I tried to get those concert tickets for you tonight through my connections. But all of the available seats are taken. Well, there are still some seats but the seats you wanted are gone.”

“Do you have tickets for other seats?” Jaehyun questioned.

“Yeah, but the seats are pretty far from the stage. Are you alright with that?”

He heard distinct chatter on the other phone line. He heard Ara’s soft voice and a smile threatened to escape his lips. Right… she’s taken by Jaehyun. “We’ll take them!”

“Perfect.” Yuta chuckled. “I’m on my way to your apartment, actually. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes to give you the tickets.”

Yuta turned to his right and into a familiar neighbourhood. He slowed down his bike when he reached Jaehyun’s apartment building. As he headed up a couple flights of stairs, he reached Jaehyun’s apartment completely out of breath. The door opened and he saw—

“Oh, hey, Ara.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Is Jaehyun here?”

Ara beamed up at him and nodded her head. “Come in. You look like you’re out of breath. Do you want a glass of water, or something?”

“I’m good. Thanks.” He mumbled, too shy and nervous to utter anything other than those three words. Ara bit her lip to stop herself from smiling. God, why is he so nervous around her?

“Yuta!” Jaehyun said in a sing-song voice, greeting him with a fist-bump.

“Hey—oh?”

Yuta clamped his mouth shut when he looked into Jaehyun’s eyes. Jaehyun’s eyes sure do look pretty, he could see stars shining back at him. But that’s not what he saw.

He saw an unfamiliar woman. He’s never seen her before.

In Jaehyun’s eyes, he saw a woman holding what seemed like a microphone. She had headphones on and her face was illuminated by what he assumed was a laptop screen. She was singing a song he couldn’t hear. Yuta blinked, soaking in every little detail about the woman he saw in Jaehyun’s eyes. But it was not long until his face paled when he realized something terrible.

The woman he saw in Jaehyun’s eyes was not Ara.

Valentine’s Day. It’s the day he dreads the most out of the entire year. It’s the day where he receives his love assignment for the year. He has one year to make his assignment fall in love with their soulmate. But how is he going to do that when his love assignment is Jaehyun? 

Cupids are cursed to never fall in love. Although, Yuta does have sheer hope that he could definitely find love. How could he not, when he’s a hopeless fool in front of Ara? It’s this specific Valentine’s Day that he dreads the most out of all the Valentine’s Days he’s spent. Why? Because while he found out that Jaehyun’s soulmate isn’t Ara, that surely doesn’t mean that he has a chance with Ara. In fact, he’ll never have a chance with Ara. He could potentially be the man Ara will hate the most.

Because one way or another, he must tear Ara and Jaehyun apart.

author’s note. welp, i hope you enjoyed the first part! i should be able to post the second part after all of my midterms. look out for it! thank you for reading!

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Hello! How are you, and I have a request if you wish to do it. So I was thinking of a College AU with Shinsou working there as a part-time employee, then one day fem! reader comes in and at first he is like “Pfft whatever” but then he brings dropping his tsunade behavior and beings growing soft for her while he got to know her and he has seen her rescue a kitten in which he asked to help co-parent their child. He is doing it to get to know her more because he fell for her, but she is a bit oblivious when it comes to ✨feelings✨. I thought this would make a cute HC/ Drabble, however you wish to do it, of how their relationship began to bloom at the local coffee shop.

AAAAHHHH!!!! YES!

Happy Birthday to Shinsou Hitoshi!💜

The most adorable, handsome, and overall best purple headed boy on the show (Fuck off Mineta).

To Take Care of a Stray: Shinsou Headcanons

Barista! Shinsou x F! Reader

FLUFF

As any college student would tell you, cheap caffeinated drinks were a must.

Coffee specifically was a must.

Shinsou was honestly debating if he needed his 3rd cup of coffee that morning or if he could just wing it and go on with an empty tank.

He procrastinated when it came to his assigned project, plus his project partner ditched him, so he was practically all alone figuring his shit out.

And thats how he found himself working at his local coffee shop.

He hated every single customer that would come in at any hour of the day that he work on.

They all demanded his attention and honestly, some days he wished he could just scream in their faces that "No, i don't give a fuck about your pet bird speaking back to you. I'm only here to make you your coffee and take your money."

The cheap coffee was worth it though, so he keeps the complaining to a minimum.

Retail is honestly a "no reward" type of job. The amount of entitlement that some people have baffles him at times.

Around his second year in college he ends up working the late shift to make some extra cash. It also meant less people coming in and demanding an overly complicated drink. Score!

The sound of the rain pouring down helped calm his nerves and allowed him to relax for moment before the door of the shop swung open.

"Oops, sorry. Didn't mean to do that." The first time you walked into the shop you accidentally pulled the door with too much force that it ended up slamming into the wall.

Shinsou immediately didn't like you.

Who the fuck was this woman?

You went up the counter and told him your order taking out your money and handing it to him.

Clean and simple. Nothing special.

Then you came back again a few days later. That really fucked with him.

Most customers came in and never bothered to talk to him. He wanted their money while they wanted the shitty coffee they sold. Easy, right?

Nope, not with you apparently. You came in and asked about his day, how his studies were going, and if anything interesting happened in the shop.

He would respond with brief answers and immediately ignored you afterwards.

You were just so annoying.

..Ok, maybe not.

You were funny, the way you fumbled and played it off as you being intentional.

The way your mouth would widen into a smile anytime he spoke back to you.

You weren't overly energetic, nor overly happy. You were just nice, nice to him.

He wasn't use to that.

You fascinated him just because you existed and he wanted to learn more about you.

He got his chance on the 5th time you came in.

You usually came in at a specific time, always when there was barely any customers, but today you didnt' show up at all.

He wont admit it but he got concerned and would keep looking at the clock on the wall and back to the door of the coffee shop.

When you finally came in, you had scratches on your hand and on your cheek.

"What the fuck happened to you?" He leaned onto his hand that was placed on the counter top. His body relaxed and only showed boredom.

In reality he was terrified, you had scratches on your hands and red streaks too. Why?

"Oh, i was just- i fell into a bush." You gave him a smile that made his heart flutter and legs go weak.

He was so happy he was leaning on the counter because he hadn't he would have fallen onto the floor.

Your smile just had that affect on him.

"How stupid can you be? Look were your going next time."

"Aww, thanks sir!"

Good mood was gone. He told you not to treat him like your friend, thats not what you both are.

...But he really hated that you took that very literally and didn't bother to at least call him by his last name.

"Hmm." He gave you your usual and answered the questions you had for him that day.

You started to come in 4 times a week and every time you did he would notice new scratches on you.

The scratches weren't that bad, he thought maybe you were one those "adventures" types, but the red marks were concerning him.

When he would ask you about them you always had a different excuse for them.

"My backpacks straps are bit rough."

"I placed my arm wrong on the table"

It was this or that but never a concrete answer.

It was happening every time you came in so something had to be wrong.

He gathered up the little cuarage he had and decided to ask you what you were doing.

"Why do have so many scratches on you?" You werent expecting him to be so blunt but you happily told him to meet you after his shift at the nearby alleyway.

He was suspicious of you but he was also curious, he desperately needed answers because the concern for your wellbeing was getting to be too much for him.

He followed your instructions and walked towards the alleyway you directed him to.

When he turned the corner he saw the most beautiful scene in the world.

You were surrounded by cats...and you were giving them food.

He could die happily then and there.

"W- this is why you show us with scratches all over you!?" You nodded but got up and walked over to a cardboard box that was tucked under a bigger box.

You told him to follow and when he crouched down to see what was in it he saw two huge eyes staring back at him.

"You've been- this little thing is the reason for your scratches?"

"Yep!"

He laughed at you and helped you feed all of the cats.

When the two of you finished up, you picked up the box that the small kitten was tucked in and gave it a pat on the head.

"What are you going to do with the kitten?" Shinsou asked you.

"Well, i wish i could take it with me but i don't think i'd be able to take care of it since i work early in the morning and have classes late at night."

Shinsou's mind started planning.

He really liked you and wanted to be around you more often.

Shit, if he was brutally honest he had a crush on you.

"Well, i have classes early morning while i work at night. So...why don't we co-pa-... i mean co-care for the little guy?" He knows his ears were red, he knows his face was starting to turn red as well.

But he wasn't about to admit that he really wanted you to say "yes".

"Uh, ok. Sure!"

Shinsou was over the moon with this and it was all going so perfectly as well.

The kitten would spend the mornings with you and in the afternoons the two of you would meet up to take care of it together.

You both decided to name the kitten Mieko.

""Beautiful blessing child", thats a cute name! Why do you want to call him that?"

"Because...i want to- y-you idiot. Stop asking so many questions!" You just laughed at him and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

Shinsou melts.

Shinsou would bring the kitten with him to work since his boss had a soft spot for animals.

Imagine how exited he was when you first invited him into your own apartment.

"You have your own place? Color me impressed."

"Thanks Shin." Shinsou blushed a little at the nickname. It had been over a month that you both agreed to take care of the kitten together.

The more time he spent with you the more he fell.

"I hope you like the umm...book." This was another thing that started after the two of you began to co-parent the kitten. He would bring you gifts and act like it meant nothing.

Reality is that he was courting you.

He expected you to make a comment on his gifts but you glossed over them like nothing.

It was getting on his nerves.

"Aah, hey. Do you want to take Mieko out for a walk...again."

"Was that a question or a demand?" You laughed at him

You made it look easy with how much you make him blush.

The more time you both spent with each other, the more Shinsou realized he was truly in love with you and wanted you to be by his side.

But he was facing a problem. You.

You wouldn't pick up on the hints he was dropping on you. His interest on you.

So one day he decides to just tell up upfront if you would like to go on a date with him.

"Hey Shin, do you want to go on a date with me?"

Shinsou. exe has stopped operations

"W-wha-"

"I'm joking buddy! But seriously do you want to go out to eat? I think Mieko would-"

"W-WHaT!? F-fuck no!" That upset you because you thought he might like free lunch.

"You could've just said no." He was losing you, again.

Fuuuuuuuck!!!!!

"N-no wait! What i wanted to say was umm, would you like to go out with me? Like a date! N-not like friends."

You both just stared at each other for a moment, the silence only making the situation worse.

"...Sure."

Mieko, your child, just blinked at the two of you.

"These two ridiculous humans are my parents, great." At least this lead to Shinsou moving in with you and Mieko having a permanent home now.

Double the pats for the two new people in your home, double the purring sounds, double the angry and grouchy cats begging for your attention.

Who wold trade this? You got to cuddle with the two most adorable people in this world.

"I'm not fucking adorable Y/n!"

"Shush Toshi or you're not getting cuddles and kisses."

"....fine."

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Coffee & Meetings

Relationship: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Innocent!Reader Warnings: stalking, drugging TW, manipulation, Summary: Prequel to Pastries & Memories - Bucky sees you day after day at a bakery and decides you’re just perfect for him. All from Bucky’s POV. A/N: someone suggested this on ao3 and i really liked that idea so I hope i did it well! I am thinking about expanding this to a bit of a mini-series... :)

Masterlist

Six months earlier…

He first saw you on a Monday. A bright, sunny, lovely Monday morning. He hadn’t even been looking for you — hell, he hadn’t really been looking for anyone.

Bucky was planted at a little table in the corner of a coffee shop, sipping on a dark roast, watching people come and go on the sidewalk. It had become his new morning routine, an interesting yet annoying suggestion from his therapist. She had become concerned he was too into his previous routine. She wanted him to step out of it for a bit, expand horizons, maybe even find a hobby. The craziest thing he had done yet was this — drinking overpriced coffee at a local shop.

He had to admit, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Sometimes he looked forward to this new start to his day. Everyone at the shop was always nice to him, amazingly. They didn’t mind him dilly-dallying, nursing his coffee, as he people watched. They even had a bakery attached which was part of the attraction to the place for Bucky. He had smelled their pastries one morning and was hooked.

As Bucky sat watching the people, he was contemplating getting an almond croissant to go when something caught his attention. From the corner of his eye, like a little flash, he had seen someone that made him perk up.

It was her. It was you. You were standing in front of the bakery entrance debating on going in. You looked between the coffee and the bakery sign. You checked your phone then you walked in. Bucky watched as you entered the bakery, your face bright with the kindest smile he had ever seen as you greeted the cashier. He didn’t have to hear your voice to know it was contagiously joyous.

You were like a little tease standing around all those baked goods, flicking your hair over your shoulder as you pointed at which donut you wanted. Bucky suddenly felt hungry for something else. Especially when you bent over to point at the strawberry glaze on the bottom row.

But then you were gone as fast as you had come. He watched you from the window as you got back on the path to wherever you were headed, he guessed your job. Your hair blew in the wind. Your skirt bounced as you walked proudly, your hand grasping the box of donuts tightly.

Oh, yeah, Bucky thought, this new routine was definitely what he needed.

***

You quickly became the most exciting part of Bucky’s day.

With his cup of coffee and hawk-like gaze, he’d sit at the little coffee shop table, watching the world outside the window. You’d come strolling by fairly early, looking so classy and professional. He figured you worked in an office which seemed very unnecessary for a girl like you. You didn’t need to work, he decided. You were too beautiful, clearly too bright, for that.

But you never seemed to recognize this yourself since you were constantly strutting past in your blouse and skirt, stopping in every day to collect some new pastry for your coworkers.

The way you talked to the bakery staff was what really won Bucky over. You were so gentle and patient when the kid behind the counter fumbled with the boxes or accidentally grabbed the wrong item. You’d still shoot them your lovely smile and make light conversation as they rang you up.

You were too generous, especially noted by the strawberry cake you had purchased one more for your work. Whoever was on the other end of your kindness better appreciate it, Bucky thought. He also didn’t miss your obvious love for strawberries.

Bucky watched you for a while, almost for two whole months, in that coffee shop seat drinking in every inch of you. The baristas didn’t seem to mind his lingering. He always made sure to order two cups as some sort of compensation for letting him sit there and watch his girl. Yes — his girl, that was what he had marked you as in his mind. You hadn’t noticed him yet but Bucky wasn’t sweating it. All in due time, he silently promised you.

