#will i ever stop giffing him being the prettiest boy to ever exist?

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grounded | billy hargrove

Long-time no see! To make up for my time away, I have this little baby for ya. It’s longer than my other posts, but I definitely think it’s worth it of course, I could be a bit biased. All joking aside, I hope you guys enjoy! It starts with a little bit of a onesided crush from the reader on Steve, but don’t worry. Our favorite guy (who just looks so deliciously badass in this gif) is the main focus. Remember folks: consent is key, and it’s never the victim’s fault. Never.

Word Count: 4,653

Warnings: Dissociation, sexual assault, mentions of abuse, swearing, victim-blaming (self-blaming), panic attack, and I think that about covers it?

There were times where you didn’t quite feel like your world was real. It wasn’t like you were delusional. You just sort of... floated sometimes. Like you were there, and you were living your life, but it was through this misty haze that separated your consciousness from your body. You didn’t really know how to explain it, honestly. And it’s not like you could predict it or control it. Sometimes it would just last a few minutes. Sometimes it would go on for a week or two.

The first time it happened was at a party. You had gone with Carol and Nicole, your two best friends, with the promise that a certain pretty-haired boy would be there. At the time, you had a major crush on Steve Harrington. He was one of your close friends, and you were convinced you were in love with him. And Carol and Nicole used that little fact to drag you to the party— nevermind that he had recently been rumored to have started dating a certain Nancy Wheeler. When your constant efforts to flirt with him went unnoticed (or worse, laughed off), you decided to try and make him jealous. You approached a senior boy who had been eyeing you all night. One who was well-known for being sighed over in the cafeteria. One Carol and Nicole had checked out before, despite Tommy sometimes sitting right next to the former when it happened. You figured a little kissing wouldn’t hurt. You hadn’t kept track of how much alcohol you were drinking, and he talked you into another few shots. Before you knew it, you were drunk. Not drunk enough to go into a back bedroom with him, but definitely drunk enough for him to get more than a little handsy with you.

It was all fun and games until he started trying to grab your chest. You batted his hands away a few times before he started to get frustrated. You remember what he said. Sometimes, late at night when you can’t fall asleep, you still hear his rasp of “quit being such a fucking tease, it’s just your tits” brush across your ear and send chills down your neck. You stopped pushing his hands away after that. You thought maybe, just maybe, if you let him try then Steve would see you were open to fooling around. Maybe he’d look at you if he thought you were as fun as Carol or Nicole. You glanced over the nameless senior boy’s shoulder, searching for him. You saw him across the room, laughing with Tommy and Carol. Nicole excitedly pointed you out to the three of them, and your heart broke as you saw him raise his glass towards you. Egging you on. Not caring another boy was feeling you up for all to see.

It was then that hazy state washed over you for the first time, leaving you with this surreal sense of being that made you feel simultaneously detached from your body and more connected to it than you had ever been before. You barely registered his hands brushing across your body, touching you where no other guy had ventured before. Violating you. He felt up your chest, squeezed and groped your ass, and had just finished working his way to the apex of your thighs before you finally managed to feign a sudden wave of drunkenness that had you on the floor and finally safe from his greedy hands. You were left in that floaty, surreal headspace until Nicole called you the next afternoon. You finally learned his name. Allard Collins. She demanded to know everything that had happened between the two of you. She was disappointed to find out it hadn’t progressed much further than what she saw. You realized she thought you were lying when both she and Carol cornered you, asking you about it on Monday before class.

You felt the haze wash over you again as they tried to dig more information out of you. They kept bringing it up, giggling and talking about what a snag he was and “great catch” and “better give it to him again quick if you want him to stick around.” It wasn’t until Friday, when they heard he had gone home with another girl from the party a week before, that they believed you. But by that point, the damage was done. You had been in that floaty headspace all week, and you weren’t sure you were ever going to come back down to earth again.

You slowly stopped hanging out with them, and slowly the floating stopped. You found some new friends, started to get close to Nancy and Barb, and began separating yourself more and more from the incident. You ignored the voice in your head that hissed it’s your fault and you deserved it. You got over your infatuation with Steve, swearing men in general off after a while. You’d still find yourself in that floaty space every once in a while, but you learned to manage it. You could still function just fine and go about your daily business. You just weren’t... connected. But that was okay. Honestly, sometimes it was nice.

Every time, you were aware it was happening. And there was some small voice that told you it was bad and wrong and shouldn’t feel as... peaceful as it did. But you never had to feel anything when you were there. You didn’t have to feel the pain or the panic or the anxiety that would set in when a guy looked at you funny or a girl would talk about a particularly steamy makeout session. You didn’t have nightmares when you were in that floaty space. You didn’t freak out when you went on dates and a boy tried to kiss you if you were floating. (You had tried to stay grounded once on a date, the first guy after the party, and it ended terribly when he tried to kiss you after walking you back to your door. You almost had a panic attack.) When Barb went missing, you weren’t even fazed. You had already been floating for almost a full week by that point, withdrawing from her and Nancy as the latter started dating Steve. That was the longest time you lived in that hazy existence. It was another week before you finally came crashing back down.

When you crashed, you crashed hard. Everything would hit you, all at once, and you’d often wind up having panic attacks. Not that anyone but your mom knew. You kept it hidden from everyone you could, only turning to her because you didn’t know who else to turn to. Even she didn’t know the real reason they started. You had cited school and bullying, and she had accepted those answers without hesitation. She was content to offer whatever help she could, letting you stay home after your hazy periods when you would crash and be so anxious you got physically sick. She hoped with enough love, it might go away.

You got used to this new reality, drifting along and floating sometimes while being painfully grounded at others. You were content with it, practically even happy. You were fine with only experiencing your love life through a clouded sense of touch until he came roaring into town.

The first time you saw him— the week of Halloween, 1984— he walked into your math class. It was Monday. You were still floating from a date you had gone on the Saturday before. You were floating all through class as he walked in the door, the teacher directed him to take an empty seat, and he scanned the room. You were floating as he smirked, spotting the empty desk behind you. You were floating, barely registering it as he sauntered down your aisle and practically collapsed in the desk behind you. You were floating for the next few minutes, scribbling notes down and paying the new kid no mind (unlike the rest of the girls in class). It wasn’t until he tapped your shoulder that you stopped floating.

You blinked, registering the sudden intrusion into your personal space, and stiffened. A year of flinching every time someone unexpectedly invaded your space and having to make up an excuse as to why had quickly trained you not to draw attention. You ever so carefully leaned away from his finger, trying not to let the panic overwhelm you, as you turned to face him. You turned to meet the prettiest blue eyes you had ever seen, a wild head of blond curls, a sun-kissed face, and a very disarming smirk looking up at you from where his head was resting on his hand.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a pencil I could borrow, would ya doll?” His raspy voice seemed to hum the request. Without missing a beat, you offered him the one in your hand. He sent you a toothy smile and a wink that made your heart stop. You mechanically turned back to face the front, reached down to your backpack, and grabbed a new one as if nothing else had happened. It wasn’t until you were four lines of notes down the page that you realized he hadn’t had a notepad in front of him. Or a binder. Or any paper at all really. You glanced back to see him still watching you, drumming your pencil against his desk without a scrap of paper in sight. He smirked again when he caught you peeking. You whipped back to the front and refused to give him the satisfaction of catching you glancing back at him again.

