#or is it also for the favourite barista that always puts extra whip cream in their coffee without extra charge

[lovely-bellflower]

I wanna see a story about how once upon a time forever ago, Stephanie was a pregnant teen who had to give up her child for adoption. I need a modern comic that talks about that.

So many of the sensitive subjects comics used to talk about is no longer referenced or used. Like how numerous characters had families with drug addictions or they had addictions themselves. I want to read about how that affects them today as adults or in how they treat others such as civilians that may have the same problem.

I don’t believe for a second either Barbara, Bruce, or Tim don’t keep a subtle eye on the baby as it’s growing up acting like a guardian angel from afar. So much personal connection between characters’ past with their present and how they treat civilians has been lost and I feel like a lot of stories suffer for it

[httpteddybear]

Cherry | Harry Styles

SUMMARY; After Harry gets his heart broken once again, he swears off love, until Y/n and her dog bring him a delicious gift and their friendship along with it.

WARNING(S); Cursing, disgustingly adorable fluff, a v cute cameo from my real dog Peachy!! (send her some kisses), slow burn, angst if you squint

WORD COUNT; 7.8k

AUTHORS NOTE; Hey, this is for @tiostyles Fine Line challenge, give her a follow! Also, this is my first time publishing my writing so I’m so so sorry if it’s terrible. Forgive me if it's written badly. I wrote this on Tumblr so sorry if it looks funny or anything. Also pls give all the love to my dog peachy she loves attention. (thanks to @lostincalum​ @h0tsos​ for reading a bit of this) Happy Reading!!

“I don’t know what to say to you except I’m sorry.”

Harry was everything but okay. He’d just found out that the girl he had pined over for months obviously didn’t feel the same. Now Harry was a smart man. He knew the ins and outs of his career and who he should and shouldn’t let into his life, which is why he was so baffled that he’d chosen the wrong person to let into his heart. She’d met Gemma and Anne, even a few of his cousins, and they’d all loved her. It was quite heart wrenching because even though she’d just told him the number one thing that would end a relationship, he still loved her.

“J-Just don’t call him baby, okay?”

—

It’d been almost two months since he’d seen Camille and his life wasn’t really alright. He wasn’t fully over her, she was incorporated into his daily life. His clothes, his thoughts, his eating habits, his favourite tv shows, everything. Somehow everyone found out within a matter of days what had happened, so he got an earful from Jeff. Then he got the sympathy from his family.

The only thing worse than both of those was the pity. When he went to get coffee the barista said she “hoped he was okay.” While giving him his coffee, and then Harry had seen a group of fans and the first thing that was said to him was “you poor baby.” That had set him off. Because even though it was tough, he was not a baby. He could do his own laundry and make his own food. He was not dependent on Camille for any of that, it was just nice to have someone by his side in a non-platonic way. Don’t get him wrong, he still put on a smile as they belittled him a bit. It was what he did.

So currently Harry was sitting on his couch, watching Disney movies. He felt more comfortable in his London home than the one in L.A. so he gathered his essentials and hopped on a plane. He was in a big knit sweater and some sweats. He felt content as ever. He had sort of swore off love when the Camille situation happened, so this feeling of contentment was nice. Inside his home he didn’t really have to worry about prying eyes or people judging him, so wrapped in large clothes looking very small was okay. It was okay outside of home too, but he always had a knack for looking somewhat presentable. He liked to be pretty. As did everyone but it made Harry feel like he was on top of the world. If he had the courage to wear a dress he damn sure would.

As Harry was finishing up he’d decided it was time for a cat nap. So that’s what he did. He didn’t bother to take off his clothes, just lazily pulling himself up the stairs and into his room before crashing down on his bed, pulling the duvet over his feet and up to his neck before rolling to his right side. He’d always been a side sleeper. From what his mom said, at least.

—

“Peachy! Who’s my good girl? Who’s my best girl?”

Somehow peach had found the other shoe Y/n was looking for, and that warranted some love. Y/n smiled as the Samoyed licked her happily. They were about to go on a walk to explore the new neighborhood. Y/n had judged moved into an adorable two-bedroom, one-bath, yellow house. Y/n was the epitome of someone you’d find living in that type of house. With her vanilla perfume, big fluffy Samoyed dog, and overall happy personality, the homeowner thought she was the perfect candidate to rent to.

Going on her way, Y/n decided she’d take a walk somewhere she hasn’t driven through, her best option was essentially a rich community, but she didn’t care. Her dirty shoes hit the pavement alongside Peach, watching as her dog sniffed everything in sight. Turning the corner, she found the cutest little bakery, and her excitement showed. Walking up to the brick building, she’d immediately seen the sign in bold. “NO DOGS.” Frowning, Y/n looked around. She started to walk to the pole she was going to tie peach too, but then she heard squeals.

“Mommy! Doggie!”

It didn’t bother her, so she rerouted.

“Hi miss, is it okay if my dog loves on your little munchkin? She’s very sweet and I’ve heard your child’s excitement.”

The mother smiled at how kind the girl was before nodding. Y/n brought peach over, and she was overjoyed to see the tiny child immediately clutching on.

After a few moments of her chatting with the mother, her stomach decided to make itself know. So she politely excused herself cursing at her stomach for ruining an adorable moment. Tying peach to the grey pole, she trotted inside the bakery. It was mostly empty minus the couple sharing a moment by the window and the assumed college student typing away.

“Hi, welcome to Wall Street Bakery! What can I get you?”

Y/n had to scan over the menu, they had everything from cackle to scones, so it was a difficult choice. But she’d finally agreed on a cup of whipped cream, for peach, and a half a dozen cupcakes. She didn’t know what she’d do with the extra, but she’d figure it out. Pulling nineteen pounds from her purse, she told the girl to keep the change, and she was on her way.

Peach had, as expected, ate all the whipped cream from the medium size cup. Y/n had a single cupcake before she was stuffed, in her defense, she had four slices of pizza, so this was just a tiny snack for her. She didn’t know why she ordered six, but she knew she’d find something to do with the remaining. She and peach started to walk again, taking all kinds of turns and twists, but not enough to lose their tracking. Suddenly Y/n came to a beautiful White House. It looked elegant, so she stopped to admire.

In her mind it wasn’t really creepy, she was just admiring the luxury. The more she looked the clearer everything became. Including the figure in the window of the second story. He sat idle, maybe reading or listening to music, she couldn’t quite tell. He looked dainty, fragile even. So Y/n knew where the five cupcakes would go. She swiftly pulled out a sticky note and a pen and got to work.

‘Hopefully, this sweetens up your day!’

-Y/n :)

—

Harry was listening to music. Mainly Stevie Nicks if we’re honest. He’d decided that today was going to be a relaxing day, which means that going to the studio was out of the agenda. Jeff was okay with it, stating that he had to have a meeting with someone else anyway. So Harry had a fully free relax day. So social media, television, and laziness were his full schedule. Harry had almost gotten caught up with his timeline then his stomach rumbled. He got up, going downstairs. He walked through the living room, still hearing Disney Channel from the tv. Finally getting to the kitchen, he started looking.

Now, after countless walk between the cabinets and the fridge, Harry just gave up. He decided to be a tiny bit productive by getting the mail. Harry slipped his feet in the weirdly angled slippers by the door and walked outside. Harry looked like a proper dad right now, clad in pajama sweat pants, a robe with no shirt under, and fuzzy slippers. As soon as he got outside he saw a pastel pink box with a yellow sticky note on it. Harry wasn’t crazy, but maybe this was something from Camille. Maybe a box of his favourite red velvet cupcakes that her mom made, or maybe a truce. He tried not to get his hopes up. He also wasn’t stupid. So there was no way he was opening that box inside. Just in case.

So, carefully, he grabbed the sticky note from on top of the box. His eyes scanned the letters as a small smile came to his face. Whoever this was, seemed nice and trustworthy, from what he could gather from the tiny paper. So he opened the box, just having to take the small piece of tape that was on the box. Inside we’re a mix of vanilla and chocolate cupcakes, and while it wasn’t red velvet, they looked pretty promising. Again, Harry didn’t know this stranger, and he was a bit of a skeptic when it came to random gifts on his doorstep. But for an unknown reason, he felt inclined to just trust his gut. He was getting far too hangry to worry about death.

He picked up a chocolate cupcake and bit off about half in one bite. Trust and believe that he moaned at the taste. When you deprive yourself of sweets for a healthy diet, a bite into any kind of sweet felt like you were on acid in cake land. So Harry forgot all about the mail and swiftly took the box inside, kicking the door closed with his foot. Now he was almost one hundred percent sure that his whole day would be filled with the sweet-savory taste of these cupcakes.

Harry was very grateful for y/n the cupcake giver, whoever they may be.

-

Y/n felt like she was doing well in life, not astronomically good, but well. She didn’t have any major issues, she was generally acceptable by society. Well, her generation society, cause, of course, some piercing, tattoos, weight, and anything seemly not normal to grandmas around the world was a sin. She got okay grades in school and had a nice job. She had enough money for a tiny yellow house, a dog, and of course herself, so in her mind, she was doing more than good. but for some reason, not having a significant other was the biggest problem for anyone who found out. Y/n had boyfriends, girlfriends, flings, she dabbled in just about anything she felt, but for the past three years, getting her and her pet a life was the most important thing at the time. Now, y/n wasn’t opposed to having someone around. Maybe the cute girl at the coffee shop, her curly hair, dark skin contrasting against striking blue eyes, and pearly white smile was enough to give y/n butterflies as she finished her scone that day. Or the cute boy in the window, there was just something about him. Y/n liked him enough to give him five beautiful delicious cupcakes, so that should say something.

Pop culture was something that y/n was very interested in. Every now and then she’d find herself drooling over Calum Hood on her feed or staring at a paused shot of Zendaya in Euphoria for twenty-three minutes. She loved seeing people grow and she could even say that she was a fan. In fact, if you showed her the music video for Best Song Ever, she’d probably burst in your face with “Niall, do the shimmy, do the shimmy, do the shimmy, and Zayn pirouette and Louis do the splits, and Liam you stay exactly where you are because you are PERFECT,”

Y/n loved things like that, it was amazing to see people get credit when they deserve it. Sure she was heartbroken when My Chemical Romance broke up, maybe she cried for two hours when One Direction broke up, but she got over it. She could proudly listen to Welcome to the Black Parade without crying and she even kept up with Niall and Harry, not like she used to, but she tried to like a picture every now and then. Y/n was a go with the flow kind of girl, she moved on from things quickly and saw the good in things. which is why she was very confused seeing #camillerowecancelled all over her timeline. it was hard to not click on it, but y/n was having a good day and she did not need to indulge in things like that, she left that behind when she deleted Wattpad in 2014.

“Ma’am?”

Y/n nearly forgot that she was at a pet store, social media does that.

“Oh! Yes, hi. I was just looking to see if you guys had any Huskies or Pitbulls?”

Y/n was on a mission to get Peach a friend. She felt bad that the 6-month-old puppy had to be all alone while she was at work, so the only option was getting another dog to keep her company. Peach got on well with just about every dog, so it wasn’t a life-changing decision, she just had to find a dog that Peachy would get on well with. 

The worker showed her and Peach to the dog area and just left, for that she was thankful. She had always talked to Peach and she intended to ask her about the dogs she got excited about but she was sure the worker would’ve thought she was crazy. So she walked around a bit, looking at dogs and talking to Peach. Then, she nearly dropped her phone. She ran to the glass swiftly, looking at the tiny pup. It was a Husky-Chow Chow mix, and she knew she already loved her, she had no name yet either. Peach saw y/n get excited and started wagging her tail. soon enough, a puppy was on in front of her and peach couldn’t be happier to see the mini bear-like dog.

“She’s only about eight weeks old, and a lot of work, are you sure?”

Y/n couldn’t believe the audacity of the question. Of course, she wanted a tiny bear scampering around, going on adventures with her and peach. So she signed about thirty papers as quick as she could. She came to the name paper and the question hung in the air. What did she want to name the tiny bear? With Peach, she got a few days to be creative, and the samoyed was just peachy, so she named her Peach. Y/n searched her brain for names until she couldn’t think anymore. Then she squealed. She does that a lot.

Now, Y/n was on her way home, little Pipkin in her lap,  peach sat in the passenger seat as she jammed out to Lana Del Rey. Pip seemed to be having the time of her life, happy to be out of the confined cage. Y/n was, as you’d say, living her best life. She really didn’t have a care in the world. No one could really blame her. Y/n was pretty sure she just scored the cutest dog in all of London.

“Summertime and the living’s easy!”:

Y/n made it home in record time, she's pretty sure she was speeding, but Peach seemed very excited so she wanted them to be able to interact. She put Pip’s tiny leash and harness on, which was proved to be useless. Pip just kept tangling herself in Y/n’s legs and nearly got trampled by Peach. So, Pip got off scot-free just being carried. Peach was sniffing the tiny animal as soon as Y/n stepped in the door.

“Peachy, hold on I promise I’ll put her down in a sec.”

After getting settled, Y/n carefully set Pipkin on the ground, going to the couch to watch the two dogs interact. Peach sniffed Pipkin and vice versa, both faces have been in the butt of the other in addition to their own. They ran around the house for a bit, then the yard. They ate together for the first time, Peach even tried to share her food. They got on well, just like Y/n had predicted, so she decided it was time for a group walk. Y/n put a pastel hoodie over her tiny black camisole crop-top and exchanged her slides for converse, then they were out the door.

Pip seemed to walk better with Peach as Y/n helped guide. She went the same way as yesterday, finding she liked the scenic route even if it was longer. She walked passed the coffee shop, even smiling at the cute curly-haired girl. She passed the bakery this time, she wasn’t feeling sweets today. She walked quite a bit, even taking a few selfies of all three of them. Y/n was excited. She and Peach had a new companion. It might also be the rush of the fact that she's pretty sure the cute window boy is out in his lawn. She tried to keep cool, even almost went to the other side of the street but peach wasn’t gonna let that happen. It seems already Pip has become a rebel because she stayed with Peach. Y/n trained them, but they weren’t like Army dogs, so she let them practically pull her until two houses before his. She fixed herself up a bit, checking that her posture didn’t resemble the hunchback of Notre Dame. 

She got closer and she could already feel the butterflies swirling in her tummy. Peach and Pip must’ve felt it too, because closer they got, the closer to Y/n the dogs got. Especially Pip, but I’m sure its just cause she’s very tiny compared to the man, his hand could probably fit Pip in its palm. Y/n contemplated talking to him, which she did until she was nearly up in his face. When she saw him clearly, oh boy. Butterflies were an understatement. it was like a swarm of fuzzy bumblebees was tickling every part of her tummy. Y/n can definitely confirm that curly hair and bright eyes were essentially her type as of now.

“The boy from the window!��

If Y/n wanted to die before it was nothing compared to now. she literally wanted London to swallow her and her dogs until they were in the middle of nowhere with no proof of their existence. Pip and Peach weren’t bothered, sitting idle in the sun. The gate blocked out a bit of Y/n’s beet-red face, not as much as she would have wished.

-

Harry had decided to go outside. It was a pretty nice day for London, the sun was even out. So after copious amounts of sunscreen, some more presentable clothing, just in case of a fan, and some slides, he was on his way to his larger than the normal front yard. He planned on being out for a bit, so he brought snacks and drinks too. His mother taught him the habit. She always had some sort of snack in her purse and she almost always had those mini water bottles.

He lived in a pretty secluded part of London, but he still wanted to be prepared if a fan came up to him. Harry didn’t want to sound like an ass but more often than not, he didn’t want to take pictures. He was all for living in the moment. After always having a camera on you for about six years, you’d get sick of it too. It's not that he didn’t like meeting fans, he loved it. They made him who he was, but almost every one of them wanted a picture to document that they met him. It's albeit sad, the fact that if you just said that you met him, everyone would ask for proof. Trust does get a bit tainted from fame. 

Harry was almost ready to go inside, he was near sunburnt, and if he didn't get inside his mom would scold him. Now some people might think that he's an adult and that he doesn't need to listen to her. Harry thinks different. His mom is such a kind soul but if you make her mad enough to scold you, oh she’ll scold you. Harry didn't like the feel of the cold aloe vera either. He’d kept it in the fridge, it was mean to cool you down and soothe you, but that's maybe a five minute cool. His had been in the fridge for about two months. Then, he saw a fluffy cloud walking alongside a very tiny bear, so he stayed. Even to just get a closer glance at the dogs.

Now imagine this, you’re on your lawn, waiting for two dogs to pass by, but they stop at your gate. You’re curious and, in this case, you think it might be a fan. what would be the face you made if the first thing that person said was,

“The boy from the window!”

It took him a minute to even process the words the girl just spoke, he was on autopilot walking to his gate and unlocking it. He went up to the girl, she looked sweet, she was very pretty and looked like she could model but also like she had just run three miles, her face was very red. Harry didn’t mention it. Instead, he said,

“Pardon?”

He couldn’t tell who was redder. that was an idiot thing to say, he could see it now if this angel really was famous, the headlines would probably be at his neck, making jokes about how he had shit pickup lines, but he did. That probably warranted cheating in his mind.

-

Y/n couldn’t believe she was about to explain that she was being a creep but she didn’t know what else to say, she couldn’t just let the silence sit but holy shit, she was talking to Harry Styles. Her stomach said barf on his feet but her mind said to play it cool, she chooses the latter.

“I, uh, yesterday, I saw you sat in the window, and you looked a bit sad, at least from where I was standing, so I left five cupcakes at your doorstep. I’m Y/n.”

Y/n saw his face shift, but his eyes showed immediate confusion. 

“How’d you get through the gate?”

Way to go y/n, you trespassed. You finally meet a boy, well, see a boy, and you fuck it up by trespassing? yay.

“I- It was actually open a bit and you looked sad. Listen, I'm sorry but please don't send me to jail. Pip and Peachy need me to feed them and I need my tiny house I beg you just like punch me instead I sw-”

Y/n couldn’t help herself. From her perspective she made a damn good case, cause no one could take the person who has two dogs to jail, Well, they could, but morally? yeah right bitch.

“Hey, don’t worry, yeah? just let me pet your dogs and we’ll call a truce.”

Y/n didn’t think this could get any better. She met Harry Styles, and he likes her dogs. Not gonna lie, Y/n thought he was a cat person, sure he could be a ray of sunshine, but he had major resting ‘step a centimeter too close to me and I’ll kill you’ face. Her need to scream right now was a ten on a scale of one to nine. Sure she kept her composure and would until she got comfortable, but if she was alone, she’d break a glass. One Direction among, various other artists, shaped her taste in music all through high school. She listened to No Control pretty much every day of freshman year, it was on her morning playlist.

Y/n zoned out, caught up in her thoughts, but when she did come back from the wave of nostalgia, she saw possibly a once in a lifetime moment. Her dogs, snuggled up into harry, as he sat there in all his handsome glory.

“I completely forgot to introduce m’self. I’m Harry.”

he held a kind smile, it didn’t fully reach his eyes, but it was genuine.

“I know who you are, congratulations on the new song, by the way.”

He didn’t miss a beat before asking,

“Would you like a picture?”

Y/n honestly didn’t know what to do. Would saying no be too rude? ‘Cause she did not have the energy to pull out her phone. 

“Oh, no thanks, actually.”

He seemed, almost relived? It was confusing. Y/n didn’t meet celebrities on the regular, but she was almost one hundred percent sure that he would have thought she was rude. 

After talking and letting Harry pet her dogs a bit more, she, unfortunately, had to go. She let him know, they exchanged hugs, and she said a sorrowful goodbye to Harry. It was weird, sometimes she forgot that people she looked up too were just like her at some point. maybe playing with a Tamagotchi or beating one of their friends at BopIt. It truly was a ‘rags to riches’ story for so many famous people.

Y/n finally got home, after taking a few pit stops, letting Peach and Pip do what they needed to do. She was relieved to see her tiny yellow house, it held a lot of character for one, Y/n even went as far as naming it Lanana. It was a dumb combination of lemon and banana, re; her house colour. Second, her feet were pretty much throbbing. Pip was acting like she was dying from walking and Peach immediately lied on the floor. Y/n also found the rug to be pretty comfortable as she lied on it, staring at her surroundings.

Her cacti seemed to be doing well, probably cause it was fake. It seemed fairly clean, so she didn’t have to worry about that tomorrow. her tapestry of corgis seemed to have come down on one side, but other than that her walls looked genuinely okay, she has yet to put a hole in them. and her books on the coffee table were still unmoved. Y/n didn’t really read them, but who has books on their coffee table that they actually read? The ceiling was pretty bland though, maybe she’d buy something to put on it. 

Y/n rolled over and pulled out her phone. her eyes were probably going to hurt later. Whenever she started scrolling, it didn’t matter which app, she had trouble stopping. But she’d get up eventually, if not, Peach would probably maul her if she didn’t get her peanut butter covered meds. Y/n debated going on twitter, but she didn't really want to see anything on there, opting for Instagram, she got into a comfortable position and started scrolling.

-

Harry was very, very frustrated. He had gotten a sunburn and that scold from his mom. Anne went on for about fifteen minutes about how he’d get skin cancer and how he’ll feel like leather by the time he’s fifty. She had good intentions, but Harry had thin patients. He did keep it under wraps, he had too. It’d be a whole other scolding if he got snappy with his mum. He actually talked to her for ten minutes, more or less, about what was going on in his life and etcetera before his mum called it a night.

He kept thinking about you, well you and your dogs. Sure human interaction was appealing, puppy interaction was essential. Had you been anyone else, excluding his mum and a few friends, Harry would have called security. He just chose to trust his gut and the dogs that you were with.

It was a rare feeling that harry got around dogs. Not like the love you give your significant other, it was less intimate. More like the love you give a child or someone you love very much. Harry almost considered getting a dog. Big or small the creatures were loyal, always waiting for you to get home and following you through the house. They were very reliable and dependant on their owners. Harry thought that was something he needed. Someone to depend on him, keep him grounded and let him know he was wanted. He had wanted a dog up until he realized that he was too busy. He was always busy now. Getting ready to release a new album, having to give his all for it to be what he imagined. He barely had time to himself, a pet would be too much to handle.

Had Harry realized a singing career would jeopardize his opportunity to get a dog, he would have never auditioned in the first place. Harry always had a love for animals. Now, when you hear that you take into account people's fears, with Harry, you didn’t have to. By the age of three, he was trotting up to garden snakes, helping to untangle them from whatever twig they were stuck in. He helped spiders outside and whatever you can think of that someone would fear, he’d do it. Not because he was brave, because if you told him to try and run over a tiny stream in-between the grass, he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you no and throw a fit. Harry was just gentle, in a lot of aspects. 

He was gentle when he broke up with people, he was gentle when his bunny was getting ready to pass away, he was gentle when his sister was stressed looking for colleges, he was just gentle. which came with a lot of selflessness. Everything was Harry’s fault, in the sense that he blamed himself for a lot of things. He still blamed himself for Camille. Her falling out of love wasn’t his fault, she made that clear, but he couldn’t help but nitpick his flaws. The was he sometimes zoned out while she talked, or when he had a meeting but she had an off day, he felt terrible leaving Camille alone.  Harry was off.

He wasn’t broken, he felt okay, there was no metaphorical hole in his heart. Harry was fine. Except for when he wasn’t. The nights of alcohol and screaming led to nothingness. No more screaming, no more soft cuddles in the early hours. Harry was indifferent about it.  On the one hand, he was glad. He had calm peaceful nights and his liquor cabinet was almost always full again. On the other hand, his bed felt awfully empty. He still slept on his side, it felt like she was still lingering. Even with the million times, he washed the sheets, she still felt like she was right there.

Harry hoped he’d get over her.

-

Y/n was running detrimentally late. She’d gotten the best job interview and guess what? She got up an hour too late. By the eighth time she snoozed, she realized she had to be up. So she did some shitty ‘natural’ makeup, threw on a blazer, a cami under it, and the matching pants. She still looked bomb, Y/n would never doubt that. Especially when her confidence needed to be high. So now that Y/n was pulling up to get coffee, she’d regretted getting up so late.

The drive-thru was packed, everyone getting their own coffee. Y/n opted to go inside, coffee was like her push to get through the day and a Trenta should be enough to keep her somewhat lively. She still had to wait in a line inside, but this one was shorter. She tapped her thigh and scrolled through Instagram until she was at the counter. The barista was cute, having cool dyed hair was something Y/n gravitated towards, she could never get her hair a crazy colour, having to work serious jobs all the time. She always had to stick to somewhat natural. She’d rebelled at some point in middle school with bright, neon red hair. Then she’d stuck to natural colours, neon didn't look that good on her.

–

She picked up her coffee, taking a sip before starting her journey to her car. Well, she was, then the universe decided she needed a cute cliche.

“Oh! shit, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t even looking an-”

–

“and I just bumped into you, I’m sorry oh god.”

Harry recognized Y/n, and he wanted to say hi. Apparently, his version of hi was coffee spilled all over her shirt. He didn’t mean to, but the profuse apologizing was kind of cute.

“It’s fine love, saw you ‘nd thought I’d say hello.”

Harry caught Y/n blush at that. Albeit she got flustered over the tiniest things. She was quite cute now that Harry wasn’t distracted by dogs. She had a very nice style, besides the fact that there was now a stain on her camisole. She nearly matched the cafe chairs with her pants and blazer. It was cute.

She was cute.

–

To say Y/n was shocked was an understatement. For once a cute guy wanted to talk to her and she didn’t have to pine over him for months first. It was nearly a miracle. Y/n was a nice girl but confidence wasn’t always her strong suit. She couldn’t just talk to people, no no, she usually had to make an idiot of herself first. With the looming failure over her head and her heart racing, it made it very hard for Y/n to make new friends.

