dealing with bad moods

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Denial (Steve Rogers x Reader)

does this angst reflect back on me cos i think it does

-Jazz

Song; Heavy by Linkin Park

Request; Ok, so this isn’t on your lyric prompt list, and I hope this is ok with you? Heavy feat kiiara by linkin park. I feel like this is a Steve song? Idk, thoughts on it?

Other characters featured; none 

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Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; lotta angst, bit of swearing

Word count; 1331

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anonymous asked:

I feel bad that dealing with annoying customers has sometimes taken my mood down to the point where I wasn't even very friendly with the good customers. I had a period when everything bothered me so much that I just had a bad attitude, and I feel bad for the customers who didn't deserve that. I've been working hard to improve and I think I've done a lot better lately. But now I'm training for the department with the neediest & meanest customers in the store and I hope I don't lose that progress.

Request: Hi! I have an idea for an imagine and I though I should share with my fav writer on Tumblr: you since you are taking and making amazing Alex’s requests. Well since everyone since to already hate this new girl Alicia I thought that maybe you could write about Alex x reader knowing each other from working during s4 and kinda dating (not officially) and then this new girl comes in for s5 and starts flirting shamelessly with Alex so reader is really jalous but he calms her down, yes? PLEASE!
Note: I hope I did this one right? Don’t know why but I’m not so confident about it, I just don’t want to dissapoint you. So let me know, all of you, release the pressure resting on my heart. ;-) But Enjoy, I certainly did.

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Two weeks of beach and sunshine got you all reloaded for the filming of season five of Vikings that started tomorrow. In the past two weeks you didn’t do anything more than laying at the beach, reading and even did some sight seeing. But how good those hot tempatures maybe were and how proud you was on the little tan you got, you where glad to be home again. You pulled you baggage from the transporter before you walked out of the maze that always seemed to confuse you. When you came at the arrivalgate you saw a figure you probarbly didn’t suspect to see. ‘Are you here for me?’ You asked Alex completly confused. Yes, you texted past two weeks and to be honest, you missed him more than the cat waiting for you home but you really didn’t suspect him to be here waiting for you.
'No, I’m waiting on the old lady over there.’ He pointed. You turned around to an older woman, hugging her husband before you realized that he was joking. 'I’m here for you, yes.’ He corrected himself. You tilted your head, a smile spreading over you face before you wrapped an arm underneath his shoulder to hug him. Yes you missed him, that tight hug said it all. Through the whole filming of season four you kind of grew tighter with Alex. You dated him, on a occasion of two but it was a little unclear of there was friendship of more. But as long as he was around you were glad. 'Next time you run of to the sunset you don’t forget me.’ He placed a greeting kiss on your cheek before pulling your baggage out of your hands. 'What are you doing tonight?’ He asked with that kind of a promesing smile on his lips.
'I’m just back. I’m gonna go home, unpack and take a deep breath before we have our first setday tommorow.’ That last one on a little more excited than you expected it to be.
'Somebody looks forward.’
'Offcourse, missed all of you.’
'Me, the boys and Ida are coming together tonight, you should to.’ He suggested. He didn’t lead you right to a cab but to his own car.
'I’m exhausted.’
'Come on Y/n, I missed you.’ He putted on his puppy face on and you shook you head, looking to him from the other side of the car.
'Fine.’ You smiled, knowing he would harass you until you gave in anyway. He brought you home and picked you right up later that day. Your eyes traveled up to the grey sky remembering how much sunlight you had on your vacation.
'Missing the sun already?’ He joked. You stepped out of the car and looked up to the sky again.
'I’m half freezing to dead being back here.’ You reacted. He wrapped his arm over your shoulder and walked with you inside. Marco jumped the both of you from behind.
'Y/n, next time you go on vacation you tell uss so we can join.’
'You see.’ Alex agreed with his friend.
'I didn’t miss the both of you together.’ You pointed to them. Alex and Marco always were trouble if they hang around with each other. He walked between the two of you and wrapped his arms around you and Alex.
'Back together, you ready?’ Marco asked you. He held you so tight you hardly could move your neck. You putted your thumb up and he released you, giving you a kiss on your cheek before leading you to the others. Ida jumped right from her seat and embraced you tight.
'Glad to have you back. I’m so excited.’
'You’re not alone.’ You said with a promesing look before greeting Jordan to. If you talked about squadgoals, the five of you were. Alex ordered some shots and gave if to each one of you.
'My boys and girls, to season five.’ Alex said with a promessing glare over each one of you. He putted his little glass up and you all ticked it before drinking. To season five.