It wasn’t until the bell rang, signaling the end of class that he caught your attention again.

“Mind if I hang onto this?” You almost shrieked, jolting forward in your seat and practically grabbing the edge of your desk. His voice in your ear and the unexpected presence at your back had sent your stomach into summersaults and your heart flying. It only took you a millisecond to gather your wits, but it seemed like that was enough to make Billy curious. You turned around to face him, and you were quickly caught off guard. He wasn’t smirking in victory at catching you off guard, like you were half-expecting. Nor was he sending you another flirtatious grin. Instead, he was watching you with a hint of... what looked like confusion. Maybe even suspicion? Surprise?

“Hang onto what?” You hated how breathless you sounded. You knew he clocked it too, from the assessing look in his eyes. It was only there for a moment before he slid right back into that easy, flirtatious persona again. But you had seen it. And you weren’t sure what to do.

“The pencil.” He raised his eyebrow as if it were the most obvious thing. You supposed it was. You just weren’t quite fully firing yet. “After all, you never know when you might need to give a hot chick your number.” You could see his mind working behind the wink he sent you.

You sent him a tight smile, still a little off-guard and not sure how to feel about his blatant flirting. “Keep it. Not that there are many ‘hot chicks’ in Hawkins. At least, not to what I’m guessing are your standards.”

“Not if they’re trying to compete with you.” Oh, he was smooth. You’d give him that. “What’s your name, sweet cheeks?”

“Y/N. You are?”

“The man of your dreams. But you can call me Billy.” That time, you rolled your eyes. You started gathering your stuff as people began filtering out the door and into the hallway.

“Well Billy, keep the pencil. Good luck finding those hot chicks.” You were the last two in the class, and you were hoping to get away with the last word. You should’ve known better.

“I don’t need luck. I already found one!”

You were halfway through the next class before you realized you hadn’t had a panic attack after crashing down to earth from your floating headspace. It was the end of the day before you realized it was the first time in almost three months you had crashed without having a panic attack.

Billy started to become an interesting factor in your life. He was in a decent number of your classes (which surprised you, since you didn’t exactly take it easy in school and he didn’t seem the type to really try). He stopped surprising you with little touches and invading your personal space after a few more attempts at it left you alert and uneasy around him. (You were half-convinced he was looking for something with these little touches. You weren’t sure what though.) Instead, Billy found other ways to flirt with you.

He was still just as verbally flirtatious towards you as he was other girls, but he relied more on eye contact and expressions with you. With other girls, it would be a causal touch here, or pinning them against the lockers there. But you always got the searching looks, the mischievous smiles, the lingering glances that lingered just a little too long. Honestly, he’d flirt with you more than he would them too. Sometimes he’d even stop flirting with one of them when you walked by in the hallway, just to make prolonged eye contact with you or send a little greeting your way. You’d long since gotten used to this little game and started playfully rejecting him or teasing him for his lines. You saw the little thrill in his eyes every time you snarked back. And you enjoyed the little moments with him too.

The stolen glances and fleeting words grounded you. The time you spent floating around slowly became shorter and far less frequent. Before you knew it, you had been grounded for a week. It was like Billy could see the hazy mist wash over your eyes, and he was always there with some sort of line to pull you back down to earth in the most charming way. You looked forward to your little chats with him. You heard the rumors about him getting into fights, and you didn’t doubt he had some anger issues. You could feel it, bubbling under the surface, and you could see it in his open defiance of authority in class. But you saw the gentle way he handled you, as if he knew without asking that you had been hurt. As if he knew the kind of interactions you needed to feel safe. He understood your boundaries in a way nobody else seemed to, and that drew you to him despite everything else. But you refused to do anything more than flirt.

Flirting was fun. Flirting was easy. Flirting was something he did with every girl in Hawkins, something that meant you could stay off of the radars of your ex-friends. Pursuing anything else meant he’d inevitably want to spend time with you outside of school. Pursuing anything else would put you right back in line with Tommy and Carol. And you didn’t want to go back there. You weren’t sure you’d ever come back down if you did. So instead you kept him at arm’s length, content to stay grounded in his stolen glances and flirty smiles whilst pretending to ignore his roving eye and the whispers of his conquests.

It stayed like that through the end of October, into November and December. And every time Billy would take even a moment’s break from his girl of the week to flirt with you, you counted it as a tiny victory. Winter break slowly crept in, and Tina’s annual New Year’s Eve party was suddenly marking the end of break. In true Tina Rager fashion, the girl had procured all the alcohol Hawkins High’s student body could drink and then some. The lawn was crawling with your classmates as you walked up to the house, blaring the biggest hits of the past year from Tina’s brand new sound system. It paid to have parents who were loaded.

You slowly wandered into the house, unsure of how to approach the rager. It had been almost two years since the last time you went to a party like this. You felt the haze start to creep in, clouding your mind before you had even taken a sip of alcohol. You weren’t even really sure why you were here. You had ignored your friends the year before when they tried to drag you to Tina’s party, so you had surprised both them and yourself when you agreed to go this year. All you could think of was a red shirt, left open down to his navel, a leather jacket, and breathtaking blue eyes when you agreed. You had even dolled yourself up, wearing a tight skirt and curling your hair for the occasion. You hadn’t recognized yourself when you stepped out of the house earlier that evening, and now you were stepping into another world.

Your friends dashed ahead of you, making beelines for either the dance floor or the liquor counter. Your eyes tried to scan the room, but you couldn’t find his blond mullet anywhere. The sound of cheers over the music reached your ears, and you followed them to the back door. There, you found a whole crowd of people surrounding what looked like two guys doing keg stands. Or at least, that was your best guess from the fringes of the very dense crowd. You could only guess it was Steve and Billy, facing off yet again. You turned your back on the jeers and the shouts of the rowdy group of teenagers, wandering through the sweat-filled and musty living room to the kitchen. You didn’t pay attention as you grabbed a bottle of what looked like whiskey and the bottle of coke and just poured. You didn’t keep track of how much of each was in your cup. You simply capped the bottles and took a swig, hoping the alcohol would help settle the nervous feeling in your stomach and the voice at the back of your head whispering you shouldn’t be here.

One of your friends found you with half your cup gone and dragged you on to the dance floor. You swayed there with the gyrating bodies, slowly letting the haze settle over you as unfamiliar hands and bodies brushed against yours. It had been a while since you had felt its familiar presence, but this time it felt wrong. It didn’t hold the same peace and comfort it once had. Now, it was confining. Constricting. But you weren’t sure how to escape it. All you could do was sway and down your drink until suddenly it was gone. As the bodies around pressed closer, the haze thickened. You felt a pair of hands grab your hips, pulling you against a teenage boy (that was very clear by the bulge pressing against your ass). You felt the familiar detachment settle in as the hands started to roam from your hips, up your body, and that heart-stopping dread took root in your core. You closed your eyes, hoping that would help, knowing it wouldn’t. You tried to breathe through your nose, telling yourself to just get through it. You felt it flow into every limb, as warm as the bodies around you, and the mist in your head thickened until it was practically a foggy soup. You were drowning in the familiar haze until suddenly the body against you was ripped away.