“Oh, for sure, uh I’m in a bit of a sticky situation.”

He held a finger up, signaling her to wait. He was discouraged she’d think he was weird and leave. But after coming back outside, a hand full of towelettes, he saw she was still there. Y/n took the damp fabric, wiping her blazer a bit, the only place the stain was visible was her blazer. Thank god for her camisole being black otherwise Harry would be able to tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Sure she likes attention but not wearing a bra was solely hatred. Primarily Y/n had underwire bras, they were like hell around your boobs. So she opted out, it wasn’t like she expected to see Harry. He’d probably already noticed, it’d gotten considerably cold. He hadn’t said anything though, so there wasn’t much to dwell on.

Y/n patted herself down, thankfully getting most of the coffee stench out of her clothing. She’d forgotten all about why she was wearing a blazer or her interview. Y/n had her priorities all off, of course, Harry was more important than her interview, logically no, but Y/n wasn’t thinking with her head. Who would?

Harry was trying to decide whether or not he should ask for her number, was it too soon? What if he looked too desperate? The press would eat that up, he could already hear a tacky headline being typed. Y/n didn’t look like the type of girl that would care about that type of stuff. Desperate was surely socially constructed. Harry was obviously in too deep, who cared about any of that? he was gonna go for it.

Y/n was starting to see a difference in her blazer as the stain dried. Harry seemed spaced out, literally. He looked like he was on Mars. Harry looked like he was gonna say something, as he looked Y/n in the eyes for the first time.

She was gorgeous. Sure he’d dated models and beautiful women, but this was like home-brewed, authentic beauty. Her hair looked so soft, it was the type of hair that matched a lions mane, one he could imagine all over the pillow next to him. He liked Y/n, she was cute. After seeing her a few times Harry was almost drawn to her. She had an expensive personality. Not the kind of snobby, rich expensive, but rich with delicacies. She was kind to strangers she spoke to, and her dogs fit right with her, almost giving her a throne of cute, fluffy, kindness. The music in the coffee shop was heard outside, Harry swayed his body a bit to the beat.

“So, since we’ve run into each other a few times, I guess the universe thinks we’re soulmates.”

Harry didn’t need to rip off the bandaid, Y/n had just done it for him. Her smooth words flowed to him like silk, sure maybe Harry was getting a bit stalkerish, but it was all with good intention. If Y/n could be confident enough to say that and smile on, surely getting her number shouldn’t be that hard.

“So, ehm, I was wondering if I could ‘ve your number?”

Y/n was properly freaking out. Who wouldn’t? Harry looked at her with the most adorable gleaming eyes and just how could Y/n ever say no to that? He was her type but elevated. He had the bad boy vibe, but a heart of gold. Y/n liked to think of him as a milk dud oddly. But he and the mild dud alike had a hard, chocolate exterior, but sweet, chewy, caramel insides. He was ethereal. 

“Yes, yeah absolutely.”

-

It was now about a month after that. Harry and Y/n were going strong in the friend zone. Every time Harry asked Y/n out she was busy and vice-versa. Somehow the universe had gotten them together, but now it was like it vanished. All the work was now in their hands. It wasn’t as if having a date with one another was work, it wasn’t. Frankly, they really did enjoy each other's company, even through texts. But it was their literal work. 

Y/n couldn’t get a day off to save her life. Her boss was a bit of a dick. On top of it, most days off were spent graciously on the couch, feet propped up, and two dogs cuddling into her, all three intrigued by SpongeBob and Squidward arguing. Harry was in the middle of finishing up his album, so most of his time was spent at the studio. His days off were spent in L.A. It was rare that he was in London, sometimes he had to beg for a break. Thankfully he had jeff who sort of understood. So sure breaks were rare, but Harry spent so much time trying to work his hardest that he was keeping himself from it at this point. 

Harry had done enough waiting. Y/n seemed right up his alley. Her personality wasn’t too overbearing or too happy, she was a perfect state of nirvana. A calming aura came where ever she went and Harry could almost feel it through his screen. He and Y/n texted about anything. It could be a meme she sent him at three am, in turn, he’d laugh but tell her to get to bed. Or he’d send her minuscule things, like the stuff he sees in his everyday life that reminds him of her. Was Harry fully over his ex? No, but he’d get there. For you, Harry would at least try. Everyone had understood he was hurt but Anne pushed him to be happy for him, so that's what he was doing.

He’d texted Y/n about setting up a little get together, he didn’t want to call it a date, thinking maybe he’d scare her off. Y/n was persistent though, responding with ‘So it’s a date.’ It wasn't even a question, she’d just said it out in the open in hopes that Harry would be okay with it. He was. If Y/n could’ve seen his face when he read it she’d probably get a good laugh because as soon as he processed the text his lips curled up, bringing his mouth into a toothy smile. It felt nice to have someone paying attention to him again. He’d seen a few fans on his drive, waving as one cried, she immediately apologizing for being an ugly crier. There was something about finally getting a date and talking to the fans that put him in a fantastic mood. 

He was currently sitting in traffic, just coming back from seeing his mum. The surroundings were a bit bleak, all the houses were either White, Gray, or Black. Harry loved colour. He loved being able to express himself with pleasing ones that coordinate. Sure when he was little he’d throw on a raincoat but put shorts on, but having a stylist most of his life helped. His style was like a grandpa in a twenty-year-old’s body. Not that he cared, but it was a bit of an improvement from young British bloke who thinks he’s cool. Traffic started moving and Harry took his foot off the break, shifting gears to get moving. What was he doing? Well he, was on his way to get a particular bubbly nirvana girl. He and Y/n had planned the date about a week ago and agreed that they’d do something as soon as he got home. She insisted that he went home and relaxed, but Harry was stubborn, assuring her that he’d be fine. 

They had yet to plan where they were going, Y/n had talked about just going out and figuring it out when they ‘cross that lightbulb’ and he agreed. He neared the street that Y/n had given him and his mind was getting the best of him. Not every girl was the same but what if? There was always a possibility that it could happen again. Was his heart ready to risk it? Not fully, but one date couldn’t damage him that much. Harry always had a strong heart. When someone pushed him off the slide in primary school he’d said he fell. In Secondary school when his crush Rachel traded him for someone older, he’d let it go. He was strong and he could handle this. Y/n didn’t seem like she was like that.

He pulled up outside of her house, smiling at the bright colour. It was very her. Her windows were bright and open, he could see a small succulent on the ledge inside. She had a well-kept yard and the grass was as vibrant as ever. Considering it was London it could be hard to maintain a yard or even a garden, the weather was always temperamental. He heard the door open, watching as she stepped out from behind the white door. She looked beautiful, clad in some spandex shorts that fit her bottom nicely and a big sweater. It looked like a merch sweater of some sort. 

Y/n had a cute little bounce in her step, her hair bouncing a bit too. She and Harry had been on the best terms. They texted almost every day following him getting her number. She got to know him a bit better. She paid attention to a lot, she was an observer. The way he typed and formed sentences was very pleasing to the eye, at least he didn’t have terrible grammar. She reached the car, giving him a smile as she got in the car.

“How are y’love? Hair looks nice.”

Y/n smiled, attention to detail was always nice. They had also joked multiple times about her secretly being a lion cause she’d sent him a selfie after a particularly long day at work the day before. You could see the tangles and how frizzed it was. Harry thought it was adorable.

“Thanks, I’m good, at least it's brushed this time, right?”

He laughed. It was a nice sound.

“Any thought to where you’d like to go?”

Y/n hummed, thinking a bit.

“I was thinking ice cream, it’s rare that London has had this many sunny days, I’m wondering if we should be scared.”

They both laughed, agreeing on ice cream.

“Y’want the aux?” Harry offered.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Y/n hooked up her phone, going to Spotify and smiling as Hey Jude played through the speakers. She and Harry sang along ridiculously off-key and talked the entire drive to the tiny ice cream shop. Harry stopped the car and got out. So far, Y/n wasn’t bad. In fact, she was great. Her happiness radiated through the car, he bets it's hard to be in a bad mood around her. She’d opted for no makeup and Harry liked that. He loved girls with and without makeup but it was a gesture he appreciated, even if it wasn’t for him. 

Y/n looked up at the options, she didn’t particularly care for a lot of it, she didn’t want to eat something that had too much sweetness, she’d get a tummy ache. Harry had ordered Moose Track ice cream while Y/n ordered Ben and Jerry’s Strawberry Cheesecake. This was typically her go to unless she was sad, then she buried her sorrows in Cherry Garcia.

They didn't even sit down before they were chatting. Conversation flowed easily between them. They could go from talking about their day to talking about childhood. It was nice, there was no pressure to come up with a topic. If there was silence as they at it was comfortable, the ice cream shop wasn’t very full, it is on the outskirts of London, so they didn't have to worry about paparazzi. They talked about their favourite bands, people they looked up to, fashion choices, just about everything that came to mind. It was nice, Harry and Y/n singing to their heart's content to the Queen flowing through the shop, Y/n even getting up and using her spoon as a mic. Harry hadn’t felt this nice in a while.

“Then he turned and there was a garden snake and I’ve never heard a fifty-year-old man scream at a higher pitch than him.”

Y/n finished off her story, she and Harry had been laughing their asses off for about an hour, they’d been there for about two. 

“This is nice, love hanging out with you.”

Harry’s words held sentiment that made Y/n’s heart burst. 

“Same.”

Y/n replied, laughing as he made faces at her. This was easy. No pressure, nothing was forced, it was genuine first date bliss.

“Oops.”

Harry smirked as he took his spoon, putting a bit of chocolate on her nose,

“Harry.”

Y/n whined dragging out his name. He laughed, leaning forward. He kissed the ice cream off her nose watching as her cheeks tinted pink, it was adorable.

“You asked for it.”

next thing Harry knew there was ice cream on his nose now too, except she didn’t kiss it away, opting to take her finger and wipe it. bringing the finger to her mouth she laughed, making a face resembling the grinch as she licked her thumb. They didn’t want to leave, Harry would pay to have time freeze and keep this moment present forever. Sadly he couldn’t. They got up, going to the register.

“I’m paying.”

Y/n stated, dismissing Harry’s protests. 

Harry had dropped Y/n off, and there was no doubt he wanted to keep her around. He had his doubts but the small time that they had in the ice cream shop was phenomenal. Was Harry fully over his ex? No. But that was okay. He didn’t have to rush, he’d be just fine getting over her with Y/n’s help. He didn’t need a therapist or a new girlfriend, he needed someone to show him that he could have better. Y/n was better. As long as you two kept talking Harry was sure he’d be over it in no time.

y/n; so plans for our next date? ;)

[straycityam]

christmas coffee. barista!jaemin x barista!reader ft. barista!jaehyun. fluff.

“good morning!” y/n greeted as she entered the shop with a bright smile on her face.

“good morning,” jaemin and jaehyun greeted her as they were busy doing their own thing. jaemin cleaning the coffee mugs and jaehyun arranging the desserts.

“oooh, new cupcakes! they look so delicious,” y/n commented as she approached jaehyun to admire the christmas themed cupcakes.

“freshly baked this morning,” jaehyun informed. “if these don’t sell out today, you can have one,” jaehyun winked at y/n.

“really!?” y/n asked in surprised but also with a smile on a face as she’s been craving for something sweet.

“of course!” jaehyun smiled. “anything for my favourite co-worker.”

jaemin turned around to jaehyun, pretending to be offended. “wow, i can’t believe you’ve done this.”

this made y/n laugh. “don’t worry, jaemin. you’re still everyone’s favourite in school,” y/n teased. “those fangirl of yours will come in soon.”

jaemin groaned and rolled his eyes at y/n’s response, which made her and jaehyun laugh before she made her way to the staff room to keep her coat beside jaemin’s.

“the weather’s extra cold today, isn’t it?” jaemin asked y/n as she walked back into the counter area with an apron in her hand.

y/n nodded and let out a faint sigh. “yeah, it is. at least, this means i get to wear my hoodie without sweating,” y/n smiled and showed jaemin her new hoodie. “cute, right?”

“you look cute in everything, y/n,” jaemin replied with a light smirk. the hoodie did look extra cute on y/n and it made him want to give her a warm hug due to how cuddly she looked.

“you can’t just say things like that,” y/n rolled her eyes at jaemin’s comment as it made her heart beat a little fast. “your fangirls are going to attack me,” y/n teased and put on her apron.

jaemin rolled his eyes again before passing y/n a cup of hot chocolate. “here, drink this. you’ll feel warmer,” jaemin offered.

y/n happily grabbed the mug and drank the freshly made hot chocolate by jaemin. as expected, it was made just the way y/n liked it. with whipped cream and marshmallows. “thanks jaemin,” y/n thanked him with a warm smile that matched the same feeling as her heart. “i really appreciate it.”

y/n and jaemin are classmates who took a part-time job at the local’s favourite coffee shop at the start of their senior year in high school. they weren’t extremely close in the beginning due to having different group of friends. jaemin being part of the popular kids that was loved by everyone in school - especially the girls. while y/n was the typical girl-next-door that got along with everyone but not necessarily friends with everyone. but working at the coffee shop made them grew closer.

before jaemin could say anything, customers started rolling in. it wasn’t until 3pm that the coffee shop was a little quieter and allowed the three co-workers to rest and have a little bit of chit-chat. jaehyun left a few minutes to the staff room to answer a call from his younger sister.

“too bad there isn’t any cupcakes left,” y/n pouted at the sight at the almost empty dessert display. “i really wanted to try to cupcakes.”

“well, there’s always the bakery,” jaemin comforted her while taking a sip from his mug. “you can go there later when we close the coffee shop.”

“that’s true,” y/n replied. “but don’t they close the same time as we do?”

“oh yeah,” jaemin pressed his lips together before suggesting another idea. “maybe you could go to the christmas market and-“

however, before jaemin could finish his sentence, again, one of their classmates entered the cafe. and unsurprisingly, she’s had the biggest crush on jaemin, except, she did particularly had the best reputation.

“hi jaemin,” the girl greeted jaemin shyly despite him not standing at the counter.

but being the nice he is, he answered. “hi, what can i get for you?”

“i-i was wondering you’re free tonight?” she asked while playing with her fingers.

y/n raised one of her eyebrows in surprised at the question.

“i’m sorry, but i already have plans tonight,” jaemin turned her down.

“o-oh,” the girl looked disappointed but wasn’t going to back down. “what plans?”

“i’m going to the christmas market,” jaemin answered.

“oh, alone? maybe i can go with you,” the girl suggested feeling hopeful.

jaemin shook his head. “nope. i’m not going alone. i’m going with y/n. i’m bringing her out on a date to get christmas themed cupcakes to satisfy her cravings,” jaemin answered.

now both y/n and their classmates eyes grew wide at jaemin’s statement. “what?” the two girls said at the same time.

jaemin turned to y/n, face looking more serious than he usually does. “y/n, would you like to go to the christmas market with me? it doesn’t have to be a date if you don’t want to, but i would be happy if you want it to be a date.”

with the girl storming out of the cafe in embarrassment, y/n raised her eyebrows and a smirk formed on her face. “na jaemin asking me out on a date?”

“yes, he is,” jaemin answered, now his serious face all gone and is replaced with a smile. “and he’s been wanting to for a long time now.”

y/n smiled and let out a sigh of relief. “i thought you’ll never ask.”

[typicalmidnightsoul]

Home video fic

My first prompt fic. This was requsted by  @ Dayanna_Cahill_Fray_Chase and @my-fan-side. Nesta discovers a home video which she watches with her sister basically.

The edits are basically a story board so plz check that out I wasn’t going to post these but my cousin made me <3 Love ya cuz.

If you have anymore prompts feel free to send them to me <3

Cassian woke up trying to reach for Nesta but instead finding a cold side of bed. He had gone to the rooftop pool with Nesta and safe to say they had a…rough night. He pushed himself up and leaned against the headboard, the bathroom door was open giving him a full view of his fiancé’s back in that pretty white bathing suit. She was putting on mascara, her clothes on the heating rack in the bathroom.

“Where are you going?”

“Starbucks then my old house. It’s about time I cleared that place up.”

He grimaced, the old house as in the villa she grew up in that have reminders of her dead parents.

He started getting up only to have Nesta push him down, “You didn’t get much sleep last night,” She started fixing her bandanna in the mirror, “Stay. I’ll see you later.”

He rolled his eyes, “You didn’t get much sleep either.”

“That’s why I’m going to Starbucks,” She winked and trotted down the stairs leaving.

Well then he could also get Starbucks.

------

She was waiting in the line, scrolling through Instagram not bothering to look behind her. As she got to the front she smiled at the barista,

“Hey could I have-” a hand came around her waist.

“Caramel macchiato, Venti with extra whip, please.”

The barista smiled, “And for you sir?”

Cassian smiled, “me? Well-“

“He wants a Venti iced hazelnut macchiato, no whip and light ice.”

“Names?”

Cassian pinched her waist, “Nessie and Cassian.”

Nesta threw him a harsh look.

They moved along to the end.

“What are you doing here?”

“Helping you clear up your parent’s villa.”

She rolled her eyes.

“You know sweetheart you chug down coffee like its water I don’t think it’s healthy.”

“Shut up Cassian.”

The baristo handed their drinks to them giving Nesta a flirtatious smile which Nesta returned only to piss Cassian off.

Cassian growled.

She pulled him out of the coffeehouse before he could make a scene.

“Did you bring your car?” she asked him, because she hadn’t, she was planning on taking an uber.

He grunted a response she assumed was a yes.

As they got to his car, he opened the car door for her but didn’t look at her. She rolled her eyes.

She got in his black Bentley, as he got in next to her she pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Baby.”

No answer, “Baby!”

“Yes?” He turned, his lips so close to hers.

“I love you.” She pressed her lips to his, it always worked.

As she sat back, his hand went on her thigh.

“Are you sure you should be going there wearing that, babe? I mean as gorgeous as you look, will you be able to move around in it?”

She looked down at her baby blue Bardot tie front and high waist shorts.

“You’d be surprised sweetie.”

As they pulled up to the rustic villa Nesta sighed. Home.

She jogged up to the front door and opened it.

After all the Archeron sisters had moved out with their respective boyfriends and their father…passed the house was left the exact same way. She assumed it was an Archeron thing as after her mother died everything was left the same in her chambers as well.

She sipped her coffee.

“I’ll get started on clearing up the cellar babe, you get started upstairs ok?”

She mindlessly nodded heading upstairs; she had somewhere she needed to go. Something that was begging her attention.

She trotted down the marble hallway into her mother’s second room. The room she didn’t share with her father that she slept more and more in after their marriage was breaking. She went in and gasped. If Nesta didn’t know better she’d think her mother had gone to a party, because the room was immaculate, but still somehow like her mother.

Her mother’s perfume slanted on the table as if she’d just used it, her coat slung over her arm chair, a corner of her duvet folded over.

Her eyes got watery at the jewellery box on her mother’s dressing table.

She opened the box and sighed at the tune playing which she always sung along too and did so now.

“…and when you speak angels sing from above and every word seems to turn into love songs. Give your heart and soul to me and life will always be-”

She broke off at the twin bracelets in the box. She had given it her mother, when she was 13, in the morning for safekeeping because school wouldn’t allow it and forgot to get it back.

White gold chain bracelets with white gold hearts on them. She slid the bracelets on and underneath them, now out in the open from their absence were…pen drives. They had a gold geometric stick.

She giggled at how classy her mother is. Was. Her smile faded.

But what would her mother need to hide in a pen drive in her jewellery box of all places. Footsteps coming upstairs, she slipped the pen drives inside her pocket and closed the jewellery box.

Hands on her waist, lips skimming her neck.

“Clearing up, baby?”

She turned, “I was just about to start.”

“Oh really?” he looked around, “Who’s room was this?”

“My mom’s chambers, her second room.”

“Funny how she left everything for you. You must’ve been her favourite.”

“I was.”

They had countless arguments on this. Him defending Feyre and Elain, her standing her own ground. He was under the impression that Feyre was a villain in her story. She was. And Cassian wouldn’t accept that. He tried to justify Feyre’s actions. Nesta ended up not talking to him for 4 days, because on that topic she never argued for too long, just shut down.

This is why he didn’t push an argument today. She was trying to fix the bond between her sisters. But when the wound is fresh it doesn’t heal as quickly.

She was meeting them tomorrow. Ugh.

At least Cress would be there.

“My heads hurting I wanna go home.” He nodded and led her downstairs. As they got in the car Nesta felt like a hole was burning her pocket.

“Babe you ok?” He asked.

She nodded. Looking back onto the clear expanse of her childhood estate.

“You weren’t wearing those bracelets when we went in. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear those.”

She smiled, “I was getting in the car for high school and mum came out to give me my watch and she said, ‘Nesta jewellery isn’t allowed at school’ so I gave these for here to keep safe and forgot to take it back, she’s kept it safe for 11 years.”

He reached over and kissed her cheek. “They look amazing on you.”

-----

She clicked off her phone and tried to pull her brown mini skirt lower.

“Cresseida says she’s still on her flight from Manhattan. She should be here in a couple of hours.” Feyre and Elain both nodded, Elain stood.

“Want coffee?” Feyre nodded.

“Wait, Elain it’s my house I’ll-” Elain waved her off getting out three mugs. Nesta went and sat opposite Feyre.

“No need to make anything I have a stash of frappe’s in the fridge.”

Elain put the cups away and started picking out flavours.

Nesta took a deep breath.

“So I went to our old villa with Cassian yesterday…” Elain stopped her rattling of the bottles, Feyre sat up, “And I found these from mom’s old jewellery box.” She took out the pen drives.

“Cute. Have you seen what’s in them?” Feyre asked.

“No I thought I’d show you guys as well, just in case it’s a list of bad people.”

Feyre chuckled, “You watch Blacklist too much.”

Nesta rolled her eyes and got her projector out.

Elain came passing around the glass bottles she had topped with whipped cream and red straws.

Feyre gave Nesta a look.

“What? I brought this projector and literally haven’t used it since.”

She plugged it in.

A video started playing.

“Momma I can’t reach!”

A woman came into the shot, picking up the little girl in the middle of the orchid.  

“It’s ok sweetie! Mama’s here.” She picked out the lemons and handed one.

A male voice from behind the camera said, “Nesta look at the camera darling!”

The woman turned showing her pregnant tummy and pointing the camera out to Nesta.

“Daddy I want to pick a lemon.”

The camera was passed onto to someone else and Randolph Archeron ran to Nesta taking her from his wife and placing her behind his head. Nesta picked a lemon and giggled showing it to her mother who was behind her. Adelaide took the lemon from her and went on her tip toes. Nesta leaning back to kiss her mother on the lips.

The video froze for a few seconds.

“Nesta what is-” Elain asked.

“It’s a home video, from when we were younger.”

Feyre glued her eyes back to the wall.

The video changed.

Nesta, Adelaide and Feyre were picking and posing with oranges. Elain holding the camera.

“Smile!!!!” her voice said.

Nesta dropped an orange.

“OMG Nesta!” Elain shrieked, “You’re ruing my shot!”

Nesta picked up the orange, “Ok geez.”

Feyre had started peeling the orange in her hand causing their mother to burst into laughter at Elain’s shriek.

Again another video slid in, a longer one this time.

“Come on Feyre!” Nesta shouted.

“Cominggg.” The camera started running towards Nesta and Elain.

“We were really cute,” Elain said.

Feyre nodded, “I can’t believe she kept these. Where even are we?”

“In Verona I think.” Nesta said.

They were wearing hats too big for their heads.

Elain stopped.

“Dad can I go with you I’m tired.”

Randolph chuckled from behind the camera and held out his hand.

“You were such a daddy’s girl,” Nesta said to Elain.

Elain swiped cream on Nesta’s cheek.

“Get Cassian to lick that off later.”

“Idiot.”

“Come on Fey,” Adelaide picked up Feyre and took Nesta’s hand.

She took their hats off, and held them.

They made their way through the tomato fields into the house. Nesta took the camera from Feyre and ran into the hall. She set the camera down on a counter and started dancing on her own.

“What are you doing Nes?” Adelaide came and picked Nesta up giving her a piggyback; Nesta giggled and clutched her tight.

“She loved you a lot,” Elain looked at Nesta, who was staring at the screen. She didn’t answer, unable to at the longing in Elain’s voice and in Feyre’s eyes. They had always been their father’s child; Nesta had always belonged to her mother. She had stayed with her mother till the end.

Little Nesta in the video said to her mother, “Where’s Feyre?!”

Her mother chuckled, “I don’t know sweetie.”

“Let’s find out, we shall go on a secret mission,” She took the camera off the counter and shoved in her mother’s hands,

“You hold the camera.”

“Oop, ok wait for me,” They ran through the house hiding next to the door look into the kitchen. Feyre had taken out an easel and had started painting.

“Honestly, she’s already started painting, Help me God,” Adelaide laughed at mini Nesta’s sass.

Nesta burst through the door, “Oh Feyre, whatcha doing?”

Feyre looked up and grabbed Nesta, “Good thing you’re here Nes, I needed someone to paint.”

Nesta flicked a lock of hair over her shoulder, “Of course.”

After a few minutes of Nesta fidgeting, Feyre screamed at her to "Sit still Nesta!!" But Nesta kept on looking over at what Elain was doing in the garden.

Adelaide sat down on the kitchen table, the camera jolting.

The video flicked to the next one.

Adelaide was walking up the stairs.

“We seem to have a messy situation downstairs. Proceeding with caution.” She flipped the camera hiding on the landing to show Randolph and his 3 daughters making cookies, Nesta as the first person to notice squealing,

“Momma!!” She ran into her arms smearing her with flour and icing.