It took Bucky a few days to gather what was needed. You still weren’t noticing him but he was way past being bothered by that. He had been screwed by life enough to know that sometimes you just have to take what you want. Sitting around waiting and hoping was for men who had patience. He was over it. Little worked out for him so now he had to make it work.

The morning of the commencement of the plan, Bucky stood in his kitchen double-checking the items needed. Content with it, he carefully drew up the correct amount of light sedation into the syringe. It wasn’t anything crazy and apparently affected the mind first, body second. You’d be on autopilot for a bit, walking more like someone who was just having a rough day. But that wouldn’t be an issue because Bucky would be there. He’d be able to escort you to his apartment, simply appearing as the concerned, protective boyfriend among the sidewalk pedestrians. He got a bit giddy just thinking about it.

Moments after you were properly sedated, he’d need to administer you another drug in a timely manner. This one would be focused on memory loss. He’d discovered it on some corner of the black market while originally on the look for types of sedation. Apparently, this drug was part of some sort of failed spy mission in Europe. The seller swore it boasted good results, citing studies conducted. Bucky looked into it and agreed. After some clumsy navigation in the world of online shopping, it was his within a few days. The concoction seemed like it would do that job.

The goal was to pretty much scramble your brain just a little bit. Nothing crazy like making you totally forget key components of yourself but still hit a point where you didn’t have enough to fight Bucky’s word on, well, anything. This drug wore off, though, so he would have to come up with ways to get it in your system over the course of your relationship. It was still worth it to him. He wasn’t stripping you off your personality, just some little details here and there. You’d still be his shining girl, just only now focused on him.

The final items laid out were various feet of rope. Bucky was being overly cautious with this. He didn’t know if anything actually was going to work. What if you woke up and realized you weren’t in your apartment? That you were being watched over by a stranger? You were bound to panic but he understood that. If need be, he could restrain you while he figured out the right way to go about it all. It would never be to hurt you, of course — in fact, he felt it was more for your safety than anything.

After another run of the mental checklist, Bucky gathered the syringe and headed out to the coffee shop. The idea was fairly simple. After you came in for a box of pastries, he’d head out behind you, try to chat you up a bit. He had some old moves he could flex. Once you got comfortable enough, he’d make the move and then lights out. By the end of that day, you’d be making yourself comfortable in his apartment.

Bucky practically fawned over the idea as he walked. He had taken some steps earlier in the week to add some things for you in the apartment like ladies’ toiletries and new outfits. He had even finally purchased a real couch. All for you, so you could have a home. A real home. With him.

Bucky was still lost in his daydream as he sat in the coffee shop, looking between the clock and the window. He waited and waited and waited. The syringe growing heavier and heavier in his pocket as the seconds went by.

The clock struck a new hour. Something Bucky never planned for was unfolding: it didn’t look like you were coming today. He almost about lost it there. Almost went into the streets stomping away in anger. Everything was perfect, how could you just be the only missing piece? Did something happen? Were you okay? Gosh, he should’ve got to you sooner—

Your hair suddenly came into view. You were walking furiously, just glancing at the bakery this time before deciding not to go in. You looked anxious which certainly wasn’t like you. He wanted to crush whatever was making you feel such a way. But Bucky had to snap his thoughts back. You weren’t coming into the bakery. He wouldn’t be able to follow you out, to casually build-up to this moment. His heart was pounding. He panicked.

In a moment of stupid impulsivity, Bucky quickly left the coffee shop and began racing to catch up to you. He took long strides, quite amazed by how fast you walked in those heels, but it didn’t take him very long to now be right on your tail. Few more steps and he was able to pop up right in front of you. You jumped at his sudden presence. Bucky smiled, finding you so amusing.

"Sorry to bother you, ma’am, but I think you dropped something." He lied through his teeth so gloriously, way too easily. It was just the right comment to get you to stop in your tracks but didn’t completely scare you off.

Your brows furrowed, adorably confused. You looked down, searching for whatever it could be. "I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t think I did."

Sir. The word stuck with him a bit. Maybe after some coaxing, you could always be calling him that. Bucky didn’t have much time to think about this, though, as you began to step around him. You had taken his moment of silence as a way to evade him. Smart, but frustrating. A mix of annoyance and anger shot through him. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into him quickly. You let out a yelp in surprise. He ignored it and before you could ask any questions, the syringe was plunged into your neck. To outsiders, it looked like a couple in some weird embrace, but to Bucky, it was just the beginning of something beautiful.

He got you back to his apartment fairly easily after that. You were eventually out cold and the next step of the process could begin. He was pretty much banking on the memory loss solution. Not a very religious man, Bucky still said a silent prayer as he administered it.

He took a step back from his bed, watching you look so at home knocked out on it. It was a wonderful sight, one he was saving in the back of his mind, even though he’d now see it every single day. Feeling quite content with how smoothly that all had gone, he had nothing to do now but wait for you to wake up.

Bucky took this free time as a chance to begin cutting off connections you had. Thankfully, your bag held your laptop along with other necessities like your phone and wallet. He was pretty thankful he wouldn’t have to try to get into your work to grab your devices. That would rely too heavily on whether or not you overshared. No one would believe he was the concerned boyfriend if just last week you ranted about how single you were.

Sliding onto a stool at his kitchen counter, Bucky set up your laptop. The first thing he noticed was your lack of password. You were too trustful, too good, and that was only example A. Bucky suddenly felt so relieved he had you in the safety of his apartment. There were lunatics out there.

Bucky navigated your laptop fairly easily. While he was pretty new to the technology scene, he could at least find the basics and you weren’t exactly running some government-level device. With a few simple taps and clicks, he was writing out messages to your boss and family.

He put in your letter of resignation, something short and vague, to your boss at the public relations firm you were an assistant at. Lower level work, not even anywhere near the big dogs. No wonder you constantly brought in treats for everyone. You were hoping your kindness would get you ahead. Bucky shook his head at your naivety.

A simple Google search showed him you were not the only assistant to the head of the firm. You probably wouldn’t be missed. The pastries, maybe, but you? An assistant? Someone would take your place within the week. Bucky was turning out much better for you than he had realized. He mentally patted himself on the back as he moved onto looking into your family.

Scrolling through your email contacts, it appeared you only had a sister for immediate family. No mentions of parents and… sure enough, another search brought up an obituary for your mother. No mention of a father. Even better, he thought. You needed that strong, guiding force.

A few scrolls through your current email thread with your sister and Bucky found out she was studying abroad. Could this all get any better? Nothing was in the immediate area of a threat. He responded back to the last email your sister had sent. Copying your language the best he could, he dropped some hints that you wanted a vacation. In just a few more exchanges he could drop the news that you were off in paradise. Correspondence could easily fizzle out and your sister would be too caught up in her European dream to notice an absence.

If this ever called for any more attention, Bucky figured he could easily invite her over. It’d take some training but you’d eventually remember your sister — or, what Bucky would plant in your head about her — then you’d happily host a dinner. Introduce your two favorite people to one another. He bought himself enough time to spend with you.

Of course, Bucky realized he got very lucky with you. He had done some minimal research beforehand but everything had been behind sign-in walls. He didn’t know if he was really ready to break into social media and instead decided to risk it. If all had gone to shit, like you having a real big, caring family or a prestigious job, there wasn’t anything a little talking couldn’t fix.

But Bucky had also kind of already knew you as he watched you day in and day out. He had felt that dire need to be comforted, to be loved, to be cared for, to be protected behind those cheery smiles and generous small talk. You always tried too hard as if you needed everyone in the world to love you, to praise you. That wasn’t it at all. You just needed him. And he needed you.

Lost in his dreamy thoughts, Bucky nearly jumped out of his skin (leave it to you to be the first person to actually scared him) when your soft voice called from the bedroom doorway.

"Excuse me," You said, nervously fidgeting as you slowly walked from the hall into the kitchen. "W-What’s going on?"

Bucky shut your laptop quickly and hopped down from the stool. He gave you a warm smile which you seemed to try to return. So obedient and caring already and you didn’t even know why — yet.

"Hey, doll," he said, keeping his voice steady and gentle. "You okay? You laid down for a nap earlier. I was worried you were getting sick." He placed a hand on your forehead pretending to check your temperature. Thankfully, you allowed it. After a moment, he pulled his hand away with a curious hum.

You frowned, obviously confused, much more than you were earlier. You looked totally clueless at the situation. It was the best reaction Bucky could’ve ever hoped for.

You glanced around the living space. "I- Yeah, I think I’m alright… I’m sorry, I can’t seem to remember much. Who are you?"

Bucky chuckled, "I’m your boyfriend. Bucky. And this is our apartment. You remember, don’t you, honey? Maybe you’re just still a bit sleepy."

He watched as you blinked a few times, probably wrestling with whether to admit you really didn’t remember anything or to go with the lie. If you were a good girl, like he predicted, you’d settle with the lie.

"Oh." You bit your lip and eventually nodded. Jackpot. "Of course. Again, I’m sorry. I must’ve been really tired." You glanced over at the clock. It read just before noon. "I’m a bit hungry. Would you like anything, B-Bucky?"

He smiled. "A sandwich would be great, doll."

You nodded once in acknowledgment then began hunting for everything you needed in the kitchen. You looked a bit confused at first but slowly Bucky saw you get the hang of it. He took his place at the kitchen counter again, sliding the laptop out of your sight.

He sat there waiting and observing as his new girl began making him lunch. It was a sight he had dreamed of, but Bucky also knew this was too perfect too soon. You were bound to stumble within time but that was okay. He would have to fine-tune the details later but he was already complying some ideas on how to shape you into who you were destined to be.

Yes, he had a long way to go, but it would all be worth it if he got to come home to you standing in his kitchen whipping up a special treat like the sweetest housewife to ever exist. Because that certainly would be the next step down the line — making you his darling wife.

[moonctzeny]

The Bet

au+trope+prompt game: coffee shop!au Mark + enemies to lovers + is that the best you can do?

pairing: mark lee + fem!reader

other members as background characters: lucas

genre: fluff (only some suggestive stuff)

word count: 3,796

warnings: slight objectification of reader, suggestive stuff, heavy making out, a boner, i guess a stockings kink

summary: “When you took that part time job as a barista at your local café, you only cared about grabbing your check while doing the least work possible. But when your supervisor, Mark Lee, keeps getting praised and winning ‘Employee Of The Month’, you offer a bet, to prove him that he’s no better than you. The outcome? Your relationship changing forever.”

a/n: hbd baby <3

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It started off as just a little part time job.

College life was not easy to cope with financially, and eating instant noodles for a week straight could only save you so much money. So when you saw the ‘Barista Wanted’ sign at the cafe that was just a block away from your house, you didn’t miss your chance for a few extra bucks. And that’s all that job would be for you. Doing the least work possible for the minimum wage you were given, if it wasn’t for him. Mark Lee.

Mark was sweet, honestly. He greeted you with a smile when you first came in and showed you around. He was a bit shy when he awkwardly stated that he was kind of like a supervisor there. But the way that the boss would go on and on about how great he was, every Monday morning, was starting to get annoying. So was his ability to always save your ass whenever you made a mess in front of your boss. So was his picture hanging in the “Employee Of The Month” frame right from across the bar. That kid won that title every.single.month. And no overtimes, sweeping or mopping from your part seemed to change your boss’s mind.

It all began when you and Lucas, another part-time worker whose shift started right after yours, were talking about whether you would make rent this month. Mark was sitting next to you, occupied with organizing some cups by size, but decided to chip in.

“Well”, he sighed “guess we’re just gonna have to eat the rich. Or take that pole dancing class you mentioned, Lucas.”

The taller boy found it funny, letting out his signature giggle and you would too, if Mark’s damn “Employee of the Month” picture wasn’t staring right into your soul, mocking you.

You rolled your eyes. “Not all of us are lucky enough to get that sweet I-love-kissing-the-boss’s-ass bonus every month, Lee”. Lucas whistled at your comment, used to your bickering but still very entertained.

“Careful how you speak to your supervisor, y/n or you’ll never get to be employee of the month”.

“Oh please”, you scoff “having extra keys to the back exit and cleaning the coffee machine twice a week? That’s wayyy too much responsibility”.

Sarcasm was dripping from your voice, but you were only half lying. You didn’t give a flying fuck for the position. You just wanted it because he had it. And that certain “he” was starting to get a little tired from your constant degradation. Mark smirked at you, but anger was evident on his expression.

“You should be thanking me, you know. At least you get to mooch off of my tips”.

Lucas yelled a drawn out “ooohhh” but you could barely hear him. Your eyes were piercing Mark’s, too busy keeping yourself from blurting out every profanity that came to your head in that moment. Instead, you took a deep breath.

“You think you make more tips than me?”, you asked calmly. Cockier than ever, the boy instantly replies with a “I know I do”, never breaking eye contact. This was your chance, you thought. The chance to prove yourself and shut him up for good.

“How about we make a little bet?”

Mark raised his bow-shaped brows, focusing his attention solely on you.

“Let’s put separate tip jars next to the cashing machine for the rest of the week. If I make more, you’ll convince the boss to remove that horrible frame for good”. He followed your eyes to his picture on the wall, and nodded.

“And when I win?”, he asked curiously and you chose to ignore his little play on words. You furrowed your brows, trying to think of a good motivation for him, as if his competitive nature wasn’t enough.

“OH! OH!” Lucas interrupted, “she can go on a date with that creepy friend of yours that always comes to the cafe to see her!”

Mark’s eyes instantly lit up at the idea. He handed out his pinky, looking to seal the deal with you.

“Bet’s on”, he said, with a seriousness that looked foreign on his cute features, and motioned to his pinky with his eyes, urging you to intertwine it with yours.

You sighed and walked away, muttering a “God, you are so lame”, but the next morning you came to work with a jar with your name written all pretty on it.

You didn’t really have a strategy per se. In fact, you had completely forgotten about the bet, too busy preparing orders and running around. You were cleaning up for Lucas to take your place in the shift, when you felt Mark looking down at you from the other side of the counter that usually separated you from the costumers. “May I be of help, sir?”, you asked him mockingly, not bothering to spare him a glance.

“You should wear those white thigh highs. You look cute in them.”

“Huh? What?”, you ask in confusion, still cleaning the surface carefully.

