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one cannot have enough of cute and random aus so here have some more

“You’re the cute and quiet customer that frequents the coffee shop where I’m a barista and also where my rival barista works and we’re both fighting for your attention in increasingly creative and inconspicuous ways (making foam art, writing cheesy pick-up lines on your napkin etc. etc.)” AU.

“You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you” AU.

“You’re an Art student and I’m an English major and you keep stealing the papers for my assignment to doodle and I would kill you but you’re really cute and hey that’s actually a really nice sketch” AU.

“You’re the perpetual frowner in class and one day as I’m answering the teacher I intentionally make a very cheesy pun and I can hear crickets but you’re laughing out loud and that makes me feel very much accomplished” AU.

“The manager says the only reason the restaurant where we work at is popular is because people enjoy eating while watching our relentless flirting with each other but I swear to God we’re not flirting???” AU.

“I ditch prom to attend a local poetry slam and you’re also there and I never really noticed what a cute smile you have and hey do you maybe want to bond over our mutual love for ‘Howl’???” AU.

“You’re new in town and you seem very intimidating but as it turns out you have an awful sense of direction even with a map and you’re actually adorkable so here let me help you” AU.

“It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious and I think I love you???” AU.

“It’s gym class and we’re playing volleyball and you spike really well and you manage to hit the ball square in my face and I think I’m bleeding and you’re apologizing profusely and it’s okay but you’re really cute so I guess I’ll take you up on that offer for coffee” AU.

“You’re the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and drawing phallic pictures on your coffee” AU.

“Our mutual friend invites us to go shopping with them and it’s kind of awkward and now you’re pushing them around the mall in a shopping cart and you’re both screaming like excited children and I’m paying the cashier and pretending I don’t know either of you” AU.

“Our mutual friend invites us for Thanksgiving dinner with their other friends and now there’s a full-fledged food fight going on with potatoes and turkey flying everywhere and we’re both seeking refuge under the table whilst sharing a bag of chips that you brought (just in case)” AU.

“You and I are both baristas at a coffee shop and one day I step out of the café to take a break and walk in on you gleefully drawing phallic pictures on the chalkboard outside that no one pays attention to so what are you doing?” AU.

“You and I go out to a sushi bar and the sushi chef yells at you for being allergic to a particular kind of fish and now you’re crying and I’m trying to comfort you” AU.

“You and I are at a sushi restaurant and you’re continuously snagging sushi off the belt that I have to pay for and you don’t seem to be going to stop anytime soon but you look so cute when you’re eating with that smile on your face what the hell man” AU.

“The mailman constantly mixes up your home address and mine together and keeps on sending me your letters and packages and I’m sorry I look through them but your life seems very interesting as well as those books on black magic in one of your packages so wanna talk about it over a cup of coffee?” AU.

“We’re both strangers sitting in the same booth at an eatery because all the other booths are full and you’re drawing smiley faces on your plate with ketchup and wow your concentrated frown is cute” AU.

“It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single” AU.

“You’re my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how Charles Dickens inspired prison reform and how the moon must feel insignificant because it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you please shut up and go to sleep” AU.

“You’re actually a really friendly and chill vampire and at night you float around outside of my bedroom window to talk with me about the universe and stuff” AU.

“You’re going through my sketchbook and giving questioning looks and I swear to God I’m just a deranged artist and not a serial killer” AU.

“We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU.

“I’ve been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what to make of you” AU.

“I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad” AU.

“There’s a scrawny black cat in our neighborhood that hates everyone and everything but follows you around for some reason and I see you pet it and feed it fish fries are you a witch” AU

“I’m a perpetual frowner and most certainly not a morning person and I work part-time at a breakfast bar and your disheveled hair and content smile as you eat my waffles and scrambled eggs is the only thing that can get me to smile” AU.

“You’re the one in class who has tattoos all over their arms and piercings and everybody’s scared of you and one day I catch you watching cat videos and doodling in the middle of a lecture and wow you’re a dork” AU.

“I work part-time as a cashier at the local corner store and you come here regularly to shop and bond with me over the microwavable chicken bites so how about I take you out on a proper date instead?” AU.

“I’m the owner of a magic shop and you discover my magics one day when you walk in on my cat flying around inside the shop on a broom and now I have to take you in as my apprentice or turn you into a toad” AU.

“You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU.

“You’re a tea-lover yet you come to the coffee shop where I work at just to see my foam art and you give me hefty tips regularly so I’ve taken it upon myself to master the art of tea-making just for you” AU.

“I’m a fashion major and I’m working on my illustrations and maybe I’ve had too much coffee but I swear I just saw one of the mannequins move so here I am calling you in the middle of the night please help I’m scared” AU.