You didn’t know what was happening at first. You didn’t register the shouting, the cheering, and the shrieking until you had turned around to see Billy pummeling some boy you had never seen before. You watched blankly as Billy released the shirt of the boy he was beating, causing his new punching bag to drop to the floor. Clearly unable to support himself. Billy stepped back, reeling up for a kick, when his clear blue eyes flickered to yours. And that’s when you knew.

The horror that accompanied the realization swept over your body, and you tore your gaze from the California boy to the asshole at his feet. The asshole whose hands had been all over you. Who you had let feel you up, grope you, violate you yet again without doing a single thing to stop it. You felt the panic begin to set in. Your head began to spin with the information coming in all at once until you weren’t sure which way was up. You felt a hand grasp your arm, and you tried to struggle against it. You really did. But as your panic attack began, you had little strength left to fight whoever was leading you into the yard, away from the mass of people that had gathered at the sight of the fight. It wasn’t until you were seated in a car that you finally heard him.

“Breathe, y/n,” Billy’s voice rumbled through the small space. “Breathe. It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re safe. That asshole isn’t gonna touch you again.” Your frightened eyes darted over to his face, and you tried to calm down. You really did. But you could still feel both sets of hands— Allard’s and the nameless boy from the party— roving your body. The leather jacket he had draped around your body to keep you warm left you feeling suffocated and stifled. You felt nausea grip your stomach, and the waves of heat crashed over your body. You threw yourself out of Billy’s car and onto the snowy ground, crawling a few feet away before vomiting up the liquor you had downed. You heard a car door slam and someone cursing as you began to hyperventilate on your hands and knees, tears streaming down your face and landing in the snow. You didn’t lift your head as boots stepped between you and your vomit, and you kept your eyes glued to the ground as the owner squatting in front of you.

“You’re safe, princess,” Billy tried to soothe you. Some sardonic voice in the very back of your head, removed from the panic that gripped your entire being, laughed at the pet name. He’s really pulling out all the stops, huh? “No one’s gonna hurt you while I’m here. Come on, breathe with me.” He set a slow rhythm. You tried to match it, finally lifting your eyes to him. You continued to sob and your breaths were uneven, leaving your lungs feeling raw in this slow cadence he set. Ever so slowly, your breaths started to even out. The waves of heat stopped washing over your body. The nausea holding your stomach in an iron-vice slowly relinquished its grip.

“There we go. That’s better. Now, how about getting into my Camaro before I freeze my balls off?” You saw the concern in his eyes, knowing his crass words were his way of trying to bluster through the tenderness he showed. You nodded, letting him help you get back in his car. He turned it on, blasting the heat. You finally realized how numb the cold had left you as your skin began to prick from the hot air thawing you out. The two of you sat in silence, neither daring to admit you were in new territory.

He knew. There was no way he didn’t. Most people didn’t realize it, but Billy was smart. He had to have picked up on your aversion to touch, your dissociative episodes, your tendency to space out when guys got too close. You might’ve been in denial for a long time about it, but you knew somewhere deep down that was why he had stopped leaning into you, touching you, and flirting with you like he did the others. And after tonight, you were sure he’d put together it had something to do with guys touching you. That same voice in the back of your head started hissing at you. He knows you’re damaged. He doesn’t want you anymore. Maybe he never did. But he certainly doesn’t now after seeing the mess you are. Not after seeing how easily you give it up to other guys. Nobody wants you. Nobody worth it anyways.

“You don’t have to tell me shit.” His voice was quiet, but it still felt like it cracked through the interior of his car. “Your call. But you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Just know, no other jackass is gonna lay a fucking hand on you. Not when I’m around. Not while you’re my girl.”

Your eyes snapped over to him, and you finally let yourself look at him for the first time that night. You could see the rage still flooding his veins, still itching to be released. You could see the fury, directed not at you but the boy who had put his hands on you. You saw a need to and to defend, a side you had never seen directed your way before. You saw an affection that went past the surface-level flirting you had been doing for months. You saw a desire to claim you, to declare you his, and it sent thrills down your spine. And as his eyes flitted to yours, nervous as you let the silence sit after his declaration, you saw something that chilled you to the core.

You saw an understanding deep in Billy Hargrove’s eyes. You saw an understanding of the fear, the sense of defeat, the panic, the dread, and the helplessness that had washed over you. You saw something in his eyes that told you he was no stranger to someone else laying their hands on him and, while you were pretty sure it wasn’t in the same way you experienced it, it wasn’t any less violating. You saw something broken in him— the same thing you knew was broken in your eyes— and your heart aches for him. As he let you see into his soul with that single glance, you came to a decision. You wouldn’t ask why he seemed to understand so perfectly. You wouldn’t pry, just like he wasn’t prying with you. Instead, you would accept his protection and his affection. You would trust that he would tell you his trauma and pain when he was ready, just as you would tell him yours. And until then, you’d learn to help each other.

“Your girl, huh Hargrove?” Your voice rasped out, not quite full after the shouting from the party and the vomit in the snow. You cleared your voice, hoping it would help. “That’s quite a claim to stake. And I don’t know if you’ve picked up on it, but I’m a bit of a handful here.” You sent him an uneasy smile, hoping he’d catch your hint and let the events of the night go without any explanation.

A searching gaze as he scanned your face was the only response you got at first. When he saw you were okay, that you would manage for now, he let the worry slide for a mischievous (if not a little cautious) glint in his eye. “Oh sweetheart,” he drawled in response. He playfully let his eyes scan over your body, checking in to make sure it was okay before letting his gaze linger a little longer on your chest. “I’ve noticed. And let me say, I can’t wait to get a hand full.”

The lecherous wink he sent your way really sealed the deal as you felt a giggle bubble up. He was trying to act as if nothing had changed, as if it were business as usual, and you appreciated that more than he could ever know. He wasn’t perfect. And neither were you. You were both broken, but a small part of you wondered if just maybe you were broken in compatible ways. You got the feeling he wasn’t the only one in this car who helped the other feel a little more grounded.

[allycat-writes]

Dress

A/N: Still on my Doctor Strange kick and not at all sorry about it. This contains exactly zero IW or Endgame spoilers (and basically ignores both movies except that pretty much everyone knows everyone). So, bam. Will Tony Stark and Stephen Strange get along with both of their egos long enough for all involved parties to celebrate his fiancée Pepper’s birthday gala celebration?

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Master of the Mystic Arts!Reader, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: Uh, literally none this time I think. A tiny bit of jealousy and overprotectiveness? Maybe some implied messing around sorta in public?

Also, as always, likes are incredible, but reblogs (and getting this out to a larger audience!!!) are gold, kisses, lovelies!

(Not my GIF)

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“I thought you hated Tony Stark.”