“You smell like cookie dough!!!”

Their cookie making continued, throwing flour at each other.

The clip ended. Another one rolled.

“Welcome to our house tour at night.” Adelaide started.

Adelaide started walking through explaining the pictures on the wall.

“There’s me and the girls. Me and Nesta. Randolph with a very tired Nesta. Aw, look at my baby. Nesta with Oliver. Good god if he wasn’t like a brother to her then I would’ve predicted these two would’ve got married.” She laughed, “Well the guy who does get married to Nesta must be a really lucky man. There’s Feyre with her canvas look at her artist in the making. Elain with her flowers that she grew herself, my little gardener!” She moved along to some other picture her voice growing less fond, “Mine and Randolph’s wedding pictures, our anniversary. Lord knows where he is nowadays.” She went quiet, “Anyway let’s check on the little ones the nanny must have put them to sleep.”

She went into a big room, where Nesta was sleeping. The room was light and airy with fairy lights on the wall and Polaroid pictures.

“There’s my baby,” she caressed a hand down Nesta’s face pressing a kiss to her face. Nesta wriggled.

“Goodnight baby.”

She moved into another room, a pink one this time, “There’s baby Elain with her little elf doll.” Elain lay in a plush pink bed in the middle clutching onto a knitted elf doll. Her mother fixed her covers and pressed a kiss to her head.

The next room was covered in with plush toys, the walls covered with stuck on paintings she did at school and at home.

Feyre was still wearing her apron. Adelaide tutted, placing the camera on the desk and holding up a sleeping mini Feyre getting her out of the apron. She put her back to sleep and pulled the covers over her. Pressing a kiss to her forehead as well.

She looked at the camera.

“Can’t wait till they grow up. Hopefully they won’t turn out like me or Randolph. Oh Lord just let them be happy. Especially Nesta. I overheard her telling her teddy that “Daddy doesn’t love her,” I hope she finds someone who does. Who chooses her and keeps on choosing her every day. And this one-” she stroked Feyre, “she should get out from behind that easel every once in a while, just like how Elain needs someone who will be gentle with her as she is gentle with her flowers. I’ll probably show this video to my grandkids, embarrass their mums.” She laughed at the thought.

A door opened and shut.

“Randolph’s here. Let’s find out where he’s been. So bye future and old me and Nesta, Elain and Feyre. I love all of you.”

The video clicked off.

Nesta was toying with her ring. Tears slipping down her face as she knew it was slipping down Elain and Feyre’s. Her mum would have loved Cassian. Well, maybe not at first but…yes she really would have. She smiled at her sisters. Not being able to say anything.  

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She had showed Cassian, obviously.

And he’d…well.

He was a fan of their mother.

And then she’d started crying,

“Baby, are you ok?”

“I miss her.”

“well couldn’t we get all those pictures she was talking about in the video and bring it here.”

She hadn’t thought of that, “But the house is in Verona.”

“Book tickets for us tomorrow so we can go the day after.”

She paused for a minute then squealed,

“Baby, baby!! You are the best.” She kissed him deeply.

She broke away smiling mischievously down at him.

“Can we take the yacht?”

She squealed again kissing him even deeper.

Tags: @skychild29​ @my-fan-side​

[kaisooficrec]

Can you please recommend new coffee shop themed fics please? Anything that has to do with a coffee shop setting would be great.

Hey anon! these are all the newer/not recced before cafe/coffee shop AU fics we could find! they’re all very fluffy so enjoy~ don’t forget to leave kudos and nice comments to the authors

Two Sugars - jongin is a barista and soo works for a high-end magazine, he has a crush on nini who works at the cafe he always drops by before going to work in the morning. BLESS THIS FIC! it’s as smutty as it is fluffy and i LOVE it! a true masterpiece + ON-GOING! **thumbs up** (Read on AFF)

Unlucky in Love - originally posted for the OLAO fic fest that ended just recently, nini has been going through a dating slump, until chanhun set him up with ksoo who has a crush on him. xxxtra fluffy

A Storm is Brewing - oneshot, barista!jongin who has to take care of soo because he is terrified of storms. 

Chance - omg the pining ~so good~ SO kaisoo are baristas at the same cafe and they both like each other but they think the other doesn’t like him back (-:

sweet against your lips - KAISOO FUCKED IN THE BACK OF THE COFFEE SHOP AND IT WAS AMAZING! jongin is the barista and kyungsoo is a regular costumer :D

Chai love it - super fluffy drabble, kyungsoo is a flirt and jongin found his new favorite costumer. it wasn’t a bad tuesday after all o/

How to Say (It) - Uni AU + Cafe AU. Kaisoo and Sulay are both the main pairings (i’d even say it’s sudo-centric, they’re bffs). they all meet in the cafe jongin and yixing work at go on a double date!

Caramel Macchiato with Extra Whipped Cream - i want to SCREAM this is soooo adorable!! soo is a new costumer in the cafe jongin works at but he always comes in with his bff chanyeol who’s too touchy and jongin is very sulky and jealous bc he thinks they’re dating and it’s so cuuuute but also really funny!!

I Remember - omg my heart n_n writer au + cafe au, jongin is a writer and he’s trying to forget about his messy breakup and the cute barista from the cafe he’s always eating at only wants to help him get better. 

Here’s A Tip - UWU suuuuper shy jongin doesn’t have the courage to ask kyungsoo out but luckily he’s got the best wingman aka byun baekhyun and his genius ideas. ADORABLE! fluff fluff and more fluff

Night and Day - zejndjn !!!! i’m DROOLING. jongin is a barista by day and turns into kai the stripper by night. it takes a while for soo to realize they’re the same person. /the smut is 👌🏻/

Caramel and Cinnamon - AGAIN WITH THE PINING! jongin’s the barista who likes ksoo who also likes him but they’re both too shy. it’s super funny too~~

coffee and blueberry muffins - ;__; soo asks jongin out and they go on a couple of dates

Ten to One - ???? three words: unique, sweet and perfect. kyungsoo is mute ;; but jongin falls for his smile and little notes anyway

Happy laughter - kyungsoo decides to go study in a cafe in the middle of the night but he can’t get any work done because he’s too distracted by the hot barista. and his ex barging in asking for a second chance. /cries in uwu/

Now Open - YOOOOO kaisoo are married and ksoo can’t stand his job so he quits and decides to open his own cafe, with the support of his husband. domestic fluff so cute

valentines’ mistletoes - valentine’s day + cafe au!! they’re coworkers in a cafe and they’re putting up decorations for the special event and then kyungsoo :-) finds himself :-) standing under :-) the mistletoe :-) and jongin’s there ofc :-) and baekhyun is just, being baekhyun… :-)

Where Our Worlds Collide - they meet in the cafe kyungsoo works at and it’s basically love at first sight uwu

- Admin Macaroon 

melting point - this is peak fluffy comedy :’)) jongin’s summer job in the cafe is p boring until a very scary looking (very hot) guy shows up on regular. fjhggmjgfl jongin hid under the table when he saw ksoo iM CRY (shy nini, bad boy ksoo)

god i could have kissed you - idol au. kyungsoo is collecting merch and cup sleeves of a famous idol named kai in coffee shops for his bestfriend and actually unintentionally meets the idol himself ;)

Miracles In December - only 4 chapters out but coffee shop!au. jongin is a college student/barista who has a crush on one of their regular customer with cute glasses, kyungsoo, who is the uni’s graduate TA. little does he know that kyungsoo likes him too but both are quite shy and just keep glancing at each other. so FLUFF

Summer Snapdragons - age switch, ksoo a 21 yr old student working in a coffee shop is very shy around the shop’s owner ji who is 27. he draws pictures of jongin in free time and jongin happens to find them. smut.

Cafe Eau Laid - wolf au, jongin’s got a crush on this guy who comes into the coffee shop. Only problem is, this omega has a boyfriend (or not??). smut

I Love You A Latte - a drabble from a collection, it’s super fluffy and cheesy - see the pick up line ;)

I Hate You a Latte - yeaa enemies to lovers au who also love showing off their flirting skills infront of everyone lol

Puppy Love - a fic from our legendary project! it’s a dog cafe how cute! and it’s jongin who owns it ^u^

Coffee never hurt anyone - hybrid au, soo is a kitty hybrid working in the cafe and jongin visits him…smut

A Warm Cup Of You - jongin is getting more than just a caramel frappe :3 and smooth kyungsoo making all the right moves ;D

Coffee Shop AU - kyungsoo visits his favourite coffee shop often and one of the reasons is that he has a crush on a cute boy who works there :)

The Creepy Kid With The Baby - coffee shop setting :) kyungsoo routinely visits a coffee shop and one day a stranger just tells him to hold his baby while he has a cup of coffee done n ready to be picked up - the dilemma! 

awakened - a little drabble of jongin falling a little for the cute barista oo behind the counter ^^

A Dandelion of Dawn - a mysterious writer is intriguing in barista jongin’s eyes. soft and soothing :)

- Admin J

[osomagine-san]

could i get a uhhhhhhhhhh todomatsu asking out his boyfriend for the first time

Yeah of course!!

It had been a while since you’d first met Todomatsu. You were a regular customer at Sutabaa when he’d been fired– you were in the café when his brothers showed up and started acting heinously. You don’t know what happened from there, but the next time you came in, you were told he was fired.

That’s too bad, you’d thought at the time. He was the only barista that got me the perfect amount of whipped cream and cinnamon.

Then you met him again at the gym. Yours had been shut down thanks to a health code violation, in that they “forgot” to wipe down the equipment every night. You took the longest, hottest shower of your life once you found that out. He didn’t recognize you, but you didn’t remember his name, either.

You waved at him when you saw him, and he waved back. For the first three weeks, you thought that he remembered you. One day, you were working out side-by-side, and you had your first conversation.

“Hey, you’re the guy that keeps waving at me,” he’d said.

“Oh, yeah, that’s me,” you nodded.

“Why do you do that?”

“You worked at Sutabaa, didn’t you?”

“I did.” He seemed a little bitter about it. “About… six months ago, now? Why do you bring that up?”

“You were my favourite barista.”

He stopped his workout in favour of clapping his hands over his cheeks.

“Awww, was I really?”

You nodded. “You didn’t charge me extra for all the whipped cream you put on top.”

You chatted about how things had been going since then– for him, not great. He couldn’t land another job, and his brothers were just as big of nuisances as they had been that day.

“Oh well, I don’t hold it against them,” he said, with a small wave. “If any of them had gotten a job before me, I would’ve joined the other five in the destruction of their reputation. We’re united like that, you know?”

“I do not,” you said. “If any of my siblings tried to pull that with me, I would have cut them out of my life faster than they could say ‘but-but-but’. But hey, that might just be what having a twin is like. Or six twins, in your case.”

He laughed at that.

You started talking more often, and got on really well. You were like a parasite for drama, of which his life was full. You greatly looked forward to your trips to the gym– the sextuplet tales were even better than TV. Of course, he let you have your say in what had bothered you in the last week– this week, it was a customer that interrupted your script with a rude, “Bag!”, called you “honey”, and threw his change down on the counter instead of handing it to you.

“So you wouldn’t like the nickname ‘honey’ from your partner?” he asked.

“What? No,” you responded quickly. Maybe a little too quickly, in retrospect. “I mean, I hated it coming from some old guy while I was working cash, but from someone I care about… or someone I know, at the very least, it could be kind of sweet. I mean, you could call me that and it’d be totally fine.”

“It would?”

You pause. He took the words right out of your mouth– what were you saying?

“I mean, well, it’d be better than, uh…” 

He was staring at you rather seriously. It was always hard to tell what was going on in that sneaky little brain of his, but now… well, you could only think of one reason. And you might’ve been projecting. Wait, projecting?

“Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason!” He laughed. He shook his hand in front of his face, in that fake-casual way he had. “I mean, it just caught me a little off-guard, is all.”

“Right, of course.”

From then on, you started to notice that he stared at you sometimes. Not even while you exercised– when you walked to the locker room, while you packed your gym bag, for a moment too long after you waved goodbye. You also started to notice that you stared, too. Before you waved at him and got his attention, when he did that too-cutesy act that made your heart flutter… were you pining?

You hadn’t pined since high school, and even then, it was only after someone that you would never feasibly interact with, under any circumstances. Now, though? He was so close. You could reach over and take his hand if you wanted.

You don’t.

You want to, though. Every time you meet up with him, you want to take his hand, or his chin and tilt it upwards and kiss him gently, in the moonlight, on a beach, where the only light is-

“Are you alright?”

His bright brown eyes meet yours, curiously concerned.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine,” you nod. “Why?”

“You completely spaced on me,” he replies.

“Oh, whoops! My bad.” You laugh a little bit, trying to play it off.

He gets that look on his face. More and more, he’s had an expression where his cutesy smile falls, and he looks relaxed. Not that his personality and the way he presents himself is completely ingenuine, but there’s definitely an element of theatrics involved in having such a persona.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” he says. He still looks serious. Usually, the expression fades when he speaks again.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You’re a little worried. Your heart is pounding in your chest.

“Are you… busy on Saturday?”

He looks away from you. His face is flushed a little bit pink, a shade redder than his sweatshirt. He hasn’t stopped looking at you, almost like his eyes are boring into you.

“I’m not,” you respond. It took a lot of effort to keep your tone level.

“What if we met up at Sutabaa, then?” he continues.

“Like a date?” you ask, maybe a little too quickly. You realize you’ve leaned in really close to each other– your foreheads are almost touching. You don’t know if he’s noticed or not, but he hasn’t moved back. So you don’t, either.

“Um!” He flushes more brightly red. “Yeah, I mean…” He takes a deep breath. “Yes. Yes, a date, on Saturday, at Sutabaa. What do you say…?” He tries to flash a cutesy smile, but it’s still clear he’s nervous. Or maybe you’re nervous and projecting again.

You think for a moment. What is there to think about? You open your mouth to accept, and you want to express how much it means to you, but…

“Hey, what’s your name?”

“What?”

You stare at each other. It’s suddenly awkward. You pull your faces apart. Why did you say that? Of course you know his name! You’ve been talking together for four months, now! His name is…

…

You don’t know his name. It’s something-matsu. You know all of his brother’s names, and their favourite colours– you’ve actually seen Osomatsu in his classic red at a bar you went to for your cousin’s birthday, and you saw someone playing with a cat in an alley who you identified as Ichimatsu– but not his. He’s the youngest, he loves pink, he’s the lest socially inept, but his name eludes you.

“…Have we introduced ourselves?” he asks. “I can’t remember your name, either. We’ve always just waved and jumped right into it.”

“I guess not!” You grin. “Well then, my name is [Y/N].” You offer your hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr…?”

“Todomatsu,” he says, and takes your hand. “It’s nice to meet you, [Y/N].”

You pause. What were you talking about again…?

“Oh!” you exclaim suddenly.

“What is it, [Y/N]?” Todomatsu asks, tilting his head.

“Todomatsu, I would be happy to go out with you on Saturday,” you say.

He looks surprised, but then he smiles. Not over-exaggerated as usual, but very cute all the same.

[jincherie]

Periapt | Jungkook [M]

pairing: jungkook x reader genre: exorcist!au, demon!au, incubus!jungkook words: 15k+ rating: nsfw warnings: demon summoning, smut: explicit sexual content, oral (recieving), sex, lots of cum, incubus jk, fingering, light dirty talk, if you squint jk has nipple piercings notes: dont fuck demons, also was this a fucken trip or w h a t

✦ periapt : n. an item worn as a charm or amulet 

You were an exorcist-in-training, and for a final assessment you were tasked with summoning a Lesser Demon, and then binding that lesser demon to you in servitude. It was no biggie-- you were a good student, and you knew your stuff. But even you didn’t know what to do when a mistake in ingredients lead you to summon the wrong demon into your very living room. Luckily, as you were quick to find out, incubi are very understanding.

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“To conclude this module on Lesser Demons, we’re collaborating with your Charms and Rituals professors and giving a joint assessment.”

The low, gravelly tone of your demonology professor suddenly pierced the thick film of the daydream you’d been immersed in and immediately you perked up in your seat in interest. You weren’t always such a bad student, but this class was last on a Friday afternoon and in all honestly you were just waiting until you could go home. You could feel your friend Seokjin grinning at you from his seat beside you, but you ignored him in favour of listening to your professor for the first time in the two hours you’d been sitting here.

Demonology was one of your favourite classes, second only to Charms and Rituals— and to hear that your assessments for both were being joined into one? You could hardly believe it, and were instantly alert and awake, excited almost to hear what was going to be happening.

“Yes, for your final assessment of the semester you will be using your knowledge of lesser demons, as well as the rituals for summoning and binding that you’ve been learning in my class,” your head whipped over at the smooth tone of your Charms and Rituals professor, a youthful woman that went by the name Seulgi and had inky hair that fell pin-straight down her back. In all honesty, you had no idea when she’d entered the room and as a result had been extremely startled by her presence— you could hear Seokjin snickering at your reaction.

“You all have learnt extensively about the summoning ritual in previous years, and even more so this year, along with the binding ritual we covered in the first half of the semester,” Seulgi’s dark eyes flitted over the large room of her pupils, your demonology professor standing to her side behind the desk. “For this assessment, you will be summoning a Lesser Demon, commanding it successfully to complete a minor task for you, and then binding it into servitude to you. We will be inspecting the symbol of binding that results as proof of your completion of the assessment.”

At once you were filled with excitement and apprehension. You’d never attempted the summoning ritual before, despite learning the theory behind it extensively over your time at the academy. As exorcists-in-training, the two rituals that were hammered into you from the very beginning were the summoning ritual, and the exorcism ritual. There were other tips and tricks learnt along the way, but the academy focused heavily on those. You were a year or so from graduation, and so weren’t entirely surprised that they were finally asking you to put the theory into practice yourselves. You’d watched others perform it, had learnt the intricacies and reasoning behind each aspect of the ritual, but never had to do it yourself. In all honesty, as exciting as it was, it was a little daunting. Just the slightest misstep in anything and it could change the entire ritual, and the end results would likely be something you weren’t prepared for in the least.

Your demonology professor picked up where Seulgi had left off, leaning on the desk slightly as he spoke to the room of buzzing students. “Exorcists in the real world don’t have the luxury of time, and so to keep this assessment as realistic as possible and prepare you to the best of our ability, you will have a week to gather the necessary ingredients and then perform the ritual. You will be expected to show us your bound item by time of this class next Friday. You are free to show us before then, of course, but we advise you not to rush this.”

The room burst into a louder buzz, students understandably both excited and worried about such a short time frame. You understood the reasoning, and were still excited, but the deadline only contributed to the nerves beginning to amass in your stomach. Realistically, you knew you could do it. You’d trained long enough that it was something you were expected to be able to complete, and as a good student you should be able to pull it off without a problem. Still… there was something in your tummy, a thought pressing against the back of your mind, and you couldn’t quite place your finger on what it was. Would you really be able to pull it off?

Before you could sink any further into your gruelling inner monologue, there was a nudge from your side and you turned to see a grinning Seokjin once more. At once, your worries and concerns eased. Seokjin always had that effect on you, always managed to soothe your fears and anxieties with just a sweet, beaming smile. You thought it was a pretty admirable quality, if you were being honest. Seokjin had a habit of lighting up the room when he entered, his smile lightening the moods of all basking in its rays. Such a feeling usually lasted about as long as he could keep his mouth shut and the terrible jokes to himself, but honestly you loved him for it. Even if they made others cringe, the jokes made your day. Your personalities and humour meshed well, and it was probably how you’d managed to stay such good friends for so long.

“I know a place,” he stage-whispered, voice nearly lost in the small cacophony that was rising within the lecture room while the professors waited for their students to settle. “Where we can get all the ingredients really cheap.”

Your interest was instantly piqued. The student life was not one that came easy with an abundance of income, and you were eager to pounce on whatever bargain you could to secure yourself some extra weight in your pockets. You wagged your brows at the blonde male.

“Hook us up, my dude,” you returned the stage-whisper, grinning all the while. Seokjin snorted, returning the grin, but your demonology professor spoke up before he had a chance to respond further.

“Alright, alright. We know it’s exciting, but surely you can all settle down now…”

The remainder of the lecture was spent providing a few more details about the assessment, as well as some relevant resources that could prove helpful for those wishing to read more on the subject before they performed the rituals. While you weren’t exactly confident enough in your abilities to say that you absolutely didn’t need to do that, you were also sure that the second this lecture was over half of the cohort was going to be bolting to the libraries and all of the aforementioned resources would be gone within minutes.

The lecture concluded, and sure enough the second your demonology professor finished speaking half of the room was raising from their seats and rushing down the stairs. You stayed seated, watching in amusement as people stumbled and passive-aggressively huffed behind someone that was going too slow and holding up the flow of people streaming from the room.

Seokjin’s voice sounded from beside you, “Hey, you wanna go to that gelato place near my apartment? I just got an email that says they have some really good two-for-one deals going on right now.”

You spun to deliver the male with a borderline incredulous look. “Do you know me? Hell yes, let’s fucken go Jinnie.”

Seokjin snorted, thoroughly amused, and with that you were both rising from your seats and bolting to join the pushing mass of students. Choosing gelato over academic gain… you didn’t know if there was anything that had ever described you better.

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“Your iced mocha, y/n.”

You looked up at the familiar, smooth tone, a smile finding its way to your lips of its own accord.

“Thanks, Minhyuk,” you said, feeling the saliva gather in your mouth at the sight of your drink, whipped cream swirled over the top and sprinkled with cocoa. You could see the chocolate syrup along the inside of the glass and were almost ashamed at how excited you got. It was one large glass of nothing but pure, unadulterated sugar and caffeine, and you were going to thoroughly enjoy every drop of it. If Seokjin were here he’d tease you for ogling a drink instead of the cute barista, but honestly when the drink was as good as this one you couldn’t even bring yourself to care— and you knew as thirsty as the blonde was, food would always have priority for him too. It was another cornerstone in your lasting friendship— a mutual and quite honestly excessive love for food.

The treats from this establishment were a particular favourite of yours. Soft Corner Café was a cute little coffeeshop that happened to lie happily in the middle of your apartment and campus. As a result, you and Seokjin often found yourselves nestled inside, curled into the comfy booths and sipping sweet drinks that were probably in the long run not very good for your health.

Minhyuk beamed at you, flicking strands of recently-died crimson hair from his face. You always had to stop and admire his face for a moment every time you saw him, because the boy had honestly won the genetic lottery in more ways than you could count. He changed his hair often, and you honestly didn’t think there had been one throughout them all that didn’t suit him. Boy had been blessed by Aphrodite herself.

“I put extra syrup in there for you,” he said, and while you were thrilled to hear it you were also mildly concerned that he knew your terrible eating habits so well. “Is Seokjin coming today? I can start making his drink so it’s ready for when he gets here.”

In all honesty, you were surprised you’d gotten this far into the conversation without Minhyuk mentioning the other cute barista they’d recently hired. You checked the time, affirming that Seokjin was actually late for your food date, and gave the tall male another smile. “That would be awesome, actually. Do you want me to pay now, or…?”

Minhyuk let out a light laugh, waving his hand nonchalantly in the air. “Nah, I trust you. Besides…”

His eyes flitted over to the counter and you sensed at once where the conversation was going. You felt your cheeks heat in advance. Minhyuk returned his gaze to you, smile sly and cheeky. “Who would I be to deny you an interaction with your current crush?”

“It’s not a crush!” you rushed to defend yourself, pointing a finger at the male who already looked like he was dangerously close to laughing. “Listen, you little gremlin, that was one time. One! He just caught me off-guard. I blushed because I was embarrassed, not because I like him—”

“I have to say, y/n, you have a good eye,” Minhyuk let out a wistful sigh. “You should have seen him the other day. He wore this white t-shirt to his shift, but it had been raining, so by the time he got here you could see everything— and oh my god y/n he’s so fucking ri—”

“Stop that! Go away, demon! No!” you cried, planting your hands over your ears as the heat in your cheeks increased. “Not listening! La la la la la!”

Minhyuk cackled and, satisfied with the embarrassment and mischief he’d caused, turned to go back to the counter and make Seokjin’s drink. “I’ll be back with Seokjin’s drink soon, y/n, you can’t keep your hands over your ears all afternoon!”

You grumbled, cursing the entirely too-amused male with your eyes. You didn’t know whether or not he actually thought you had a crush on the new barista, Wonho, but he enjoyed teasing you about it nonetheless, especially since the event that sparked it all was so embarrassing for you. You groaned. You never wanted to relive the memory, but every time you came in here it happened anyway. Stupid Minhyuk.

Deciding you’d thought enough about the embarrassment that was still somewhat fresh in your mind, you turned your gaze to your phone once more and blinked at the time. Wow, Seokjin really was late. You mean, he was late before, but now he was late. As someone who usually prided himself on being fashionably on-time or perhaps fashionably five minutes past time, the fact that it had now been fifteen minutes since you were meant to meet was almost cause for concern. Should you be getting ready to man a search party? Or should you wait a bit? You hadn’t ever had to deal with something like this, you didn’t know what usually happened.

Before you could throw yourself in some sort of unnecessary mess that would no doubt be hard to clean up, a tall figure burst through the front door and made a beeline towards the booth where you were currently seated. Seokjin, the man of the hour, threw himself into the seat, breathing heavily and sweating lightly along his forehead. You raised your eyebrows at him, nose wrinkling.