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TalesFromYourServer: Diary of a Petty Server: The Meatloaf that Got Away

With great service comes great responsibility.

It comes with the territory, pal. I mean, you’re dealing with one of the most hardcore life-driving forces in the fucking universe here: food. On top of that, you’re tasked with delivering this most sacred of nourishment to people in their most delicate state: hunger.

Hunger makes people do fucking weird shit. Like go to bed without eating and wake up as a different person shit. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hangrey type shit. I’ve seen outbursts of food-related madness that had me cowering in fear, fully expecting a demon made of cockroaches and hellspawn to erupt from a humansuit. I’ve witnessed a man go into apoplectic rage at the discontinuation of his favorite promotion, which led him to rip the offending menu to shreds with an assassin’s coldhearted efficiency. To shreds, you say? Aye, to absolute fucking confetti, which he then promptly stuffed into an innocent raspberry lemonade before bailing.

There’s a certain sort of primal anger that overtakes a person when they’re faced with a culinary crisis. But shit, all the world’s a stage, and all the humans merely players, and I’m about to play your mad hungry ass for a fool. Butter you up like a fucking biscuit and then set the record straight. This is me and you vs. the goddamn world, sir. You’re gonna have the epic experience you came here for if I have to douse hell and burn heaven to do it. That soup is cold? Of COURSE I’ll get you a freshie silly, and I’ll be fucking delighted to do so again in twenty minutes when you next extricate your head from your date’s ass. Your hot tea is too hot? I gotchu sir, I’m bout to beat this boiling water’s ass. There’s a stray piece of okra in your fries? We’re writing the goddamn Governor. And then you tuck them in and give them a binky, and they are none the wiser that you’ve successfully tugged the invisible strings connected to both the heart and wallet. Jedi Master of Bullshit strikes again.

I can deal with any fucker in a bad mood. At some point, you will leave, and you will either be touched by my efforts or utterly unmoved, in which case you were determined to be unhappy anyway. But you will be gone, and I will either chuckle or curse you, and that will be it.

If only Cowboy had gotten angry. That, I could nagivate. This…this was a new beast entirely.

Cowboy is a middle-aged gentleman at Table 122, dressed in a sort of bullrider’s chic. In the couple of minutes I spend with him at our introduction, I learn two things: he loves his horse Whisper, and he really loves our meatloaf. He and Whisper have been driving for six hours to get home from a competition, and for six hours he has impatiently looked forward to his prize. “You don’t understand, ma'am,” he says in a drawl. “I. Love. This. Meatloaf.”

Shit, everyone does, it’s fucking delicious. It’s one of the most popular menu items we have. There are days when I serve no other function than being a fucking choo-choo train for meatloaf plates. The more people love it, the more they order. The more they order, the faster we run out. The faster we run out…yeah, well, we’re still cooking the goddamn things at the same pace. The thing about food, it’s gotta cook.

I’ve already spent a fair portion of the day ruining people’s lives over the lack of meatloaf, and I’m not keen to do so again. I get Cowboy’s drink order, and tell him to think on his sides while I go touch base with the kitchen. I have a come-to-Jesus moment with the grill cook, making him bend down and look me in the fucking eye and tell me we have meatloaf. All’s well. Nine orders left for the night. Breathe a sigh of relief, hit up a sweet tea, scream for the 84th time for someone to bloody PLEASE get the To-Go phone, and make tracks for the table.

Cowboy’s tickled pink once I inform him that yes, sir, you can nom those meaty loaves until Kingdom Fucking Come. He fires off his sides and I get it on the books. Wait there, sir, we’re about to make some magic happen.

I return to the kitchen to enter the order, pleased as fucking punch that one of the lazy shitfritters has finally deemed to answer the phone. They finish up and I whip Table 122 into the system.