“I do. Which is precisely why I have to show up and outshine him at his own party.” You sighed, turning to roll your eyes at Stephen as he examined his reflection in the mirror. You sat down on the nearest surface to slip your heels on with a slight wince at the discomfort of the shoes. Stephen struggled with the bow tie for a moment, feeling your eyes watching him from across the room. He sighed, turning towards you with a small smile. “Would my lovely girlfriend be my hands once more?” You smiled back, standing up and crossing the room to him. You reached out, softly fixing his bow tie.

“There. Handsome as ever, Stephen,” you breathed, flipping his shirt collar down and smoothing it out.

“I’ll have the prettiest girl on my arm for the night.” You blushed under Stephen’s soft gaze, his eyes focused on your face. He took your hand, spinning you around to examine the emerald dress clinging to your body. Stephen smiled, pulling you close. “How have I been this fortunate? What in my life has been good enough to warrant this? You being here? With me?” You smiled, your cheeks heating up at his kind words. Stephen gently took your chin between his thumb and index finger to draw you closer with a shaky hand as he leaned towards you, pressing your lips to his. After a moment, you hummed and pulled away.

“If we’re not careful, we might not make it to Stark’s party at all,” you teased him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. Stephen laughed.

“Oh no, we’re attending this party. I have to go remind Stark that, stunning as Pepper is, my girlfriend is the most stunning creature to ever exist.” Stephen turned to look in the mirror once again before turning back to you. He offered you an arm and you smiled, happily accepting it. He raised his free hand to form a portal. You stepped through together and started up the stairs of the building. A well dressed man opened the door for you, stepping aside so you and Stephen could pass.

“Thank you,” you murmured, giving the man a kind smile.

“Of course Stark would throw a party this extravagant,” Stephen muttered, his eyes roaming over the interior of the building.

“What is this gala even for?”

“Sabrina the Teenage Witch! Witch Doctor! Glad you guys could make it to Pepper’s birthday gala. Honestly didn’t expect either of you to show up,” Tony started, causing you and Stephen to turn towards him.

“I did RSVP to this. Why wouldn’t we be in attendance?”

“You and me don’t really get along most of the time, Doc,” Tony shrugged. He looked the pair over and gave a low whistle. “You two clean up nice, magicians.” You smiled.

“Isn’t Stephen just the handsomest thing you’ve ever seen?” you asked, giving Stephen a half-smile. He smirked. Tony laughed, nodding his head.

“Definitely an upgrade from the cape,” Tony agreed, with a grin. “But do the rings really match the outfits?” Stephen scoffed.

“Like either of us would go anywhere without our sling rings, Stark.” Tony rolled his eyes as he took his sunglasses off. He gestured to a waiter carrying glasses of champagne, the young boy hurrying over. You smiled, picking up a long stemmed glass with two fingers, taking a delicate sip. The boy smiled back as Stephen picked up a glass as well. Tony gave a small salute to the couple before starting away.

“Well this should make for an interesting night,” you whispered, your eyes scanning the room at the superheroes, government agents, and normal people mingling in the spacious ballroom. “Hey, uh, Stephen?”

“Hmm?” Stephen hummed, his attention turning back to you.

“Isn’t part of your job as Sorcerer Supreme to keep an eye out for threats to our universe?”

“Obviously,” Stephen muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Well, Loki is right over there with his brother and Wanda Maximoff.” Stephen turned, his eyes scanning the room. He froze as he spotted the dark-haired god, his eyes lazily sweeping the room. Loki fixed Stephen with a bored stare until he spotted you by his side, his expression changing to one of intrigue.

“Oh no.” Stephen started to pull you away, causing you to lightly bump into someone. You opened your mouth to apologize when you turned to look at the person, your eyes widening when you realized the person you had bumped into had been Princess Shuri of Wakanda.

“I am so—” Shuri laughed, waving a hand.

“It is really not an issue, I should have also been looking at where I was going. My apologies,” she replied, grinning at you brightly. She dipped her head at Stephen. “Sorcerer Supreme.”

“Princess,” Stephen greeted her, dipping his head in return. Shuri gave you a wink before slipping off. You watched as Okoye gave an exasperated sigh before hurrying after the young girl, rolling her eyes at you as she passed. You grinned, turning your head to watch them.

“Doctor Strange!” You and Stephen turned at the voice, relaxing at the sight of Steve Rogers flanked by Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.

“Captain America. It’s a pleasure to see you again,” Stephen replied with an easy smile. You met Sam’s eyes and a smirk replaced the small smile on his lips.

“Hey, Y/N. Having fun?”

“So far, so good but the night is still young and I have only just arrived,” you mused, a small grin on your face. Sam laughed.

“Well, you ever get too bored, I’ll be around.” You felt Stephen tense up beside you, his arm tightening around yours.

“Thanks, Sam, I’ll keep that in mind.” Stephen excused the two of you before steering you away. “You’re the one who wanted to keep our relationship private, Strange,” you reminded him, gently.

“I’m just glad Stark is taken or he would never shut up about you.”

“Y/N! Stephen! I’m so glad that you two made it!” You turned to smile at Pepper, letting go of Stephen to hug the redhead.

“Happy birthday, Pepper!” Pepper laughed, hugging you back.

“Thank you so much,” she breathed, smiling widely. “My fiancé did make sure to welcome you, didn’t he?”

“Yes, your intended did welcome us in with open arms,” Stephen replied, hugging Pepper once you had let her go.

“Good, I’m glad. I know you boys have your rivalry so I’m glad you’re getting along tonight,” Pepper paused as someone called her name, “I really hope you lovebirds enjoy yourselves tonight.” She shot you a wink before moving back into the crowd.

“I thought—”

“I didn’t tell her. But you have been rather glued to my side all night,” you reminded Stephen, raising an eyebrow. Stephen opened his mouth to speak when a gentle hand grabbed your elbow. You turned your head sharply, relaxing at the sight of Wanda and Natasha grinning at you.

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s have some fun, no?” Wanda whispered, raising a delicate eyebrow. You nodded, grinning back. You squeezed Stephen’s hand before following after Wanda, Nat walking beside you. “Who are you trying to impress with that dress? It is definitely stunning. And half the men in this room can’t seem to keep their eyes of you, Strange included.” You glanced back, Stephen’s eyes still trained on you as he sipped his champagne. The girls beside you giggled.

“Maybe I am trying to impress Doctor Strange,” you shot back, waggling your eyebrows suggestively. Wanda laughed, shaking her head at you.

“You hardly need it. At least 43 percent of the men in the room are plotting to find a way to get you to leave with them,” Natasha smirked, glancing around the room.

“I literally walked in on a man’s arm.”

“And? That does not stop them, darling,” Wanda pointed out over her shoulder.

“Okay, enough of my love life, where’s Vis?” you asked, scanning the room as Wanda led you to a secluded spot by the wall.

“He is here somewhere. I think he and Bruce were speaking together earlier.” You smiled as you noticed Vision making his way through the crowd towards the three of you. Vision smiled at you and Natasha as he reached Wanda’s side.