“In your date with Jason”, he explained with a teasing tone in his voice, Jason being his ‘creepy friend’ as Lucas calls him. Why did he have to piss you off right when you were ready to go home?

You continued to ignore him, only muttering a “I’m not going on that date”, when you hear a clinging sound and finally look up at Mark.

“You sure?”

He was holding the two tip jars, swinging them around. To your horror, Mark’s had more than twice the money than yours.

“WHAT??” you let out and immediately regretted it when some costumers looked at you like you were crazy. You continued with a whispered yell, “How the fuck did that happen??”

Mark grinned at you and lifted his shoulders innocently, before walking away. He must have cheated by slipping in coins when you weren’t looking, that sly motherfucker.

That’s it, you decided, on Wednesday you were going to spy on his every move.

After watching him intently for the whole morning, you came to the conclusion that Mark had a way of making everybody like him. Whether it was him memorizing the regulars and their orders, or asking them if they knew some random Will Smith song about Miami, he was always the textbook example of an eager, smiley and pleasant barista. Even you smiled at the sight of him fumbling with the pen when two pretty girls gave him their names to write on the coffee cups. He flashed them a smile and mumbled an apology, and you watched as they cooed at him and left a very generous tip. You were almost convinced by his adorable act, when he turned around and winked your way.

Ugh, you hated Mark Lee.

You decided that making a better connection with the customers was the way to go. You weren’t the type to start a conversation about the weather out of the blue, nor did you know any Will Smith songs, so you decided on drawing a little doodle on the cup next to their names with every order. The younger ones thought it was a nice addition to their snapchat story, the older ones found you cute. And as they came back for a coffee refill, your jar started filling up as well. It wasn’t much but you were getting closer to reaching the 3/4 of Mark’s tips, so you were pretty happy with yourself.

You were drawing a little heart for a latte when you smelled his cologne. You felt his breath pushing away at the hairs that were sticking out from your ponytail at the nape of your neck. You hated how it sent a shiver to your spine, how it made your hands a little shaky and how the heart drawing turned out a little wonky.

Mark was your “enemy” and your supervisor and Mr. Annoyingly Perfect but Mark was also hot. You would never admit it, but you even had a little crush on him when you started working there. You might pull a disgusted face every time Lucas tells you that the solution to your constant bickering was to “just fuck already”, but you wondered whether it was his oblivion to your crush that made your little hatred towards him grow. And you’d be lying if you said that you never stared at his cute ass sticking out of his apron a second too long, or that it didn’t turn you on when he got pissed at the ice getting stuck in the blender.

So now that he was almost pressing against you from behind, closer than ever, you wouldn’t mind at all. That is if he didn’t open his god damn mouth.

“Really?”, he scoffed “Is that the best you can do?”

His tone was so condescending that it made you furious, pressing your nails in the paper cup, and you were surprised that the liquid didn’t spill everywhere. He gave you a victorious smirk from getting that reaction out of you, and you wanted to punch it right off of his face.

Oh, that meant war.

On Thursday morning, you walked in looking the best you’ve ever looked for a morning shift. You had your hair in pigtails, hair bands matching the color of your lowcut dress. Your lengthened the straps of your apron, your cleavage not leaving much to the imagination.

It was ridiculous, you thought, how many tips a push up bra can get you. It only took a couple customers for the word to spread and the horny men to line up at the cafe. You batted your eyelashes at them, the “Good morning, I’m here to serve you, how can I help you sir?”driving them nuts. You had to say it every time, shop’s policy, but now it sounded more suggestive than ever. You were disgusted by their gawking eyes and terrible attempts at flirting, but you had a goal.

And hell were you winning. You weren’t sure if it was your jar that was filling up at an amazing rate or your outfit, but that was the first time you ever saw Mark make a mistake in his orders. You swore you felt his gaze following you around all day, murmuring something to himself every time a customer asked him if the pretty girl could serve them instead.

It was the end of the shift, and you were happily chatting with Lucas as you were cleaning up the counter. He was doing a terrible job at keeping his eyes away from your chest, but when it came to someone as good looking as him, you really didn’t mind the attention. You took your apron off and started folding it neatly when Mark took your wrist and dragged you into the storage room.

He held a bunch of wrinkly paper towels in his hands. You noticed something was written with a pen messily on each of them.

“This is the seventh phone number that a dude has given me today”, he told you as he stared into your eyes, careful not to move his gaze any more south. It was your turn to mess with him.

“Well good for you”, you said with a smile, “Didn’t know you were so popular with men, Mark”

He closed his eyes, trying to control his temper, and shoved the towels towards you.

“They’re for you. They asked me to pass them to you. After the third guy I forgot what their names were but you can figure them out yourself”. You took them from him with a quiet “oh, thanks” and he sighed.

“You can’t come in here looking like that. This is a workplace.”

You looked at him with wide eyes and fake innocence. “Like what? What’s wrong with my outfit?”. His patience was running short.

“Why don’t you ask Lucas” he replied, with a tone that started to piss you off.

“If you can’t control your hormones like you’re some teenage boys, that’s not my prob-“ you start but he cuts you off. You had never seen him act so stern.

“We have a dress code. Maybe the boss can remind you, if you want”.

It was the first time Mark had actually pulled the supervisor card on you and you felt a little hurt by the coldness of his voice. You swear you saw a bit of instant regret in his eyes but you decided to leave the matter alone, and left the storage room after ostentatiously throwing the phone numbers in the bin next to the door.

Friday was the last day of the bet. You didn’t show up with a flashy outfit, because 1) you didn’t want to risk losing your job for a stupid bet and 2) because straight men were annoying and so were their pickup lines that you didn’t want to deal with. You did wear the white thigh highs Mark mentioned though, with a skirt whose length followed the dress code, just to tease him a little bit. You had never worn them in work before, but when you ran across Mark one day on your way home from a girls’ night out, both a little drunk and disoriented, he didn’t hide his admiration towards them.

He noticed right away when you walked in the café this afternoon. Fridays were the only days when you took the later shift instead of the morning one. You hated it because that meant having to work with Mark until closing, and due to his perfectionism you’d always be staying with him overtime, cleaning every inch of the place, and never participating in any Friday parties that your friends hosted.

You were a little worried that things would be awkward between you after your little argument yesterday, but when he pointed at your stockings and asked if you were “dressed up for the date already”, you knew he didn’t keep any hard feelings and neither did you. What you didn’t expect was his jar to be as full as yours, if not more.

You panicked, and took Lucas to the side, making him promise that he would tell you if he had cheated while you were gone or not. He shrugged.

“Sorry, pretty, no cheating. A high school visited the park across the street as a field trip. The girls went crazy over him. Pretty sure they spent all their allowance here”.

At that you dropped your shoulders in defeat and worked your shift with a pout on your face. You wouldn’t take the humiliation of losing the bet, especially after the little stunt you pulled on Thursday. The hours went by agonizingly slow, and the moment you were dreading finally came.

You turned the “Sorry, we’re closed” sign at the glass entrance door, as you were mopping the floor. All the costumers were gone, and your boss had left the keys to you and Mark, asking you to lock up instead as he had ‘an errand to run’. You wished that your coworker would somehow forget about your bet and spare you the embarrassment, but instead, he gave you a devilish side smirk and motioned you to come closer.

He emptied his jar first, and started counting out loud in front of you, insisting that you do it out together so as not to pull any “funny business”.

40 bucks. It wasn’t bad, it was good actually, and you groaned, now feeling more nervous than ever.

Mark on the other hand, relaxed his shoulders and happily started counting your tips this time. His smile started to wear off, though, as you did much better that he thought. You were neck-to-neck, figuratively and almost literally, as your heads nearly bumped together in deep concentration.

“37,38,39,40…41,42,43” he whispered out and you couldn’t believe your eyes.

You won. You actually won. You never had to see that stupid “Employee Of The Month” frame ever again and most importantly, you were finally better than Mark at something.

You let out a high-pitched squeal, jumping up and down excitedly on your spot, strikingly different that the boy next to you, who was frozen in place.

“I woooon” you teased him with a sing-song voice “and you looooost, loserrr”

It was an understatement to say that Mark was fuming.

“It’s not fair!” he yelled and pointed an accusing finger towards you. You rolled your eyes and walked further back, next to the counter with the coffee machines, happily swinging your hips.

“Don’t be a sore loser Mark, I won fair and square”

“I’m not a sore loser!”, he whines, “I was at a disadvantage!”

You raise an eyebrow and turn towards him, to see that he had taken a few steps at your direction. “Oh yeah? And what is that?”

“You’re hot!”, he groans and rubs his hands over his face. “Hell, I would die from a caffeine overdose if it meant seeing you with your little pigtails and that top and that smile, ready to ‘serve me, sir’”

You could feel your ears and cheeks turning on fire and you’d blame it on the flattery, but his horrible high-pitched impression of your voice was what made you too angry to fully process what he said.

You grabbed a syrup bottle from the counter behind you and pointed it towards his face.

“Ugh, Mark! You’re so annoying! Why do you always need to be the best at everything!”

You barged into him, squeezing the bottle over his face. With his quick reflexes he swiftly grabbed your hand, successfully immobilizing you, but you had already managed to get a big, fat line of syrup right across his lips.

In a moment of clarity, you stopped resisting and became aware of the position you and Mark were in. You had moved backwards as a result of your fight, the countertop digging in your lower back. His one hand was grabbing at your lifted arm by the wrist, the other resting on the marbled surface behind you in an effort to detain you. To top it all off, you stared at the mess you made on his lips, coupled by the unreadable look on his eyes.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought. This is your supervisory/n! You know, the guy in charge when the boss is gone? The guy that you basically jumped because of a stupid bet? That you actually won? But will still get you fired?

You were getting ready to move away and profusely apologize to Mark, your eyes frantically moving from his eyes, to his lips, to his “Employee Of The Month” picture from across the room. He, however, stayed still, only releasing your wrist to now place his hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Clean this mess”, he demanded, in a tone you would have never expected from Mark, “immediately”

In the seconds that followed his demand, the tension between you two was thicker than the drizzle that still decorated his mouth. He came even closer, your noses only a centimeter apart, his fingers pressing on your face lightly.

You were worried whether you read the room wrong or not, because if you did, your next move would most certainly get you fired.

He could barely hear your whispered “here to serve you” before you finally closed the distance between you.

You pulled his bottom lip between your lips, your tongue shyly sweeping across it, collecting the syrup that was starting to dry into a sugary paste. He was soft like a cloud and tasted like caramel. You repeated the motion for his top lip when you felt him melt into your kiss. The moment was sweet like the taste in your mouth, but it changed as soon as you felt him grab the back of your thighs, lifting you on the top of the counter.

You matched his hunger by sucking on his bottom lip this time, determined to clean him up as best as you could. He moaned your name into the kiss, his fingertips digging in the inside of his favorite thigh highs. Your skirt had well ridden up, allowing him to pinch the fabric of one of them.

“These” he started, his lips now sucking on your neck, “almost cost me my supervisor’s position with all the messing up they made me do”

He let the elastic snap against your thigh, earning a small gasp from you and you decided to tease him a little.

“Is that so huh? Because I’m so hot? With my boobs and my pigtails and my willingness to serve?” you ask with a laugh, and you feel him smile against his deep kiss over your pulse, grabbing your legs to scoot your ass and pull you closer.

“Because you’ve been driving me crazy ever since you got this job. And because you look so fucking sexy when you’re mad”

His boldness made you desperate as you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled him back up into a passionate kiss. It was sticky and hot and full of tongue, and you felt something poking on the inside of your thigh before a loud noise made you snap and pull away from each other in shock.

You looked at the floor to see a, thankfully not broken, but dismantled blender, that you must have pushed off the counter in the heat of the moment. You stare down at Mark as you both laugh at the situation, his hair messy and lips swollen and you know you definitely mirrored his look.

He cleared his throat. “Uhh, not that I don’t enjoy this, cause I really do, but if we keep at it Lucas is going to be the next Employee Of The Month, and not only is that ridiculous, but we would both basically lose our little bet”

You laughed at his comment and let your feet dangle awkwardly, your cheeks heating at the thought of what might have happened if you two had kept going.

“I’m sorry for being such a bitch about your framed picture” you said with a small voice, avoiding his gaze “you don’t have to take it down”

He smiled at your attempt at peace as he picked up the blender pieces and skillfully riveted them in place. Your eyes suddenly widened before adding, “I will NOT go on a date with your creepy friend though”

Mark giggled at that and shook his head before returning his eyes back at you. His cheeks were flushed a crimson red, deep in thought.

“How about me?” he blurted, “I mean, how about going on a date with me instead?”

You nodded your head, reaching a hand out to fix the messy locks out of his eyes.

“Yes. I think I’d love that”

[lemonietrinket]

nct/wayv masterlist

number of works: 48+

begun: 20/08/2019 last updated: 11/12/2020

key

request ✤ musical ♫ halloween/spooky ☾ christmas ❅ oddball ♧ idol birthday present ✧

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drabbles

Not the Reason ||| Taeil x Reader ✧ ||| fluff, mild angst ~ taeil finally admits something small, and maybe its a step towards the biggest confession of them all

Arms ||| Johnny x Reader just fluff ~ sleepy cuddling with johnny

Pro Gamer ||| Taeyong x Reader ✧ ||| fluff lol ~ playing animal crossing with your boyfriend, and hes not having a lot of luck

00:13 ||| Taeyong x Reader timestamp ||| angst mostly, fluff ~ late at night you hit a depressive spiral after feeling very ignored by your friends

Yuta x Insecure!Reader angst, reassurance fluff ~ because of your insecurities with your body, you make sure youre never as physically close to your boyfriend as much as you want to be. yuta wants to fix that ~ warnings: body insecurities (kept vague, but focusing around chest and stomach), general feelings of upset, tears, swearing (1x f**k)

Epilogue ||| Kun & Reader smutty undertones, lil fluff ~ prequel to ‘Candy Baby’, involves a soft, embarrassed and ultimately curious kun, and an accidentally nosey reader

Peace ||| Kun x Reader big fluff ~ waking up with kun is great—but you know what is also good? falling right back asleep again

Victory ||| Ten x Reader fluff, humour ~ sad ten wants cuddles and mean reader wont give him any

Merigold ||| Jaehyun x Reader angst with tiny fluff ~ when buying flowers for your date, you end up falling in love—with the wrong guy

Safe Haven ||| Mark x Reader big fluff ~ while waiting for your boyfriend to come home, you sit curled up on the sofa, stuck on the edge of sleep

Catgroove - Parov Stelar ||| Hendery x Reader ♫ ||| humour ~ pranking hendery with a classic

Pair ||| Jaemin x Reader ✤ ||| solid fluff ~ you wait for your boyfriend to come home so you can spring a surprise

reactions

How NCT would comfort you after a bad day fluff, bit of angst, some curse words ~ kind of just what it says on the tin

How NCT 127 would react to accidentally hurting you fluff, some tiny spicier elements, but they’re so mild, attempts at humour, tiny bits of angst in some? ~ scenarios in this are only very small things, and are mostly he members being clumsy/forgetting to be a bit careful in normal everyday situations—no one gets really hurt!