The ticket has barely chattered out of the machine when I hear the dreaded shout: “86 Meatloaf for the night!” I fly over to the window, mouth agape in horror…and I will be DAMNED!! Absolutely damned I say! Those lazy no-good ass-sucking To-Go creeps have ordered us out of meatloaf. Nine goddamned To-Go Meatloafs, already posing prettily in a line of black plastic containers. Surely eight of the fuckers could have cut off a tiny slice to assemble a decent hunk of meatloaf!

My panic is palpable. This man has been driving the highway for six fucking hours, with nothing to staunch the loneliness except the thought of our mouth watering meatloaf. I would rather be tied to Whisper, doused in lemon juice, and dragged through a field of cacti than go break the news.

Immediately I begin to think of a way out of this shithole. Do I bat my eyes and flirt up the cook? Jack one of the meatloafs and feign ignorance when questioned? Run shrieking out the back door into the night and never look back? All useless. As useless as the sad plate of okra, mac and cheese, and green beans that sits forlornly in the window, no meatloaf to be found.

Jesus hula-hooping Christ. This shit again.

I’m on the verge of a panic attack when the grill cook calls me over. He’s well aware of my everlasting battle with these pepper and onion stuffed fuckers, and in a fit of gallantry, he has found me a hunk of meatloaf. A smaller hunk than portion size calls for, true, but meatloaf nevertheless. I almost burst into tears at the news, and yes, fucking yes, I’ll comp the whole fucking thing and pay for it myself, as long as this man gets a couple of mouthfuls of his ketchup-coated desire. The cook slides the too-small loaf onto the plate of sides and sells the ticket.

I’m immediately aware of why this meatloaf was not counted in the original tally. I know meatloaf, and this meatloaf is all wrong. Not just small, but shriveled. Dry, crusted along the outside. I could have offered this meatolaf to the Donner Party and they still would have eaten each other. On my honor as a server, I cannot serve this to my guest.

It’s with a heavy heart I journey back to Table 122. Cowboy is smiling pleasantly at me, probably assuming I’m coming to check on his tea or assure him that yes, your meatloaf madness will soon be at an end.

There is no such happy ending.

I have the script memorized by heart. I’m insanely sorry, sir, but due to the fact that this meatloaf is, as you know, the best meatloaf fucking ever, we have unfortunately run out. Normally, there are two routes people take when I inform them that their culinary orgasm is not to be: nonchalant acceptance, or blood-vessel-popping rage.

But this…is new.

The denial sets in first. He stares at me blankly, head cocked quizzically to one side, as though unsure he has heard me correctly. “Are…you joking?”

“No sir,” I reply sadly. “If only Whisper had a few teammates, we could get the Delorean up to 88 miles an hour and go back to just before the To-Go phone rang. Can you believe it? Nine meatloafs spoken for in one To-Go order.”

I hope the half-hearted attempt at humor will break him from the haze, but his face remains impassive. “Nine? Nine whole pieces? In one order?”

“Yes, sir,” I reply, admittedly wrong-footed by the distinct disbelief to his tone. Visions of Whisper galloping alongside a minivan race through my head, and of course in the fantasy Cowboy is victorious, lassoing the whole fucking order through the open window. Reality, it seems, is far more dire.

I gently prod Cowboy for a replacement order; in his catatonic state, he rattles off a robotic backup, and I swear to God and sonny Jesus if we don’t have chicken and dumplings I’m burning this fucker to the ground. Ashes, I tell you!

It’s the fastest ticket we’ve ever sold. I shout down the cooks the moment I step into the back, and you can fuck yourself with the ticket for all I care, B. I’ll ring the bitch in when Cowboy is eating and not a goddamned moment before. Less than a minute later, I present Cowboy with his steaming hot dinner, an extra portion of mac and cheese on the side for good measure. He rouses enough to thank me politely, but shit, if I’d just been fucked by the meatloaf gods in such a cruel fashion, I wouldn’t be up for thanking me. Ten minutes minutes later, he’s to the point of a small smile and nod when I ask if everything tastes good. I top off his tea, leave the check, and sincerely wish him a great night.

I sadly return to the kitchen and join the team packing this thrice-damned meatloaf into the To-Go bags. A beep soon alerts us that the party is here to receive their order, and a coworker grumpily humps the three bags up to the cash stand. I trail out behind him, listlessly sorting menus, when I hear a wordless sound of despair. I glance up and freeze.