“Do you ladies mind if I steal my beloved away for a while?” he began, still smiling gently. You grinned, shaking your head lightly. Vision turned to look down at Wanda, offering her his hand. “Wanda, darling, would you care to dance?” Wanda smiled, accepting the hand before turning to wave as Vision walked her towards the dance floor.

“Good. I’m glad her and Vision are happy.” You nodded in agreement.

“Speaking of happiness, where’s Clint? I haven’t seen him yet.” Natasha turned her head, gesturing to where he was leaned against the bar talking to Rhodey as he sipped on his drink.

“Are you and Stephen ever going to actually announce your relationship?” You raised an eyebrow at the assassin.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you replied, coolly. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, I’m sure you don’t.” Natasha turned as Clint approached, smiling softly at him. Clint smiled back, brushing a reddish-auburn curl behind Natasha’s ear.

“Would you two just get out of here? You’re making me sick,” you teased, smirking slightly. Natasha rolled her eyes at you, taking Clint’s hand and starting to pull him away. You watched them go, still smiling slightly. You turned to take a step, almost running into someone again.

“I would be more careful if I were you, darling.” You tensed up at the familiar voice of the Asgardian prince, his blue-green eyes fixed on your face and expression curious.

“Loki.”

“It is, Y/N, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Was there something I could do for you?” you replied, keeping your voice even and uninterested. Loki’s smile widened at your disinterest.

“Would you care to dance?”

“I try to avoid dancing with sadistic beings with genocidal tendencies.” Loki laughed.

“What harm can one dance cause? I promise I’ll be on my best behavior,” he paused as you rolled your eyes at the sarcasm expertly lacing his words, “I won’t stop asking until you say yes.” You sighed, grimacing slightly. “Just one dance and I will let you enjoy the rest of this evening.”

“Why do you want to dance with me so badly?”

“I always attempt to make it a habit to at least share a single dance with the most stunning attendee at every party I attend.” Loki extended his hand, his expression intense. You paused, weighing over the options in your head before you hesitantly took his hand, letting him lead you over to the crowd of people dancing in the center of the room. “Milady.” He bowed before raising back up and placing a hand on your waist, taking your hand with the other. You placed your free hand on his shoulder, cautiously. As you danced, you caught sight of Stephen from across the room, his eyes narrowed at you. As the dance came to an end, Loki opened his mouth to speak before someone grabbed your hand, pulling you away. You startled, glancing over to see Stephen walking in front of you, his grip tight on your hand as he pulled you into a hallway, away from prying eyes.

“What on earth are you doing?” he whispered, turning towards you.

“I was dancing. It was one dance in a room full of people. I don’t think I was in any danger, Stephen,” you replied, your voice soft as you crossed your arms in front of you.

“He is dangerous, Y/N. He should be the last person you associate with.”

“Stephen, I’m just as good as you are. I can take care of myself. You don’t need to protect me.” Stephen sighed, his body sagging slightly as the tension left his body. He tugged your hand gently, pulling you towards him. You rolled your eyes before you moved towards him so he could wrap his arms around you. You relaxed slightly at his embrace until he started moving towards the wall. “What are you doing?” Stephen smirked, pressing you against the wall, his body moving to cover yours.

“Guaranteeing that everyone knows that you are spoken for in every sense of the word, my love.”

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In case anyone is curious, that’s the dress ^^^ (or just imagine a different one, that’s fine too!)

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k for the fandom ask!

send me a fandom and i’ll tell you…

The first character i ever fell in love with:

I’m not gonna lie... My first K love was Isana Yashiro (adolf) and I still love him...But the red idiots stole my heart lmao.

A character that i used to love/like, but now do not:

Akiyama Himori.I still like him...But idk, at some point I started to see him as a plain character ans stopped paying attention to him

A ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:

KuroKuri (Kuroh x Kukuri)I don’t hate it on the actual day but I just slowly forgot about it and now it’s kind of meh for me(?)

My ultimate favorite character™:

In this especific order and I can’t talk about faves without think on the other two(?)

- Eric Surt/Soult/whatever go-go wants to call him(?)

Gif by @mikoto-tatara​ (direct tag since the gif search never give me the actual gif -.-)

- Kushina Anna

- Neko (Ameno Miyabi)

Prettiest character:

Everyone in this effing series is pretty tbh...But if I have to choose I’ll say neko without think twice for the girls

And Hisui nagare for the boys

My most hated character:

Mizuchi for being an asshole who experimented on a poor child and pretty much killed her parents when she tried to scape from that hell and also fucked up her whole life (Thanks god homra appeared on the escenario).

I also kinda hate Niki, he as a character is really interesting in the novels but them the movie appeared and I just get exasperated xDU

My OTP:

FUJIERIC FTW!!!

I also like MikoTotsu, Mikoizutotsu, IzuSeri and KuroShiro lol.And the abc homra boys ships in general because I’m a multishipper sucker lmao.

My NOTP:

I couldn’t call it a NOTP, but I’m not a big sarumi fan (blame facebook latinamerican fans).Also ANY SHIP related to Anna that isn’t sukuanna.Also any ship with neko, to me she is mentally a kid, ship her with anyone on me has the same effect as ship Anna with anyone from the main cast and totally repulses me.

Favorite episode:

K Memory of Red: Chapter 6 & 7 (Basashi Panic)

K project: 01. Knight (Great exposition) & 06. Karma (I like to hurt myself with my 2 fav clans lol)

K Return of Kings: 01. Knave (cuz homra foes speaking and interacting and I’ll admit it...I fell for the fanservice of the first part with everyone fighting and I keep laughing over Awashima shameless hentai like fanservice because my humor sense sucks) & 09. Kids Room (Interesting plot points and the formal izuseri it’s a A+++)

K Seven Stories: Memory of Red: BURN.

Saddest death:

Mikoto’s death...I mean Totsuka’s death hurts as hell and after MoR (Manga and movie) it’s painful as fuck, but it’s a plot point and it was an announced event years before it happened by Anna, so even if it’s painful and everytime I see it I cry a little, Mikoto’s death it’s sadder for me.He is a man with a serious depression that was never treaten, his biggest “stabilizer” was one of his best friends who was a frigging moron. His friend gets murdered, and in a horrible way, it was recorded and it was in the birthday eve of one of his most dearest people on his life, Anna. He get unstable and get blinded by the rage and pain and only wanted revenge, even if that means he can die in the process and let his other best friend behind with a little girl and all this boys who stimated him so much. Then he finally get his revenge but hw knows he can’t scape his fate, no matter how he see it he can only die, so he practically forced one of the persons he trusted the most to finish what he started, knowing there could be consecuences but just giving up since he knows he can’t do anything else. Giving his last words to the one he knows would be more affected for his actions because she will be now alone in a colorless world.

Yeah when you compare the contexts...Mikoto’s death it’s hella sad...

(I also think nagare’s death was sad but I’m more salty over how slightly unfair it was rather than how sad it was)

Favorite season:

Season one. K project, even with a lowest bucked have a better direction on scenes, fights and script. The fanservice wasn’t obsene at all, Go Hands didn’t abused of the CGI and managed to make a good balance between CGI, photography and actual classic animation and gives you an interesting mistery that even if you could solve it in like chapter 4 still makes you wonder what is going to happen.