“You work at a fast food restaurant and as you hand me my food you lecture me for ruining my health what is this hypocrisy” AU.

“I’m egging a random person’s house to relieve stress and you join me and as it turns out the house belongs to your ex and now they are chasing us as well as the police and now we’re both in jail waiting to be bailed so um you wanna talk about it?” AU.

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Idk if anyone has noticed but for the past like .... month and a half I’ve had a tendency to pick up plots, then drop them, then pick up new plots before dropping them again. It’s insane and totally unfair and most people have probably forgotten from weeks ago but to make a completely long story short, I was going through a huge mental crisis. It was bad. My mental instability spilled over into my Indie and I was being hostile, dramatic, and finicky with, you guessed it, plots! One moment I was ready to write a five page thread and the next I realized I was up to my ears. Well now that I’ve begun both therapy AND school, my mental has seemingly cleared. My therapist is a bad bitch and I’m seeing the light - for my indie, it means I went overboard and now I’m realizing I’m up to my ears in replies I can’t write and promises I can’t keep. The good news is that I won’t be randomly picking up plots like a flighty bird who has zero time to write. The not so good news is how many threads I’m dropping. The even better news is this should be my last time in like months, and I mean months, talking about six months at the minimum, that I drop threads at this rate. Don’t want this to be my reputation okay? The bitch that purges threads every two weeks. So I’m gonna be compiling a list as my replies go on. I’m sorry for those whose time I’ve wasted, I’m sorry for getting ppl’s like excitement up only to crash and burn. I wish I could say I can handle it all and write like speed racer and give it my all but I can’t. It burns me out and considering writing is supposed to help my mentality, I shouldn’t be punishing it either. However like I said, last big purge. Last BIG PURGE OF REPLIES. After this, I’ll have my set replies. Also thanks to like those who have been by my side and supported me. It seems dramatic to write this but like... my anxiety is telling me y’all finna hate me so I wrote this to shut it up. K thnx love y’all and hope you understand. 

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Reyna felt Emmett’s gaze on her - she supposed it was his turn after she’d stared so long. She wondered what he saw. Was she as radiant to him as he was to her? Did he ever think of her beyond the moments they spent limbs tangled in bed? Reyna focused on Maddon’s game, trying not to pay attention to his eyes on her. It was already tempting enough to turn and catch his gaze, but then she knew it would disappear as fleetingly as it turned to her. After all, this wasn’t something they did. They weren’t tender, weren’t gentle with the other - staring at the other wasn’t something they did, let alone staring into each other’s eyes. Best not to pretend as if this was a love story, even if the butterflies fluttering in her stomach said otherwise, her heart suddenly too big for her chest, beating faster than should be humanly possible against her rib cage. 

She felt his fingers in her hair then, not pulling or tangling like they would do normally behind the closed door of his bedroom or in the moments Maddon and his older sister weren’t looking in the kitchen. No, instead they were soft, playing with her hair between his fingertips, as if just noticing the way it framed her face, or how straight it was. Reyna turned, her gaze meeting his, a look in his eyes that she couldn’t place. She resisted the urge to reach out and graze her fingertips over his cheek, something she was grateful for when he dropped his hand only mere moments later. Reyna shook herself from the trance she’d found herself in at his touch. “I learned from the best,” she managed to get out, still fighting the urge to reach over and touch him. And yet, if he could do it so simply, so lightly, what was stopping her. Silently, her fingertips grazed over the back of his hand, fingers lightly sitting in the spaces between his bruised knuckles, silently asking permission for him not to mention the action, begging for just a moment of the gentle nature she’d just witnessed. Reyna didn’t so much as look down as she quirked an eyebrow, lips widening into a smirk that mirrored his. “You think he doesn’t already know something’s up with how noisy we get when we’re supposed to be ‘napping’?” Her gaze moved back to the boy on the baseball field. “I’m sure he’d got you and I all figured out - after all he’s a smart kid.” She turned, fingers slipping from where they’d sat, brushing against Emmett’s inner thigh. “Not to mention that you’re his big brother, not me…. having that talk falls to you.”  A chuckle slipped from her lips. “That’s one way to put it.” 

The length of his gaze became alarming causing him to slightly shift his attention to his younger brother. Only slightly. It allowed for his head to be faced forward as if he wasn’t as interested in peering at Reyna. Though the way the green of his eyes pointed in her direction said quite the opposite. How naive he was when he had sliced her rich skin with the edge of his blade, her blood salty on his tongue. To think he, at any point in their relationship, would be able to walk away without second thought. Even worse, for him to believe he could harm her the same way he had done to so many others before - it was agonizing. This was against his nature and yet it felt just as natural as watching life drain from another’s eyes. He was not one to feel. The very thought was suffocating to the brunette. Her presence was antithetical. 