Cowboy is standing at the cash register, watching with sad eyes as Coworker pulls out and presents each meatloaf plate to the guest for his approval. Despite the fact that he has already paid, Cowboy waits and watches through the whole debacle. As do I.

As the last meatloaf is approved and paid for, Cowboy nods to the burly man now cradling the three steaming sacks. “Enjoy your dinner,” he says in a pleasant voice.

A god among mortals, this man. My heart cannot take much more…but It must, and as I hesitantly check my credit tips a few moments later, I am overtaken. A $10 tip on an $8 ticket. Over 100%.

Godspeed, Cowboy. Whenever you and Whisper may travel next, I fervently hope that there is meatloaf, more meatloaf than you could have ever dreamed possible.

By: DabblesInDirewolves

graysonslittlebird  asked:

I just found your blog and I am like a puppy in a field of daisies OMGG. What are your head canons for when Damian is in a bad mood? How does he/the family deal with it?

Thank you so much!
-He gets very skulky when he did something wrong and is called out on it, leading him to be very snappy and aggressive (well, more so than usual)

-if someone else did something, he’s very vengeful and even more dangerous because it isn’t HIS fault they messed up so why shouldn’t he be pissed off?

-it’s best to steer clear of Damian when he gets like this because once Tim lost the straw grab on who should try to calm Damian and Tim ended up with a knife to the arm

-Often Damian will run off on his own if there’s a mission or something he can’t go on, so Bruce or one of the other kids (whoever is available at the time) makes sure to track him without being discovered

-Damian can also be incredibly petty (Jason is so proud. At least until Damian is petty towards him), so people will get aggressively passive payback that Damian will pretend to be clueless about and just play the “look I’m cute you can’t punch me” card so he can get away with it without punishment (even if he hates acting cutesy)

-The rest of the family will warn each other when Damian gets SUPER pissed because anyone that’s near him when he gets really mad WILL get hurt (Damian always feels a little bad after because he doesn’t usually want to hurt his family too badly, they just got in his way)

Imagine: Helping Victor After He’s Injured

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Requested by Anon: Victor Zsasz x Reader: ”Can you write one shot, where reader is saving Zsasz from the cops when they found and injured him? Dealing with his injuries and bad mood, slowly making him fall for you with your gentleness he never experienced from people before?“ 

Victor Zsasz x Reader: Angst/Fluffy Fluff

Warnings: Profanity.

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Hell and Silence || Chapter Ten

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Word Count: 5,001

Warnings: Swearing, Fighting, Heavy petting

A/N: CHAPTER 10! We’ve reached double digit chapters, guys! Unfortunately, that does mean I’ll be taking this party DOWN TO MY WATTPAD ACCOUNT!!! Fear not, loyal readers- I’ll still update this account letting you guys know if a new chapter of Hell and Silence has been posted there and link the chapter, maybe even update here with imagines but Hell and Silence is my primary focus pretty much. And as I post the chapters, even if you’ve read Hell and Silence before- you might want tor reread. I’ve changed up quite a few things that may seem little, but they have a big impact. OTHER THAN THAT, ENJOY CHAPTER 10. ENJOY MY BBYS VANESSA AND DEREK!!!!!

Chapter One     Chapter Two     Chapter Three     Chapter Four     Chapter Five     Chapter Six     Chapter Seven     Chapter Eight     Chapter Nine



CHAPTER TEN

DEREK

The sun had started to come up, yet I haven’t slept a bit. I’d spent the whole night awake watching Vanessa drift in and out of consciousness, eyelashes fluttering and body twitching every so often. Sometimes she would even hum little melodies- and I didn’t want to miss a second of it.

I ran my fingers through her messy mane of wavy dark hair, watching as the sunlight hit it making it flash a deep reddish color, and making her necklace reflect shimmering bits of purple light into my wooden floors. My thumb had moved to start rubbing the outline of her cheekbone when she started to stir under me. Slowly, Vanessa’s eyelids fluttered open, revealing those gorgeous amber iris’.

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I wonder if, within the first few moments of waking, Bucky ever mistakes the feeling he gets from his metal arm, as his arm simply being numb because he has been slept on funny. But then he realizes. 