Least favorite season:

K Return of Kings.

MAN I HAVE A LOT OF PROBLEMS WITH THIS SEASON I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE HECK TO START OKAY!!!???

It has a horrible script direction, things start ridicoulusly slow and then it’s like gora remembered they only have 13 chapters to finish it all and make everything so fast its absurb. it took 4 CHAPTERS for the actual protagonist to appear and even when shiro appeared it didn’t gives a big impact until chapter 6 or something like that. Nagare it’s an interesting antagonist but the way go/go settle him don’t give much chance for people to care much about his cause until the last shapters (and it was because they aired Dream of Green at the same time of the series itself because if not it would be hard to get attached to the green clan out of certain escenes) and then the friggin kings battle of the tower came.

MAN I HAVE SO MANY PROBLEMS WITH THIS BATTLE!!!

Munakata and Iwafune’s fight it’s good, it’s normal to think iwa-san have more experience in batlle since after Adolf, he is the oldest king there, he is from an old generation of kings and participated on the kagutsu disaster and lost everything there, and for the aparent nature of his powers it’s kiiind of credible for him to overcome munakata sicne he can go on a offensive and defensive way thanks to his fog thing...BUT WHAT IT’S THE EXCUSE FOR THEY TO JUST PUT ANNA AND SHIRO ASIDE!? I’m sorry go/go I’m not going to swallow that thing that iwafune’s sadness it’s so frigging strong to let anna unable to move. Yeah, she is empathetic, she can feel other people emotions and read minds for her strain powers. But thats a excuse and we all know it, you just didn’t know what to do with the little bird lolita who can use fire and with her aura put on a complicated corner iwafune because he can hide but not scape a fire wall. I can understand shiro step back since he is a pacifist and it’s not used to fight, but you showed us Anna learned to fight and use her aura for offense so if you’re not going to use her i could be better to idk, actually knock her out not inmovilize her with iwafune’s crippling depression??Also what’s the excuse for neither Kuroh or Shiro to stop the effing elicopter with the slate when it was in a close height???? Seriously the plot conveniences on that chapter are so much that it stressing and more when you did it so great on the first season and even on the movie before this???

And I could be rambling about the script problems for hours but I’m not a youtuber and neither a critic so I’ll let it here for this...

Also don’t make me start with the fanservice... Ussually I don’t pay mind on fanservice, I even find it hilarant, but here was so overbold and in your face it was actually irritating.

Character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but I hate am not so invested in:

Yata and Saruhiko, I don’t hate them but I’m just not sooo invested in them as the whole fandom is. LSW make me understand them better and stop hating them but still if I can choose, I can keep ignoring their existence and it isn’t going to affect at all y fandom experience.

My ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:

Can I say Eric and his sass tongue? no?Okay then, Shizume’s don juan Yoh Chitose and his impulsive ass of a king Suoh Mikoto lol

My ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:

Totsuka Tatara even if he is more like a SINnamon roll...But he actually deserved better lol.Also Anna, please let this kid have a rest with her family full of stupid big brothers and her step father the stressed bartender who is going to kick everyone with a chancla at this rate after get drunk(?).

Also Fujishima just for that short story with the friggin octopus, the baby just wanted a pet why you’re so cruel gora???(?)

My ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:

Any ship with that surpass the father like relationships.Read as: MikoAnna, IzuAnna,ShiNeko, IwaHi (Iwafune x Nagare), IwaSuku.Also any ship between the main cast and the underage characters.Read as: SaruAnna, YataAnna, NagaSuku, YukaSuku.

My ‘they’re kind of cute, and I lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: 

- ReiSeri. I see them more as co-wrkers but they have cute shipping material.

- AkiSaru. I ship them for the aesthetic lol.

- YukarixNagare (I forgot the ship name lol). They’re cute and have a good chemical, but I’m not that invested into them.

- Most of ABC scepter4 ships. Sorry I’m not too invested in this clan but they have good shipping material that I can appreciate even if they’re not my favs.

[eat-a-mint-jungkook]

I like you a lattae (but can’t espresso myself)

Apparently Jimin’s been drawing dicks in the lattes of regular customer and crush, Kim Taehyung. 

3.4k composed of a cup of pure crack, two pumps of memey wholesomeness, and a sprinkle of sugary fluff served with a sugakookie

“You still waiting for Gucci-boy?”

At the sound of the code name that Jungkook had come up for his crush, Jimin glances up at the door.

If it had been one month earlier, Jimin would’ve said that he hated Monday shifts the most because it would mean another week of having to fake-smile at customers, getting the orders right, and making drinks as fast as he could. It’d mean another week of spending hours at a time on his feet while crying over the assignments he still had to do for class and the midterms he still had to study for, and whoever said being an visual arts major was easy, was definitely wrong.

Oh, and another week of being teased by his arch-enemy, Jeon Jungkook, for being too short to reach the supplies on the top shelf, for dressing the way he did, for just breathing it seemed like. Even though it was so hypocritical of Jeon to even say anything because who only wears oversized white t-shirts?

But anyhow, it’s all bearable now when Jimin finds his afternoon shifts spent glancing at the door, waiting for that someone to show up.

He’s probably a college student too, always arriving with notebooks sprawled across the table by the window. What’s missing though, is the look of crippling stress shown through dark circles and downturned lips and dead gazes of college students. Instead, he has the appearance of some designer brand’s runway model, trench coat flowing down to his long legs, and occasionally the prettiest pair of glasses Jimin has ever seen.

It was fitting, really. That day Jimin was on cash duty and took the gorgeous man’s order.

“Hi, how are you today?” Jimin had everything prepared, finger over the buttons on the machine, ready to type in the order as soon as he heard it. Then he’d grab the right cup and get the name of the cute customer and—

“I’m Taehyung. Kim Taehyung.” Gucci boy had then paused without realizing what he’d said wrong, or rather, what he’d heard wrong. “And you are…?”

“Uh – Jimin.” An awkward smile. “I’m Jimin.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jimin.”

And that’s how it all started.

Kim Taehyung.

He’s so attractive that Jimin would totally draw him in latte art if he could. Wouldn’t those lattes be so thirst-quenching—

“Well it looks like he’s here again,” a teasing voice floats over from by the sink, pulling Jimin out of his thoughts. “It’s the second time today too.”

Jimin hears the smirk in Jungkook’s voice without even turning, and immediately glances at the door again for the ten-thousandth time this hour. As mentioned, Jimin could indeed see the expensive man heading towards the cafe.

“Second time?”

“He was here when I started my shift.” Jungkook dries the blenders and puts them on the rack. “Seemed kind of disappointed when you weren’t here. But hey, maybe that’s why he’s coming in again.” He simply shrugs when Jimin shoots him a glare. “Got thirsty.”

“Isn’t your shift supposed to like,” Jimin gestures vaguely, “end, or something?”

“Not for another two hours,” Jungkook raises his eyebrows and clicks his tongue knowingly. “So you want to take the cash so you can talk to Gucci-boy, or do you want to make his drink…with love, and all that?”