How NCT Dream would react to you getting the hiccups pure fluff, humour

Small Displays of Affection in Domestic Life with Dream pure fluff and bad humour 

oneshots/imagines

Stay ||| Taeil x Reader fluff ~ boredom strikes you in your tired state, leading you to think back on the night before

Dreams Come True ||| Johnny x MakeupArtist!Reader ✤ ||| fluff, small angst if you squint, some more inferred heated elements ~ johnny is kind to all the members of staff, and so you believe that he thinks no differently of you

Kestrel ||| Johnny x Reader ♧ ||| wistful angst, fluff ~ youre on the cusp on a huge change in your life, but a part of you cant let go, and youre not sure how youre supposed to

Lie to Me ||| Johnny x Reader subverted angst, fluff, smutty undertones ~ you and johnny dont agree on everything. and this time neither of you are great at backing down

Save A Nation ||| Johnny x Reader ❅ ||| humour, lil fluff ~ unistudent!johnny knows how hot he is. oh he knows. he also knows that a certain someone has had a crush on him for a very long time. and he also knows youre not confident enough to address it. but this is the catch for you, you see: because he is

Candy Baby ||| Yuta x Reader ❅ ||| lil fluff, humour, lil smutty undertones ~ you and your boyfriend are shopping at a special lingerie store. though not for the reasons that anyone may first expect…

Entranced ||| Yuta x Reader fluff, lil smutty undertones ~ waking up in yutas arms in the morning, bc who doesnt want that

Mishap ||| Yuta x Reader humour, lil fluff? ~ yuta is not known for his woodwork skills. he is also not particularly known for any common sense that would also come with it. however, good things can be made of the worst scenarios, and yuta is not completely inept—no matter what winwin tries to assert.

Cosiest Place on Earth ||| Kun x Reader big fluff, some humour ~ where Kun is relaxing in peace, and a certain someone decides its a prime time to ‘annoy’ him 

Home ||| Kun x Reader ❅ ||| big fluff ~ just cuddling with your long-time boyfriend after a busy day with the rest of wayv

Snow Drift ||| Kun x Reader ❅ ||| fluff, humour ~ going sledding with your boyfriend, what can possibly go wrong?

A Good Reason to Break the Law ||| Doyoung x Reader humour, fluff ~ doyoung does love you. and you wouldnt really call yourself a rule-breaker. yet you always find a way to worry him—which isnt particularly difficult, if you were honest

Baby Baby ||| Doyoung x Reader ♧ ||| fluff ~ a long day out leaves both you and bf!doyoung exhausted, and though its nowhere near over yet, you at least you have each other

Dinosaur ||| Doyoung x Reader fluff, humour, heated elements ~ doyoung was worried to meet your family, but he needn’t have been

Definitions ||| Doyoung x Reader ❅ ||| fluff ~ you’re studying with doyoung after returning home for christmas

Fail-Safe ||| Ten x Reader ❅ ||| big fluff ~ cuddling late at night with your slightly clumsy boyfriend

Aster ||| Jaehyun x Reader ✤ ||| fluff, mildly heated elements ~ just some calm, soft times in bed with a very shirtless jaehyun

Ladder ||| Lucas x Reader ❅ ||| humour, fluff ~ you love your bf lucas, you really do. but sometimes, his chaotic tendencies led him into all kinds of trouble. and you never, ever laugh at him. totally. not even when he puts himself in a compromising position. not even once.

Spirit ||| Xiaojun x Reader ✤ ||| fluff, little bit of sad ~ bed cuddles with your boyfriend after a hard day

Look Down ||| Mark x Reader angst, bits of fluff ~ mark invites you to a pretty bridge at sunset to finally confess to you

Ready ||| Mark x Reader ✧ ||| fluff ~ first time hand-holding with a shy, slightly awkward bean

Beautiful Like the Moon ||| Jeno x Reader ✧ ||| fluff ~ moongazing with your boyfriend to celebrate the end of his birthday

Strength ||| Jeno x Reader fluff ~ even with a cold you cant be stopped, and jeno loves you all the more for it

Sun vs Sun ||| Haechan x Reader humour, fluff ~ playful times out camping with hyuck and the others. but mainly hyuck.

Lung Crusher ||| Johnny x Reader x Haechan ✤ ||| fluff, humour ~ after a long day, you and johnny are peacefully dozing on the sofa. you expected the two of you would be left alone, but youd be wrong

Loved ||| WayV x Reader ✤ ||| big sad, big fluff, big humour ~ everyone needs to be taken care of sometimes, no matter how strong they are. and so when you come home from an awful day in the outside world, you are blessed to have several people come and pick you up again, setting you back on your feet ~ long fic ~ - NOTE: this is the old version of a new multiparter fic seen below, named Love. This version, Loved, will not be edited or updated but will be kept up for the slightly different series of events that it follows in comparison to its new version.

multi-parters

The Code ||| Doyoung x Barista!Reader slight angst, some fluff, mostly a mystery ~ doyoung has a thing for a barista at the best cafe in town, and after finding out the boss there is super strict, he counts his chances out. however, a bizarre set of events lead to an opening for someone clever enough to take it, and luckily his heart has chosen well. Part One ~ where doyoung remembers a special moment and confesses much to his own regret Part Two - coming soon ~ where doyoung begins to find strange numbers on his averley recyclable cups

King and Lionheart ||| King!Jungwoo x RoyalKnight!Reader ♧ ||| angst, fluff ~ inspired by the song of the same name, jungwoo is your king who you serve with your life, and you are his beloved knight in shining armour Part One ~ where you flee with nothing but the clothes on your backs and one another Part Two - coming soon ~ where you fight

Love ||| WayV x Reader ✤ ||| reader big sad, lots of fluff, quite a bit of yearning & foreshadowed drama Main Story ~ everyone needs to be taken care of sometimes, no matter how strong they are. and so when you come home from an awful day in the outside world, you are blessed to have several people come and pick you up again, setting you back on your feet. though, not everything is as a clear cut as you perhaps once thought ~ long fic ~ - slow updates - Ending One - Kun - coming soon . Ending Two - Ten - coming soon . Ending Three - Sicheng - coming soon . Ending Four - Lucas Extra Special fluff, soft angst ~ ft jungwoo & reader; you and xuxi have an impromptu slumber party where your feelings are finally admitted to one another with the accidentally prompting on jungwoo’s behalf . Ending Five - Xiaojun Jigsaw Puzzle fluff, bit of humour ~ after finding the hedgehog’s plastic bowl broken, you and xiaojun head to the pet store to buy a new one . Ending Six - Hendery - coming soon . Ending Seven - Yangyang - coming soon

Camping ||| NCT 127 & WayV x Reader fluff, some spicier elements sometimes ||| choose-your-own-story Start - in progress: 9,575 words collectively so far - - slow updates - ~ where you go camping with nct 127 & wayv, and end up in the most boring tent after dark during a small storm

extra

Vibe Checking NCT ~ don’t ask just read

[a-detraque-barista]

Marigolds and Sea Water

Yandere Siren Jimin x Reader, a little bit of Yandere Siren Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: yandere themes, possessive Jungkook, graphic killing, character death, mention of 

Word Count: 3.1k

“Come on, come on! Wake up!” your voice was frantic as you held the half fish-man in your arms. You brought him underwater again and back up.

    You had found him washed up on the shore. He was barely breathing so you tried to keep him alive by bringing him back into the water. So far nothing was helping. He still had a pulse but it was faint. You went deeper into the ocean so you were just barely touching the ground. Taking in a deep breath you went underwater and swam as far as you could. You didn’t want to let him go but you also couldn’t hold your breath forever. You could feel your eyelids drooping and your lungs burning. Seeing the man’s eyes flutter, you smile.

Everything went black after that.

When your eyes fluttered open you looked around to see plain white walls and the consistent beeping of the monitor next to you. Confusion took over your whole mind. You couldn’t piece together where you were or how you got there. It didn’t help how you began to feel nauseous. You felt a sharp pain in your chest. What was going on? 

“Y/n please calm down, you’re in the hospital,” a nurse came rushing in after getting notified of your escalating heart rate. She took your hands and tried to get you to calm down, “Breathe, in and out.”

Eventually, you were able to calm down enough for her to explain how you ended up in the hospital. Someone had used your phone to call an ambulance but they were gone before EMS arrived. The nurse had also explained that you have gotten pneumonia from the water being in your lungs. To fight the infection you have to take antibiotics every day, twice.

You suspected the aquatic man had saved your life, even knowing enough about society to call an ambulance to help you. Staring up at the ceiling you were thinking about what to tell your boss when you went back to work in a few days. She didn't take lightly to excuses for not coming into work. As long as you had a doctor’s note, your punishment wouldn't be too harsh. 

The doctor came in and said you would be able to go home within a few hours but you had to stop for your medication before going home.

You lived in a small town so it didn't take you long to walk to the pharmacy and home. The sun was setting and the wind was getting stronger. It felt nice but you just wanted to get home and sleep in your own bed. 

    The next day you took a walk along the shore as you silently hoped to see the mysterious sea creature that you met the other day. With no such luck, you went home to spend the rest of the day lounging on your couch while catching up on your favorite show you haven’t been able to get to in a while.

    You kept going back to where you found the man ashore, every day. However, every day, there was no sign of him.

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    Three weeks later you were laying in your bed. You had just woken up, looking over to your alarm clock, the big red numbers read 3:58 AM. Groaning, you reluctantly sat up and dug your palms into your eye sockets. Why did you have to wake up so early on your day off? It was a tragedy nobody should have to suffer. 

    You decided to go for a swim since it was warm enough and you needed something to do for another two hours until your favorite coffee shop opened up.

    Choosing a random spot to set your towel and bag, you took off your coverup and walked into the water. You dove into the water once you were in decent depth. Most people would have been traumatized and wouldn’t go near the water ever again. But you didn’t really care, you loved the ocean and you weren’t going to let that one moment ruin it. You broke the surface and slicked your hair back as you stared up at the moon. It was full and bright while there were no clouds in sight. You began to float on your back as you daydreamed while gazing at the stars. 

    Dreaming of what could be and what could’ve been when you felt something wrap around your stomach and pulled you under the water. You struggled as much as you could but whatever grabbed you wrapped its arms around yours. You stopped kicking and tried to look behind you but it stopped you by digging his face in your neck. Your air supply was running low, noticing this, he brought both of you up to the surface. Taking in a deep breath you were able to level out your breathing.

    “I forget you can’t breathe underwater sometimes,” his voice was smooth and light. The airy chuckle he let out was endearing. “I tried to stay away from you for weeks. But I just couldn’t do it.” His arms tightened around your middle. “I needed to see you again. And hold you again. Even only for a little while.”

    He unwrapped his right arm from around you to grab your wrist. You felt your skin tingling the more he held your wrist. When he let go of it, he took your forearm and bent it upwards so you could see the marking he left. It looked like a bracelet that held charms, a moon crescent, stars, and waves were now embedded into your skin like a tattoo. Hugging you one last time he whispered, “I’ll be back for you.”

    With that, he sunk back into the water and swam off before you could even process what had happened. You swam back to shore and quickly dried off and grabbed your things. The sun was already beginning to rise so you had to quickly take a shower and get dressed before the morning rush hit the coffee shop. 

    Once you saw your favorite barista working through the glass door you practically skipped up to the counter. He laughed the whole time as he watched the way you were walking. You loved being able to make him laugh, he was usually a very shy person.

    “Gooooood morning, Jeongguk,” you rested your arm on the display case full of baked goods right next to the register.

    “Good morning, Y/n. Your usual?” Jeongguk tried to hide his smile as he typed in your order.

    “Yessssss, could you add a muffin? They are calling out to me.”

    “Are you sure that’s not just your other personality?”

    “I would say something if that weren’t true,” you both laughed as you talked while waiting for your drink.

    Jeongguk suddenly stopped talking as he noticed your wrist. His eyes became dark as his coworker handed you your drink. You put both the bag and the drink in your left hand before looking to Jeongguk with your eyebrow raised. You reached out to poke his face but he quickly grabbed your wrist. He stared at the marking intensely before asking, “Who gave you this?”

    You had never seen this side of Jeongguk. He was usually all smiles and witty comments. You were concerned about how fast his mood changed from seeing a marking from a mysterious seaman. Not knowing what to tell him you began to stutter, “I-I um, well, it’s kind of hard to-to explain Jeongguk.”

    He said nothing for a while before he finally let go of your wrist, “ I’ll be over at your house to talk after my shift. Don’t go near the ocean. Got it?” His eyes were dark as he looked at you from under his eyelashes. You were too confused to respond causing Jeongguk to grab your wrist again and say, “Got it?”

    He let go of your wrist after you nodded quickly. Exiting the shop, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Today was becoming too much for your heart to handle.

    You drank your beverage and ate your muffin at your coffee table while watching cartoons that played early in the morning. You had almost forgotten about Jeongguk coming over as you lost track of time.

    Your concentration on the cartoon was broken when you heard knocking at your door. You slowly set down your drink and stood up to open the door. There he was. In his all-black outfit and parted hair. You’ve had a tiny crush on Jeongguk for a while now. How could you not when he was so attractive, made you laugh, and was always kind to you? But you’ve never seen him like this before, angry and seething.

    Without asking, he walked in while pulling you with him. He kicked the door closed and brought you to stand in front of him.