Let Daddy Apologize

For the Unnie who has been waiting what seems like forever!! Sorry for the wait, I hope you like it :)

Pairing: Rap Monster x Reader

Genre: Smut

Request: “Can I request a Namjoon smut where he is a teacher and his student is his gf and one day his gf sees him talking to one of the students and thinks his flirting so his gf is ignoring him and Namjoon is confuse and leans to smut. Thanks ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️”

From: @cookiemini4

You entered the school building walking a moderate distance away from Mr.Kim Namjoon also known as Namjoonie your boyfriend. You two had been seeing each other for a while, in secret of course.  You weren’t usually the jealous type but you had an argument this morning and felt extremely anxious about his actions. “Good Morning Miss (Y/S/N)” He said as he held the door opened for you, entering the school with his status instantly changing from boyfriend to teacher.  “Good morning sir” you said bowing at him politely as there where other teachers in the front lounge, you bowed at a few of them before continuing to your locker. The day dragged in, your first period was so boring that you fell asleep for around 40 minutes of it and had to be awoken by your best friend. 

“Geez! (y/n) are you okay?” She asked you concerned, “Yeah, I had an argument with my parents this morning…” You said, not being allowed to tell anyone about your relationship with Namjoon. “Awh again? that sucks…” She said, it seemed like a regular thing to tell her now, between actually fighting with your parents and being annoyed at Namjoon. The bell soon rang and you made your way to the second period class, you knew that Namjoon didn’t have a class at this time however you weren’t focusing on that when the teacher told you to go to the toilet and freshen up, as you weren’t feeling too good. 

You had a lump in your throat and a weight in your stomach in fear that your boyfriend might do something to get back at you for your argument, It seemed impossible but at this point you couldn’t tell. You finally reached the toilet, flipping your long blond hair back into place and powdering your t-zone, making sure you had no smudges or dark circles round your bright blue eyes. You walked back to your class room, having to pass Mr.Kim Namjoon’s class room. You could see him leaning against his door talking to (Insert school slut name here) with a smirk plastered on his face. 

Although you couldn’t hear them you where almost 100% sure that they where flirting and you weren’t happy about it, because of the argument you had earlier that morning you, being the emotional and hormonal teenage girl that you where, began crying. You tried to walk straight passed them however Namjoon seen you and quickly dismissed the girl, calling you into his room for a few minutes. “Hey, whats wrong?” He asked walking over to the door and locking it as you stood at his desk. You scoffed turning away from him, giving him the silent treatment. “Look (y/n), can’t you just tell me why you’re ignoring me?” He asked, grasping your hand, you threw him off in attempt to remain in a bad mood with him. “Look, Namjoon. I can’t deal with this, anytime we argue I go through the same thing. It’s always just before school and It makes me worry that you’re going with different girls. I hate seeing you flirt with that slut too, she doesn’t deserve to talk to you like that. I don’t care if we’re a secret or not DO NOT FLIRT WITH OTHER GIRLS!!!!” you said almost certainly screaming the last part. 

“I wasn’t flirting with her (y/n). She was telling me about the experiment my other class done whilst you and I where in Jeju actually.” He said folding his arms. You rolled your eyes, “Is that so. Why don’t you go to Jeju with her next time then?” you said turning away from him. “Hey, don’t get sassy with me when I’ve done nothing wrong” He said edging closer to you. “Yeah, whatever” you said running a hand through your blonde locks. “Look, I know what’ll make you feel better. I’ll even include a note to tell the teacher you where helping me out.” You turned round at his words, as he walked closer to you snaking his arms around your waist. “I hate you Namjoon.” 

You said as you placed your hands around his neck. “Yeah, try hating me. I dare you” he said leaning down to kiss you. His plump lips as light as feathers on yours. Your kiss instantly became heated, he trailed his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for entrance to your mouth which after a small fight you gave. His tongue entered your mouth, exploring every preregistered crevice. His kiss moved to your neck, pulling your tie off, and unbuttoning your shirt, exposing your collar bones, and the tops of your breasts. His kiss became harsh almost like bites as he kissed from your jawline to your collarbone to your breasts and back up. Your moans where quiet but very difficult hold them back. 