Unable to gain control after their previous tender moment, his jaw fell rather slack when her gaze locked onto his. The sun had positioned itself to gleam angelically around her frame. Which came quite into contrast with he intensiveness of her expression. And like the tide drawn by the moon, his adoration pushed him to kiss her. There was still a hint of his usual fierceness whenever physically connected to Reyna, hence his hand urging the back of her head so that their kiss was deepened, but passion marked it more than brutality. It wasn’t until his younger brother and friend shouted ‘ew’ was he inclined to separate. He was breathless, his eyes still closed and half of his mouth quirked upwards. “If he was dumb enough to believe we were napping before, he’s not going to think that anymore.” With that, he pulled himself away yet rested his arm on the bench behind her. “A lot of things falls onto me, but you’ve seemed to have picked them up. Effortless even. Or do we still expect me to wash dishes and cook dinner? I didn’t think so.” He met her chuckle with his own. This time he was less shocked at how strange the noise rattled. “Before you came, I think we both forgot what vegetables were. Just bar food.”

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Another shift at the bar over at last. The last of the customers had left, and now all there was left to do was clean up. Bo and Emmett were a pretty damn efficient team. Neither of them really felt the need to fill the empty air with meaningless conversation trying to get to know the other better. They got the work done and they got out of there. “Sounds good.” Bo caught the rag and spray bottle before spraying down the surface of the bar and starting to wipe it off. “You got tomorrow night off right?”

Emmett began lifting the bar stools in preparation to sweep the floor. Whenever closing with Bo, the bartender felt his shoulders could release a bit of tension. He wouldn’t be forced into conversation or some sort of employee morale test. His preference of silence was seemingly shared by Bo which caused him to favor her over the others. Funny. The person he knew the least about happened to be the person he rather spend the most amount of time with at the bar. Yet his choice ended once they left the bar. “No. Picked up a shift for Jared. Fucking dick called off last second.” He shrugged while lifting the last stool. If not for the increased police presence in the area, Jared’s body might have found itself floating in the lake nearby. If. 

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How do you do it? How do you never fail at being such a beautiful individual? Is it a secret? Can you clue me in? Because I would really love to know. They say true beauty always begins within and ends on the outside of a person, and I find that to be very true. How do I know? Well, I’m speaking to living proof. Always remember that you ARE beautiful and never allow anyone to make you believe differently. x

idk who sent this or why but thank you so much :*. but boo i ain’t got any advice for you bc im lowkey crazy and y’all just don’t see that side of me. my advice to u is not to follow my cray cray path. Anyways i love you anon!! and appreciate this so much. I needed this tonight. 

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Not knowing where the poke to his side came from, he pinned the crime onto Rhiannon by flicking his middle finger in her direction. He should have his attention on the game a mere inches from the bleachers they sat on but the rowdy group was much more entertaining. “Lemme catch you again putting your hands near me and I’m tackling you to the ground,” he bantered while twisting his body on the metal bench. If he reached far enough, he would be able to pull her onto his lap. For payback purposes. Though the crowd they sat with would have smirks piled high. They did whenever the pair interacted regardless how many times either rejected any notion of being together. “Nasty.” He stuck his tongue out in faux disgust before breaking into a fit of chuckles. “Don’t know where those have been.” Keenan was pointing to her hands.

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“I do still have one question. Why did you even cheat before,” Micah asked dryly, crossing her arms over her chest. Tapping her fingers against her arm, she waited for him to explain himself. She’d been taught to believe the idea ‘once a cheater, always a cheater’. And she’d never quite understood why someone would cheat to begin with. “Maybe you didn’t this time, but then it makes even less sense that you did it before.” 

“Because I wanted to cum.” His tone was dry while he shrugged lazily. There wasn’t much else for him to explan. Keenan wasn’t searching for something better or even emotional support. From the outside in, Micah was a fantastic partner. It was entirely on him. “It makes perfect fucking sense,” he sighed aggravated. “I cheated once. It happened, you caught me, I apologized and swore to never do it again. I haven’t. Either you get over it or you walk out of this relationship. Fucking sick of this shit.”