“Ew, is today’s theme sweat?” you teased, grinning when Seokjin shot you a half-hearted glare. He adjusted the strap of the bag over his shoulder and dropped it onto the seat next to him as you spoke, “I can’t believe you were late. Tsk tsk, Jinnie. You had such a solid track record before today.”

Seokjin groaned at that. “I know,” he lamented, shoulders sagging slightly. “I was going to be on time but you would not believe the amount of people on the buses coming from the herb corner of town. I guess a lot of students need ingredients right about now.”

You nodded, understanding. You even felt a little bad for him— no experience on a crowded bus was a good one. “Did you have to stand?”

Seokjin nodded and the pain in his eyes spoke more than anything else he could have said. You lowered your head in respect. “I will pray for the muscles of your legs, my man.”

He laughed lightly, sweeping back the light blonde locks from his forehead, strands slightly damp with sweat. “Much appreciated, nerd. So, where’s my drink?”

With scarily accurate timing, as though he’d been waiting for those very words to leave Seokjin’s mouth, Minhyuk popped up beside the table and plopped the drink in question down in front of the blonde male. Caramel iced coffee came dangerously close to sloshing out of the glass, the whipped cream riding precariously atop the surface, dipping and tilting. “Your drink, sir!”

Seokjin seemed impressed, if a bit alarmed. “Ah, Minhyuk. Always an outstanding barista, a true inspiration to us all.”

Minhyuk beamed, uncaring whether the praise was sincere or not. He took what he could get, and you had to respect that. “But of course! Only the best service is saved for our best, most favourite regulars.”

Seokjin hummed, stabbing through the whipped cream atop his drink with a straw. “We are indeed lucky, although it is a shame y/n doesn’t get to interact with her cr—”

“Already gone there today!” you cut the blonde off pointedly, Minhyuk doing his best not to laugh. “Let’s not revisit that for a second time!”

The blonde’s lips curved into a devious grin, but he remained silent, taking a smug sip of his drink instead. Minhyuk took the table number that you’d been given out of habit despite the fact literally every member of the staff probably at least new your face if not your name by this point.

“She’s right, I already teased her about it,” Minhyuk pouted. “I want to tease her some more, but she still has those screenshots…”

Seokjin made a face, sympathy pouring from his features. “You texted her while drunk too?”

The redhead nodded, regret crossing his face. “I’m never getting shitfaced at Changkyun’s again.”

You grinned, knowing that while he said that now, he’d probably be over at said second-year’s apartment anyway come Saturday, getting drunk once more. You could take the boy from the fun, but you could never take the fun from the boy. You made a note to check in with him on Sunday and see if he made it through the night without embarrassing himself again. Damn, you were a good friend.

“Sure you won’t,” you smiled, ignoring Minhyuk’s glare. The barista huffed, turning on his heel.

“Ingrate,” he muttered, shooting you another look that had you stifling giggles. You could see the barest hints of a smile fighting to tug his lips. “Come pay when you’re done, you dusty bitch.”

He left then, strutting back over to the counter and making such a show of it you couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled forth. Seokjin snickered from across from you, barely concealing it with his straw. You both calmed before you turned to him, suddenly remembering the whole reason he was across town in the Herb Corner in the first place.

“Oh right, did you get the ingredients?” you asked, shuffling forward on your seat eagerly. It had been three days since you were issued the assessment on Friday, and as both you and Seokjin had predicted, the usual ingredient stores had been suddenly inundated and the stocks for what you needed had been exhausted. Even the obscure place Seokjin claimed to know about had gotten a fair amount more business than usual, from what you were gathering.

Seokjin’s face lit up, and he beamed as he pulled a large paper bag from his satchel. “I did!”

He pulled out another paper bag from inside the one he’d just withdrawn, handing it to you. His expression shifted and he made a sort of shrug. “Well,” he amended, “They had everything but one of the ingredients— but I already placed an order for it and it should arrive in two days!”

You took the bag, easing it open and peeping inside. True to what he was saying, everything but one ingredient was accounted for. You hummed. “They were out of ground nightshade?”

Seokjin hummed, nodding. “So it would seem. They were out of pretty much every form of atropa belladonna. Apparently hallucinogenic potions are the latest craze among the magic community.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes playfully at the blonde. “Atropa belladonna, oh my god I can’t believe I almost forgot what a nerd you are—”

“I can take the ingredients back?” Seokjin said, reaching for the bag he’d so graciously handed you before. You yelped, pulling it back and away from his outstretched hand. “Since you don’t seem like you want them…?”

“Of course I want them, don’t touch the bag it’s mine,” you said quickly, holding the paper close to your chest and slapping his offending hand away.

Seokjin chortled, grinning. “Then don’t be such a fucken ingrate.”

You made an expression that one could probably call ‘offended’, except couldn’t be bothered putting any real heart in it. You took your drink in hand, condensation wetting your palm as you brought it to your lips. “Excuse me? Dusty ass? I went ahead and got you a drink, I think you’re the ingrate here.”

Seokjin’s eyebrows shot up. “You know, there’s one way to settle this.”

There was a beat of silence, both of you staring the other down for several tense moments as you tried to assess whether he was actually going to do what he was silently threatening to do. He blinked, then he was opening his mouth to call loudly, “MINHY—KKCKS—”

You shoved several sugar packets into his mouth, abruptly cutting off his cry. The damage had been done, and some patrons were now looking over at your booth with dirty expressions, but at least Minhyuk hadn’t heard him. You couldn’t actually see the barista, but if you had to hazard a guess you’d probably say he was in the kitchen, bothering the pastry chef. It was a favourite pastime of his, along with teasing you about crushes that didn’t exist of course.

You removed your hand from Seokjin’s mouth once you were sure he’d admitted defeat with his eyes, and he simply sat and allowed his jaw to drop open. The damp sugar packets fell from his mouth, dropping onto the table with wet thumps, and you tried not to laugh at the visual before you.

“Paper,” Seokjin says, tongue moving weirdly as he tries to remove the taste and feeling of the packets. “Tastes disgusting. God, it’s not coming off my tongue— don’t do that to me again or I’ll sleep with a witch and get her to turn you into a frog or something.”

You laughed loudly, pushing the gross packets to the side and shooting Seokjin a smile. “Human transfiguration is forbidden to novice witches, so I think I’m safe.”

Seokjin squawked, offended. “Are you saying I wouldn’t be able to get a senior witch?!”

You remained silent, making a face and lifting your hands as you shrugged. The blonde slapped his palm on the table, outraged.

“I could! I could totally get a senior witch if I wanted! They love cute exorcists-in-training like me!” he pointed at you, eyes narrowing. “This is character assassination, defamation— I’m suing you.”

“You’d need a character for me to assassinate first,” you retorted, cackling when Seokjin retaliated by throwing the damp sugar packets at you.

“Unbelievable!” he cried, crossing his arms and resembling a child mid-tantrum. “I share my gelato place with you, I hook you up with cheap ingredients, I put up with the slander— and this is the thanks I get?”

You took a loud, obnoxious sip of your drink, the straw making all sorts of noise, and he threw his hands in the air, turning his gaze heavenward in what you could only assume was a plea for help.

You continued bickering for a while, until you’d both made decent dents in your drinks, and eventually cooled down into your usual relaxed dynamic. You discussed the rituals, when you were going to do them and whether you remembered everything. You were both decent students, and so realistically shouldn’t have much issue.

When you parted ways an hour later to go and work on your own respective assessments, you knew he was going to do his summoning in two days’ time, and you’d agreed to do yours around then too. Summoning rituals, after you set them up and began the process, had an expiry time. If the summoning wasn’t completed within a certain time frame, everything would become dud. The ingredients would no longer work, and you’d even have to find another place to perform the ritual. The process gathered and charged the energy in the area wherever it took place, and if left to expire instead of using that energy for the ritual, then it completely drained the area and the ingredients of their magic and energetic potential. They couldn’t be used again, wouldn’t work— similar to how a helmet wouldn’t protect you the same if it had already absorbed a large amount of shock from an impact.

The expiry time for each ritual was a little different. For summoning rituals, it was around twenty-four hours. So you were going to set up your ritual and begin the process the day you picked up the final ingredient. You honestly couldn’t afford for the ingredients to go to waste, so you had to organise your time wisely.

When you got home, you began to clear the space where you planned to perform the ritual. You needed a relatively large area, so you chose your living room. You pushed some furniture back, leaving others for your own convenience. At a loss for what to do after that, you retreated to your room for a quick nap. You’d probably do some studying after that, or something.

You fell asleep quickly, as per usual, your mind caught on thoughts of what your first time summoning would be like. You slipped into unconsciousness, dreams smooth and unremarkable, the darkness broken only by a lilac set of eyes and a curling sensation in your abdomen you’d never remember when you woke up.

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Two days later found you sitting cross-legged in your living room, going over some of the resources you’d dredged from the recesses of your closet. You’d been taking demonology courses for pretty much the entire time you’d been attending the academy, and so had a fair amount of notes and textbooks amassed in your collection. You shifted your legs when you felt the beginnings of pins and needles, foot coming dangerously close to knocking over a white candle you’d sat firmly on the floor.

Today was the day you were set to collect the final ingredient for the summoning ritual, and therefore it was also the day you were planning to perform the ritual. Understandably, some nerves had gathered and were now swirling within the confines of your stomach. This was the first time ever you would be performing a ritual by yourself. You’d watched people perform it— in person and in videos used in lectures. You’d seen diagrams, picture booklets depicting the process. But this… doing it in person was so starkly different it had taken you the better part of the morning to cool your nerves. You’d set up the ritual already as much as you could, had turned to it as something to focus on instead of worrying uselessly and pacing your apartment in a fit of nervous energy.

The sigils decorating your wooden floors in white chalk stood out against the dark timber colouring, the candles remaining unlit for now but still standing proud in the required points around the markings. Table salt drew a thick circle around the symbols, there for your own protection. Since it was only a Lesser Demon you would be summoning, you wouldn’t need anything stronger to keep it at bay. They weren’t powerful enough to even pose a threat of negating the salt, so you weren’t too worried about that aspect at least. Everything was set up and ready, and the second you’d connected the final line of the sigils the ritual had been pushed into motion, the energy in the area beginning to charge. You had twenty-four hours— well, twenty-two now— to complete the ritual.

You were planning on heading out to the store soon to pick up the final ingredient. Seokjin had told you at the café the other day that they would have stocked up on ground nightshade and would have your ingredient ready in two days, which was today. The only reason you hadn’t already gone was because you wanted to miss the rest of the late-morning traffic that seemed to find its way to bus stops near you. It was pretty much all students, rushing to attend classes they’d chosen to be later in the day. You weren’t a fan of standing on the bus, especially when your stop was on the other side of town.

But, if you were being completely honest with yourself, that wasn’t the only reason. Admittedly, there was a part of you, a reasonably sized part, that was procrastinating the trip because you were scared. Well, scared may have been a bit strong… nervous? Either way, the sooner you got the ingredient, the sooner you would have no excuse but to perform the ritual. You knew logically, realistically, you were working it up to be bigger than it was, but still… something in your tummy protested, like your intuition was trying to tell you something.

Frankly, you knew there was nothing to be warned about, and so you were ignoring it. Probably not something that you should get into a habit of doing, but focusing on it only made you more anxious so you were trying to forget about it. Hence, the return to your reading materials. You were going over all the information you had on Lesser Demons, since you figured it would help you a bit if you cemented a good mental image of what to expect when you performed the ritual.

It was helping, in a way. You already knew all of this information, of course, but refreshing your knowledge was always a good idea. You picked up your next textbook, observing the red cover and black lettering. Exorcists, if nothing else, were truly a dramatic bunch. Smiling slightly to yourself, you flicked it open to the contents page. It displayed all the chapters, one being dedicated to each rank and type of demon. There was even a small portion on the back pertaining to specific ingredients needed to summon each type. You didn’t bother looking at that, since you already knew by heart what you needed and had most of the ingredients already.

Fuelled by your slightly unreasonable urge to procrastinate just a little longer, you opened the book to the first section on Lesser Demons.

Lesser Demons were, you could say, the lowest in rank and power among Hell’s plane— hence the name. It didn’t actually refer to only one type of demon, but rather was a blanket term for all demons that were of low rank and power. Because of this, not all Lesser Demons looked the same.

One subtype, you recalled as your eyes skimmed the page, was less like the traditional demons and more like what you would see in tales about maleficent fae. They resembled little creatures usually referred to as redcaps, but weren’t as strikingly malevolent. That was another trait of lesser demons— they weren’t inherently good, and were prone to mischief, but they weren’t intelligent enough to seek true evil. It was probably why they were featured in your first summoning task as students.

Another subtype, one that you personally thought was one of the coolest, were often referred to as shadies. They were small, hovering balls of smoky, shimmering darkness, broken only by a small mask that you assumed acted as a point of reference for a face. They were otherwise shapeless and had no real body to speak of, but a lot of literature spoke for their ability to follow instructions and complete tasks well. You held a certain fondness for them because they couldn’t talk, and therefore couldn’t spit curses at you, but also because they were just… cute, in a strange way that you wouldn’t expect a hovering blob of darkness to be. You knew they had eyes, could see them beaming at you from behind the mask, and they weren’t particularly adorable, but still… there was something about them that was just endearing to you. You were personally hoping for once of these, when you performed the ritual.

Probably one of the most common Lesser Demons, second only to the goblin-esque redcap look-alikes, were the sockets. The reason for such a peculiar name lay in the fact that they often appeared resembling small forest animals to the very last detail, except for one small difference— they had no eyes, and the entire socket was filled with a thick, swirling abyss. These were the more mischievous of the Lesser Demons, and if you didn’t end up getting a shadie you definitely were hoping for a socket. Beggars couldn’t be choosers though, and inevitably you’d just have to accept whatever you got.

You were about to turn to the next section in the textbook, one that detailed a more uncommon type of Lesser Demon you’d learned about, when a sudden violent vibrating broke you from your thoughts. You turned, catching sight of your phone on the floor next to you ringing away, and quickly answered before it could knock over a candle in its fit.

“Hello, y/n speaking,” you answered, remembering it had been an unfamiliar number that had displayed across your screen.

“Ah, hello miss. This is Herb Encyclopedia on West— there was an order placed here under your name a couple of days ago, I believe, for ground nightshade?” It was a woman’s voice that greeted you, low and rough with age but kind and soft in its tone.

Despite her seemingly nice disposition, dread was beginning to fill your stomach. This must have been the store Seokjin ordered the ingredients from, but why were they calling you?

“Ah, yes. That’s right,” you said, fingers fiddling with the flimsy paper of the textbook. “Can I ask why you’re calling?”

The lady chuckled, a nervous sound, and began to explain. “Ah, of course. I’m calling to let you know that, unfortunately, there has been a delay with your shipment. It was meant to arrive today, but we have been informed that will no longer be the case.”

You could have sworn your heart stopped as her words caught up to you. It wasn’t there, so you wouldn’t be able to get it today— fuck. You’d already set up the ritual, and it had already begun charging the energy in your apartment.

“Fuck,” you muttered softly, unaware it had even escaped you until the lady made another nervous sound that seemed like a giggle. “I… oh shit. Fuck, sorry for my language— do you know when the shipment will come in? I need it very urgently.”

The lady hummed in understanding, and you heard the faint sound of paper rustling before she spoke again. “It’s due to come in tomorrow morning. It was only a short delay, but a delay nonetheless. I apologise for the inconvenience.”

You took a deep breath, trying to manage the cluster of nerves and anxiety that had amassed in your stomach once more. “Okay, I see. Thank you for telling me. What time do you open tomorrow? I’ll need it very early.”

“We open at eight-thirty,” the lady said, tone softening once more. “I’ll make sure your package is on the counter and ready for you to pick up first thing tomorrow.”

An audible sound of relief passed your lips, and you were sure she heard it. “Okay, alright. Thank you. Uh…”

The lady seemed to sense you didn’t quite know what else to say, and graciously provided an opening for you to finish the call. “Again, we apologise for the inconvenience. Is there anything else you will need today, miss?”

You shuffled on the floor, just barely missing the candle with your foot once more. “Ah, no thank you. I’m good. Thank you for calling.”

“Of course,” the lady spoke, a shuffling sound coming down the line. “Take care of yourself, sweetheart. Have a lovely day now.”

You returned the sentiment, lowering your phone as soon as you heard the click that signified she’d hung up. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh shit. Okay, this was fine. By the time you went in tomorrow, retrieved the ingredient, and made it back home, you’d still be within the twenty-four hour time frame— barely.

You let your head fall back against the couch and groaned. Of course this would happen to you.

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“I finally got them, oh my god Seokjin what if it expires early? Oh my god I’m so fucked.”

Seokjin’s only attempt at reassurance came in the form of a sympathetic hum. “I don’t think they can expire early, but on the off chance it does— yeah, you’re fucked.”

You resisted the urge to throw your phone, knowing it was an impulse that was only present because you were already stressed and Seokjin wasn’t helping. Not like you really expected him to in the first place, why had you called him again?

“Kim Seokjin, you dusty ass bitch,” you hissed as you ran along the cement pathway, growing closer and closer to your apartment with each hurried step. It was just within view on the horizon, building peeking tauntingly at you through trees and brick housing. “That is not comforting me at all. You’re a terrible friend.”

The male snorted, and you could vividly imagine the expression that would be on his face as he did so. A peculiar cross between incredulous and amused. “It’s not the end of the world, y/n. There’s still time to do the ritual before it expires. I’m not sure what you want from me—”

“It was your store that the ingredient was delayed at!” you retorted, almost very out of breath as you approached the front of your apartment building. You almost missed what the male said in response as you unlocked the front doors with your keycard and let yourself in, darting for the elevator.

“Okay, that’s fair, I’ll wear that,” Seokjin said, tone probably the exact opposite of apologetic. “But you did still get everything cheaper, so I stand by my recommendation.”

You shook your head despite the fact he couldn’t see it, your foot tapping as the elevator shuttled up the floors. A ding alerted you that you’d arrived at your destination, and you were bolting down the hall as soon as the doors opened.

“You prick,” you panted, almost dropping the package under your arm as you fumbled to let yourself into your apartment. “I’m not shouting gelato for a whole month.”

Seokjin gasped, horrified, and quickly went to protest. “What? No! You bitch we have a deal—!”

“Sorry, you’re cutting out, I’ll have to call you back later,” you said, not even pretending to make the complimentary static noises and make it semi-believable. “Bye, Jinnie!”

There was another noise of protest before you hung up, dropping your phone on the couch and the package you’d picked up along with it. The gods had been smiling upon you today, as there had been hardly any traffic or people on the buses this morning, and by the time you got to the shop the attendant was in the back room, saving you the social interaction, and your package had been sitting nicely on the counter, ready for you to take. It had been lined up along with a couple of other packages, but you’d paid them no heed and grabbed yours before darting off and back down the street.

Seokjin had called you when you’d been on the bus home, wanting to check in since you’d texted him the situation yesterday and he’d laughed at you before realising you were serious. He’d then proceeded to make fun of you once more, this time for the fact that it had happened to you of all people. Apparently there was something about you that just attracted unusual circumstances. It was a pretty big inconvenience, especially when Seokjin was your best friend and a strong element of said friendship was taking the shit out of each other.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand, you were currently trying to remove your ingredient from its packaging as delicately as possible. The plan was to perform the summoning ritual before you let any more time pass and ran the risk of the ritual expiring. Your fingers struggled to be steady as the grasped the packaging. If you ripped the wrong thing there was going to be fine dust everywhere and not only would you have wasted the ingredients you paid and then waited for, but you’d also have to clean it, and that would probably be more humiliating than you could handle.

The ground nightshade smelt a little different than you remembered as you gingerly opened the packet, but didn’t really have time to mull over it. You chalked it up to the fact that you hadn’t really seen nor smelt it in a good while, and the memory you had of it was probably a bit skewed by now.

Taking a deep breath, you moved over to the circle of salt and the runes and sigils drawn inside. The candles were still in their place from yesterday, the matches to the side, and everything else was as you’d left it this morning. You’d since tidied up— the books were no longer spread across the floor but instead were in a neat pile on the coffee table to the side, save for the one you actually needed to read from for the ritual. You shrugged out of your jacket, throwing it on the couch, and patted down your jeans in nervous habit more than anything. Okay, you could do this. You were about to do this.

Grasping the final ingredient to your mix, you began to sprinkle the ground nightshade alongside the salt, creating another circle within it. You allowed the fine dust to fall in a reasonably thick line, surprised to find even after completing the second circle and connecting the line that there was some left. Oh well, you wouldn’t be caught complaining.

You set the remainder of the ground nightshade away, exhaling shakily from the nerves flicking inside your stomach. Okay. You had this. You reached for the matches, lighting the candles and blinking as with the last one the room began to thrum with energy, a strange  sensation settling over your limbs and raising the hairs on your skin. It felt a little different than you expected, than you remembered, but you didn’t bother looking into it. You were just a student after all, this was your first ever solo summoning. You had little to no experience to go off, really.

You stood, taking the book that held the incantation you needed with you and trying to ignore the slight shake to your legs. When you were standing and had a good view of the circle a couple of feet before you, you took a moment to just breathe, an attempt to steel your nerves. You were stressing over nothing, it was just summoning a Lesser Demon. It wouldn’t be able to cross the line of salt you made— you were the one with the power here, the exorcist. You had this.

Your eyes opened once more, blinking at the dimness of the room. You had forgotten to open your curtains in your rush earlier. Shrugging it off, you opened the book in your hold and turned to the relevant page. Deep breath, throat cleared. You began the incantation.

The room seemed to shiver the second the words of the summoning spell graced your lips, energy fluctuating and pulsing. If you ever had any doubts it would work, these sensations surely would have squashed them. You focused on reading the lines— the last thing you needed was to stuff up the words —and completed the first line of the ritual with no trouble.

The room seemed to dim as you continued, voice surprisingly smooth as it caressed the latin words written in bold across the page of your textbook. You didn’t dare look up, but knew at this point that the demon being summoned was probably slipping through dimensions. The summoning ritual weakened the borders, you could say, and allowed a demon to be pulled from the Hellscape and into the mortal realm. Second line done, you started on the third and final line of the summoning incantation.

Something felt different. As the last word of the line slipped from your tongue and graced the air, something felt different than it should have. You didn’t remember a Lesser Demon ever exuding such pressure into the air with its presence. You were almost urged into a submissive cower by your instincts, something you were understandably jaded by. Why the hell was your body reacting this way? You were much stronger than some weak ass Lesser Demon that couldn’t even talk—

“Why do you dare summon me, human?”

You froze, your heart stopping instantly and your blood freezing in your veins. Your brain took a split-second to catch up. What. What.

Your head whipped up, mouth dropping as you were met with the sight of a tall male in your living room, his arms crossed and hip cocked as he rested his weight on one leg. His expression, at first glance, seemed wildly unimpressed, but there was a glimmer in his dark eyes that betrayed something almost akin to amusement. Two onyx horns curved from the top of his head, polished in the low light, and silver metal adorned his smooth, honeyed skin.

“Fuck,” it escaped before you could even think to filter it, your eyes shooting wide. The book dropped from your grasp, landing on the floor with a heavy, dismaying thunk, and you watched as the demon’s eyes followed it down, expression neutral. His eyes flicked over the page the book landed open on, the page you’d just been reading from, and an interesting combination of curiosity and amusement swirled in his gaze.

“’Lesser Demons’… oh, honey,” his voice was low, deep against your ears, and you had to fight a shiver as his gaze swept back up your form to trap your own. His words were honeyed, humour curling around each syllable and sound as it left his mouth and fell from soft, petal lips. He found you amusing. “You’re a little out of your depth, aren’t you? You probably have no idea what you just summoned, huh.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out something had gone wrong, and this wasn’t, in fact, a Lesser Demon standing in your living room. You rattled your brain for what could have possibly lead to this, quickly narrowing in on the only variable in the situation— your gaze flicked down to the circle ground nightshade in horror.

“The nightshade…” you muttered, dread and anxiety mixing into one large, precarious cocktail in your abdomen. The demon seemed delighted you’d caught on so quickly, humming in response.

“Not nightshade, sweetheart,” his tone dipped as he tilted his head, adjusting his stance, and your attention was drawn for the first time to the rest of his body— heat flushed across your cheeks instantly. He was dressed in nothing but loose, silken pants that hung from his hips almost sinfully and exposed the entirety of his toned abdomen to your eyes. Silver bands wrapped around his arms, breaking up the dark, tattoo-like markings that decorated the skin, and a silver choker wound around his throat enticingly. More metal glimmered from ears that were a far cry from human, the ends long and pointed. His eyes seemed to gleam in response to your gaze as it took in his form, arousal beginning to swirl within you at his presence and appearance despite your fear. “Valerian root.”

Your eyes tore from the curve of his waist where his back and chest tapered into slim hips, and said hips into large, strong thighs. His words took a second to register but once they did you quickly realised how you’d gotten yourself into this situation. You hadn’t checked the package this morning, so sure that the one you’d picked up was right since it looks similar enough, and your foolish mistake had now caused you to summon something you were not in any way prepared for.

You weren’t by any means weak in the subject of herbology, you knew some of the qualities of valerian root, but you didn’t know what demon it would summon when used in the ritual. Fear began to curl within you as the reality of the situation began to sink in. God, you were fucked.

The demon continued to speak when he realised you were too shocked to do so, a smirk curving his lips. His head tilted and he took a step forward in the circle, sending your heartrate spiking. Fuck, fuck, fuck—

“Oh, little exorcist, what a bind you’ve gotten yourself into,” he cooed, a hand coming to rest on his cocked hip. Your eyes caught on the silver glimmering from his chest and you nearly choked, heart hammering away faster than you’d ever thought. It was so inappropriate for you to be as attracted to him as you were right now, but it was inexplicable how drawn you were to him, how much that pull increased with each second that passed. Something wasn’t right, something hadn’t been right ever since you’d started the ritual. The demon purred, “You’re too young to have graduated, so you must still be a fledgling. How endearing.”