His hands trailed up your skirt, spreading your legs open a bit, rubbing you through your panties before removing them, he turned you round so you where facing away from him. “Tell me what you want me to do to you” he whispered in your ear, sending a chill down your spine. “I wan’t you to touch me, Daddy” You said quietly. “Where do you want Daddy to touch you?” He whispered again, “Take Daddy’s hand and show me” He said placing his large, soft yet rough hands in front of you. You took one of his hands and placed it over your mouth while you placed the other directly above your throbbing heat. “Here, Daddy” You finished. “Oh you mean here” He said, placing the hand over your mouth but taking your sensitive clit and pinching it with his nail, causing you to squeal, however the hand over your mouth managed to stop it being so loud. 

“That’s it, stay quiet while Daddy makes you feel better, princess” He said as he kneeled down, he positioned you to be leaning over the desk slightly, your thighs tickled as stray hairs on his head feathered around, when you felt a tongue up your thighs. You shivered as the wet organ explored your thighs and close to, yet never reaching your heat. Without warning he slammed two fingers into you, you gasped at the sudden pleasure as your legs began to wear out, he sped up with the more moans he earned, you wanted to scream for the roof tops when he curled his fingers, reaching your g-spot but you had to remain calm. 

Your moans where quiet and restricted, in his attempt to push you over the edge his mouth took to your clit, sucking harshly, instantly pleasuring you enough for you to release. He continued to use his lips all over your wet core, licking and sucking on your juices until it the pleasure shuddered over your whole body as you came for the second time. Your legs gave out as your moan strained your throat, you had fallen into Namjoons lap. “I’m not joking, I really do hate you” You said, cuddling closer to him. “You probably hate Namjoon, but you sure as hell love your Daddy” he said smirking, your face turning bright red.

“Hmm, how bout that note now please sir?” You said ignoring his statement. “Here you go” he said handing you a bright yellow post it note. “So i’ll see you tonight?” He asked smirking. “Yup, my house at 8pm, don’t be late” You said blowing him a kiss, finally fixed up as you made your way back to class. You hated what Namjoon could turn you into but you figured, who better els? exactly, no one.

-END-

No One Like Me

Originally posted by yeolhighness

Reader x Chanyeol
NSFW/Angst-ish/Fluff-ish (lol)
Word count: 2.8k

A/N: Hello lovelies! So here is another Chanyeol scenario/fic thing. It’s a sort of post break up/make up scenario. If there are any mistakes I’m so sorry I finished this at like three am today ha. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

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EXO React To Going To See Their Child At School Because They Were Naughty

This is my first EXO Reactions post and I hope its okay and it would be super cool if you guys could send me some requests!!!!

Baekhyun: Baekhyun would be stood trying to keep a serious face while his son’s teacher is explaining what has happened but as soon as he hears his son mumble out a sarcastic comment under his breath he can’t help but break out into a small smile and hold in a laugh (but going back to a serious manner after) as he knows full well what had happened wasn’t his son’s fault and therefore he shouldn’t be mad at him.

Chanyeol: When Chanyeol found out the reason why he had been called down to his daughters nursery he started laughing almost instantly, much to the teachers disgust. However chanyeol didn’t seem to care as he was still laughing on the way out. “I cant believe you poured water over him” Chanyeol giggles, taking hold of his little girls hand and she pouted. “He was being a meanie to me” she huffs, stamping her foot. “I know princess, It’s okay I’m not mad” he says crouching down and placing a kiss on her forehead.

Chen: “Buddy, what have I told you about this?” Chen sighs, crouching down beside his son and he pouts at him. “That I shouldn’t play kiss chase with girls who don’t want to play” he says, crossing his arms and sulking. “But she is pretty daddy!!” he exclaims, jumping up and down and Chen smiles. “I know she’s pretty, but that doesn’t mean you can just grab her” Chen explains and his son nods. “I’m sorry” he says and Chen nods his head. “Hey it’s okay! We just need uncle Sehun to teach you some good aegyo, then you can try and get the pretty girl” Chen winks which makes his son giggle. 

D.O: “You’re in so much trouble when we get home young man, how dare you skip your classes? I thought I taught you better than that” he says sternly to which his son rolls his eyes at him. This only made the the anger bubble inside of D.O even more and he snapped. “Don’t you dare role your eyes at me, you wait until mum finds out that you’ve been skipping classes” he snaps, standing up and pushing his chair in with enough force to make a loud noise. “I’m very sorry Sir for my son’s behavior, I can assure you that he won’t be skipping classes again for a very long time”

Kai: As soon as you told him that your little girl had gotten into trouble at nursery he was straight out the door to go see what had happened. He was more concerned about if his little angel was okay, not what she’d done to get herself into trouble. “Don’t cry” he’d say to her, giving her a smile and taking her into his arms when he arrives. “Daddy’s here now, tell me what happened” he smiles, letting her sit on his lap when they go and speak with the teacher, always hearing his daughters side of the story first.