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True to his words, a flush spread across Daphne’s cheeks, remembering the way in fact, that he used to greet her; the very moment Daphne realized he was tailing her, the way he pushed her against the nearest wall, her giggle as her hands moved to cup his cheeks, the heat he radiated as his lips pressed against hers, the way Daphne felt as if she was glowing with the summer sun as well. She shook her head, dispelling the memory before she could taint it with any realization that that was how she’d ended up here - cold to the touch, bones frozen with winter, skin searing with pain anytime Keenan came close to touching her like he once did. “Maybe - but I’m immortal remember? Besides, I doubt anyone but your mother really wants to murder me. And as far as stalkers go, I’m pretty sure you’re the only one I have. Max is far too preoccupied with Selene to consider it and I don’t think any of our other classmates pay me any attention. You’re the one I’d worry about. People see you stalking me, they’ll think you’re a weirdo.” She cocked an eyebrow, teasing grin on her lips. “Not that they’d be completely off base with that assumption.”

He chuckled. “My mom forgot you exist. Plus if she wanted you dead, you’d have passed onto the next lifespan by now.” Taking care not to brush his arm against her, even if that’s all he could think of, he continued walking beside her. Where to mattered little to him. They could walk miles until they were on the other side of the world. As long as they could remain in this moment. When they weren’t avoiding each other because of his duties, they were ready to rip the other’s throat out. These types of interactions were rare for the pair. His cheeks heated up at her words, not used to being on the other side of teasings. “Weirdo? Yeah right.” He blew air through his lips. “Do I look threatening? I look like the type of guy parents would love for their little baby girl to bring home to meet.” His gaze landed on her reddened cheeks, purposely searching for her freckles. God was she distracting. If she only turned slightly to meet his gaze with those deep blue eyes of hers, he’d be a goner. “Besides you love my weirdness. If you didn’t, you’d have kicked me to the curb long time ago.”

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He was being cocky. The way he ran his hand through deep black locks, the smirk which adorned his expression; all indications of how confident he felt in front of the Atara. “This is a surprise.” He playfully batted his eyelashes as he leaned forward, knowing damn well the show he was putting on grabbed the attention of the other boys around him. They were tapping his shoulder in encouragement while their veiled cackles furthered his arrogant nature. “I could’ve swore this weekend you hated me, babe. Or I misread that whole cold shit you pulled at the party. Must’ve been fucked outta my mind.” With slender digits, he loudly popped a slip of gum into his mouth. The satisfaction of having a woman who earlier rejected his advances standing in front of him fueled his pride further than humanly possible. “You need somethin’?” he inquired.

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    It was just shy of a few weeks since Marianne had moved into her own apartment. Her parents still weren’t happy that she had left their home. They still were trying to convince her to come home just about every single time she talked to them. That night was like any other night. She was trying to get her classwork done after work. Yet again there was the sound of loud music and hyena like laughter. Yet again her neighbor seemed to be throwing another party. She had been debating going over there almost every single time that happened. She had been too nervous too considering she was still new in the building. That night, however, she felt like she needed to do something. That was why she found herself standing in front of the door. Nervously she wrung her hands before she was reaching to pound her fist against the door. Normally she wouldn’t do such a thing but the music was loud. She continued to do so for a few minutes. Her hand dropped and she was starting to think it was useless. At least until the door swung open and she put on a polite smile,“ Um, hi, I’m Marianne, I just moved in a few weeks back and I was wondering if you could possibly turn that down? I can’t even hear myself think.”

At first he mistook the banging on his door as added bass from the music. Which considering his level of intoxicated was easy for anyone to believe. “Fucking hell,” he grumbled as a few partygoers rolled their eyes in annoyance. By now the majority of his neighbors had gotten used to his recklessness and how it affected everyone else. Being the son of the man who owned the building gave him several privileges; this one of them. It surely wasn’t the cops or he’d have too many plastic baggies to explain. “Gimmie a moment,” he yelled above the music before finally opening the door. Instead of his original assumption, which was an older woman stroking one of her many cats, an incredibly stunning redhead happened to greet him on the other side. His signature smirk upturned as he leaned onto the door frame. “Sorry can’t really hear you,” he teased, pointing to the party behind him. “Did you ask if you could join? Shit yeah! The more the merrier they say.” Although he was not ignorant to her request, he feigned it anyways and moved his body as if to invite her in.

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“So I’ve decided something,” he fidgeted with the fringe on his jeans from a spot that had been so worn down it ripped. “I’m going to try and perform at the end of summer music festival. I think it might be time to get back into the swing of things and perform.”

Peyton’s smile widened and she held down the urge to wrap her arms excitedly around him. Instead she opted for an enthusiastic pat on the back. “ Félicitations. Been fuckin’ telling you this shit for a while but I won’t ask for credit. Just backstage passes.” She sat up from her position on the ground. “When are auditions? Or are you already guaranteed a spot in?”