Your blood simmered at his words, but you refused to acknowledge why. “Who are you?” you managed to ask, throat dry. “What are you?”

The male grinned, large doe-eyes crinkling in a youthful look that was entirely too innocent for a creature born deep in the bowels of hell.

“I’m surprised you don’t know already,” he said, eyes meeting yours and flaring the most peculiar shade of lilac. Your heart skipped a beat. “I’ve been visiting your dreams long enough, little exorcist.”

Fear, mixed with something else, something scorching, shot along your spine. You fought the urge to take a step back, to increase the distance between you— you couldn’t afford to look weak, and besides, there was a line of salt between him and yourself.

“What do you mean?” you demanded, bravado all you really had left. The demon’s eyebrows shot up, amusement glimmering in the dark hues that now held traces of glowing lilac.

“You’re a regular of mine,” he said simply, turning to glance about the room. His eyes fixed on your books to the side on the coffee table. “It can get awful boring in the dreamscape, you know. I look forward to visiting your dreams.”

You blinked, opening your mouth to respond when he shifted his body and move. Your heart instantly dropped, eyes watching in horror as he lifted his leg and stepped over the salt line without a problem, walking nonchalantly over to your coffee table. The candles burned, lonely, around the runes in the absence of the creature they’d summoned. Anxiety and fear welled within you despite the opposing wave of arousal at the sight of his sculpted back and plush ass.

“Dream demon,” you murmured, voice rising as you connected the dots and realised what exactly was in your living room. “You’re an incubus?”

The demon of sex and dreams turned from where he was gazing over your books, a devious gleam in his eyes as they burned lilac into your own. Your heart hammered against your ribcage anxiously, driven by a strange mix of adrenaline and other hormones his very presence had awoken. It registered suddenly that a dream demon had been visiting your dreams for god knows how long, and you hadn’t known about it until you’d accidentally summoned the offending demon in your living room. Heat scorched across your cheeks once more at the realisation as well as the sheer intensity of the gaze currently boring into you.

“You don’t disappoint,” he said, turning on his heel and making his way back towards the circle, but never stepping in. Stepping back inside would give you the power to banish or exorcise him, if you knew how. “Smart and beautiful, I’ve always been drawn to your soul. So bright, your energy so pure… it’s a shame the charms you wear to bed never let me taste it.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he took a step closer. All students were provided with charms that protected them while they slept from possession and other demonic forces. From the dreamscape, from hell, he would never have been able to delve deep enough into your sleeping mind to touch your essence, but now…

Now he was here in the mortal realm, unrestricted and unbound because you’d accidentally brought him here and had no way of sending him back. God, your first ever summoning and you’d managed to fuck it up this bad— you were a terrible exorcist.

“Tell me, little exorcist,” he queried, taking another step closer. The reduced distance between you had your heartrate skyrocketing. “Why were you trying to summon a Lesser Demon?”

In all honesty, you saw no point in trying to deceive him. Your plans had gone this far off the rails, you may as well throw yourself further off-course.

“An assessment, due tomorrow,” you answered lowly, tilting your chin up slightly so you didn’t cower from the powerful aura he emitted. “We had to summon and bind a Lesser Demon, not that it matters anymore.”

The incubus was amused. “Oh, you need the binding symbol don’t you. Poor little exorcist, without a Lesser Demon you’re going to fail, aren’t you?”

You glared, annoyed even through the haze beginning to gather in the back of your mind that he was making a mockery of you. You hadn’t come this far in your schooling to fail now, but at the same time… you didn’t have an option anymore. There was no way you could gather all the ingredients and summon again in time for tomorrow. You were fucked.

“Aw, don’t get too down, sweetheart,” his voice curled in your ear, enticing and addictive, and your gaze remained trapped in his as he stepped closer still. He lifted a hand, fingertips brushing over your cheek. “I can help you out, although… it will be for a price.”

The second his skin brushed yours it was like electricity sparked beneath the surface, a shudder rolling down your spine. His close proximity was doing things to you, throwing a mist over your mind as two parts of you fought over what to do next. You could hear him out, or you could throw him out— although was it really a contest? You had no way to throw him out, no way to force him away.

“What price?” you asked, voice softer than you intended. Try as you might you could not free your eyes from the intensity, the magnetic draw of his swirling lilac gaze. He held you captive and you had no idea how to escape, let alone if you really wanted to. This was dangerous, so dangerous— you were losing your head before you even had a chance to realise it was shifting from its place.

The demon tilted his head, strong jaw flexing for a moment before he grinned, revealing regular pearly whites broken only by four sharp teeth. “It’s nothing too much. I will give you an item of binding, and you won’t fail. In return, I have something I desire. You can give it to me.”

Hesitation held your tongue in place as you weighed his words in your mind. It was harder to think with the scent of him so close, so cloying as it brushed your senses. Sweet but musky, it elicited a peculiar cocktail of sensations and emotions within you that you weren’t quite ready to analyse just yet. You forced your mind back to the current problem— what did you do?

At this current point in time, you were going to fail an assessment in an important, must-pass course. You didn’t have the time nor the resources to perform the ritual again, and even if you did you had no way to get rid of the current demon pressing himself further into your personal space. You had an inkling as to what he wanted from you, and in all honesty weren’t as opposed to the idea as you should have been. And if it meant you’d pass, something you currently had no other hope of doing…

“What is it you want?” you asked, gut swirling with a feeling that told you the answer before he ever could.

The incubus grinned, sharp teeth flashing once more and ears flicking, metal glimmering. “That’s simple,” he purred, eyes positively burning and eliciting a shiver that rolled delectably down your spine. Your gut churned, but not in a bad way. “I want you.”

Your breath hitched, eyes wide. He continued, fingers caressing the side of your face once more while his other hand shifted from his side to brush along your arm, your back, to the curve of your waist.

“Your essence, your soul, your body…” his eyes freed you momentarily to sweep over your form, heat flushing over your face and legs trembling ever so slightly. You cursed the barest traces of slick beginning to gather between your thighs. “I want to taste it all. We’re ravenous creatures you know, y/n.”

As if the shock of hearing your name fall from his lips wasn’t enough, the words he was uttering so lowly to you were doing more than a number on your resolve and your mind. His grip tightened on your hip, fingers digging in, and the softest gasp fell from your lips.

“How do you…” you couldn’t finish the question, your voice failing you, too caught in the feel of him so close, too close, you could hardly form a coherent thought anymore.

“Of course I would know the name of the little human that has drawn me in so,” the incubus hummed, brushing hair from the side of your face. His thighs and chest just barely brushed yours, he was so close. The devious gleam in his dark eyes as they glimmered between chocolate and lilac hues told you to keep your defences up, but the curve of his lips as he smirked softly hooked beneath your skin, piercing your ribcage, and tugged you closer. “So what do you say, hm? Will you let me taste you for a favour?”

You must have lost your head much longer ago than you thought, because you found yourself nodding, overcome with the desire for him that had been building within you ever since his presence graced your living room. “Okay.”

The soft whisper of confirmation that escaped you was all he needed, as a large, devilish grin overtook his features before he dove down, lips capturing your own in the blink of an eye and sending a rush of heat and electricity over the surface of your skin. You gasped against his lips, back curving into him as desire curled enticingly within your abdomen, hands coming to clutch his broad shoulders. The way his mouth moved against your own had your head spinning, skin flushing and legs trembling slightly. You didn’t have words to adequately describe how your body was reacting, responding to him. He was the allure, the abyss of a black hole and he already had his claws so deep in you that you didn’t stand a chance— he was consuming you.

His teeth took your bottom lip between them and you were gasping as he sucked it into his mouth, fingers curling, pressing into your flesh so deliciously you were sure you’d wake to find the marks they left tomorrow. Your chest pressed eagerly into his, a shiver rolling down your spin as you felt the metal piercings on his chest rub against your own nipples through your own thin shirt and bra. He did something to you, to your body— you’d never been so sensitive before, so yearning for the touch of another.

A soft noise escaped him as your fingers dug into his skin, one hand winding into the raven hair at the back of his neck, and you swallowed it down. You didn’t even register that you’d moved before the backs of your knees were hitting the familiar edge of your couch and you were being pushed down. The demon slipped easily between your legs, parting from your lips to press kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, hips grinding a prominent bulge against your core. A moan, soft and gasping, fell from your lips at the shot of pleasure that sparked along your spine, your core throbbing with need.

The incubus shifted, changing tactics and beginning to suckle the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you over, and over, and over with blossom pink and lilac blooms across your flesh to match the burning hue of his eyes. Soft noises escaped you at the pleasurable sensations, a whine tumbling from your throat whenever he scraped his teeth along your skin. His hips rolled leisurely, playfully almost, and it wasn’t until you shifted your hips and pressed back into him that a low moan escaped him too.

He pulled back, violet hues capturing yours for a moment before his gaze dipped to your chest and he frowned at the obstacle your shirt presented. Muttering something about ‘accursed human clothes’, the demon grasped your shirt at the low neckline and tore it and the bra beneath in half like nothing more than wet paper. Your heart was racing, stomach dipping and flipping excitedly as it registered just how much stronger he was than you, how much more powerful. The second your skin was bared to him he dove down once more, eager to suck, lick and taste more of you, as much of your as he could. His hand found your breast, fingers kneading the flesh in a way that had a sharp moan pulling from your throat, and his lips left a wet trail down over your collarbones, over your sternum, before he reached your nipple and promptly sucked it harshly into the wet, velvety heat of his mouth.

Each second more he toyed with you, playing you like a well-tuned instrument, was a second that the desire within you welled more and more, a second that you grew wetter, hotter, all for him.

“A-ah, f-fuck,” you cursed as he nipped the sensitive nub, the slight pain mixing with the pleasure of his hips against yours and his mouth and hand against you to create something heady and addictive.

The demon seemed pleased at the noises escaping you, promptly switching his attention to the other breast and relishing the sharp cry you let pass your lips. His other hand shifted, kneading your chest a moment longer before it was travelling further down, caressing the curve of your ribs and the swell of your hips and tummy. He reached your jeans, a low noise of impatience escaping him as he unbuttoned them and zipped them down, before he was yanking them down your legs. He parted from your chest then, leaving you breathless and gasping as cool air met your legs and your jeans were thrown to the side. The incubus didn’t waste any time, grasping your hips and yanking you to the edge of the couch so that your ass just barely sat on the edge.

You didn’t expect it, for whatever reason, when he lowered to the floor and began pressing licks and kisses to the soft skin of your inner thighs. You shifted, whining as a finger came to caress your slit over your underwear, nowhere near enough pressure to be as pleasurable as you wanted but just enough to tease you. His lips dipped close to where you wanted them, but never closed the distance.

“Please,” you gasped as he nipped your thigh, sharp teeth grazing the skin playfully. His eyes were dark, so dark, with desire, the pupils blown wide and drawing you into the pure abyss they held. “Please—”

“Jungkook,�� the demon supplied, eyes meeting yours with a dangerous gleam that had breath catching in your throat. “My name is Jungkook.”

“Jungkook,” you breathed, enjoying the way the name rolled off your tongue. The demon shuddered slightly as your voice graced the air, returning his attention immediately to his previous ministrations. His lips lowered down your thigh, closer and closer to where you longed for him to be, and after what felt like an eternity he finally pressed his lips over your core, suckling your clit into his mouth through your thin panties. Your body jerked, a high-pitched cry leaving your lips in surprise. Your body flushed once more with pleasure, spine curving at the just-barely-enough sensations.

His tongue teased your clit, pleasure tingling along your limbs as his arms wound under your thighs and his hands gripped your hips, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. He continued teasing you, suckling, licking and nipping and drinking in each soft whine and moan that fell from your lips. It didn’t take long for him to want more, however, and you weren’t going to protest. Soon your panties were discarded much in the same manner as the rest of your clothes had been and you were bare before him, thighs trembling lightly and fingers digging into the material of the couch.

You could have sworn you heard the demon mutter something like ‘finally’ before he was diving down and delivering a swift, broad lick along your slit. A gasping moan fell from your lips, breath hitching as he continued lapping at the wetness trickling steadily from your core, teasing you with quick flicks of his tongue against your clit. One of your hands left the cushion of the couch to wind in his hair once more, brushing one of the ebony horns protruding from his skull and curving into the air.

He gasped at the contact, moaning against your core and sending another tremor of pleasure over your form. Jungkook ceased teasing you, opting instead to do as you wanted him so badly to do and move his mouth over your clit, latching his lips around the sensitive bud and suckling. One hand left your hips, fingers finding your slit and his index sliding in as you keened, hips straining to move. The velvety heat of your walls took his finger easily, the wetness drenching your folds more than enough to ease the way. Jungkook began fucking into you with his finger, curling it with each thrust as his fingertips searched for the one spot that would have you crying out.

You were more than ready to take another finger, and it was something the demon quickly caught onto, adding his middle finger into the mix and pumping them into you with a quicker, harder pace. The soft noises tumbling from your lips turned into louder, sharper moans as he found your g-spot and began pressing firmly against it with each thrust and curve of his fingers inside you.

“F-fuck, Jungkook,” you whined, thighs beginning to tremble as the heat in your abdomen melded into something bigger, something that wound tighter and tighter with each thrust into you and each suck of your sensitive nub into his welcoming mouth. The demon seemed pleased that you’d used his name, burying his face happily between your thighs and increasing his efforts. You whined, spine beginning to curve as he changed tactics and worked your most sensitive areas, pressing again and again into that spot inside you as he licked and sucked your clit. The tension grew rapidly in your abdomen now, limbs trembling, until finally you let out a cry and your body tensed up, walls sucking his fingers in greedily as they clenched around them, your eyes screwing shut as your orgasm washed over you and you came harder than you had in a while.

It took you a while to come down from your high, the pleasure still tingling over your limbs and sparking beneath your skin with each leisurely pump of the demons fingers into you as he rode you through your orgasm. You were panting lightly, body thrumming, and you struggled to sit up.

Jungkook rose from his position on the floor, lips glistening with the remnants of your juices, and you realised he’d diligently lapped up each and every drop that gushed forth from your orgasm. Heat crossed your cheeks once more, but before you could say anything the demon was leaning down and capturing your lips with his. Your mind fuzzed over pleasantly, desire reigniting in your abdomen as your tongue moved to brush his lips, tasting your own release and letting out a soft moan in response.

Jungkook’s tongue came to tangle with your own, lips still moving against your own as he did so. Your mind swam in a pleasant daze by the time he released you, irises lilac once more around his dilated pupils. He shifted forward, hips rolling against your own as they had before and you whined, gasping, “Jungkook!”

The male almost purred against your lips, pulling back to deliver you with a smouldering gaze. His hips ground against yours, pleasure sparking from the contact of his large bulge against your clit. You didn’t doubt you were wetting the crotch of his silken pants with your arousal, couldn’t even bring yourself to care when the sensations he was sending through you were so damn good.

“Can you feel how hard I am, little exorcist?” his voice was thick as he murmured against your ear. Your back arched slightly, hips rolling to meet his. He chuckled, holding them down with ease. “Do you want me to fuck you now? Fuck you so hard and so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow?”

Desire and arousal swirled in your abdomen, flushes of both causing heat to brush over your skin. You did, you wanted him so badly you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You body called for him, longed to feel his touch once more even in the hazy remnants of your high. Each brush against your skin set your nerves alight, a dangerous, intoxicating sensation that filled you to the brim. At this stage you couldn’t have refused him, even if you wanted to.

“Y-yes,” you voice barely worked enough to sound the word out, breath stuttering as the demon held your gaze unwaveringly. “Fuck, please, fuck me.”

A low, pleased growl escaped the incubus as his hands gripped your hips once more and he flipped you over, adjusting your position on the couch as you fell onto your hands and knees. Your previous orgasm had left you so weak your arms almost gave out straight away before you forced them straight, knees digging into the plush cushioning of the couch. Your skin, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, stuck slightly to the leather as you shifted.

Your breath hitched as he moved a hand from your hip to knead the supple flesh of your ass, a low moan catching in your throat. You could almost feel his grin, the predatory gleam in his gaze that was causing your limbs to tremble and the small hairs over your skin to raise in anticipation. Your hole ached for him, walls clenching around nothing as your body yearned for him to fuck you like he promised, the idea alone sending a delicious shiver rolling down your spine.

Your thoughts were broken by a harsh smack on your behind, a loud cry passing your lips as sharp pain sparked from your ass. His palm remained in place, cool against the skin that was now throbbing with heat. You couldn’t help the way your behind shifted further into his touch, breath coming quickly.

Jungkook’s hips pressed insistently into your ass as he soothed the area he’d just hit, his length impossibly hard and hot even through his silken pants. He took a piece of you with each touch, his free hand shifting from your hips to slide down your spine. “You’re so wet, so eager for my cock,” he hummed, fingers digging in and eliciting a soft moan. “How much do you want my cock, little exorcist?”

Any semblance of shame was long gone by this point as you shifted back, pressing your behind into his crotch. “So much, I want it so much,” you nearly whined, fingers clutching the couch desperately. “Please fuck me, Jungkook, please—”

The demon groaned at the action, holding you tighter for a second before he was pulling back momentarily. You felt silken material shift against your thighs, caressing them like smooth liquid, before his hips returned and his length was hot and throbbing against your heat. You gasped, and he relished in the small noises that fell from your kiss-swollen lips as he ground against you.

You almost couldn’t take the wait anymore when he finally shifted and the tip of his cock rested against your entrance, your walls aching for the stretch you knew was going to come. The incubus dragged the swollen tip over your slit, gathering the slick still soaking your folds from your prolonged, all-consuming arousal. You were so worked up, so sensitive and attuned to each and every brush of his skin against yours, that you were almost moaning with each slight touch of his length against your tip, behind wriggling when he still hadn’t done what you wanted him to do. “Jungkook…”

You didn’t need to see him to know he was smiling, you could hear it curling dangerously around the words as they left his mouth, voice alarmingly close to your ear and so low your stomach was forced into flips, “I’m going to claim you now, little exorcist. Stuff you so full of my cock my cum overflows from that tight little pussy and makes a mess of you. I’m going to fuck you so hard and so good you won’t ever want another man— and you won’t ever want another demon, either.”

A thrill raced down your spine, pleasure tingling along your skin and arousal flooding your mind at the promise in his tone. God, you weren’t even ashamed of how much you wanted him right now. At the soft, breathy moan that escaped you the demon grinned, leaning down until his lips brushed your ear and you shivered. His voice was thick with need, low and laced with promise, “You like the sound of that, hm? I’m going to ruin you, sweetheart. After all this time, you’re going to be mine.”

You didn’t even have time to register the words before he was moving once more, teeth grazing the back of your neck as he leant back, and his hips shifted. The tip of his cock aligned with your entrance and you didn’t even get to breathe before he was pressing in, bulbous head already stretching you open more than you had anticipated. The burn as your walls strained to accommodate his large girth was tantalising, addictive almost as it tingled up your spine. Lewd noises spilt forth from your mouth as it dropped open, arms quivering with the strain of holding yourself up as he inched further and further in, aided by the generous amount of slick that was gushing from your core.

“F-fuck,” you barely managed to articulate the word, a gasping moan tearing from your throat as your walls fluttered and clenched around the intrusion. The demon let loose a long, drawn moan, hips twitching and long, thick cock sliding the rest of the way home in a sudden slam. You yelped, the noise melting into a loud moan, as the accompanying burn merged into pleasure, pussy throbbing with your need.

The slight quiver in the incubus’ breath was almost unnoticeable as he stilled within you momentarily, allowing you a short second to adjust. Your limbs trembled, quivering with the extent of the lust and desire currently flooding your being. You’d never felt so full, so utterly complete before. His fingers dug into the giving flesh of your hip and behind, sure to leave behind bruises you would find tomorrow. Placing a hand on the small of your back, he rolled his hips back and you moaned loudly as his cock dragged back against your walls.

You already lacked the words to properly articulate the sensations swarming within you, the utter desire and ebb of pleasure that was consuming you bit by bit, and when Jungkook snapped his hips and the entirety of his thick, swollen length slammed back into you, you almost saw stars. You very quickly lost track of how many noises were tumbling from your mouth, too busy trying to make sure your body didn’t give out beneath the weight of the punishing thrusts Jungkook was beginning to deliver into you. It was a brutal pace that he set up, and it wasn’t long before he was pounding you into the cushioning, reaching so deep with each slam into you that your breath hitched in your lungs and pleasure shot from your core.

“Oh m-my fu-uck,” you cursed, the demon growling behind you as his cock almost split you open with each hard thrust, his pelvis meeting the soft flesh of your ass. Maintaining your breath was almost impossible, as was keeping up with the punishing pace the demon had set.

Your abdomen tightened, thighs trembling and arms quivering. It felt so good it almost hurt, tears budding in your eyes and a loud cry tearing from your throat as the incubus changed the angle of his thrusts and the tip of his cock slammed into your g-spot with each snap of his hips.

“F-fuck, Jungkook, oh my g—ah!” your head was pulled back lightly as the incubus leaned forward and wound his fingers into the hair at the base of your neck, your back arching and his cock slamming even deeper into you as a result of the new angle.

“Fucking hell,” the demon cursed, fingers digging into your hip as he fucked you into the couch, each drag of his cock against your walls causing your abdomen to tighten more and pleasure to flush over your body. “You’re so tight.”

You didn’t know how much longer you were going to last, drowning in the scent, the sound, the feel of him. He was the most intoxicating of drugs, his very presence igniting desire that ran deep in your veins. You almost didn’t want it to end, but at the same time didn’t know how much more you could handle. He was too much and just enough all at once, addictive in the most dangerous of ways. He was right, you weren’t ever going to want anyone but him after this.

The grip on your hair eased, a particularly hard slam of his cock into you causing your arms to buckle and your upper body to fall forward, face burying in the couch and muffling your loud, wanton moan. The demon’s hips stuttered as your walls clenched around him, velvet heat sucking him back in greedily each time his swollen length withdrew from your pussy.

The coil in your abdomen was wound tight and you were close, so close, pussy throbbing and clit aching to be touched. As though he was exactly in tune with your body and what it wanted, what it yearned for, Jungkook’s hand slid down your back and around your side, caressing your stomach gently before the pads of his fingertips found your clit and your back was arching further. Soft cries tumbled from your lips only to be muffled by the cushion.

Close, you were so close, and as Jungkook began to work your clit you were hurdling rapidly towards the edge. His fingers rolled the bundle of nerves, slick from your juices, and he pinched it lightly between them. A sharp whine tore from your throat— god, almost—

The incubus leant down, thrusts never faltering, and allowed his sharp teeth to graze your ear before he murmured, voice low and commanding, “Come on, sweetheart, cum for me like a good little girl.”

One more slam of his cock into your sensitive, aching core and you were pushed from the precipice, a jumbled, incoherent mix of loud, keening moans and the demon’s own name tumbling from your lips as your body quaked and you came, hard. Your second orgasm was even more powerful than the last, your head swimming and stars dancing behind your eyes for a moment as waves of pleasure washed over you, mind numb. Your walls clenched, pussy tightening impossibly around him and it was more than the incubus could take. He cursed loudly, managing a few more thrusts to ride you through your high before his hips stuttered and he slammed into you one last time. A loud groan tore from deep in his chest, his grip tightening on you as he leaned down and sunk his teeth into your neck, spilling his release inside your throbbing core. The pain only added to the sensations within you, and where his hand lay over your hip, the skin tingled and burned.

His cum splashed hotly against your walls, filling you to the brim even as you thought there couldn’t possibly be more. As you started to come down from your high you barely registered the feeling of his seed leaking out around his cock and dribbling down your thighs. A soft moan escaped you, a noise that increased in volume as the demon began to return to his senses and removed his teeth from your neck, pulling his softening length from your core.

Exhaustion ebbed at your senses, one of the first things you barely managed to register as your high receded to a pleasant tingle and ache in your limbs and a fuzz in your mind. The incubus moved to grasp you, grip gentler than before as he rolled you over onto your back. You could feel your combined releases gushing forth from your entrance and dribbling all over your thighs and down your ass, but couldn’t muster the energy to feel embarrassed. Sleepily, you blinked, almost missing it as the demon disappeared from view and returned bearing a cloth. God, you were so tired all of a sudden— where had this come from?

He cleaned you up, discarding the cloth somewhere you couldn’t see when he was done. It was so hard to keep your eyes open, you struggled to focus on Jungkook as he moved you more comfortably onto the couch and then hovered above you, watching as you curled into the leather. His gaze swept over your form appraisingly, fingers brushing your neck and hip, and you couldn’t help but notice that contrary to yourself, he looked positively glowing.

“You did so well, sweetheart,” his voice was softer but no less rich or deep. Lilac hues met your own as your eyelids drooped dangerously. He held up his hand, closing it into a fist, and you watched as light beamed from between his fingers before they opened up once more. There in his palm was a jewel, roughly the size of a pebble and a deeper violet than amethyst and swirling inside with the glimmering beauty of the galaxy. Silver metal curled delicately around the edges, and in the haze clouding your thoughts you were easily entranced by its beauty. Blearily, distantly, you realised this was the symbol of binding he was giving you. He shifted, placing the jewel in your palm and curling your fingers around it.