"What are you doing?" your voice was shaky as you watched him bring your wrist up to his mouth. His dark eyes stared into yours. You felt him smirk against your skin before he let out a humorless chuckle.

“You have no idea what this is, do you?” watching your head shake, he sighed before explaining, “It’s a mark that sirens leave on their mates to keep any unwanted creatures away. But I’ve waited and waited till the day I could finally mark you as my mate. I won’t let some wild beast take you away.”

After he said that, he bit into your wrist. Hard enough to break the skin and cause you to bleed. Jeongguk pushed you back until you hit the wall so he could pin your other arm and both legs so you wouldn’t be able to struggle. You couldn’t move or get a word to come out. It’s like you were practically frozen. You didn’t understand what was going on. Your brain going into overdrive to try and process everything that’s happening. Jeongguk was biting into your wrist after practically telling you that he was a siren just like the man you had saved from the beach. And saying that you were his while confessing he had been waiting to mark you. What the hell was going on?

He didn’t pull his teeth back until he was satisfied with the fading of the mark. If the mark was taking this much to get rid of then the siren that had given it to you must be incredibly strong. 

As an apology, Jeongguk began to lick the blood and your wound. He never wanted to hurt you but it was a small price to pay to get the stench of another siren off of his beloved. He made sure the wound had stopped bleeding before he pulled away to look into your eyes. Surprisingly, you had kept quiet the entire time with the occasional whimper. He thought you would scream and curse at him but you did nothing as stared as if in a daze. Maybe you really did love him as much as he loved you. He smiled as he took you in his arms and held you tightly.

He brought you over to your couch and had you lay down so he could lay on top of you. Jeongguk rubbed his face against your chest and wrapped his arms under you. He had dreamed of this for so many months. Ever since he met you when you first moved to town from your big city life. How could he let someone, that hadn’t even known you for as long as he did, take you from him?

Jeongguk had practically fallen asleep right away. While you were left staring at the ceiling. So much has happened within several hours that you were exhausted but your mind was running too fast for you to fall asleep quickly. Over time, as the sun was hidden behind the clouds, you finally fell asleep.

Your eyes slowly opened as your pupils adjusted to the dim lighting. There was barely any light, only the light reflecting off of the water. Your legs were in the small pool and the rest of your body laid on the hard rocky surface. Your eyes were still unfocused as you examined what looks to be a cave. Trying to sit up you felt an arm bring you back down.

Looking over, you saw the man you had saved from the shore. He didn’t say a word. Just staring at you as you tried to get the strength back in your arms and legs. From where you were laying it seemed there was no other exit except the pool your feet were in. There may be one behind you but you can’t see it from there. You felt the arm around your middle tighten.

“There’s no point. I’m the only way you can get out of here.”

You made eye contact with the man who you assumed saved you before you drowned. His eyes were gold, they reminded you of the marigold flowers that grew around your house. 

“Why did you save me?” he whispered while he gazed into your eyes like he was looking for something.

“I couldn’t just leave you there. You were gonna die. Or worse, someone else found you that would…” you didn’t know how to finish your sentence. Whatever this man was, he wouldn’t be saved from the bottom of their heart. He would be saved to be experimented on or worse. 

All of these or worses made you want to crawl deeper into this cave. Humans were disgusting, even if you were one.

“I could ask the same thing,” you said quietly as you stared up at the ceiling of the cave.

“You saved my life, I had to save yours,” he rested his head on your shoulder before growling. 

He sat up to sink deeper into the water. He could only stay above the surface for so long. This finally gave you the chance to sit up yourself. You were a little sore but nothing too serious. From here you could really see him. His light blonde hair was slicked back with a few stray hairs falling into his face. Which brought your eyes to the bluish scales adorning his cheeks, down his neck, arms, and to his tail. His hands that reached out for your legs were webbed as there were short sharp nails at his fingertips.

“It’s time to rehydrate, my love.”

“Rehydrate?”

He grabbed you by your calves and pulled you into the water with him. He held you by your waist, “We can’t stay out of the water too long or we’ll die.”

“Um, I’m human. I should be out of the water most of the time,” it was obvious you weren’t like him.

    The man didn’t say anything, all he did was examine your features. You could see the color of his eyes more clearly from here. Not only were they an abnormal color but the pupils were also different. They were eight-pointed stars. You had never seen anything like them. Being this close to him also made you realize he was still a stranger, “I don’t even know who you are.”

    He finally blinks and thinks for a moment. “My name’s Jimin. But you can call me anything you want,” his voice was soft and smooth. It almost put you into a daze. “And what’s your name, my love?”

    “Y/n,” Why was his voice so soothing? To any other stranger you would reluctantly give your name, most of the time a fake one or none at all. Why did you give it up so easily? And why was he looking at you with such intensity?

    “What a wonderful name,” he breathed, his face was already so close to yours. He began to hum an unfamiliar melody as he slowly twirled the two of you in the water. 

    Wait...how did you get here? The last thing you remembered was laying down with Jeongguk on your couch. Nothing was adding up. “Hey Jimin?”

    “Yes?” he stopped humming to listen to what you were going to say.

    “What happened to Jeongguk? And how did I get here?” you tried not to overwhelm him with too many questions so you could get the answers you needed to the more important first two.

    “Well, Jeongguk and I made an agreement. Long story short, I’m the winner that gets to win your heart,” he sung with a sing-song voice. 

    Of course, Jimin didn’t want you to know that he murdered your dear friend. Jeongguk had idiotically explained how the two of you have been friends and how he has been trying to make you his mate for months. This only caused Jimin to fill with rage and kill Jeongguk. Jimin ate his heart as all sirens did when challenged and came out victorious. Leaving the rest of the scraps to the sharks. This underwater world was dangerous and feral which is why Jimin must protect you from all harm. Even from the surface world. 

    He sang as loud as he could towards your house, hoping it would be loud enough for you to hear through your walls. Luckily, it was just enough to seep through your open window and into your ears. You were still half asleep by the time you stood up but you made it out of your house and to the beach rather easily. As soon as you were waist-deep in the water, Jimin pulled you down and slipped something similar to kelp into your mouth and had you swallow it. Holding your face, he waited until he saw you breathe to make sure it had worked before grabbing your hand and swimming off.

    Now here you were, dancing in the water with the siren that had taken you unknowingly. He began to sing as he sunk further and further down with you still in his arms. You tried to push away from him but his grip became tighter and his voice got louder. Even as you sunk deeper into the water you could hear his voice. Everything was becoming darker and darker the further you went. You looked to Jimin worriedly but all he did was give you a charming smile before you finally succumbed to his voice and let all of your worries swim away. 

    Sirens can live for thousands of years while humans could barely live for one hundred. That’s why Jimin needs to make you into a siren just like him. The only way to do that is to mate with you. And he very well can’t do that on the surface or near it where others can see your beauty, right? He’ll break you from his spell but not until he’s got you completely within his grasp, in his home, at the bottom of the abyss.

[aquidragon]

Purple (Part 1)

Spencer Reid x Reader Summary: Spencer sometimes considered his eidetic memory a curse, however when he spots a gorgeous woman crossing the street with a purple ribbon, he can’t help but fall heads over heels for her. However, there’s more to her than it seems... Warning(s): Mentions of blood and alludes to violence Word Count: 2.2k A/N: Here’s my first ever x reader series! Thank you to @criesinreid​ for beta-reading this for me! (Part One: Here) (Part Two: x) (MASTERLIST) ---

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      Spencer Reid POV

It was a sunny Tuesday morning when I saw her, with beautiful h/c hair that was tied with a purple ribbon. Maybe it was because of the color, since purple was my favorite, but I felt like I was drawn to her. I watched with a rather stupid expression as she walked past me, with a wide smile from across the street. I felt my heart flutter and my face get warm. She was gorgeous. My eidetic memory allowed me to picture her smile and her shining h/c hair as she chased after her friends. After a few days, I caught myself imagining holding her hand and taking her out on dates. Would she like attending the library with me? What kind of genres did she enjoy? I could tell that she at least could read, since she was holding a few books close to her chest as she ran. I could no longer focus the book I held in my hands, the words seemed jumbled and scrambled. Nothing made sense, except for the woman that had blessed my very mind. The few seconds that I had my eyes on her, I couldn’t get her picture out of my vision. I let out a small sigh as I closed my book, allowing my mind to drift to her again.

“Pretty boy has got a crush.” The familiar teasing voice of my colleague joked from right above me. I looked up from my slouched position on the jet’s couch, I snorted, brushing over my lower lip with my tongue. “I-I don’t have a crush.” I responded, which I knew wasn’t convincing as Morgan laughed and took a seat beside me. 

“Come on, you’ve been staring out into space.” He gently patted my shoulder, his dark eyes just dancing with playfulness. “So, who is she?” The older FBI agent asked, earning a small groan from me. “I told you I don’t have a crush.” I unintentionally let my voice lift up an octave, which gave away my lie. The look on Derrik’s face made me sigh and finally give in. “I saw this girl across the street from the coffee shop I frequent before work, Morgan she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” I knew it was rather dramatic, but it was true. “Well, did you get her number?” My co-worker asked, I shook my head sadly. “I didn’t get to her, she was running after some friends.” The sinking feeling in my chest began to drag down my mood. I suddenly felt like a dunce, how couldn’t I have just ran to her, asked for her name, her number, anything? 

I cursed my inept ability to flirt, or talk to women in general. Looking at my friend made my brain begin to curse itself. I wasn’t as confident as Morgan, I couldn’t even cross the street to go after the girl that I was really fond of. This made me bring my hands up to my face, I dragged my palms over my eyes, I was much too tired to think too much about my hopeless attempts at relationships. 

Morgan must’ve noticed my downwards spiral into hopelessness, because he patted my shoulder a few more times as the plane began to shake into the descent. “Hey don’t lose hope, she might live in DC, maybe you’ll see her again.” I looked up at him again, rubbing one of my eyes as the pressure rapidly changed. “How? Morgan I can’t just search DC for her, there’s 705,749 people that live in DC.” I challenged, hopelessness sinking deeper into my chest. I also felt frantic, I felt this paranoid need to find this woman again. 

Morgan laughed, shaking his head. “Oh I know you Doctor Spencer Reid, you’ll find this woman.” Before I could respond with more statistics about the likeness of me running into a random person I hadn’t even met, the plane started to rumble on the runway. The rest of my team all groaned as they were awoken from their naps on the five hour flight we had just endured in Seattle. 

After the plane was landed, I begrudgingly dragged my suitcase behind me towards the BAU offices. I wasn’t looking forward to doing paperwork, usually I could whisk through them with ease, but the nagging feeling in my heart made it impossible to think. All I could think about was her, and that purple ribbon that bounced with her movements as she ran. I scuffled all my paperwork back into a file, I would fill it out tomorrow morning, after my third coffee of the day. I was just about to leave when I heard the soft voice of my closest friend. 

“Leaving so soon Spence?”  JJ asked tiredly, I could tell that she was struggling to keep her eyes open. “Yeah- I’m too tired to do paperwork tonight.” I responded briskly, bringing up three of my fingers to rub one of my eyes. “Wow, Spencer Reid, too tired to do paperwork?” The teasing voice of Penelope came next, her entire body was limp and exhausted. I couldn’t help but crack a small smile, gathering up the last of my stuff. “Yeah-I have plans” I responded nervously. I couldn’t tell Penelope that I had a crush on a girl I randomly laid eyes on. I’m sure I could just tell the woman that the mystery girl owned a purple ribbon and she could find my crush within a couple hours. Tops. 

“Ooo plans?” Garcia asked, a little bit of excitement glittered in her eyes. I opened my mouth to tell her that it was just a trip to the library, but Morgan stepped on. “Woah now Baby Girl, we can’t have our pretty boy here giving away his secrets.” He sent a wink at me, which made me chuckle. “I gotta go guys, see you on Monday.” I walked out of the office, heading towards the silver elevator that would take me to the main floor. 

Now, I normally don’t believe in dream analysis. There’s just not enough evidence to prove that our dreams are somehow linked to ourselves. However, the events in my dream felt so unbelievably real. I saw the woman again, with her gorgeous h/l hair and sparkling e/c eyes. We were in a void, which reminded me of being underwater. My hair was fanned around my head, as if I was swimming. I looked back over at the woman, her hair was also floating around her pretty face. The purple ribbon was no longer on her head, but instead it was tied around her pinky finger. 

“Spencer, look!” She spoke, but her voice was echoed, and sounded like a weird mix of voices. “We’re connected.” I blinked, confused. “Connected?” I muttered to myself, before I felt a tug at my pinky finger, making me look down. Just like the woman’s, a purple ribbon was tight around my finger, and led just to her pinky. 

I let a joyous laugh bubble out of my chest. “I guess we are.” I looked back at the girl, she was now closer. Her face was slightly blurry, but it also seemed so clear.  She seemed sad, from the way her hands floated over my shoulders. “Please find me.” The woman with the purple ribbon whispered, her voice softening. “I need you.” Then I heard gunshots, screaming, and a woman screaming for help. I moved to protect the girl, but she was gone, I was now in a decrepit looking house. I unholstered my gun, approaching the door where I heard the noises. Blood began pouring from the crack between the door and floor. I let out a scream.

And then I woke up

---      Y/N L/N POV

Any method to get away from my psycho family was a win for me. Even if it meant hanging out with my shitty friends from high school, who did nothing but cause trouble and get high. Now I didn’t really have an issue with people getting high, I once dabbled in it when I was in my early college years. I only stopped when I started to fall behind in my classes. 

So today, I decided I was going to the cute little coffee shop I passed after stopping at the library. I’ve been in a desperate need for coffee anyway. Looking into the mirror of my vanity, I cautiously applied makeup to my face. Brushing a hint of blush onto my cheeks as I smiled at myself. I loved makeup, maybe it was because my parents never let me use it growing up. They believed it was “against God's will” or yadda yadda. 

It didn’t matter anymore, I lived in my own shitty apartment, so I could do whatever I wanted to myself. After finishing up the last touches to my face, I reached over to tie my ribbon. I didn’t know why, but I was always drawn to the color purple, so I bought a lot of purple-colored accessories. My ribbon was my most prized accessory though, I could tie it in my hair in whatever way I saw fit.