“I’ll make the drink.” He grumbles.

It would give him more time to talk to Taehyung than being at the cash register would, if other customers came in. Besides, Jimin wanted to draw something nice for him.

“Hi, what can I get you?” Jungkook asks, and Jimin can hear the smirk dripping from his voice. That asshole.

“Just the usual, please,” Taehyung says, eyes flickering over to Jimin for the briefest millisecond, and Jimin almost forgot how deep his voice was. “For here.”

“I wanted to ask you something about latte art.”

“Why, are you planning on drawing your phone number to give to Gucci-boy?” Jungkook has that ugly smug look on his face again and Jimin fights the urge to smack it off.

Jungkook is literally his last resource, for he’d spent all too many hours on Google browsing through pages of the same kinds of latte art that just wouldn’t be special enough for Taehyung, and all too many shifts practicing on his macchiatos in a corner when his asshole barista partner wasn’t looking.

Screw Jungkook.

“Can you actually do that?” Jimin rolls his eyes when he sees Jungkook nodding. “No, but I was actually thinking of drawing a heart or something.”

Jungkook snorts, bending over the counter in attempt to conceal his laughter, and failing at it for a good full minute. “You – what?”

Jimin doesn’t bother answering him and frowns, waiting for the brat to stop. Someday Jungkook will get a giant coffee stain on one of those white t-shirts of his and who will be the one laughing then?

“Seriously? Hearts?”

“You have a better idea?”

“Your number is probably a better idea.” Jungkook pauses. “But I’ll teach you how to do both anyway.”

A few hours later, Taehyung was undoubtedly walking through the door as usual, and Jimin was ready to do the thing. It was going to be his phone number floating along the top, with a couple of pretty swirls at the bottom.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah, just go give it to him.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. Like it’s so easy to do this.

Jimin glares at him. “I don’t see you making any moves on boy-who-looks-like-death.” His real name was Yoongi or something, but Jimin still thinks he’s intimidating as hell. Though he was probably the only one who could bring out the non-asshole side of Jungkook, so Jimin is thankful for his existence.

“Well, you were born in Busan first, right?” Jungkook flashes the brightest evil smile with his bunny teeth and stupid eye crinkles and Jimin wants to punch him. “So I guess you’re doing this first too.”

“Fuck off,” he huffs, picking up the cup to bring over to Taehyung’s table.

After trying not to be disappointed at his blank phone screen every five seconds and actually trying to pay attention in a few of his classes, Jimin starts to believe that the bright smile he’d seen on Taehyung’s face hadn’t actually meant anything, that the light blush was just from the lighting, and the gentle brush of fingers over his arm had just been an accident.

Because why would there be any reason for Taehyung to like him anyway? Gucci-boy was probably friendly with everyone and more well-liked than Jimin would ever hope to be.

Jimin pushes the hope in his chest down and buries it under more pressing issues like the assignment he hadn’t even started on. He throws himself in the pile of work that needs to be done, and doesn’t even check his phone for the rest of the night, resulting in a bunch of missed texts from none other than the brat, Jungkook.

He really doesn’t want to go back to work. Ever again.

“Did he text you?” Jungkook asks the next day when he’s unfortunately back at the coffee shop. Again.

“No,” Jimin’s heart sinks with the reminder, cheeks ablaze from the embarrassment, “he probably thinks I’m a creep now. I think I’ll just stop trying. If he ever comes back at all.”

To his surprise, Jungkook doesn’t say anything at that but there’s still a hint of some sort of evil smile at the edge of his lips. Maybe it was like a resting bitch face but like, some sort of permanent evil, smug face.

“You know, maybe I’ll just quit and find a new job. That way I won’t have to see your ugly face again either—”

“Dude, you’re in luck,” the brat nods towards the door, “because it looks like lover-boy is back.”

And just as he said, the slender runway model is walking through the door like he’d done every day so far.

“Go talk to him when you give him his drink. Maybe he doesn’t even have a cell phone. Or a texting plan or something.”

Jimin groans. “Who, in this age, doesn’t have a cell phone?”

Jungkook side-eyes him, staying silent.

“Wow, Jungkook, don’t tell me you dropped it in the toilet again.”

“Shut up, and get your short ass over there, ugly.”

A few minutes later, Jimin brings the latte to Taehyung. There’s a normal heart design as the art today since he figured it would be a bit too strange if he suddenly stopped doing the latte art. That’s what he tells himself anyway: No, it’s not because I want to impress him. I’m done with trying. This is just a drink from a barista to a customer—nothing more, nothing less.

“Here’s your drink. Enjoy!” Jimin sets it down and avoids staring at Gucci-boy for too long.

Just as he’s about to give up thinking of things to say and brace himself for Jungkook’s teasing, Taehyung opens his mouth.  

“Do you prefer talking to people in person instead of texting?” Taehyung suddenly asks, an unreadable expression on his face.

It’s definitely not what Jimin was expecting. In fact, it’s so far from what he was expecting that it takes him a good thirty seconds of his jaw hanging open and brain reeling for any sound to come out of his mouth.

“Um, what? I don’t mind either?” In fact it would be great—no, excellent— if you could text me back, yes thank you.

“Oh. But you told me to stop texting you?”

“Wait, what?” Jimin quickly pulls out his phone. The notification section still remains blank. Unfortunately just like his love life. “I never even received any texts from you.”

“Hmm.” Taehyung pulls out his phone as well. It’s a shiny black and super sleek, and there’s a very artistic case on it. “Is this your number?”

It looks right for the most part. Except where there should be a six, there’s an eight instead.

“Ah, that’s why.” Jimin shyly takes his phone and makes the correction. “It was wrong.”

“You mean I’ve been texting the wrong person this entire time?” Taehyung pulls up the text conversation with the wrong number, showing a string of memes with a couple of fluffy puppy gifs in between. And a few compliments for Jimin’s drinks. Followed by a “stop texting me” from the ungrateful recipient.

“That’s so mean. Who could say no to all that?” Jimin doesn’t say anything about the compliments but could feel the blush creeping up his neck and ears. “I mean… I wouldn’t mind if you sent all that to me now.”

“Don’t worry, they’ll get even better.” A wink.

So Taehyung didn’t hate him after all, and even came back into the store despite having “Jimin” tell him to stop texting him. Which is a pretty big deal because Jimin definitely would not have been able to face him again.

Either way, Jimin just needed to improve his latte art.

“Here’s your vanilla latte!”

It’s his usual drink, with the usual heart latte art that Jimin had been drawing for the past while now. For consistency, he tells himself, not to impress a certain someone. He just hopes that Taehyung never looks at other people’s drinks that are missing the fancy designs.

“Thanks, Jiminnie,” is accompanied with the brightest smile that makes Jimin’s heart flutter just a little.

Jimin goes back behind the counter and tries to hide that wide grin he can’t seem to keep off his lips so that other customers don’t think he’s too weird. Luckily for him, Jungkook hasn’t come in for work yet and isn’t there to make his life miserable.