“Sleep now, y/n,” his voice melded into the background as your eyelids began to flutter. Even as you started to succumb to the tempting lure of sleep, you didn’t miss the gleam in his eyes. In your last coherent moment, you thought that he looked just like the cat that ate the canary. Your eyes finally closed, and you were already long on your way to sleep as his final words brushed your consciousness.

“I’ll see you in your dreams, little exorcist.”

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You were wrought with nerves as you stood in line outside the lecture room where you usually had your Demonology lectures, your mind a mess of thoughts that stemmed from perhaps one too many worries. You were close to the start of the line, next to enter the room in fact, and standing against the wall as you tried to look a lot calmer than you felt. You shouldn’t be this nervous— all they wanted was the symbol of binding to prove you’d completed the assessment, and even if… you’d gotten it by somewhat questionable means, you still had it. You risked a glance down the line, eyes searching for a certain face out of habit despite the fact you knew you wouldn’t see it. Seokjin, the ass, had gotten here early and had already completed his assessment. You hadn’t spoken to him since yesterday— yesterday...

Yesterday you’d woken up on the couch, stark naked and covered only by a knitted blanket, at six in the evening. You’d sat there blearily for a while, wondering what the hell had happened and how you were missing memories of a whole day, before you eyes fell upon the runes and circles still drawn over your floor and you balked in realisation. Oh, right. How could you have forgotten? You’d accidentally summoned an incubus and let him have his way with you for some object, just so you wouldn’t fail your stupid course. Sure, you’d enjoyed it every second of it, and would probably jump at the opportunity should it arise again, but in the meantime you had the presence of mind to be a little peeved at yourself. If you ever saw that damn incubus again, you were going to give him a piece of your mind for propositioning you in your moment of weakness.

You vaguely remembered seeing him before you passed out on the couch, but he hadn’t been around when you woke. A part of you, a very small part that you were currently in the process of squashing, had twinged at that. You’d ignored it though, grasping the jewel that symbolised your success in the assessment and hopping from the couch to go shower. The demon had cleaned you up but the second you stood there was release sliding down your thigh and you shivered at the delicious ache he’d left all over your body in his wake.

You’d then proceeded to pretend to the best of your ability that the events of the day hadn’t actually happened, and that you’d actually managed to successfully complete your task as expected. It was hard, especially when the ghost of his touch lingered on your skin, his marks across your chest and neck, and the scent of him was still so thick in the air of your apartment. It was hard, but you managed to live in denial at least for the night. You’d crashed just as easily as you had earlier, and when you awoke it was to a fresher mind and two fuzzy marks blossoming over your hip and neck, where his hand and teeth had been respectively.

Not wanting to look into it for fear of what you’d find out, you’d ignored that too, gone about your morning as usual and now here you were— a bundle of nerves outside your Demonology lecture room, your professors on the other side of the door ready to asses you as soon as they were done with the girl that had gone in before you. You were nervous, despite the fact you knew you shouldn’t be— what was there to be nervous for? You had the symbol of binding, although you had no idea how since you most definitely hadn’t been coherent enough to perform the ritual, and that was all they needed to see to pass you. Still, those mental reassurances did nothing to soothe the prominent feeling in your stomach.

You didn’t have any more time to dwell on it before the door was swinging open and suddenly the girl from before was emerging, face drawn into a look of relief. That worked to soothe your nerves a bit, but the sharp call of your professors did not.

“Miss y/n? You may come in now.”

Gulping, you grasped the jewel tighter in your hand and turned on your heel, barely managing to catch the door before it shut, and entered the room. It felt much larger than usual, the only people present being your two professors and an unfamiliar third party that came in the form of a tall male with amber eyes so light they bordered on golden, who sat off slightly to the side. He was handsome, but there was something off about him that you couldn’t place. He seemed, however,  like he couldn’t possibly be less interested in whatever you were doing, let alone whatever was going on in the room, and so you let him slip from your mind. Your eyes fell upon your two professors, a nervous smile tugging your lips.

“Good afternoon,” you greeted as you grew closer, your teachers returning the sentiment. The second you came within five feet of them, the third male’s head whipped around, eyes finding you immediately and gleaming in something you couldn’t decipher, but attributed to curiosity. He stared at you intensely for a moment, eyes breaking only to flit to your neck, and you could almost see the gears whirring in his head, before realisation seemed to dawn in his gaze and the slyest of smiles began to curve his lips. He looked very much like he knew something the others didn’t, and was relishing in that fact. It made you nervous.

“Alright, miss y/n, let’s cut to the chase,” your demonology professor said, offering a small smile. You nodded as he continued. “We just need to see your item of binding, and we’ll mark you as a pass. If we have any qualms about it, we’ll see where to go from there. Does that sound good?”

When you nodded, he smiled, a little wider this time. “Excellent. Then, if you wouldn’t mind, your item, please?”

The nervousness in your abdomen peaked as you swallowed and lifted your hand, uncurling your fingers to reveal the purple jewel you’d received from the incubus yesterday. Your two professors seemed surprised, perplexed even, at the sight, but the third male seemed like he’d never been more amused in his life. Gazing into his eyes made you deeply unsettled for reasons you couldn’t explain, his devious, knowing grin making your stomach swirl, and so you returned your attention to your professors.

They remained silent for a few moments more as they stared at the object, your demonology professor taking it into his hands to inspect it further. You began to grow worried.

“I can tell it’s genuine, I can feel the energy it emanates, but…” your professor squinted at the jewel, turning it in his grasp, before his shifted his gaze to you. “I’m afraid I don’t recognise it.”

Your Charms and Rituals professor, Seulgi, nodded, expression bemused The male to the side was grinning so widely you were worried his face would hurt. “Me neither,” she said, meeting your eyes. “I’m sorry Miss y/n, but we’re going to have to ask you to summon your demon for us to clarify.”

You froze, eyes shooting wide and heart stopping in your chest. The male to the side laughed, eyes glowing gold. Fuck.

You were so fucked.

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[nam-nam-joon]

mocha

[pt. 1] | [pt. 2]

Pairing: namjoon x reader

Genre: coffeeshop!au, fluff

Wordcount: 4.9k+

Rating: sfw

Summary: a cup of hot, chocolate coffee; filled with love

"Hey _______, your favourite customers are here!" Jimin calls out from where he's leaned on the pastrycase, elbows full on the glass top and sharpie lazily twirling between his fingers.

His grin is shit eating-wide, and still you need a moment until your eyes find the door and the confusion subsides.

You roll your eyes at him but don't attempt to hide the smile that spreads on your face as a short black haired male and his taller, fiery-brunet friend slowly approach the counter. There was still time to give Jimin shit for leaving marks on the freshly cleaned galss of the case later. "Hi, how are you guys today?" Your beloved Shift Supervisor dircts his attention to the guests, effortlessly slipping into his customer service voice.

It was only last week that he saw a video you had taken of him, selling some slightly overpriced merch to an unsuspecting customer. He had recoiled from the audio with a shudder, mumbling 'He sounds so fake!' At his own words, and the other two present Barista and you had had a good laugh at his horrid expression.

"The usual?" Jimin asks now, after exchanging small talk. His handwriting is wide an loopy as he places the to go cups on the counter, fingers twitching as he punches the order into his screen. He nods softly without looking away from the computer as a sign you can go ahead and start prepping. You lean back and squint your eyes at the cups that stand a little too angled to read without problem; It's not really necessary since you have a pretty good idea of what 'the usual' is, but you're not going to take the risk and end up getting teased for weeks on end again. There is the possibility of taking the two steps over to where the cups are standing at the moment, but really, it's way easier to start queuing the shots of espresso and steam the milk beforehand and save some seconds during the drink routine this way. After a moment Yoongi's voice comes from your front-right: "Venti Americano, six shots, and same size Mocha for him."

The smile from before widens into a grin as you forget about the cups for the moment and blink over the Mastrena to the two guys in fashionable sweatpants. "Alright then. Rough day?" Normally it's the taller male leading the conversation, with Yoongi staring at his phone or just not participating much. Today the roles seem reversed, and your eyebrows drop a small bit in worry at the sulking expression that graces the usually so friendly, dimpled face of your regular. "Namjoon my man, who stole your smile? And your dimples? Do I have to give up my apron and go bargaining for you to get them back?" Namjoon, the lower half of his face still wrapped in his jacket's collar, only huffs. "He's moping because he pulled a muscle and has to skip practice for the week, Doctor's orders."Despite the teasing tone you can see the empathy in Yoongi's eyes as he regards his friend and team mate, and it softly tugs at your heart. "Extra cream again?" After handing Yoongi his caffeine-boost and he saunters over to the condiment stand, it's just Namjoon and you at the counter. "Yes please." He finally shimmies out of his hiding spot against the still awfully chill temperatures outside and general human interaction, and a worn out smile appears on his lips. "Yoongi forgot to mention I tripped and also sprained my wrist, and that they basically kicked me out of the studio for the time being." "Oh shit." It slips out before you can hold it back, and you bite your lower lip. "Is it, like, bad? Like really?" "I hope it won't be." The brunet takes the lid you offer him after taking a sip of his beverage. "Kids-hot."

He smiles down on the slightly disturbed crown of whipped cream, with a bit of it stuck to his cupid's bow. "That's how you like it, right?" You lean against the counter, watching him put the lid on. "Oh, careful!" The cup shakes dangerously as he applies too much pressure on the rim but you reach out, grab the cup and prevent a chocolate disaster. "Here, lemme just..." The lid clicks into place and Namjoon sighs in relief. "Thank you. It's been- a day." You give him a warm smile, catching his eyes when he looks up from his hands. "No problem. Hope you'll feel better soon. And best of luck for your muscles and wrists! See you next week? Even though might not have practice." The first proper, dimpled smile lights up Namjoon's face, and he nods; warming his hands on the paper cup. Seeing it gently sweeps the worry in your chest away and your face lights up in response. "Thank you." He says, voice soft as he blinks up from under his lashes. Your smile widens into a grin. "That's better. Have a good one, guys!" Yoongi, having waited by the door, waves a good-bye and promptly says something to his companion as soon as the glass door shuts behind them. Namjoon stares at him in shock and you quietly chuckle.

"They're cute, aren't they." Jimin materializes next to you, as if he sensed they were gone. "Yes." You say, carfully bathing in the small fluttering feeling in your stomach. It's quiet for a moment, until you turn your head and find him looking at you with an amused glint in his eyes. "What." He shakes his head, still smiling down at you. "Stop looking at me like that!" You throw a counter cloth at him,but he deflects it and simply wraps his arms around your shoulders to place his chin on your head. "Ah, I love you, do you know that." Melting into the hug is easy, and briefly you hold on to each other. "Yes. And I love you too." It's a quiet comment but you know he heard youafter he tightens the hug and then lets you go.

"Alright I'm back! What did I miss, you guys? Why are we hugging?" Hoseok wipes his hands on his apron after he finish tying it around his back, and his eyes travel expectedly from Jimin to you. "Not much." You shake your head, reaching under your own apron to undo it, seeing how it's your turn for break-time now. "You missed Mr. Venti Six Shot Americano and Mr. Venti Mocha, extra cream, and the radiant light they shine on us each time they grace us with their visits." Already at the other corner of the bar, you turn around to glare at Jimin. "You always forget Namjoon likes his drinks kids-temperature. You never write it on his cup, if one of the newbies makes his drink he'll burn himself!" "Ah, that." Jimin dismisses your half-annoyed comment and Hoseok's wide eyes of shock with a gesture, and you roll your eyes. "Just because you have a squish on him doesn't mean he deserves special treatment! I deserve your love and affection, too! We all do!" He pauses. "Have a nice break, _______!" "Whatever." You grin and hang your apron next to one of the big fridges before vanishingin the direction of the office computer to punch out. - A few days later Yoongi comes by, alone, as you are on till. "Heya." You greet him, reaching for a Venti to go cup already. "Your usual?" A rare smile plays around his lips. "Iced, please. And with Vanilla Syrup, also six pumps." You lift an eyebrow but click the buttons anyways. "And they call me cold... got a reward?" He nods and waits for the app on his phone to load. "Stars?"

"Birthday." He corrects you, without looking up from the display. "What!" You stare at him until he dares to glance up. "Hey I didn't even know that. Happy Birthday, Yoongi!" He rubs his neck and looks away, soft embarassement on his face. "Yeah, well. No big deal." You retrieve the cup from where you placed it on the counter already, receiving a pained look from the Barista on bar. The felt tip scribbles four comments on varying heights on the side of the cup, underneath his name just below the rim. The first one reads "Secret message on cup!" A bit further below it says "Not there quite yet..." The third one says "You almost made it!!" And the final one reads "HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!" With a little present drawn next to it.

Since his drink is iced today the writing will be invisible with the dark liquid behind it and only start to show once he drinks it, adding suspense throughout the revelation of the texts. During your imprompto cup individualising session he scans his app and you nod him on as the computer receives the transaction. - Two days later Yoongi's back again, this time with Namjoon. He is in his after-training sweatpants, while Namjoon is dressed in his winter coat ans skinny jeans that cuff at the bottom, just above his bright red trainers that scream "new" and "pricy". His mood seems to have improvd since the last time he's been here; sadly your own has declined tremendously. It's not really your fault, really, but the store at the mall near where you live desperately needed another Barista for the weekend peaks, and you know how crap peaks without the proper people-power are, so you had junped in, despite the feeling you might regret it. An 8-day-workweek just has its toll, and even though you love your job, it's starting to grate on your nerves. Counting the minutes until you're done is a habit you only fall back into when you can't bring your mind to focus on other tasks, like being happy and smiley and friendly for the customers, clean the store or rearrange merch, but a slightly sleep-deprived brain is difficult to motivate.

Namjoon's cheerful "Hi, _______!" Catches you off-guardand you almost drop your sharpie. Embarassed to be caught zoning out on the clock you shake you head before you customary smile appears on your face. "Hey hey Namjoon. What's up, Yoongi? The-" You hold up a finger at the two males before they can answer the unfinished question and angle your body away from them to not yawn into their faces. "Ah, sheesh, I'm so sorry. Where was I?" "We'll take the usual, thank you." The brunet answers for Yoongi once more after the shorter one glares at him and wordlessly moves on towards the end of the bar. "Cool, cool." You put the order into the system and then reach for the cups. "How's your week been?" It takes a moment before you realize he is trying to make conversation, and you hurry to apologize for your delayed reaction. "Hm? Oh, oh yeah, good good. Bit stressy. How about yours? -Sorry." You apologize again after another yawn forces you to break the already staggering chat. "Boring. Lots of theory practice, but nothing good. The Doctor says I'm supposed to rest until the next month. Yoongie is complaining about how he'll murder our students without me hanging around to act as a buffer." There's a humour in his voice, and you shoot a fond look towards the raven haired guy that's leaned next to hand-off, making one of the new trainees on bar nervous with his presence. "He says thank you for the message on his cup, by the way. I saw it in his car, that was really nice of you." You shrug, but the first real smile of the afternoon spreads on your lips. "What can I say, it's my job." Namjoon leans back and seems to relax a bit once you wink at him after finishing the transaction. His dimples show, but before he can go join his friend you look up at him with remorse on your face. "I'm sorry for being so... unorganized today. It's my eight day today, and honestly-" You pause and make sure to lower your voice. "-I just want to go home and sleep for ten hours straight." Namjoon's eyes are full of empathy as he nods. "When's your next day off?" "Oh, tomorrow." You run a hand over your face. "I'm highkey hoping I'll make it through my shift without anyone making a mess and finish early or something. Will you pray for me, Joonie?"

He laughs at your exasperated expression that is only ever so slightly faked, and seeing his face break out into a bright, full grin imroves your day. "I will." He holds up his crossed fingers for you to see as the next people force him from his spot,  but manages to wish you a good rest of your shift. He catches your gaze again as he holds the door open for his friend, and the smile returns to his face as you lift a hand in good-bye. -

The next two weeks are a whirlwind of misplanned schedules and messy shifts, and you find yourself in your third week without serving Yoongi nor Namjoon when Jimin calls over the sounds of an evening peak for you to get your break.

"Are you sure?" You ask as you pass him at till, and he nods reassuringly. "It'll calm down soon, I'm sure. We really need to start with breaks now or it'll get too late." You've known him long enough to hear the slight distress that underlines his words, and touch your hand to his shoulder. He just nods quickly, a sign that he really is okay with you taking your break, and you leave the front of house.

The air outside the shop is warm, an early greeting of the nearing summer. The sun still hasn't vanished behind the surrounding buildings of the city, and so you take your reheated lunch/dinner out from the microwave in the break room and out on the patio, sighing in bliss as you stretch your legs after several hours of just standing.

"Hi." Comes a shy voice from your left, about halfway through your break.

The last sunlight blinds you as you try to make out who decided to stop by your table.

[hellomissmabel]

Nostalgic in New York part 1

MASTERLIST

AO3 account

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: Mentions of cancer, dementia and death.

Word count: 1.341

Summary: On Christmas Eve Steve’s son Joey convinces him to share his story on a radio show. While driving to Bucky’s home, Y/N listens to Steve’s story and it awakens something inside of her. Is she sure about her relationship with Bucky? Or is there something missing?

A/N: Inspired by “Sleepless in Seattle” and written for @sgtbxckybxrnes

Series masterlist can be found here

It’s a long, long drive from your parents’ house to Bucky’s, the highway almost deserted except for some stray cars taking a different exit, probably also on their way to their own Christmas party. You keep your eyes on the road as your lips sing one Christmas carol after the other, until your favourite radio programme is interrupt by static and now you’re forced to switch stations. After going back and forth between either a documentary on Santa Claus or a radio show hosted by some well-known psychologist, you eventually opt for the latter.

The point of her show is the following, she invites people to call her and tell them what troubles them. This can be anything, from a cold turkey to complaining in-laws. The first caller is a young woman from Maine dating a married man who asks the psychologist for love advice. She dubs her the Mistress in Maine. The second caller is a man from Denver who just got kicked out by his girlfriend on Christmas Eve. The psychologist names him the Dumped in Denver.

However, it’s the third caller that really captures your attention. It’s a little boy named Joey from New York. The woman asks him why he called her programme, to which he replies he’s calling regarding his Christmas wish. He wants his father to find love again, he wishes a wife for his father and a mother for himself. Joey hopes that his father will smile again and she asks him if he can put his father on the phone and the boy immediately chimes yes.

“Dad!,” Joey scream from the other end of the living room, holding his father’s cell phone to his ear. “Someone’s asking for you!”

“Alright, buddy,” the blond chuckles as he waves his son over, Joey nestling himself on the couch next to his father, giving the phone to his father. “Hello, this is Steve Rogers speaking.”

The lady then proceeds to inform Steve about his son’s Christmas wish, and Steve sighs heavily as he looks down at his son with a stern gaze. “He’s told you all that, hm?,” Steve replies dryly, Joey looking up at him with red cheeks and a little grin.

“Do you mind sharing with us your story, Steve?”

The blond ruffles through his son’s dark brown hair. “Well, it seems Joey’s already told you most of it…” Hugging his son closer so he can’t wiggle away, Steve continues to tell the psychologist whatever he feels comfortable sharing.

“So my wife died a little over a year and a half ago. Her name was Peggy. She, euhm…,” Steve swallows the lump in his throat. “I’m an architect and she was one of my clients. That’s why I wasn’t really eager to ask her out. But boy, am I glad I did because as soon as I saw her in that red dress…” Steve whistles and it makes both himself, Joey and the woman on the other end of the line laugh.

By now, the entire country has fallen in love with Steve Rogers and you find yourself swooning softly to the kind timbre in his voice. The way he speaks, so full of love, about his late wife. It all makes your heart beat so much faster until it makes you feel so guilty once Bucky crosses your mind again. Sweet, sweet Bucky. What’s happening to you?

But the mood soon changes as Steve reminiscence further, nostalgia seeping through his bones. “Joey, Peggy and I had a good life back in Seattle. She had brain cancer which caused early dementia. In less than six months she deteriorated badly and eventually died. I got a job offer in New York two months after I buried her and I thought that a new environment would do us some good, so I accepted. The job’s almost over and we’ll be flying back to Seattle the day after Valentine’s day.”

“What’s this?,” your best friend Wanda queries as she holds up the crumpled piece of paper you threw away in the trash about an hour before she got here.

You shrug half-heartedly, trying to pry the letter away from her curious fingers. “Nothing. Just a letter that got delivered earlier.”

“Oh really?,” Wanda sees straight through your lies, folding open the letter again and reading the first words out loud.

“Dear mister Rogers…” She kinks a suspicious eyebrow at you. “I’m writing you this letter regarding your radio interview on Christmas Eve.”

Fighting to get the piece of paper away from Wanda and back into the safety of the deepest, darkest chambers of your mind and soul, you run after her as she parades around the house, reading still and much to your embarrassment.

“So you do listen to those stupid radio programmes? What’s this one’s nickname, hm?”

“Nostalgic in New York,” is your quick reply. “Come on, Wanda, don’t…,” you whine in response, halting your chase and leaning against the couch, head hung low. “It’s just a stupid letter. I wasn’t going to post it anyway.”

“Y/N…,” Wanda sighs softly as she joins your side, pocketing the letter and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “It’s such a beautiful letter, why not send it?”

Your lack of reply rings an alarm in Wanda’s head. “Oh sweetie… Is this about Bucky?”

“He.. euhm…” With your pause hanging heavily in the air, you fidget with your fingers. “He proposed.”

“What?,” she squeaks out, looking at you with ardent eyes, burning questions on the tip of her tongue. “I thought you weren’t that serious?”

“Bucky and I have known each other for 9 years!,” you defend yourself, wild eyes filled with doubt as your mind mulls over Wanda’s words.

“Yeah, but you’re forgetting there’s a 4 year gap in the middle from when you moved to Chicago!,” Wanda utters faster than you can think of a good comeback. “You dated for 5 years and then you broke up because you wanted different things in life. You took that job in Chicago so you didn’t have to deal with Bucky anymore.”

You chuckle sourly, no soul left in your voice. “When we first met, we told everybody we met through Tinder while we really met through friends. Bucky is funny and spontaneous and so sweet.”

The memory stings like a thorn, especially since you’ve tried to make it work again so hard, poured your heart and soul into a second chance for your relationship… You just don’t want that all to go to waste.

“Bucky and I first saw each other again at that coffee place I took you last week. It had only just opened and the barista messed up our orders. I asked for a white mocha latte with extra whip cream and caramel on top. Bucky asked for a white mocha latte with extra whip cream and chocolate on top. Like, it’s such a coincidence that somebody has the same order as me because it’s so specific! And for that person to be Bucky… Even after 4 years… It just felt like destiny.”

“Y/N, sweetheart,…” Wanda sighs softly as she notices tears are welling up in your eyes.

“I fall in love with a voice over the radio, a guy I’ve never met. But I can’t say ‘I love you’ to my fiancé without having to think it over. I’m a horrible person…”

Wanda squeezes your shoulder, embracing you in a warm hug. “Talk to Bucky, Y/N, I’m sure he’ll understand. After all, you broke up because you wanted different things in life… You wanted to wait with kids and focus on your career as a columnist while Bucky wanted a family as soon as possible…”

“Okay,” you nod with a feebly voice, “I’ll talk to him.”

“Your letter,” Wanda continues softly, “You still wanna meet this guy, don’t you? So how about I post it for you?”

“Thanks, Wanda,” you smile gratefully, wiping away the silent tears with your sleeve. Her kind eyes are too good for this world. “I just hope he writes back…”

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[surfingthesealand]

Vancouver & Victoria’s Christmas Date: Chapter 3

Vancouver and Victoria stepped inside a warm and comfy log cabin out of the biting winter cold, doubling up as a hot dog shack. They made their space in a corner decked with plump ruby red-leather sofas and armchairs, and embellished with fluffy down cushions of various shades of red from dark to light.

“Hot dog, Van?” Victoria asked her peckish boyfriend.

“Yeah.” Vancouver nodded, breathing hot air into the palms of his gloves.

Victoria approached the queue, but quickly turned back to him. “What sauce do you want?”

“Tomato.”

“Alright, two hot dogs coming up.”

Vancouver stuffed a cushion under the seat of his insulated trousers and behind his back for extra comfort. He slipped off his gloves, fetched his phone from his jean pocket and began tapping away at the screen, checking up on his social profiles.

“Could I have two hot dogs, please? And put tomato sauce on my boyfriend’s. He’s over there.”

“Right on.”

The cook squirted a thin, wavy bright red squiggle of ketchup onto Vancouver’s hot dog. Victoria shovelled the dogs off the counter in the cups of her gloves and lay them down on the table.

“My favourite.” Vancouver stowed his phone away and hastily snapped up his saucy dog. “But it needs a bit more ketchup.”

He grabbed the bottle of ketchup from the centre of the table, squeezing it just a little too much. A jet of ketchup splattered against the front of his shirt, and he gasped with shock.

“Oops.” Vancouver flushed almost the same shade of scarlet as the ketchup on his shirt. Victoria tut-tutted and handed him a tissue.

“Eh, it’s red. It won’t show up on my shirt, honest.” Vancouver grinned awkwardly, scrubbing the stray ketchup off.

“Vancouver, don’t rush things so much,” Victoria admonished him, then she smiled. “Alright, time to get eating.”

Vancouver carefully shot some more ketchup out onto his dog, and blissfully chomped down one tomato-flavoured and meaty bite at a time. Victoria kept it simple, eating her dog fresh and ungarnished from the fryer. Vancouver reached down to his lap and swept off some wandering breadcrumbs with the side of his glove.

“Vancouver, are you itching down there?” Victoria looked a little suspicious at her boyfriend.

“No.” Vancouver innocently tilted his head aside, blinking in a gaze.