So, I tied it in my favorite way before admiring myself in the mirror once again. I tried to ignore the subtle scars marking certain locations on my face, but I felt like my makeup covered them well. Feeling satisfied, I switched off the lights, grabbed my phone and headed out. 

“Ugh seriously?” I exclaimed as I stepped outside, only to feel the subtle drops of rain on my hair. The coffee place was only a block or so from my apartment complex, and I really didn’t feel like digging for my keys again. So, I bolted, hurrying to the cafe as the rain started to pelt down harder. 

Once I reached the building, I threw open the door and got inside. Breathing heavily, I searched my purse for my wallet and made my way over to the line. The line went by fast, I ordered my coffee and went to sit down right by the window. A storm had rolled in, I sipped at my beverage as I watched people outside scramble about in hopes for shelter. 

One of them being a handsome lanky man that I swore I saw somewhere. He glanced at me from outside, through the window, and his face lit up. He swiftly entered the cafe, and made a beeline over to me. He didn’t order anything, but the baristas seemed to recognize him, one of them even waved. 

“I-I’m sorry is this seat taken?” The brunette asked, breathlessly, as he stood behind the seat next to me. I shook my head, scooting my chair over so he could get into the one he wanted. “Do I know you from somewhere?” I asked, curiously, I swore I recognized him. 

The handsome man seemed surprised, he took off his soaked jacket. “Uh, I saw you last Tuesday.” He mumbled, his voice squeaking a bit. I bit the corner of my mouth and observed him from head to toe. He was well-dressed, with a dark grey cardigan over what seemed to be a dress shirt and tie. He wore dress pants, but had two well-worn converse and two differently colored socks. 

Suddenly it came to me, I had glanced at him as I rushed to catch up with my friends. I remembered that I really wanted to look back at him again, but had a time constraint. “Oh yeah!” I grinned, taking another sip of my caffeinated beverage. “I remember now.” The man seemed pleased at my words, fumbling with the ends of his cardigan nervously.  “Oh, well, I’m Doctor Reid.” The man seemed like he wanted to shake my hand, but kept his hands as far from mine as possible. He nervously cleared his throat, looking at me in the eyes. “Doctor Spencer Reid.” Spencer gave me a hopeful smile, which I returned. “It’s a pleasure to formally meet you Doctor, my name is Y/n.” I didn’t bother saying my last name, I didn’t want to be associated with it. 

“No please, call me Spencer.” The fawn-brown haired doctor sounded tense. “No need to use formalities with me here.” He clarified, making me laugh. “Alright, alright. Spencer it is then.” When our eyes met, I swore that Spencer looked at me with so much intensity I thought I would explode. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, trying to say something.

Ring

“Oh sorry lemme get that.” The doctor scrambled into his pocket, pulling out an ancient flip phone and answering the call. “What? Already?” He paused, listening into the call, I began to become more intrigued by the minute. His face fell, his once bright and handsome face turned into one that resembled haunted somberness. “I understand, I’ll be there right away Hotch.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, not bothering to suppress my curiosity. “It’s my-job.” Spencer answered sluggishly, making a face as he slid on his damp jacket. “Oh?” I watched as he scrambled for a napkin and he fished a pen from his satchel. 

“Call me?” The honey-eyed man asked hopefully, after sketching out his number on the paper. I nodded, taking the napkin into my hand, scanning over the haphazardly written numbers. “Of course-” I responded, but Spencer was already halfway out the door. I snorted, slipping out my phone and typing in the man’s number. Now THIS will be interesting...

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[buckeverlasting]

The Made Up Meet-Cute

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

A/N: The year is 2020. The place is Manhattan. Tony has rebuilt Stark Tower and apologized to Bucky for the events of Civil War, and everyone lives happily together... This fulfills a request from someone I’ll just call Parsons Anon. I’m sure you know who you are.

Summary: Bucky bumps into his dream girl in passing. He decides to track her down.

Warnings: fluff, just a whole bunch of fluff

Word count: 3.3k 

Bucky loved early morning jogs through Manhattan. He loved watching everyone rushing to work with their coffee and thinking how lucky he was not to have a desk job. Tony hired him on as a consultant, as he did all the Avengers, so they could have something to put on their tax forms. Morning runs were a way to get away from everyone, to get lost in the sea of commuters. He loved everyone he lived with in the tower, but he loved being alone. Though the sidewalks were crowded with people, he was very much by himself, free to be with his thoughts. 

Despite how different they looked, Manhattan reminded him of living in Wakanda, where he could watch the sunrise in relative peace, his only visitors being some kids or Shuri coming to check in on him. It took work to put the events of all the wars he’d faced behind him, a constant vigilance against memories that left him feeling battered and bereft. Jogging early in the morning cleared his head of everything, even the constant war he was waging with his past. For an hour or so, there was a ceasefire. He was just James “Bucky” Barnes, not the Winter Soldier, not the White Wolf, just a guy in sweats. Well, that’s what morning runs used to be like for Bucky until the morning he ran into you. The scent of your perfume and the memory of your red lips would rob him of peace and even sleep for weeks.

You were running late for your first morning lecture, so you were hurrying with your coffee to class. As you turned a corner, you bumped into a burly man in gray sweats. Your paper cup of coffee was crushed between you.

“Ouch!” You shook the hot coffee from your hands and wiped them on our coat. You glance up to see that the front of the man’s sweatshirt was dripping with your latte. “Oh no! I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Bucky looked down at himself. “It’s just a sweatshirt.” He smiled at you, and you gave him a quick half smile in return.

“Alright, then,” you said and continued down the sidewalk, head down against the wind. You were now going to be even later.

All Bucky should have been smelling was the coffee on his sweatshirt, but the wind carried the scent of roses to him. You smelled like roses. And he couldn’t shake the image of your crimson smile that crept up with just a suggestion of a smirk. Your lips were full, and the word that kept coming to his mind when he thought of them was “kissable.” In that vast ocean of anonymous city dwellers, he was falling for one he desperately wished he knew.

Back at the tower, Bucky poured himself a glass of water and just held it, staring out the window.

“Morning, Buck,” Steve said.

Bucky turned around with a start. “Oh, hey, Steve.” He turned back to the window.

“Have a good run this morning?” Steve opened the fridge and took out the orange juice. He took a glass from the cabinet and poured himself some juice. “Hello? Buck?”

“You ever think about how many people live on this tiny island?” Bucky asked. “Like, how many stories we just don’t know?”

“You sound awfully philosophical this morning,” Steve said. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Don’t laugh,” Buck said, “but I bumped into this girl.”

“Let me guess. You can’t stop thinking about her.”

“I can’t! She spilled coffee on me and then just sort of darted off.”

“So, you didn’t catch her name.”

“No, she seemed like she was in a pretty big hurry.” Bucky wanted to tell Steve how she smelled like roses and how her lips were just as red, but he didn’t want Steve to tease him.

“Why don’t you find her?” Steve took a sip of his orange juice.

“Even if I could find her, I think I’m a little old for her,” Bucky said.

“We’re too old for everybody. Plus age won’t matter to her if she’s the kind of person you want to be with. You wouldn’t want to date the kind of person who would hold the fact that you were forced to be cryogenically frozen against you.”

“That’s a fair point.” Bucky snatched the jug of orange juice off the counter.

Steve reached into the cabinet. “For crying out loud, use a glass, Buck.”

—-

The next morning Bucky made a point to take the same route as he did the day before, hoping to run into you again. He was pretty sure that it was somewhere along Fifth Avenue, perhaps near 14th Street. It was somewhat near Union Square. He knew there was a Starbucks at Union Square. Perhaps you had gotten your coffee there. Bucky thought it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek in the window. He looked in, and there was no beautiful girl with those full red lips. He wouldn’t let himself get disappointed, though. This was a huge city with millions of coffee shops. He wracked his brain to try to remember a label or some marking on her coffee cup. He remembered now it was actually just plain white with a black lid. It must be a small coffee shop, possibly not even part of a chain of shops. It had to be someplace unique. It had to be because you had chosen it.

That afternoon, with FRIDAY’s help, Bucky compiled a list of coffee shops near Union Square. It was possible that you had arrived at the Union Square station with coffee you had brought from Brooklyn, for example, but Bucky just had a feeling by how hot it was that it was close by. On his morning jogs, Bucky methodically visited some of the coffee shops on his list, hoping that he’d be lucky enough to bump into you again. After he had visited each one on his list, a week or so had past, and he was beginning to lose hope. Yet the image of your crimson lips was still bright in his memory. The scent of roses was still fresh in his nose.

Well into the second week of his search for your coffee shop, he stopped in the middle of his jog when he smelled roses. He followed the scent to a small flower shop. He peered in the window. It was also a coffee shop! FRIDAY probably didn’t put it on his list because it was listed as a flower shop first and foremost. Inside were two counters. One had a little glass case with pastries and chrome-bright coffee machines behind it, and at the other counter, a woman in a green apron was wrapping a bouquet of daisies in tissue paper. He had a feeling this was the place. He looked up at the sign. It read, Bread and Flowers. It made sense that a girl who wears rose perfume frequents a place like this.

Heart beating in his ears, he entered, and the door jingled a little bell. He walked up to the barista who greeted him with a smile.

“Morning! What can I get for you?” she asked.

Bucky focused on the menu on the wall behind her. “A black coffee, please.”

“For here or to go?”

“For here.” He figured he’d sit around for a bit and see if you showed up.

As he got his coffee and was sitting down at a table by the window, it occurred to him that he had no idea what to say to you. Even worse, he had no idea how to explain to you how he had found your coffee shop. He wasn’t about to tell you about his research with FRIDAY and his daily stakeouts of coffee shops around Union Square. So, he left without touching his coffee.

—-

“Why aren’t you out for a run this morning?” Sam asked. “Don’t you always go running?”

Bucky just grunted into his cereal.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” Sam said.

“Sorry,” Bucky said.

“Is this about the girl you’ve been spending weeks trying to find?” Sam asked.

There was no point in lying. “How did you know?” Bucky asked.

“Steve told me, and you always come home smelling like coffee after your runs.”

“I just don’t know what I’m going to say to her when I meet her again. Won’t it be weird if I suddenly show up in her coffee shop?”

“Just say hello and tell her your name. You don’t need to explain the fact that you stalked her for weeks. Just make it seem like a coincidence.”

—-

The next day Bucky screwed up the courage to run straight to the flower shop/coffee shop. He opened the door, and there you were, sitting in a corner with a a cup the size of a soup bowl in front of you, reading what looked like a textbook. You were absentmindedly chewing on the highlighter you held, and Bucky was so distracted by the deep red of your lips that he didn’t notice he walked up to the flower shop counter instead of the coffee bar.

The lady in the green apron smiled at him. “How can I help you?”

“Um, roses,” Bucky said. “I’d like some roses, please.”

“Okay, which color?” she asked.

Bucky wanted to get you red roses to match your lips but thought maybe that was too romantic. Plus, he didn’t know your favorite color rose. “I guess I’ll take one of each color.”

He occasionally glanced over his shoulder at you reading while he waited for the florist to work her magic, strategically sticking in sprigs of other green things he didn’t know the name of.

Bucky paid and accepted the lovely bouquet wrapped in white tissue paper. He walked over to you in the corner. His heart leapt into his throat. He didn’t know if he’d be able to speak.

“Sorry to bother you,” he said.

You looked up and blinked at him, cocking your head slightly. You furrowed your brow, trying to place him. “You’re the guy I spilled coffee on,” you said.

“That’s me.” Bucky grinned and scratched the back of his head. “I felt bad for wasting your coffee, so I thought maybe I could buy you another cup some time. Also, this is for you.” He handed you the little bouquet of multicolored roses.

You breathed in the roses. “These are beautiful! Thank you. They’re my favorite.” You pulled out the chair next to you. “I’m actually just about to run out of coffee now, if you want to buy me a refill.” You smiled at Bucky.

“I’d love you. I mean, I’d love you. I mean, I’d love to.” Bucky turned redder than your lips. “What are you drinking?”

“A latte with almond milk.” You smiled to put him at ease. Clearly, this man was very rusty. You watched him walk to the counter to make the order. You had to admit you were immediately taken in by his ocean blue eyes, and you found the stubble on his square jaw alluring.

“They said they’ll bring it out when it’s ready.” He sat down in the chair you had pulled out. “I’m Bucky, by the way.” He put out his hand.

“I’m y/n.” You shake his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Bucky.”

“What are you reading there?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m just studying for my art history midterm,” you said.

“So, you’re a student.”

“Yeah, I go to Parsons.” You motioned vaguely in the direction of your school. “What about you? What do you do?”

“Well, I’m kind of a consultant.”

“Who consults with you?”

“Um, Tony Stark.” Bucky looked down at the table.

“I thought I recognized you! You must be Bucky BARNES. Aren’t you an Avenger?”

“A bit, I guess so.”

“Well, you are or you aren’t.”

“Well, then I am.” Bucky smiled. “Where are you from?”

And so you chatted for a while, just getting to know each other. After two hours, you realized you hadn’t done any studying for your midterm. Bucky said that he’d let you study but that he’d like to take you out on a proper date sometime soon. You exchanged numbers, and Bucky left the flower shop/coffee shop in very high spirits.

—-

“So, she’s a student,” Natasha said. “Isn’t she a bit young for you?”

“Everyone is too young for me,” Bucky said.

“I suppose that’s true,” she said. “What are you going to wear?”

“This. Why? Is there something wrong with it?”

“You and Steve! You can really tell you two haven’t dated in a long time.” She shook her head. “I’ll go through your closet and help you find something.”

“Okay, fine.”

—-

Your first date with Bucky, you took him to try Thai food. He had never tried it before. He seemed to like pad Thai, which he described as “spaghetti with peanut butter.” The next date was a visit to the Met and a stroll around Central Park after. Your third date was to a movie that neither one of you will ever remember because it was the first time you held hands, and that’s all either one of you could focus on. Bucky took you back to your place, and on the train ride, you rested your head on his shoulder. He rested his cheek on your hair and interlaced his fingers with yours.

One chilly fall afternoon, you were both reading in your favorite coffee shop, when Bucky put his book down, leaned across the table, and kissed you on the lips.