When there’s a lull and no customers show up for a while, Jimin finds his eyes constantly drifting back to this Kim Taehyung who has a gorgeous side profile that Jimin just can’t look away from.

And that’s when he notices Taehyung glancing strangely at the latte. He lifts it, holds it against the natural light streaming through the window he’s sitting beside, and then he looks at it from one side, then from the top, then the other side. And strangely enough, he takes out his phone, and it’s not to take a picture for Instagram like Jimin might’ve thought. Taehyung holds it so that the black screen is facing the latte, then looks into the screen as if checking out the reflection.

Maybe there was something wrong with the latte. Maybe there was a bug in it? That would be quite terrible.

He approaches the table after about five minutes of hesitating. “Is everything alright?” Jimin asks softly.

“Yeah, just perfect now that you’re here!” Taehyung spares a glance and his eyes immediately light up when he sees Jimin sitting across from him. But when he looks back at the latte, the confused expression still remains on his face despite his answer. “Well, actually…”

Taehyung leans over the table and beckons Jimin to do the same, as if he has a big secret to share. “I’ve finally come up with an answer.” There’s a kind of eureka spark swimming in his eyes, and Jimin is about to ask if he’s solved the matter and energy problem. “My answer would be yes,” comes out in a loud whisper, “because you’re really hot.”

“Answer to what?” Jimin tries to ignore the last part and can’t figure out how it’s relevant to the other stuff Taehyung just said. His mind replays snippets of their conversations and texts and even memes throughout the past month, but he doesn’t remember ever asking anything.

“You know,” Tae leans back, relaxed now that he’s shared what he’d wanted to say, “if you wanted me to sleep with you, then you could’ve just asked. Or like, at least asked me out on a date first.”

Jimin balks, feeling his face heating up real fast. Why would Tae think that…? It had to have been that brat, Jungkook. He was definitely going to kill—

“I mean, it would’ve been easier than drawing dicks on my lattes every day.”

If Jimin had been drinking something he’d have immediately choked on it, spat it all out, and then spilled the rest on himself.

What? The? Fuck?

Out of all the possibilities he’d thought of during his nervous pacing behind the counter, none of them even came close to what this man had just said. Out loud. In front of all the other customers in the cafe, which wasn’t too many, but Jimin could only pray that no one else heard anything or he’ll actually die on the spot from embarrassment.

“You drew this, right?” Taehyung looks at him expectantly, pushing his cup forward. “It’s not a bad drawing, but—”

“It…it was supposed to be a heart.” Jimin could tell his cheeks were reddening with how hot they felt, and he wanted nothing more to just go back in time and bury himself before he even went to work today. Or actually quit his job the last time he thought about it.  Nice going, idiot. You’ve not only failed at impressing him, but now you’ve offended him. “All of them were meant to be hearts.”

Upon looking closer at the drink, he can see that Taehyung was…not that incorrect. The heart he’d drawn a while ago is now completely deformed. It’s much longer and thinner, probably from the movements when he brought the cup over, and the bottom corner is now flatter and—there was nothing left to say because Taehyung was completely right.

Jimin’s heart sinks as much as his latte art did. “I guess hearts aren’t great for latte art…”

“Oh.” Taehyung furrows his brows, lips pursed together. “But why would you put a heart?” He sounds genuinely confused, but the expression makes Jimin feel even smaller.

“I-I—” There was no way of answering that one without giving away how Jimin really felt. “Um, you know what… I’ll just um, make another latte for you. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

Picking up the latte, Jimin quickly turns around so that his crush wouldn’t see any how his eyes shone with the tears that threatened to spill. He’d just make a plain latte, no art. There’s really no point of making latte art anyway when this kind of outcome—

A hand gently grabs his arm, stopping him mid-step.

“Jiminnie, it’s fine.”

His heart throbs at that nickname. “No, I want to make your drink perfect this time.”

“It’s fine.” A pair of large eyes gaze up. “I like it.”

He doesn’t meet Taehyung’s gaze and keeps his face turned away slightly. “No you don’t; it’s terrible. I don’t even want to look at it—you should’ve said something much earlier so I could fix—”

“Jimin, it really doesn’t matter. I like this because I like you.”

“What are you talking about?” Jimin finally looks directly at Taehyung and there’s no sign of him joking around or trying to troll him. Those beautiful eyes are clear, and there’s a hint of a small smile. “Why?” Jimin says again, on autopilot, but softer. His brain is frozen and he doesn’t know what else to do besides stare back at the gorgeous man.

“Ah, you’re so cute.” The smile widens. “I really like you.”

Jimin can still only stare back at him silently.

“You can put as many dicks as you want in my lattes, and I’ll enjoy them just the same because you made them.”

He doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry or maybe just sink into the depths of the ground, but Jimin’s heart pounds loudly against his chest. He sees an old lady from a couple of tables over turn her head towards them and drop her jaw in shock.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to try to make me feel better about this. It’s completely my fault.”

Taehyung thinks for a moment and then suddenly frowns. “Wait, maybe that came out a little weird. I just mean that whatever you make is always perfect, Jimin. Seriously. You have a talent for this and your drinks always come out nearly as sweet as you are and maybe you’re trying to make me get diabetes here but I think that’ll still be fine because it’s from you. Wait I mean getting diabetes isn’t good and no one should want that, but my point is that you’re great. You’re sweet.” A pause. “Ah, that’s what it was supposed to be: you’re so sweet that I’m going to get diabetes—”

“Sh-shut up, Tae.”

“But it’s true! You’re so perfect and if you weren’t so good at your job, I’d go tell you to be an artist or something because you’re really good! Hey,” he points at the old lady who’s still staring at them with a face frozen in shock, “isn’t our Jiminnie great? He’s the best barista ever—”

“Tae, stop!”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No—” Jimin tries to cover his face with a hand. “Okay, okay, I get it.”

“Do you? Hey when do you finish work? Let me take you out sometime.” Taehyung looks at him so intently with those mesmerizing eyes that it’s hard to look away.

“Wait, what?”

“I like you, Jiminnie. Like like. Well, and like, I guess, because who doesn’t? You’re the highlight of my day and amazingly, your dick latte art pretty much helped me pass that one philosophy class. But I—”

“Okay.”

Now it’s Taehyung’s turn to pause and do a double take. “Wait, what?”

“I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Okay, good. I mean, great. Excellent. Wholesome.”

They’re left with a warm silence between them, smiles mirrored on faces that manage to show much more than words could. Sweetness lingers amidst the blood still roaring in his ears and pulse still racing endlessly, and somehow Jimin’s pleasantly surprised at how things turned out.

Then the moment ends with Tae suddenly frowns.

“But does this mean you actually don’t want to sleep with me?”

When Jimin leaves for his date with Tae, all he sees his Jungkook’s smug face. But the joke’s on him because the next time when Yoongi walks into the coffee shop, Jimin doesn’t tell Jungkook that the hearts he’s been drawing for boy-who-looks-like-death indeed turn out looking like dicks. Nor does Jimin tell him that there’s a giant coffee stain on the front of his white t-shirt.

[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.