“Vancouver…” Victoria turned to the other diners. “He’s crazy, my boyfriend is. You wouldn’t understand unless you get to know him.” She gave them a little wink.

Vancouver gobbled up the last morsel of dog, wiping the ketchup around his mouth with the dab of his tissue.

“Let’s go get a hot drink to warm our mouths and hearts,” Victoria suggested as she picked up the empty holders and tidied them away in the bin.

“Always love cocoa on a cold winter’s day – or night.” Vancouver noticed the aquamarine sky rippled with cloudy streaks of amethyst, cinnabar and amber, despite it being only one in the afternoon.

“I’d like marshmallows and whipped cream in mine.”

Vancouver cupped his deluxe hot cocoa in his gloves, the heat radiating through the wool insulating his hands. The barista sprinkled in some mini pink and white marshmallows, finishing off with a spray of whipped cream on top. Victoria took a small sip of her vanilla cocoa, linking her arm around her boyfriend’s as they strolled towards the market.

“Ooh, better lap up the cream quick, or it’s gonna melt.” Vancouver rather noisily licked the mountain of cream off the top of his cocoa, getting some of it on the tip of his nose and around the corners of his mouth.

“Vancouver, Vancouver, Vancouver.” Victoria had kept a spare tissue from the hot dog shack for times like this. She dabbed at Vancouver’s face to wipe the dashes of cream off. “This is a date, remember?”

“Well, it’s not really a formal date, is it? We’re just out here to enjoy the festivities.”

Vancouver sniffed out something roasted, meaty and gamey in the frosty air, distracting him. “Speaking of which…”

“Turkey tonight,” Victoria smiled.

She and Vancouver both sipped on their cups of cocoa, making the first step into the market. Ruby and emerald baubles decked every one of the many stalls, with aromatic wreaths of holly, rosemary and cinnamon gracing the roofs. The holiday scents of turkey, mulled wine, Christmas pudding, orange with cloves and mince pies all blended together into one conglomerated perfume of the festive season.

“Hello Victoria!” Kitchener’s delightful voice came from the turkey stall.

“Oh, hello Kitchener.” Vancouver stirred around, his cocoa almost spilling over the brim.

“These turkeys are freshly roasted, so it’ll save on all that hard work in the kitchen – and you’ll get to spend more of Christmas with your loved ones.”

Kitchener slipped on his heatproof gloves and slid a tanned turkey out of the oven, sprinkling some sprigs of rosemary over it. Vancouver came closer, the rosemary fragrance flowing over his scalp and relaxing him. He took a deep sniff.

“Man, I love herbs… Especially rosemary and mint.”

“Oh, the stuffing’s got a hint of mint in it, actually. Gives it a bit of flavour.”

Kitchener rolled some fresh mint leaves into some balls of onion and sage stuffing. He caught a slight whiff of tomato from Vancouver.

“But I didn’t add any tomatoes.”

Victoria also approached the counter. “My silly boyfriend splattered himself with ketchup. He cleaned it off, but now he’s going to smell of tomato for as long as he’s wearing that shirt,” she giggled.

“I told you, it’s red, so it doesn’t show up.” Vancouver tugged down the front of his shirt slightly in front of Kitchener, patting the back of his head sheepishly.

“Well, get yourself a freshly-roasted, lovely juicy turkey for tonight, and a stain on your Christmas sweater will be the only thing you’ll have to worry about,” encouraged Kitchener.

Victoria picked up the turkey which was bronzed the deepest shade of tan. “What will you take for this one?”

“Ten dollars. Great deal, isn’t it?”

Victoria handed him a note, and he ripped off a sheet of tinfoil just wide enough to wrap around the whole turkey. It felt pleasantly toasty in Victoria’s cupped hands, and she stuffed it into a weaved seagrass basket. Vancouver placed his cold face close to the turkey to warm his cheeks.

“Not too close, Van, you’ll burn your face.”

“Let him, he’s your boyfriend after all,” laughed Kitchener. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you too,” said Victoria, and she and Vancouver set off deeper into the market. They skimmed each one of the stalls, testing out the festive wares and eats with their gloved fingers. Vancouver stopped by a stall selling homemade mince pies by the masses, sniffing out the buttery shortbread pastry and orange-infused mincemeat mixture.

“Don’t get a whole dozen, Vancouver. There’s only two of us.”

“But we gotta keep some for Santa too, right?” Vancouver picked up a mince pie, trying to resist munching it down.

“And his reindeer.”

Victoria gave in to Vancouver’s insistence, buying a whole box of mince pies. He tried to tear the flaps open to pilfer one, but Victoria gave him a light slap on the hand, shaking her head jadedly.

A scent even stronger than the fruity mincemeat tickled Vancouver’s nose. He could catch faint notes of pine, cinnamon and apple, those classic Christmas fragrances. He jerked slightly onto Victoria’s scarf trail, dazed by the aroma.

“Vancouver…?”

Victoria felt herself being hauled along with her boyfriend.

“Don’t pull so hard, my scarf’s going to loosen itself.”

Vancouver slunk by the candle stall, his eyes gazing upon the stacks of candles in holly green, berry red and snowy white. The scents strengthened inside his nose, letting go of Victoria’s scarf as he inhaled a deep sniff.

“Candles? How romantic.”

Victoria picked up a few samples of each of the varieties of candle, glancing at the labels. Vancouver studied the candles more closely, sniffing each one. From the green, he picked up on the earthy yet lush hints of a fresh Christmas tree. The red emanated a delicious perfume of apple and cinnamon, while the white imparted a silky vanilla tone.

“Ooh, sniff these,” he told Victoria, and she also sniffed each of the candles.

“Don’t mind a couple to light up our Christmas dinner.”

Vancouver selected one out of both the apple and vanilla candles, which Victoria promptly purchased.

“This’ll be enough for today, okay? We’ve got everything else back home.”

He glimpsed up to the sky, which was now dimming to dark sapphire marbled with jasper. “We’ve got a little more time to enjoy the fairground rides before the early sunset.”

Vancouver and Victoria were secured into their seats on the spinning chairs. Vancouver, with his head down, rattled the chain and brushed his feet back and forth against the ground, as if in apprehension over how high they would be towed up.

“Vancouver, it’ll only go up a few inches. No need to worry about heights this time,” Victoria assured him.

“But I’ve just eaten, and I might get dizzy again.” Vancouver felt a little sweaty despite the December cold.

“Remember what I told you – don’t focus on the motion of the ride.”

A small metallic clunk and whirr sent the chairs onto their cycle of spins. Vancouver grasped onto the chains.

“Vancouver, your arm’s on my head!”

“Sorry, I just need to hold on to something.”

“Well, hold onto your chain and not mine.”

Victoria gently coaxed Vancouver’s hand off. With each revolution, the chairs lifted themselves slightly off the ground until everybody’s feet were airborne enough to wave around freely. Vancouver’s stomach dipped, and he could still taste the ketchup-flavoured pork sausage from his hot dog inside.

“I can feel my lunch coming up.”

“Close your eyes, Vancouver.”

Vancouver slowly closed his eyes and tried hard to hone his focus onto the blackness instead of the whirling of the chairs. He inhaled short but deep breaths to calm his racing heart, inclining his head up to the sky.

“Good boy.”

Vancouver’s mindfulness seemed to be doing the trick. His stomach eased, and the warm sweat on his bared flesh dried up. He blinked his eyes open for a short moment to see that they weren’t really that high above the ground, just a few centimetres above it.

“I think I feel better now,” Vancouver smiled to his girlfriend.

“See, it works when you stay calm,” Victoria smiled too.

“That went by quickly,” remarked Vancouver.

“You had your eyes closed pretty much the entire time,” giggled Victoria. “So I guess you’re a bit more confident with riding high now.”

“Emphasis on ‘a bit’…” Vancouver chuckled rather tensely. He glanced towards the sky, now midnight blue with an aura of azure. “I think we can do a couple more rides before it gets completely dark.”

“The city looks a whole lot more spectacular at night, doesn’t it?” Victoria commented on the thousands of emerald, amber and ruby lights of the blackened skyline while she and Vancouver waited their turn for the helter-skelter.

“Guess so.” Vancouver’s heart was tickling a little due to the height.

The attendant beckoned Victoria on, and she sat at the peak on top of a bristly mat. Vancouver stared down the length of the slide as his girlfriend rode downwards, spiralling around the centre pillar and cheering the whole way.

“I’m coming, Vic!” he called after her, swiping a mat and pushing himself down. He slid so fast that he bumped into her while she was still at the end.

“Vancouver, you should’ve waited your turn so I could get out of the way on time!” she reprimanded him.

“Well, sorry, I was thinking too fast…” Vancouver palmed the back of his head apologetically.

“Oh, you foolish boy. Let’s go down the slide again, and this time you wait.”

The couple retrieved both of their mats and re-ascended the steps, where they were quicker for their second descent. Victoria sat back down on the summit, holding a stretched-out palm to Vancouver to stop him rushing, and promptly glided down the helter-skelter without a hitch. Vancouver waited a moment for her to move out of the way, and he pushed himself again. Halfway down the slide, he came to a sudden stop.

“Oh, uh… I seem to have hit a sticky spot…” he giggled nervously, tossing back to the bemused riders back at the top. “Eh, don’t worry, I’ll just get myself going again.”

Vancouver budged himself from side to side to get himself unstuck, but he misjudged a tiny manoeuvre and ended up slipping down the slide headfirst, clutching onto tiny straws off his mat and hollering out. Victoria flipped around and gasped in shock as he shuttled down the rest of the slide and landed facedown in the crisp crystalline snow, shovelling it aside.

“Vancouver! Look at you, you’ve got snow on your scalp!” she exclaimed, lugging him up off the snow and dusting him off with the palm of her glove.

“Well, at least it’s not dandruff,” Vancouver tittered, shaking his whole body vigorously to get rid of the snow Victoria hadn’t brushed off.

Victoria mollified herself. “So since you were so calm on the spinning chairs, and the city’s much more beautiful at night, shall we ride the Ferris wheel again?”

Vancouver’s dark hazel irises dilated, but he remembered his relaxing technique. “Alright.”

Vancouver and Victoria clambered back into the carriage on the Ferris wheel they rode in the last time.

“So just keep calm this time and you’ll be okay,” Victoria reassured Vancouver. “And you’ll also get to see all the lights of the city.”

Vancouver restarted his sequence of inhaling and exhaling deep breaths while Victoria held tightly on to his hand. The wheel once again ground itself into action, and Vancouver’s breathing deepened. Even while trying to relax himself, his legs trembled on their own instinct.

“Keep still, Van.”

Vancouver fought against the tremors in his legs as he continued breathing in and out.

“Come on, look at the lights.”

The carriage swung across the peak, and Vancouver managed to keep his eyes open just in time to see the amazing display of rainbow lights amongst the midnight-blue winter sky and the white sprinkles of snowflakes.

“Isn’t it magical?” Victoria’s eyes widened in admiration at the scene.

Vancouver’s heart leapt, not out of anxiety, but out of awe. “It sure is.”

“Home now, Van? I don’t want this turkey to get cold.”

“Yeah. It’s cold, anyway. Our house is warm.”

Vancouver and Victoria, hand in hand, made their way out of the fair, being careful to not get swallowed up by the crowd. They returned to the spot where they’d arrived that morning, but switched to the opposite side so as to go home. As before, they huddled up to each other for extra body warmth. Vancouver tucked his head into Victoria’s chest to prevent another mildly embarrassing episode of snowflakes on his scalp being mistaken for dandruff.

The bus came quicker this time around, as if the driver was concerned about all the people waiting out in the bitter chill. Vancouver and Victoria were first on board, taking up a couple of seats at the very back for maximum heat and comfort.

Feeling a little heavy-eyed, Vancouver rested his head upon Victoria’s shoulder, his eyelids slowly shuttering. He slept deeply for the entire journey home, hazy apparitions of rainbow Christmas lights dancing in the darkness behind his closed eyes.

[kaitymccoy123]

Lost Days (p.t. 1)

Intro: Alrighty-o so here is the first part of Lost Days!  It took me so freaking long to get this ready to go but this is it y’all.  Ok once again this is for the lovely @missmle712 (I tagged you right this time) who gave me the amazing request. 

Pairing: Kirk x reader

Word Count: 1860

Summary: So in this one we are just getting to know the reader and kind of her background.  We are also getting to the first time she meets Jim. The end part in italics is Jim’s thoughts. 

-Enjoy!-

You were finally free.  You zoomed through the sky, your spirits high and a smile on your face as the ground disappeared below you and you sped into to the atmosphere, soon to be enveloped in the looming blackness of space.  

Stars streamed past as you flew by, and you settled into your seat, relaxing as you journeyed through the universe.  Pressing your forehead against the cool glass of the interior window of the shuttle you thought of how much convincing it took to get your village leader to let you go on a supply run on your own.  It had been debated heavily but you convinced them of your readiness, and they had finally agreed.  Headed to the planet of Yorktown, you were to retrieve some medications that your planet needed, and return promptly.    

After a few hours of endless obsidian spotted with specs of bright stars and glimpses of foreign planets that you couldn't help want to explore, the glass snow-globe of a planet appeared in front of you.  You pressed your hands to your bouncing knees to try to settle them, but you couldn't quiet the excitement that burned inside of you.  

You loved your planet, and the small colony you lived in, and you worked under the medic for three years, taking care of the inhabitants, helping them thrive. The planet was covered in stone-scapes and sand and intolerable heat, and you were ready to have solid cement streets under your feet and grass, real grass!     

As you approached the docking port, a com came through on your system. They asked for your information and you gave what you had gotten from your planet, and you were soon granted access.  

When you finally landed you almost leaped from the shuttle and smiled at the fresh, non-sandy air and soft breeze, it felt so damn good on your skin. You handed your papers to the attendant and went on your way.  You were to spend 2 nights in Yorktown, as the medication was not to be ready until tomorrow, and even though it was not a far distance from your planet, they allowed you to stay out the extra night.  

The crowds of people on the streets quickly swallowed you up but you didn't mind.  You practically skipped along, taking in all the different alien species, and even seeing humans among them, such as yourself.  You smiled at everyone, and though they didn't always smile back you were just happy to see faces other than the aliens that came from your planet.  You saw small children running around the streets, being followed closely by their concerned mothers, you saw couples holding hands and people embracing in greeting, it was wonderful.  

You found your hotel with a little help from a passing security guard and checked in, throwing your overnight bags onto the ground and flopping onto the bed.  Rolling over you stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the far end of the room, looking out to the bright and shining city, the feeling of hope and promise washing over you.  

You put on some clean clothes, ran a brush through your hair, and head out to explore the city.  You spent the day exploring, going to museums, walking around the small artificially created lakes and pools, and you even browsed in the little shops that each street seemed to be lined with, though you weren't given any spending money.  

In the late afternoon you found yourself in a small coffee shop that you thought looked so cute from the outside.  You ordered a hot chocolate and the barista topped it with whipped cream and little red sprinkle hearts.  You sat on a small table by the window and gazed at the people walking past.  

So many people.  On your planet, there were only 57 people in the colony you lived in, and everyone knew everyone. The endless swarms of unfamiliar and strange people was very exciting and nerve-wracking to think about, how easily you get lost in the crowd, how nameless and faceless you were. 

The bell on the door sounded, bringing you out of your trance and watched as a few people went out, chatting loudly, and a couple walked in.  They were both human, the woman walking in front of the man who held the door open for her.  She was wearing a business jacket and a pencil skirt that accentuated her perfect hourglass figure, and had her dark brown, almost red hair pulled back in a tight pony-tail which made her look very stern and intimidating.   But it was the man who caught your attention.  He had dirty blonde hair that swooped up over his forehead and an endearing smile as he looked at the stern woman, the love behind his gaze making your heart warm.  He moved his hand and brushed her ponytail over her shoulder, speaking to her softly, and she gave him a small smile, which was what he was looking for.  

And as he reveled in his small victory his eyes flitted over his lover's shoulder and found your watchful gaze.  You met his blue eyes for a second, but quickly looked away before he could notice your stares, trying to hide the fact that you had just witnessed an intimate moment. You felt a touch embarrassed, but there was something else in your veins.  A tinge of warmth, a zing of soft electricity.  A feeling you couldn't quite place.  

You looked back to the couple tentatively, and found the man's eyes on you still, his crystal blue eyes pouring into yours as he waited for their drinks.  You meant to look away but found yourself locked to his gaze, his face a myriad of emotions, a million different ones all at the same time and it took you aback. Finally he was forced to look away as the barista handed him their drinks, and the couple moved to a table across the small cafe.  

You couldn't help but look over to them, the woman was talking to the man now, telling him a story and you almost jumped when his eyes met yours again.  You looked away, staring into your almost-finished drink and you couldn't help but feel guilty as his attention was still focused on you. 

Blushing furiously, you tried to keep people-watching out the window, but his incessant gaze was beginning to make you nervous, your hands beginning to shake around your mug.  You quickly finished off your drink and stood, collecting your small bag, and headed towards the door. 

You reached the door at the same time as another figure who lunged forward and swung the door open for you.  When you looked up to thank them your heart dropped into your stomach.  It was the blue eyed man again, this time only a foot away, the details of his face coming into focus.  Smooth, shaven skin, a strong jawline, full lips that were pressed into a straight line, and those eyes.  They were even more stunning up close, more of an azure than a blue. 

You gulped and shook yourself out of your trance, "Thank you." You breathed. 

"No problem." The man said, not smiling at you, still studying you the way he did from across the cafe.  

You skirted through the open door and out onto the busy streets, quickly getting swept up by the crowds, only throwing a glance back once you were a few stores down.  You searched for his blonde hair, his brown leather jacket, those blue eyes, but to no avail.  

You couldn’t find them.

Jim

When I saw you in that cafe, my heart stopped.  Time stopped.  It couldn't be. And then your eyes met mine and my world did a 180 degree flip.  It turned upside down.  

You looked away quickly, as if embarrassed to catch my gaze but I couldn't help staring at you.  I was awoken from my trance with Eve's hand on my arm and the barista handing us our drinks and we sat at a table at the other end of the cafe.  Eve dove into a story about her day at work and I only felt a little guilty as my eyes roamed to you again.  This time your eyes were already on me when I glanced over. 

 A million volts of electricity skimmed down my spine.  It couldn't be you.  Eve's hand on my arm brought me back to reality and I broke our stare, looking over to my girlfriend, her mouth forming the words, "are you alright, Jim?" I gave her a million dollar smile and assured her I was, and prompted her to continue her story.  I watched you for a few more moments before you began to pack up your things to leave.  

My heart pounded in my chest at the thought of you leaving and before I knew what I was doing I was reaching for the door, holding it open for you. I caught a whiff of your scent and a flash of doubt went through my mind.  You smelled like sand and sun and heat.  That wasn't right.  You always smelled of vanilla and salt and your favourite hand cream.  How could this be you?  There was no way.  

My heart began to sink in my chest until you looked up at me.  There was no mistaking it.  It was you.  Your hair was cut a little different and your skin was a little more tan, but it was you.  I noticed a small scar on the top of your cheek that had not been there before and I had to restrain myself from reaching up and wiping it away, like it was a smudge of dirt. You thanked me and I somehow got a "no problem" passed my lips and then you were gone.  My heart was walking away from me again.

I watched you weave into the crowd for a moment before Eve caught up with me, our drinks now in to-go cups.  She questioned me on my sudden departure so I slung my arm around her waist, hoping to mollify any questions. 

Then I saw it.  A little speck of silver on the ground, unnoticeable to the crowds streaming past, but I would know it anywhere.  I broke away from Eve and walked over to it.  A little silver heart on a silver chain.  My breath caught in my throat.  It was the locket I gave you for Christmas one year.  

It was sitting there like a beacon, like a homing signal and I scooped it up.  The metal was cool against my palm and I could almost hear your voice saying "Come find me, Jay." 

A memory flashed through my head as I stood there, of me chasing you around a children's park, you screaming "Come find me, Jay. Find me!" I smiled at the fond memory, of the nickname you had used since the first day you met me, and looked down at the small pendant, knowing that it was not a coincidence that you dropped it. It called to me:

"Come find me, Jay."

Come find me.

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[temperofheroichearts]

secrets from a starbucks employee

so i work at starbucks and let me tell you, when its not busy, all your local baristas are fucking around and creating drinks like its nobody’s business. here are a few of my favourite drinks that me and my coworkers have tried when we aren't busy serving you your caramel macchiatos and what not:

Chai tea latte no water vanilla (tall=1, grande=2, venti=3) [ALWAYS order the chai w/o water, its so much creamier]

Double Chocolatey Chip Frappuccino sub white mocha heavy cream *OPTIONAL* (i understand it’s really fattening w/ heavy cream but WOW it’s really good) [this one tastes exactly like an oreo, it’s pretty genius actually]

Strawberry Frappuccino no milk sub passiontango tea raspberry syrup no whip [some kid ordered this once and we were all shook at how surprisingly good it was. give it a try, you won't be disappointed]

Custom Tea Latte mint majesty tea sub vanilla [i know what you’re thinking: herbal tea will curdle the milk. IT WON’T. that has never happened to me with this drink and i order it literally all the time]

Syrup Creme Frappuccino cinnamon dolce syrup toffee nut syrup caramel drizzle [my friend said this reminded her of butterbeer from harry potter ??]

Vanilla Bean Frappuccino  hazelnut syrup mocha drizzle  [literally tastes like cake]

ALSO underrated drinks that are real menu items!! Very few people know these exist so i’d like to shed some light on them and what is in them:

Caramel Apple Spice = steamed apple juice, cinnamon dolce syrup, whip cream, and caramel drizzle. basically, apple cider

Blended Strawberry Lemonade = lemonade blended with ice and the strawberry puree used in the strawberry frappuccino. gives off serious slurpee vibes

Cafe Vanilla Frappuccino = vanilla bean frappuccino with frap roast (coffee)

Syrup Creme Frappuccino = you can get a creme based frap (no coffee) with any syrup !!

Violet Drink = very berry hibiscus refresher with coconut milk. SOOO good

Nitro Cold Brew w/ Cascara Cold Foam = cold foam is 2% milk blended with cascara syrup in it, nitro is cold brew infused w/ nitrogen. super good. ask for extra cold foam

Honey Citrus Mint = peach tranquility tea, jade citrus mint tea, honey, hot water, and steamed lemonade. the equivalent to what people call a “medicine ball”

and now, some starbucks tips and info that i feel are widely unknown: - syrups we have all year round:   vanilla (available sugar free)   cinnamon dolce (available sugar free)   toffee nut   hazelnut   caramel   peppermint   raspberry   classic   liquid cane sugar - vanilla & cinnamon dolce are the ONLY SUGAR FREE SYRUPS - trenta (extra large) is only available when you order iced teas or refreshers - if blonde espresso is unavailable, ask for ristretto shots instead. they have a similar flavour. ristretto uses regular espresso but a different setting on the machine so the shots are pulled differently  - when you order nitro cold brew, drink it right away! if you wait, it will settle and the creaminess from the nitrogen will go away leaving you with bitter cold brew - when ordering straight espresso, drink it as soon as possible. espresso shots die approximately 10-15 seconds after they’re pulled. the longer you wait, the more bitter your espresso will be - baristas put sleeves on the cup on when the drink is ordered extra hot, when there is hot water in the recipe, or the cup is a venti cup. don't be frustrated if your grande whatever drink doesn’t have a sleeve! we are not required to put them on everything. ask for one. it is one of the ways starbucks is trying to reduce waste. - not every store has nitro cold brew and not every store as the clover press. stores usually get one or the other. - if you have coffee related questions, ask the barista in the black apron. they’re what we call “coffee masters” and they have to go through special training to get that apron. they know what they’re talking about. you’re taking gamble with the rest of us. just kidding. but seriously ask the one in the black apron first. 

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

hi i was wondering if you had any good coffee shop aus? like either of them owns it or works at one?

Hey @evanisoverwhelmed! Ooh, I love coffee shop aus with a passion, so this is going to be a very long list. I’m also going to mention the stories where they’re both customers meeting in a coffee shop, all right? Enjoy! Hugs, Marjan

23 by felix_felicis33

Blaine doesn’t think he’ll ever fall in love, or get the chance to, but that all changes when he meets a man with blue eyes and a beautiful smile at a coffee shop. The world seems a brighter place when Kurt enters his life. The only problem is, he doesn’t belong here with Kurt. He belongs ninety-one years in the past, back in the year 1923.

50 First Dates by Aki_Aiko

Blaine Anderson meets Kurt Hummel in a little coffee shop and they immediately click.  The only problem?  Kurt forgets who Blaine is every single day.  Based on the movie 50 First Dates.

A Great Day to Meet the Love of Your Life by @unshurtugal​

AU where Kurt and Blaine didn’t meet in high school. Kurt’s first relationship was with Adam, and a few weeks after a particularly nasty break up, Kurt happens to bump into him and his new boyfriend at a coffee shop. In a moment of panic to not appear as alone as he is, Kurt kisses a stranger. His name is Blaine.

About Coffee Shops, Pick Up Lines and Two Boys by @daydreamerlily

“Kurt is really happy to have found his coffee shop. And it’s totally unrelated to the fact that the guy behind the counter looks dreamy.Ok, maybe it is related. But sue him, the guy is very good looking.”What if the guy you have been crushing on, hears you saying a stupid pick up line? And what if from there it starts a weird but super cute relationship based on those pick up lines? What if Kurt Hummel falls in love with Blaine Anderson in a way that is all theirs?