“I’ve been dying to do that since I first bumped into you,” he said.

You smiled at him with soft eyes. “What took you so damn long?”

“Call me old fashioned.”

“So, are we going steady? Am I your best gal?”

“I would hope we’re going steady, and of course, you’re my best girl.” He lifted your hand and kissed the back of it, looking up at you with those deep ocean blue eyes.

—-

“When do we get to meet this girl, Buck?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, I’m dying to meet her,” Natasha said.

“In time,” Bucky said.

“Not good enough,” Tony said. “That’s it. I’m throwing a party tomorrow, and I’m inviting her. What’s her name?”

—-

You arrived at Stark Tower fashionably late, as it took you twice as long to get dressed than usual. You felt like you had nothing to wear to a Tony Stark party. You called Bucky in a panic, and he told you wearing jeans would be perfectly acceptable. You at least slipped on your cutest shoes, which happened to be red to match your lips.

The front doors slid open for you, and you saw Bucky sitting in the lobby waiting for you.

“I was getting nervous that you weren’t going to show up.” He stood and walked up to you.

“I definitely wouldn’t miss this.” You got up on the tips of your toes to kiss him on the cheek.

“Good. I’m glad you’re here.” He offered you his arm, and you looped yours in his. “Shall we?”

You let him lead you to the elevator. He pressed the button for the 31st floor. “Ready?”

“I don’t know,” you said. 
“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I’m a little nervous,” you admitted.

Bucky stooped to kiss the top of your head. “It’ll be fine. Everyone will love you.”

The elevator doors slid open before you have a chance to ask him what made him so sure. You didn’t know what you were expecting exactly, but you definitely weren’t expecting to see the Avengers casually reclining on a large sectional sofa with bottles of beer in hand. Steve Rogers jumped up and bounded over to you and Bucky.

“You must be y/n.” He held out an enormous hand. “I’m Steve. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

You took his hand. “I know who you are. I know who you all are.” You looked from face to face. You recognized fiery red-haired Natasha Romanoff, bashful Bruce Banner, snarky Tony Stark, boyish Clint Barton, winsome Sam Wilson, and…

“Is Thor here?” you asked.

“Oh, what? We’re not good enough for you?” Tony came over and offered his hand, too. “I’m Tony. Nice to finally meet you. We’ve heard so much. All good things, though. Don’t worry.”

“Do my ears deceive me, or did I hear my name?” Thor appeared from around the corner, offering you and Bucky each a bottle of beer.

“I’m such a big fan.” You could feel the heat coming off your cheeks, and you could definitely feel Bucky giving you a look.

“What about me?” He held his hand to his chest. “I’m wounded.”

“Oh, you’ll survive.” You gave him a little shove before extending your hand to Thor. “It’s such an honor to meet you!”

“The honor is mine,” he said, almost crushing your hand as he shook it vigorously.

You clench and unclench your fist and gently massage your fingers back to life, as Natasha approached you.

“I won’t shake your hand, but I will give you a hug.” She threw her arms around you like you were old friends.

In shock, you just patted her shoulder blade.

They ushered you over to the couch and sat you down. The barrage of questions began pretty much immediately. They wanted to know everything from where you grew up to what you were studying at school to what you thought the future held for you. You told them you’d tell them everything they wanted to know if someone would share an embarrassing story about Bucky first.

“Did he ever tell you how he met you?” Sam asked.

“I know how we met. We bumped into each other on the street,” you said.

“We’re talking about the second time you met,” Steve said.

“He stalked you, basically,” Tony said.

“It was kind of sweet,” Natasha said.

You turned to Bucky. “What’s this about stalking?”

“I may have used technology to aid in bumping into you again.” He averted his eyes and picked at the label on his beer bottle.

“I’m speechless,” you said. “I am so flattered! A one hundred and three year old man braved the world of technology to find me?”

“Thanks, guys.” Bucky got up and headed to the elevator.

You followed after him. “Hey, where are you going?”

“To get some air,” he said. “Want to come along?”

“Sure.” You grabbed his hand.

The elevator doors slid open, and you stepped inside.

“You have to see the roof,” he said.

“I think I’m a little underdressed. My coat is…”

Bucky pulled his burgundy sweater over his head and handed it to you. “This should keep you warm.”

“But you’re wearing just a t-shirt!”

“I run warm. I’ll be fine.”

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing the New York City skyline, lit up against the night sky.

You gasped and scrambled into Bucky’s sweater, as the wind whipped your hair.

“I know,” Bucky said. “It’s definitely the best thing about living here.”

“It’s beautiful. It’s like seeing the City for the first time.”

“They love you, by the way. I knew they would.”

“I meant to ask you before,” you said. “What made you so sure they would love me?”

“Because I love you.” Bucky took both your hands. “I love you, y/n.”

You dropped his hands and crashed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you.

“I love you, too, Bucky,” you said. “I’m so glad you did whatever you did to make us meet again.”

“Me too.” He stroked your hair, and you held him tighter.

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FIC: The Princess of Starbucks

I don’t know how good this is, considering I have been under the influence of anesthesia most of the day, but I wrote a thing. This is totally based off an idea I sent to @quackmom  the other day (under the main blog). I see so many royalty!AU fics where Tom is the prince but I figured, why not make him a commoner instead? So, here.

Moving on:

FIC: The Princess of Starbucks

Genre: Royalty!AU

Pairing: Barista!Tom Holland/Royalty!Reader

Summary: Bored with palace life, the reader - who is also princess of her small country - sneaks into town for a day of anonymity. When she goes for a coffee, she meets the most beautiful boy she’s ever seen working at the coffee shop.

Warnings: Like I said, written under anesthesia. But there’s also a little language.

People always think that being royalty is easy. They see the carefully crafted images - living in a castle, the lavish parties, tiaras every day.

What they don’t see is how you’ve had your entire life planned for you since the minute you were conceived. And how your rebellious older sister made that life even more difficult. She was the one that snuck out of the palace all the time, drinking and partying. Her arrest for public intoxication was a black mark your family worked to erase for a very long time.

Due to your sister’s obstinate nature, your parents decided to put you on a very short proverbial leash. “Can’t have two embarrassments in line for the throne,” your father, the King, had said.

So you had a bodyguard with you all the time. (Truth be told, you liked Stefon - your daytime guard - a lot better than the nighttime guard, Isaac.) You went to an all-girls’ boarding school. You were allowed to have a phone, though. You had friends and you were popular and well-liked, despite the tight yoke your parents thrust upon you.

You’d never been in love. They desperately wanted you to marry the prince of Osterfield, the neighboring country. But not only did you not love Prince Harrison, you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him for more than five minutes.

You knew your father would flip out if you fell in love with a commoner - despite the fact that your mother was one.

One day, you decide you’ve had enough and you just want one day - one day - to be a normal person. Your parents are in Osterfield meeting with the king and queen and will be gone all day, so today is a perfect day. You offer Stefon double his usual daily salary to take you into town and then take the rest of the day off - “Pick me up at the bookstore at five so you can take me back home, though,” you say. Stefon happily accepts. You put on jeans and a sweatshirt, tuck your hair up into a baseball cap, and relish your (temporary) freedom.

Your first stop is the bookstore. You love everything about them - the tomes full of new, exciting stories. The inviting atmosphere. The smell of new books, waiting to be opened. You browse slowly for awhile, then carefully select a few books and pay for them.

Nobody seems to recognize you.

You decide then that you’d really like some coffee, so you wander down the street to a cozy little coffee shop.

You love this coffee shop, you instantly decide. An overstuffed sofa rests along one wall, little rustic wooden tables are littered about. The smell of freshly brewed coffee - one of your favorite scents - permeates the air.

And the line? Is so long.

You briefly contemplate pulling your father’s favorite old trick - the “don’t you know who I am?” card. But so far nobody has recognized you, and you don’t want them to now. You’re enjoying not being recognized.

So, enjoying your anonymity, you are content to wait. You peruse the menu as you do, finally settling on a salted caramel latte. (It just sounds good.)

You finally approach the counter, ready to order, when your heart stops.

Behind the counter is the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen.

He’s about your age, if you had to guess. He’s not too tall, but taller than you. He has short auburn hair and gorgeous, kind-looking brown eyes. He is muscular but not overly so, the tight-fitting black t-shirt he’s wearing clings to said muscles. He’s wearing baggy jeans and sneakers, a black apron tied around his waist.

“Oh, hello, there,” he says to you in a lilting voice. “May I take your order?”

He flashes you a brilliant smile; you suddenly forget how to form words.

You don’t remember anyone ever having this effect on you.

“Um… I, uh… c-coffee?” You manage to stammer.

You are such an IDIOT! You think to yourself. Of COURSE you’re going to order coffee at a coffee shop! He must think I’m a total moron…

The boy chuckles softly. “Rough day, huh? It’s okay, darling. Just take a deep breath and try again.”

Darling. Wow. Your knees go a little weak. But you take his advice and inhale slowly, letting the breath out just as slowly.

“Okay. I’m sorry about that. Uh, one large salted caramel latte, please.”

“Excellent. And can I have a name for the cup, please?”

“Sure, it’s (y/n).” You didn’t even think to come up with an alias? Way to go, Princess Dimwit.

The boy smiles at you again. “Oh! Spelled like the princess, or a different way?”

You smile back at him. He still hasn’t seemed to recognize you, despite your name. Although, after you were born, there was a rather large wave of baby girls named after you…

“Just like the princess.”

He scrawls your name onto the cup and sets it aside so he can take your payment. After he gives you change, he quickly prepares your drink for you.

“And there you go. One salted caramel latte. If you need anything else, feel free to ask for me. My name’s Tom.” He flashes that brilliant smile at you again.

“Erm...thank you.” You smile shyly at him as you take the cup and head to a corner table to sit down.

You decide to start reading one of your new books. It’s one you’ve been dying to read for ages, but haven’t had time to.

Your eyes keep wandering away from your book and over to the counter, where the beautiful barista is doing his job - taking orders, steaming milk, wiping tables. Occasionally he catches your eye and shoots you that megawatt grin; you look away bashfully every time.

You finish your coffee and check the time on your phone; it’s nearly time to meet up with Stefon. Gathering your book, you throw away your empty cup and start to walk out the door. But before you do, you stop by the counter where Tom is arranging pastries in the display case.

“Thank you for all of your help today,” you say as you drop a couple of bills into the tip jar.

“Oh, it was nothing, darling. Thank you for coming in today, hope to see you soon.” He smiles at you yet again as you leave. “Say, you look awfully familiar…”

“One of those faces, I guess.” You smile back at him. “See you around.”

You practically float back to the castle.

That night, you are in your room, trying to read your book. But all you can think about is Tom. His smile, his shining eyes, his muscles. That voice. He’s perfect. Like he belongs in a museum.

Is this what it’s like to be in love? You ask yourself.

The next day, Stefon tells your parents he needs to go into town to get some suits cleaned, and that you’re going with him. “We have people here that will do that,” your mother tried to argue; Stefon insisted.

When you get to town, Stefon says to you: “I saw you at the coffee shop yesterday. You looked happy there, talking to the boy that worked there. Do you mind going back in there, so you can see him again?”

You smile. “This is why I like you better than Isaac.”

Stefon laughs and shakes his head as you enter the coffee shop. “I’ll be about. Meet you back here at 5.”

“Oh, hi there!” Tom calls. “You came back!”

“I did,” you reply shyly.

“One salted caramel latte, coming right up,” he says as you pay him.

“You remembered.”

“I have a really great memory,” Tom replies as he makes your drink. “Say, do you mind if I sit with you?”

“Oh, no. Not at all.”

“Thank you. Hey, Jacob, I’m going to take my break now.”

He sits down with you at a table, where he starts to tell you all about himself.

He graduated from the local university, with a degree in theatre. But acting jobs are scarce these days, so he took a job at the coffee shop. He has three younger brothers - the twins, Harry and Sam, are three years younger; Patrick is eight years younger (“but nobody dares call him Patrick; he goes by Paddy”). His mother is a photographer; his father an entertainer who’s also written a novel. (Coincidentally, that same novel is one of the books you bought yesterday.)

You’re contemplating whether or not to tell him about your family when Jacob approaches your table.

“Tom, I hate to do this to you, man. But the cappuccino machine is broken and you’re the only one who knows how to fix it.”

Tom sighs deeply. “I’m so sorry. I was looking forward to learning all about you.” He walks you towards the door. “I have enjoyed talking to you today. Can I call you sometime?”

“Sure.” You write down your number for him; he does the same for you.

“Sounds good. I will text you tonight.” Tom smiles at you softly. “I hope you have a great rest of your night.”

“Yeah. Talk to you later.”

Shortly after, Stefon walks up. “Your parents are asking for you,” he says. “We have to get back.”

You nod and walk out of the shop, shooting Tom a quick smile over your shoulder.

You and Tom text back and forth for the better part of three weeks. He has been very busy with work and auditions, he says, but he’d love to see you sometime. You readily agree and hatch a plot to sneak out of the castle one night.

You know Isaac has a crush on Isabel, the night maid, so you slip Isabel a little money and ask her to flirt with him. While Isaac is otherwise occupied, you sneak out behind him and head to a park near the castle.

There, Tom is waiting under a tree. He’s packed a picnic supper and spread out a blanket.

You sprawl out, enjoying the warm night air and Tom’s company, as you eat your supper.

“I’ve got a confession to make,” he says to you after you’ve finished your sandwiches.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

Tom reaches over and grasps your hand. “I’m really starting to like you. A lot.”

Your eyes grow wide. It’s the first time anyone has ever told you that.

“Really?”

“Really. And I was just wondering if... if maybe you wanted to be my girlfriend?”

And then, without a second thought, you blurt out:

“I’m the princess!”

Tom jumps a little, blinking at you in shock. “You...what?”

You sigh. “Remember when you said I looked familiar? Well… there’s a reason for that. I’m the princess.” You pull out your phone and find a picture of you with your family at the last state dinner; sheepishly, you show it to him.

Tom studies it for a moment. “Holy shit. You really are the princess.”

“Tom, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. And I really don’t want that to change your opinion of me. But… well… every guy I’ve met before wanted to be with me only because of who my family is. They didn’t care about me, they cared about my family’s money and prestige. Truth is, I really like you and I just... “ you blink back tears. “I just wanted you to like me for me, not because I’m the princess.” You sigh shakily as you grip his hand. “I wanted to tell you, but…”

“Hey, it’s okay. And you’re in luck. Because I have fallen head over heels for you, my beautiful princess.”  Tom tips your chin up so you’re looking him in the eyes. “I don’t care if you’re the princess. I like you. I want you.” He leans over and presses a soft, sweet kiss to your lips.

It’s your first kiss ever.

And it is magical.

“Wow,” you sigh as he pulls away.

“Yeah. Wow.”

You glance at the time. “I should be going back now. But I will text you later?”

“Sounds great. Can you come by the shop tomorrow?”

“I’ll try.”

Tom stands up, helping you to a standing position.

“So,” he says, flashing you a cheeky grin. “You never answered my question.”

You giggle quietly. “Yes, Tom. I would love to be your girlfriend.”

“Your parents are going to freak out.”

“So we’ll have to be quiet about it.” You lean up and kiss him again.

“Bye, (y/n),” he says as you turn to go back to the castle.

“Bye, Tom.”

When you get back to the castle, Isaac is still flirting with Isabel. He never even noticed you were gone.

Three months have gone by now. You and Tom text every day, and you go into town whenever you can to see him. Even after you’d told him who you really were, he was still sweet and loving and completely enamored of you. And you him.

He told you he loved you today. You’d gone to the coffee shop to see him; the two of you chatted over coffee (salted caramel latte for you, white chocolate mocha for him). Just as you were getting ready to leave he grasped your hand, looked you in the eyes, and said: “(y/n)... I love you.”

You leaned over the table to kiss him gently. “I love you too, Tom.”

Tonight, you’re getting ready for a big state dinner. Unfortunately, one of the guests is the royal family of Osterfield. Which means you’re going to have to sit next to Prince Harrison.

Just as you’re adjusting your tiara, Stefon knocks on the door.

“The king and queen are requesting your presence in the Great Hall, your highness,” he says; you nod and follow him down.

“Oh, hello, (y/n). You’re looking lovely,” your father says.

“Thank you. What is it?”

Your father smiles at your mother. “We’ve worked out a deal. We are going to announce a major partnership with the kingdom of Osterfield. We’re going to be official allies, we’ll be able to set up businesses there and they here. There’s just one catch.”

“You aren’t going to like it…” your mother starts, but your father shushes her.

“What is it?” you ask curiously.

“Prince Harrison is going to ask for your hand in marriage,” your father replies, “and you’re going to accept.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, you shout: “Absolutely not! I won’t do it!”

“But, (y/n),” your father says, shocked. “This is a great move for both of our countries, and-”

“I won’t do it,” you say again, more firmly this time. “I was raised to believe we marry for love. And I don’t love Prince Harrison. I can’t even stand being in the same room as him. He’s cold and aloof and only thinks of himself. I won’t marry him. Besides… I’m in love.”

Your father scoffs. “How on Earth could you possibly be in love?”

“I met someone. His name is Tom, he’s a barista at the coffee shop next to the bookstore at the edge of town. We’ve known each other four months now. He didn’t even know I was the princess until the second month, when he asked me to be his girlfriend. He treats me well, he loves me because of the person I am and not because of my title. And he’s-”

“Get out of my castle!” your father yells, angrily.

“W...what?” you stammer.

“I have already had to put up with your sister disobeying me and I will not put up with it again. Not only are you defying a direct order, you’re dating a commoner?! I won’t stand for it. Now you either do as I tell you, or you’ll be stripped of your title. What’s your choice?”

“I…” you burst into tears, as your mother rests a hand on your father’s arm.

“Dear,” she says softly. “First of all, I told you she would never go for it. Secondly, she’s young. And we must admit, we have kept a tight leash on her. Why not let her have some fun? Plus, it seems like she truly loves this boy, doesn’t it? And besides, you’re forgetting that you married a commoner too.”

Your father thinks about all of this for a few long moments, then sighs deeply. “Very well. I’m sorry, my darling. I wasn’t thinking of your feelings, I was only thinking of the kingdom. Please forgive me.”

“Of course, Father.”

“I have an idea,” your mother says, smiling. “Why don’t you invite Tom to the banquet tonight? We can get to meet him, then.”

You smile, wiping away a tear with the back of your hand. “I’ll call him, see if he’s working tonight.”

“They want me to what?!” Tom exclaims into the phone.

You laugh. “They want you to come to the dinner tonight. They really want to meet you. Plus if you’re there, I won’t have to sit next to that dreadful Prince Harrison.”

“Well… okay, calm down, Thomas. It’s just a dinner. With your girlfriend’s parents. Who happen to be the King and Queen. Okay, uh, yeah. What do I wear?”

“Just a suit will be fine. Do you want me to send a driver?”

“That’d be great,” Tom says. “I’ll see you in a little bit, then.”

By the end of the evening, your parents are just as in love with Tom as you are. Your dad likes his work ethic, how he takes his job seriously, and his drive to become an actor. Your mom loves his sense of humor (and she thinks he’s “awfully handsome”). They both love how he treats you, and how he genuinely is not using you for your prestige; that he loves you.

Your parents agree to loosen the reins a bit and decide you no longer need 24/7 bodyguards. While you have no problem firing Isaac, you have a hard time saying goodbye to Stefon; your parents create a new position just for him.

Even though you didn’t agree to marry their son, the King and Queen of Osterfield still agree to the business deal.

After that, you start going out with Tom more - vacations, dinner dates, the classic boyfriend experience. He also comes over to the castle a lot for Netflix nights, which more often than not involve pillow forts (that you construct).

A year to the day after you first walked into the coffee shop, your parents are holding yet another state dinner. But before the dinner, you and Tom decided to take a walk in the royal garden.

“And these orange roses are my absolute favorite,” you say, pointing out a bush. “My grandmother planted them years ago. Legend says they’re the only orange rosebush in the whole kingdom. I don’t know if I believe that, but I do know that they’re absolutely beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you,” Tom says.

“Oh, cut it out, you big softy,” you reply as you blush crimson.

“Oh, really! You think that’s being a softy? I’ll show you being a softy.” He suddenly drops to one knee, pulling a small velvet box out of his pocket.

You gasp, your hands flying up to your mouth.

“(y/n),” he starts, “I loved you even before I knew you were the princess. I love you for you. Your sense of humor, your sense of adventure, how you love deeply and fiercely. And, how your love for salted caramel lattes keeps me employed. You are the greatest woman I’ve ever known, and I would love to spend the rest of my life with you. So, Your Highness… will you marry me?”

You glimpse the ring in the box.

It’s your grandmother’s engagement ring.

That means Tom asked your parents for permission to ask your hand in marriage. And not only did they accept… they gave him the ring.

“Yes!” you exclaim excitedly. He slips the ring onto your finger and kisses you, deeply.

Your father announces your engagement at the state dinner that night. It’s all over the news the next day - almost every single headline reads something along the lines of The Princess and the Barista. There was your personal favorite, The Princess of Starbucks (“I don’t even work at Starbucks,” Tom grouses).

Two million people tune into your televised wedding. But you would have perfectly happy if it were just you and Tom on an island somewhere.

Because you love him for who he is. And he loves you for who you are.

[imagine-loki]

Bruna

TITLE: Bruna CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Ch 3 of 5- In Which a Friendship is Tested AUTHOR: staria ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine working in a coffee shop and having Loki as a regular customer. You screwed up his order the first time you ever prepared a coffee for him a few months ago so he really dislikes you but as time passes by he starts talking more to you and doesn’t seem to hold that big of a grudge anymore.

RATING: Teen?

NOTES/WARNINGS: Once more, language. There’s not a lot of Loki on this one, but other things unfold.

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After a few months of seeing Loki regularly at the coffee shop, things had fallen into a regular pattern were he would come in, get a drink, and talk to all of us for a bit. He was now talking to me as well and didn’t mind me preparing his coffee but he still prefered Jessica’s over mine, which was fine by me. I was mostly glad that we were over the awkward I-think-you’re-the-worst-barista-ever phase, because there’s nothing worse than having an annoying customer bitching about you all the time.

One day, me and Jessica were talking after the morning rush when Loki came for his coffee. He approached us and greeted us in the usual way.

“Good morning, my lovely beauties.”

“Good morning, Loki,” we said in unison like we were one of Charlie’s Angels.

“Who’s the lucky girl that gets to make my coffee today,” he said, beaming while reclining his arms on the counter looking from side to side at me and Jessica. Someone was in and extra good mood today.

“I will get it for you, Loki,” said Jessica, before I could say anything. She winked at him, turned around and began getting it ready.

Loki then looked at me expectantly and was about to talk to me when I grabbed some mugs and pretended to clean  them even though they were clean and dry. My back was turned to him but I could feel his eyes focused on me when he said, “That’s a lovely necklace you are wearing. I’ve seen you wear it a few times before.”

“Thank you, it was a gift from Jessica,” I said, smiling while I grabbed the necklace to look at it.

I also heard his voice echoing in my head. Lovely, just like her eyes.

Goddamnit, I really didn’t want to know what he was thinking about me. I’ve always felt that  hearing other people’s thoughts in my head was like eavesdropping on someone’s private conversation, I have no right to know these things, and now I know that he maybe likes me or my eyes at least.

After a while I was not sure if I had really heard his thoughts, maybe I was imagining things, I didn’t get much sleep after all because I was up all night watching TV and painting.

Eventually, I tentatively turned around to see what he was doing only to come face to face with him. I didn’t mean to but our eyes locked and I could feel myself blushing, so I grabbed a towel and began cleaning the counter like a maniac.

“Are you ok? You look like you might have a fever,” said Loki, lookings somewhat worried while reaching across the counted to put his cool hand against my forehead. “No, just a tad warm but nothing too bad,” he said, leaving his hand against my forehead and never taking his eyes off of me.

“Yeah, I think I’m allergic to you,” I said, laughing sarcastically.

He removed his hand from my forehead while rolling his eyes before laughing as well. “Why would you say something like that? I bring joy to your life,” he said, faking innocence before asking, “Don’t I?”

I rolled my eyes, “Sure, as much joy as a bullet to the head.”

“Are you trying to say that you don’t like me?” he said playfully.

“Not really, but I’m pretty sure you like me more than I like you, especially my eyes, right?” I said, before I could stop myself.

Eventually I was gonna have to work on having a filter between my brain and my mouth because I can’t keep saying out loud whatever pops in my head. But that day was not that day.

“Well, maybe I do,” he said, smiling slyly at me as Jessica came up to us and gave him his coffee, saving me from having to answer back. Just in time.

He thanked us and walked away to sit down in his usual table with his book.

I quickly went back to work, feeling embarrassed about my slip up. Hell, I felt embarrassed about the whole interaction. I was so lost in my thoughts that it took me a while to realize that Jessica was giving me a funny look but I decided to ignore her because I didn’t want to add more weirdness to this shitty day.

I heard Jessica’s voice loud and clear in my head anyway. It was like she wanted me to hear her thoughts on Loki. Of course she’s completely ignoring that he likes her. Jesus, how dumb can she be?

“So, what do you think about Loki, Jessica? Are you ever going to try to ask him out?” I said, knowing fully well that she knew that I knew what she was thinking. I shouldn’t have said anything but I was not too happy with her right now. Also, I was completely aware that she had a huge crush on him and yet I decided to be an asshole.

She stopped cleaning the counter for a second and she swore under her breath. She knew that I had been reading her thoughts, of course, “I don’t know Bruna, why don’t you ask him out since he seems to like you more?”

“Jessica, really? I asked you a simple question, no need to get all defensive,” I said, dropping the spoons I was washing in the sink.

She didn’t say anything to me and went to the back of the coffee shop. I continued washing the dishes while fuming at what she had said (or thought, it can get confusing). She returned a few minutes later and said, “I told Brad and what’s-her-face-new-girl to cover for us, we need to talk. Let’s go take a five minute break outside.”

I dropped the dishes and obediently followed her outside where she took out a cigarette and lit it with a cheap plastic lighter. She inhaled and exhaled the smoke a few times before talking.

“I think you need to accept that you have a crush on him and that he has crush on you,” she said taking another puff before continuing, “I know it’s been awhile since you’ve dated, but you have to start again at some point.”

“Jesus Christ, you said you needed to talk to me, like you had something important to say to me. This is bullshit and you know it. I don’t care if I haven’t dated in like fifty years, I don’t have a crush on him,” I said, completely omitting the part about him liking me because that part was true, maybe, I just didn’t want to think about it or discuss it.

“Ok, sure, you don’t like him,” she said, getting agitated and pointing the cigarette at me in an accusatory way, “but explain to me why do you try to hide in the back whenever he comes in.”

“Well, I don’t know Jessica, maybe I have more important stuff to do than wait around for him to come in everyday to make his fucking coffee.”

“Bullshit,” she said, laughing somewhat bitterly, “I’ve seen the way you smile at him, all giggly, like a high school girl. You put on that  whole innocent girl act every time you like someone.”

I sighed before saying, “You want to fuck him, so you make that stupid coffee for him everyday. Get over it. You can have any guy you want but you insist on liking the ones that aren’t interested in you.”

Jessica looked at me like I had slapped her, “You know what? I’m not getting into this. I might not be a  mind reader, but I think I’ve known you long enough to know when you really like someone” she said throwing her cigarette butt to the ground, “you are in denial. Remember how in denial you were about Mark?”

Hearing his name was like being stabbed through the heart, “He was cheating on me,” I said, trying not to cry but I could feel the tears running down my face.

“Bruna, sweetie,” She said, trying to talk to me in a softer tone, “you followed Mark around for days, watching him having fun with the other girl, listening to all the things they said to each other. You didn’t tell me about it until like two weeks later and you were a wreck. It’s been three years, it’s time for you to move on.”

“I don’t have to. That’s all the reason I need. I don’t want to date anyone ever again,” I said, before using my apron to wipe away the tears, “I can’t be here right now. Could you please tell Brad that I got sick and went home?”

I didn’t even wait for Jessica to respond before walking back to the coffee shop to grab my purse. I then left through the back door before anyone could see me.