Across a Crowded Room by @lady-divine-writes

The first time Kurt sees the handsome stranger, it’s like a fairytale. Their eyes meet from across a crowded room, and Kurt falls hard. But in this fairytale, Kurt gets called away to deliver coffee and bagels to the higher ups at work, and is in danger of never seeing his prince again. And the next day, he doesn’t. But that doesn’t mean they don’t end up together in the end.

Ad Eros by @the-cimmerians

AU. Kurt grows up. Blaine does too.

After Sunset by @fablewriter

Blaine is a vampire who works in/owns an all night coffee house. He meets Kurt when Kurt comes in one night after being sexiled from the loft. Cue challenges of dating someone who can only go out at night and passes out at dawn.

(Bonus if there’s a moment where Blaine is all “wow, is that the time? I’ve had such a good time talking to you I didn’t realise how close to dawn it was and zzzzzzzzzzzzz” or something like that)

Always a Coffee Shop by CharleK

Blaine Anderson is at the prime of his swimming career. During his stint in the London Olympic games, he meets the owner of a small coffee shop called The Espresso Room. Inspired by Klaine AU Fridays.

And I Am Left To Sell by @whynobritneybrittany

Shamelessly stealing the title from a line of “It’s Time.”  Based off spoilers from this article revealing what Kurt’s doing for money while stuck in Lima.  Because the world needs more barista!fic.

Ashtanga Yoga Love by @hazelandglasz

*AU where kurt falls in love with the instructor from those youtube yoga vids* mercedes: i thought you planned to do yoga in the morning only?kurt: y-yEAH but blaine just put up this really important afternoon yoga session and i just have SO much to do this evening! i need to relax first that’s all!!!mercedes: http://31.media.tumblr.com/20f465ec34be41664a099fa381298913/tumblr_inline_nt37y4iCLz1qalwhh_500.gif

Bad Luck Verse by holdingdaylight

It’s just Blaine’s luck that the barista at the new coffee shop is really, really cute. It gets even better when a condom falls out of his wallet in front of him.

Barista Boy, by @purseplayer

Short funny story with an unexpected twist :-)

Best Seat in the House by @constantcompanion​

Inspired by mshoneysucklepink on tumblr, who wrote: “Honestly, I would like to think that Blaine is completely oblivious to the market for that because he has a bubble butt, and that in fact the inventor saw his butt once and was inspired, and Blaine doesn’t know, but he finds out in some cute way.

Oh, wait, an AU where KURT invents the bubble butt because Blaine the barista at his favorite coffee place bends over in his job a lot…Oh God someone write the thing!”

So I wrote the thing.

Beyond Expectation by @whatstheproblembaby

klaineniffhuntbastianmalec prompted: mafia/soulmate klaine. Kurt works at the lima bean, which was just bought by the Anderson family. Kurt hates the family since they’re the local mafia. Blaine’s name is on Kurt, doesn’t matter where, and has no idea his new boss is also his soulmate.

Books, Summer, Coffee and You by just-an-artist-pl (check out the sequel too)

Blaine loves books, Blaine loves to study and he is in love with the popular Kurt Hummel for two years now. But he never talked to Kurt, never made eye contact with him and he doubts that Kurt even knows he exists. nerd!barista!Blaine and popular!Kurt

Breakfast with Snorlax by @prideofportree

Blaine is a Pokémon trainer on his way to the big city. Kurt works as a barista in said city. They meet. There is a Snorlax present.

Caffeine and Love by @thistidalwave

In between cleaning stainless steel counter tops and making cups of coffee at his job as manager of Anderson Coffee Inc. in Midtown Manhattan, Blaine dreams of breaking out of the shell he’s been trapped in all his privileged life–though of course his father would never allow him to strike off on his own. When someone sets up shop in the abandoned building next to the coffee shop, Blaine thinks nothing of it save that at least his father won’t complain about it going into disrepair anymore. That is, he thinks nothing of it until he meets Kurt Hummel. Then it basically all goes to shit.

Careful, The Beverage You Are About To Enjoy is Extremely Hot by @munchkinpandas24

“He read somewhere that it was one of Starbucks’ brilliant marketing strategies to maintain at least one completely dreamy (gorgeous, ravishing, steamy, prettiest of the pretty) guy behind the counter at any given shift. Nicely done, Starbucks. It seemed Kurt found his absolute favorite.” 

Catch Me A Catch by @lilyvandersteen

Blaine is a hard-working pre-law student and part-time barista, whose brother Cooper has snagged a role in Funny Girl. Kurt is a diligent NYADA student and intern at Vogue dot com, whose roommate Rachel is the new Fanny Brice. Cooper and Rachel hit it off immediately, and then start scheming to get Kurt and Blaine together. 

Chocolate Croissant by @missmichellebelle

There’s a certain employee that would entice Blaine to keep coming back even if they stopped serving his croissants entirely.

Coffee Shop Listening by @flickerthenflare

Kurt and Mercedes take an interest in the live music at a coffee shop, although Kurt is most interested in the musician.

Coffee Shop Soundtrack by CoffeeEyes (squick warning: infidelity)

AU where Kurt and Blaine never met or dated in high school. Blaine works at a coffee shop in New York and Kurt comes in one day.

Covered in Rain by oncetwiceforevr

Blaine plays guitar in a cafe, Kurt’s there one day and Blaine’s smitten. Inspired by this picture as found on Zachary Quinto’s twitter and John Mayer’s Covered in Rain. A love song to New York City.

Crema by @twobirdsonesong

Kurt’s just landed a job at Vogue as Carrie Bradshaw’s assistant. One of his tasks is to bring her coffee in the morning.  Enter Blaine, the barista.  This is the story of how they change each other’s lives. 

Cross Your Mind by @supercess

Blaine Anderson is a normal person; working at a coffee shop and once in a while, playing for an audience at a local music bar but when he gets a chance to attend a prestigious fundraiser, he meets a certain Kurt Hummel. And now one question is on his mind: how do you make a celebrity fall in love with you? 

Daily Special by @spinmybowtie

Kurt is working at a coffee shop for some extra cash, when Santana, his meddling coworker, decides to help him score a date with a cute regular. 

Damaged Hearts Can Heal by @mrscriss2012

“As if in every lifetime that you and I have ever lived, we’ve chosen to come back and find each other and fall in love all over again…” Blaine and Kurt meet in a Coffee Shop. 

Delicious by @hazelandglasz

barista!blaine fic in which kurt is alone on christmas eve and sitting in a cafe and blaine made him a drink and watches kurt as he licks the whipped cream off his drink and blaine never looks at the whipped cream can the same way again and then the cafe slowly empties and blaine goes over and talks kurt because he looks so lonely and all he wants to do is make this beautiful boy laugh and he does and soon enough it’s just to two of them left and kurt has a spot of whipped cream the corner of his mouth and blaine wipes it away with his fingers

Double Double by @downtowndystopia

Blaine Anderson is an international student at a Canadian university. He meets Kurt Hummel in a Tim Horton’s and the most stereotypically Canadian coffee shop au happens. (Based on an almost-true story) (no really)

Drawn Your Eye by @backupandround

A wee barista!Kurt drabble based on this post 

Early by @accio-chris

“I came earlier, so I could talk to you, alone.”  It was Blaine’s turn to blush. 

Everything by @somethingfishyfan /morethanwords

Blaine Anderson was everything.. and Kurt Hummel was in love

‘Blaine leant forward, closer to Kurt. “I know the coffee order of all my favourite customers,” he whispered.’

Everything Has Changed by @dont-stop-believin-in-klaine /blackrose1002

Day 8 of Klaine Valentine’s Challenge 2016

Coffee shop AU :)

Excuse Me While I Fall For You by ohmyheartsbeentried

There’s a new curly-haired guy that plays guitar at the coffee shop; he’s charmed everyone with his voice and stage presence. One of their most frequent (and best dressed) customers has certainly taken a liking to him. Not that this is any of Sophie’s business. She’s just a barista.

Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by @accio-chris

14 days, 14 songs.Two boys, one love.

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Day 2 - Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg

Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by @iliketowriteaboutklaine

Written for Klaine Valentines.

Prompt: Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg

Whlie visiting Lima, the Anderson-Hummels return to the Lima Bean.

Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by ItsNotEasyBeingQueen

A few Lima Bean moments in the Klaine timeline.

Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by @somethingfishyfan /morethanwords

‘This was so unlike me.. but my whole body ached with just how lovely he was.’

Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by @starsandcologne

College!klaine au; The one where Kurt longs for a date with the new barista.

Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by @warblingaway

AU Klaine. Kurt goes for coffee every Wednesday, and the one time he sees Blaine changes all future visits for him. At this coffee shop, the same song plays every Wednesday at the same time, and Kurt slowly relates to them, one lyric at a time.

Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop by @whenidance

A series of coffee shop scenes throughout Kurt & Blaine’s relationship and Kurt, Blaine, Rachel, & Mercedes’ friendship. Based on Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg (yes, that song from that commercial). Written for this prompt.

Fantasies Make for Tidy Relationships by @lady-divine-writes

Blaine has his life set up just the way he wants…well, no, not really. After a painful breakup with a manipulative, abusive boyfriend, Blaine can’t quite get back in the groove of things - anything. He spends more time teaching than following his dream of striking out and having a career in music, and as far as relationships go, no. Too messy. Too complicated. Too much of a chance of getting hurt. Even though the handsome, witty, charismatic owner of the coffee shop he goes to every morning, Kurt Hummel, really seems to have a thing for him. And Blaine can see him having a thing for Kurt, too…but no. Still too messy. Still too complicated. No matter how flirty things get between them. But Blaine needs something. All his old methods of stress relief are just that - old. So he hops online in search of something new, a toy that will take his old routine of self-pleasure from boring to soaring. And if he happens to start fantasizing about his beautiful barista, what could it hurt?

This is the story of how Blaine Anderson realizes he’s having the relationship he’s always wanted with a machine instead of with the man of his dreams.

Finally Found The Boy by @whatstheproblembaby

Based off my tags on this Tumblr post: #okay but combine all four: person a works at a coffeeshop #person b works at a flowershop #they start fake dating to cover for person a who’s lied to their parents about meeting their soulmate #but then they do whatever thing reveals soulmates while fake dating and start REAL DATING #THE END 

Frayed at the Ends by sparkofinspiration

When the love of his life Kurt Hummel left him, a broken Blaine Anderson dropped out of college and moved in with his parents. At 25 he decides to move to New York City to pick up the pieces and start fresh, but a run in with Kurt stops him in his tracks. 

Grande Non-Fat Mocha by JustGidget

“He loved the way the boy would smile at him. He loved the way he would giggle and brush at his bangs when Blaine would greet him with “Grande Non-Fat Mocha?” and slide the cup over to him.“

Grande Non-Fat No Whip Mocha by dontwantyourcrown

Completely unrelated to You’re The Cream In My Coffee. This is a Barista!Blaine AU. One shot only, first meetings AU where Kurt is a frequent visitor to a coffee shop and Blaine wonders why he’s so paranoid about his drink.

Half & Half by @skivvysupreme

Puppy!Blaine loves his barista job, and his coworkers and customers love him. He likes to be liked, and he loves feeling appreciated. It’s just… well, there’s only one coworker, in particular, who Blaine wants to notice him…

Happy Accidents by @lilyvandersteen

Blaine, who is going to the same coffee shop every morning, at the same time for his morning fuel, is confused. At the coffee shop, he often sees the same faces - of the other regulars. There is one particular face he looks forward to seeing, though, but Blaine is just not sure if the face belongs to one or two men (twins). Kurt has shared custody of his kid. The weeks when he is dad, he dresses one way, the other weeks he is more sharply dressed.

Happy golden days of yore by prettyskylark

Kurt passes by the coffee shop every Thursday evening. A coffee shop where a very cute pianist plays and whose smile warms Kurt’s heart even on the worst of days. So when chilly weather and bad mood make Kurt finally step in, he takes his chance and go not only for his coffee order (written for the Klaine Advent Drabble Challenge, Day 1: Artist).

Hello by @dont-stop-believin-in-klaine /blackrose1002

Day 8 of Klaine Advent Drabble Challenge

Coffee shop AU :)

Hope by @dont-stop-believin-in-klaine /blackrose1002

Day 8 of Klaine Advent Drabble Challenge

Soulmates!Klaine AU :)

Hot and Strong by @rospeaks

Blaine owns a coffee shop. Kurt is his favorite customer.

I don’t need you to fix me but I want you to help me by @prettyskylark (trigger warning: physical abuse)

Blaine is just a simple barista and Kurt has got a perfect boyfriend anyway. What if he is not so perfect after all?

I Feel Good by DreamingKate

Kurt and Blaine meet and NYADA and Blaine basically falls for him right away. He’s happier and it’s easier for him to get out of the bed in the morning because he knows he’ll see Kurt. One day, they’re out to coffee or something and Blaine sees a piano in the shop so he sings Kurt I Feel Good by AJ Holmes and basically it has a cute, sappy ending.

I Have Measured Out My Life In Coffee Spoons by @daswarschonkaputt

Based off Sara Rye’s Tumblr Klaine Young Models AU gifset.

Kurt Hummel is one of the most coveted young models, with a phenomenal following. Blaine Anderson is not far behind, even if he’s forever going to be labeled as ‘the kid from the GAP commercials’.

They’ve never worked together. Until they do.

I Wanna Hold Your Hand by @munchkinpandas24

Just a quick one-shot from a tumblr post.  Basically magic happens when Blaine and Kurt hold hands and it’s adorable.

Ik was meteen ondersteboven by @forabeatofadrum/maanorchidee

“you and your friend always sit at the table and gossip in [insert language here], which happens to be a language i’m currently learning. i’ve been eavesdropping to try and improve my listening comprehension and oh my god are you actually talking about how hot i am??” and Blaine speaking Dutch, because it’s an AU I’ve never seen before.

I’ll Wake with Coffee in the Morning by kurtsolos

“What’s wrong with the Lima Bean?”

“There’s nothing wrong with the Lima Bean, it’s your motive for going in the first place,” Sam says. Tina nods.

“Yeah, it’s just… again? This is the third time this week,” Tina prompted. “Blaine, you don’t even like coffee.”

Or an AU where Blaine is always looking for opportunities to ogle the cute barista at the Lima Bean.

It all began with bets by Biscuit

AU: Kurt’s working in a coffee shop in New York as a barista. One time Blaine wanders off to the part of the Big Apple that he’s never visited before and he discovers the coffee shop. He sees Kurt, falls in love and then keeps coming back until Kurt says yes to flirting. 

Jitters by whatiknew

Blaine Anderson gets up at 5am every day to serve coffee with Santana Lopez. And that is the easiest part of his day. As he starts his sophomore year at NYU, Blaine tries to navigate his inevitable conquering of Tisch while figuring out how to talk to the beautiful boy who’s started frequenting the coffee shop. There might be dragons involved.

Learning Who You Are by @whatstheproblembaby​

Boy band member!Blaine/not famous!Kurt. Kurt meets a cute guy in a coffee shop, and what happens next is a little more than what he was expecting.

Life Less Ordinary by dizzy and @savvymavvy

Blaine’s life is privileged, fantastic, and entirely routine until he changes things up and tries out a new coffee shop, where one struggling NYADA student named Kurt Hummel happens to work.

Like a Handprint on My Heart by @somethingfishyfan /morethanwords

Blaine is a NYADA student finding his way in the big city. Kurt is the 'feared’ owner of Blaine’s local coffee shop. We all know they’re perfect for each other - this is their journey.

Listen by @blainesdevon /hwespn

AU where you know someone is your soulmate when they make a certain noise. It could be laugh, a sneeze, a moan, or simply them talking. Whether you decide to listen to that noise is up to you.

Blaine Anderson is a 23 year old fresh-out-of-college music teacher. Kurt Hummel is a 25 year old barista and aspiring fashion designer. They hear each other, but will they listen?

Lost and Found by holdingdaylight

Kurt is the loneliest boy in the world on Valentine’s Day, until he stumbles into a quaint little coffee shop hosting an open mic night.

Love Shack by anythingbutplatonic

Coffee shop AU.

Love Soaked Lungs by @switch842

Blaine is annoying the shit out of Santana with all the whining he’s been doing about how lonely he is and how he hasn’t gotten any in forever. Okay, maybe not that last part, but she can tell it’s been awhile. He’s awfully tense. So, Auntie Tana decides it’s time to take matters into her own hands.

Maybe the star that shined before… by @hazelandglasz

Klaine Prompt : Mistletoe

Klaine AU First meeting

More than a non-fat mocha by @onceawarblette

Summary: So I was inspired by this perfect post http://shinnysarah.tumblr.com/post/36754871502 where Santana tries to help Blaine, a barista at the Lima Bean, to get a boyfriend by writing a rather blunt message on the board outside the shop. It does bring one particular customer by though, and they want a little more than a non-fat mocha.

Mostly Roastly by @fablewriter

Anonymous said: Cooper owns a popular coffee shop in NYC, Kurt is his new barista and Cooper’s brother, badboy!Blaine, takes an immediate liking to him? 

No Flirting by @klainechel

A cute lil’ barista!kurt besotted!blaine story inspired by this beautiful giftset. 

Number by @dont-stop-believin-in-klaine /blackrose1002

Day 14 of Klaine Advent Drabble Challenge

Coffee shop Klaine AU :)

on my way by @fearlesslysgleefics

From the day they started crawling, Kurt and Blaine were on their way to find each other.

Right in front of you by @munchkinpandas24

Blaine is a nerdy barista by day that is in love with his favorite coffee patron Kurt Hummel, the only problem is Kurt is not reciprocating the feelings.  But Kurt can’t think about anyone who isn’t this hot curly headed lead singer of his favorite band. Little does he know that the singer is the same barista that has been nervously flirting with him for weeks.

Roses in December by @ckofshadows (WIP, trigger warning: violence)

In a cozy coffee shop in a small town, a boy with beautiful blue eyes sits at the same table every day, as if he’s waiting for something, or someone. Blaine feels strangely compelled to sit down and talk with him… and discovers the unimaginable.

Santa’s Super Sleigh by @lilyvandersteen

Blaine is enchanted by the caroling elves in the mall, especially the boy elf.

Kurt keeps seeing the same cute boy in the audience when he is singing with Rachel and Santana.

Will they ever get the chance to talk?

Scenes from the Broadway Bean by @gleekto

Coffee shop AU. Kurt and Blaine. New York and a coffee shop.  

Kurt is a freshman at NYADA - top of his vocal class, stage combat superstar.  He’s busy becoming a star, so what if he scores a zero in coffee shop romance history? Or in romance history all together?

Blaine Anderson is a sophomore at NYADA. Song writer. Performer. Barista. Sworn off boys altogether. Though he really hopes Kurt Hummel will let him buy him a biscotti. What? White chocolate cranberry is seasonal. And delicious.

Secret Message by @whatstheproblembaby

Inspired by a picture I saw on hermioneclone’s Tumblr. 

Silly Love Songs by @hkvoyage

On Valentine’s Day, Kurt goes to the Lima Bean for his usual grande nonfat mocha. He meets a gloomy teenage boy who doesn’t believe in romance…or does he? An alternative meeting set during Season 2’s ‘Silly Love Songs’.

So I Need a Favor by @klainehugs

Blaine doesn’t expect anything when he walks into his favorite coffee shop. Kurt doesn’t expect anything either, but he’s got a lunch date with Rachel and Finn soon, and he’s promised to bring a boyfriend who doesn’t exist. Neither of them expected anything at first, but then Kurt saw the good looking guy sitting by himself in the corner of the coffee shop. So, “I need a favor…”

Somebody to Love by @bazllton

Klaine Coffee shop AU in which Kurt is a barista and Blaine is a dorky customer. Basically just lots and lots of fluff.

Sometimes, I Wish To Fall by MakerOfAnarchy

In a coffee shop, on a hot, humid day, Kurt finds him. That’s how it starts, and it does not end.

Soulmate Script by @sunshineoptimismandangels

Written for a Tumblr Prompt: “I wish you would write a soulmate fic for Klaine (there are loads of those already, but I’m sure you’d give it your very own unpredictable twist).”

Blaine and Kurt are best friends, living in New York and enjoying their lives. From the outside it looks like two good friends waiting to met their soulmates in the city of their dreams. The only problem is Blaine is in love with Kurt, who could never be Blaine’s soulmate. Kurt is waiting for the the person who’s name matches the script on his skin, waiting for someone other than Blaine

Soulmates & First Dates by alexwhitney

Kurt’s a 19 year old NYADA student; Blaine is an 18 year old who works at a coffee shop. Since their 18th birthdays, they’ve had their soulmates name on their right wrists, and they’ve been searching for that person ever since.

Summertime Blues by @somethingfishyfan/ morethanwords

Another coffee shop fic. Kurt’s reluctantly working though the summer. Lucky he likes his boss!

Starbucks Lovers by whoaaitsmichele

klaine advent drabble challenge day 17: rent

barista!blaine meets kurt

Sweetest Mistake by @hazelandglasz

Anonymous asked  > coffee shop au: Kurt gets his coffee everyday from the shop around the corner because he thinks the barista is cute even if he always screws up his order. Truth is, barista!Blaine is just too distracted by his stunning customer to make it properly. :D 

Sweet Like Coffee by Ellienerd14

Blaine is a blushing barista with a massive crush on a frequent customer.

And then one day, blue eyes are full of tears and they finally have a much needed talk.

Take All That I Am by becausehiships (please heed the warnings!)

In a world where extreme opposites can’t help but attract, never to leave one another alone again, rock bottom is just the beginning.

For Blaine, rock bottom turns him right side up and suddenly he doesn’t feel like running anymore. He finds a beautiful, ethereal, much-older man in Kurt, the owner of the coffee shop Blaine escapes to for shelter from the constant black cloud that follows him everywhere he goes.  The Lima Bean is, gratefully, within the boundaries of the allowed radius Blaine’s constricted to after stealing a thesaurus (of all things) and he falls into a routine with Kurt without effort, seamlessly inserting himself into the man’s life, forcing his way inside his heart.

The Boy from the Lima Bean by heystella

AU. There are three things he knows about Kurt. One, he’s a barista at the Lima Bean. Two, he does community theater. Three, he’s totally going to take Blaine out for a movie date this Friday. K/B. 

The Coffee Artist by glee-klaine-Dalton

Kurt owns a small coffee shop in the middle of New York. He makes it his mission to cheer up other New Yorkers by putting a small sentence on their cups to brighten their day. But what happens when a cute guy comes along? 

The Coffee Conundrum by @twitchysquirrel

Kurt just wants a %@! mocha.  Will cute barista Blaine give him one?  

A humorous and very short story that you can read on your phone while you wait in line for your own coffee.  

The French Connection by @goldenraeofsun

Blaine was perfectly satisfied as a barista/college student in New York working under Santana Lopez. Well, everything was fine until he developed an almost unhealthily obsessive crush on that cute French exchange student that kept coming by during his shift. 

The line between spontaneous and stupid by colferbird

Kurt is a barista. Blaine is charming. Can I make it anymore obvious? 

The Medium Drip Incident by zikwon

Klaine alternative meeting. That’s it, that’s the summary. 

The Most Beautiful Boy I’ll See All Day by @chatterboxrose

Kurt’s coffee machine breaks down, that’s how he ends up going to the little coffee shop Chae +, and meets the beautiful barista named Blaine. AU.  I thought of this little fic because of this photo. :)

The Shadowy Corners of Me by @switch842

There’s a new barista at the coffee house on campus who has Blaine intrigued.

Through the eyes of the observer by @klemonademouth

During the day, a barista saw a lot of things- people arguing on cellphones, sappy couples, people getting their heartbroken, people getting proposed to. All stages of love, out on display for the world to see, if it so chose. Klaine. Coffeeshop fic.

Tonight & Forever by raymykeller

AU in which broken, cynical Kurt meets optimistic, romantic Blaine at a coffee shop. Can Blaine win Kurt over? Can Kurt believe in love again?

Turn Around Bright Eyes by @lilyvandersteen

This is based on the following Tumblr prompt: you work in a coffee shop and are in the middle of a hella rendition of ‘total eclipse of the heart’ and get WAY too into it, and a (really hot dammit) customer tried to get your attention by singing “turn around, bright eyes” AU

I turned it into a fluffy coffee shop Klaine romance with bonus Cooper :-)

Wander by swallowthewhale

In the early 1990s, Blaine is an aspiring musician working in a coffee shop to make ends meet. There he meets Kurt, a fashion writer whose self-confidence makes Blaine wish he were brave enough to be himself.

warm coffee (do you love me?) by beanieklaine/ princeissy

In which Sage, the barista at the Lima Bean, watches Kurt and Blaine’s relationship develop.

Waste of Time by @istytehcrawk

When Kurt’s not working at the Vogue.com offices, he’s picking up shifts at a coffee shop, where he’s not the only one with his eye on a cute customer.

What He Wanted by DreamingKate

Blaine always got what he wanted but this new guy was ignoring him. That wasn’t okay.

Will you do the fandango by @hazelandglasz

Klaine Bingo : Disney / Dreamworks

Anonymous said: we live in halls opposite each other and i keep seeing you changing through your window.

You Remind Me Of Coffee by @misspelledideas​

Starring Barista!Kurt and High School Student!Blaine, and how they meet and get together. Completed one shot. Rated T for Santana and inappropriate language.

You’ll Add to the Local Color by HermioneGrangerTwin

“He’d expected Kurt to be seated with coffee in hand, so it comes as a shock to him when he comes into the coffee shop at 2:05 and Kurt is nowhere in sight.”

You’re The Cream In My Coffee by dontwantyourcrown

Here are some one-shots/drabbles of Barista!Klaine, all will probably take place in the coffee shop, but we’ll see.