Kris: “Sorry he did what?” Kris asks and the teacher nods. “I’m so sorry, is the child okay?” he mentions after, completely shocked by his son’s behavior. “She’s just a bit upset, but it’s nothing too bad” She explains and Kris nods again, not really knowing what else to say. “YOU CUT ANOTHER GIRLS HAIR?” Kris yells down the corridor where his son was stood. “You best be pleased I’m not telling your mother about it and you better stay on your best behavior from now on young man”

Lay: “My little unicorn did WHAT?!” he gasps, completely shocked with what the teacher was telling him. Lay wasn’t really listening to what the teacher had to say after that, he was just so shocked that his little girl started a fight in the playground. “I’m very disappointed in you” he would say to her while they’re walking down the corridor and she would just bow her head down, looking towards the ground. “I’m sorry daddy, they took my skipping rope” she whispers and Lay nods, picking her up and leaving a kiss on her head. “It’s okay baby, just please no more fighting okay” 

Luhan: Luhan is a very protective dad. So as soon as he found out his little boy had gotten into trouble at school he dropped everything and rushed down there. When sat at the desk with both the teacher and his son he would notice that his son continued to butt into what his teacher was saying and not being very polite so he would raise his eyebrows at him, trying to get across to him that he needs to be quite and wait for his turn to talk. Luckily he understood and nodded at Luhan, placing a finger on his lips and waited for his turn to explain what had happened.

Sehun: “Wait.. so she started a food fight?” Sehun asks, completely shocked by his daughters behavior and the teacher nodded. “ I’m very upset with you Y/D/N… I thought mummy and I taught you better than that” Sehun says, sitting down beside his daughter after he came out from the office. “But daddy, I was so much fun” she smiles and Sehun sighs. “That’s not the point baby, you made a mess of your classroom and now your teacher has to clean it up, you wouldn’t like it if I threw food in your bedroom would you?” Sehun explains and she just pouts, looking down at the ground and shaking her head.

Suho: We all know that Suho is well known for his high level for maturity when it comes to serious situations. However this time, that maturity seemed to disappear. He was stood in front of his son’s teacher and she held a few sheets of paper in her hand. “I am very sorry for my son’s um.. explicit drawings?” Suho says, trying his best to not laugh but as soon as he looks at the drawings again he starts to laugh; much to the disgust of the teacher in front of him. “I can assure you madame that my son will not be drawing anything like this again, nor will he be spending any more time with alone with Chen” he says, nodding his head but once again, starts to laugh.

Tao: He was already in a bad mood after you sent him out to deal with whatever nonsense had happened at your daughters school this time. He knew full well it would be once again something to do with the group of girls she’s been hanging around with and he really wasn’t in the mood to listen to what they’d argued over this time. “Dad finally, th-” his daughter starts but he shakes his head. “Just let me talk to the head teacher, I haven’t got anymore time for this nonsense” he sighs, rolling his eyes slightly and looking down before walking into the office.

Xiumin: “You’re telling me that she had no right to smack him when you know he was pulling her pigtails and pushing her around? oh yes how dare she stand up for herself after she asked him nicely to stop and leave her alone” Xiumin says, the sarcasm dripping from his tone and the teacher sighs. “Sir that doesn’t give her the rig-” the teacher starts but he cuts him off. “Are you serious? I’m done with this meeting, come on we’re going home” Xiumin says, taking hold of his little girls hand and leaving the room. “Thank you” she mumbles out and just for a few seconds the anger in Xiumin dissolves and he smiles down at her. “No need to thank me, just making sure that no one upsets my princess”

Hot baristas, Starbucks, Cute Deer and Caffe Macchiatos.

Description:

Sehun is a ridiculously attractive and blunt and emotionless barista working at a local coffee shop. He tells himself he doesn’t have time for love, with college and all, nor does he really need it. However, on one fateful day, a cute guy by the name of Luhan steps into the game and begins to frequent at the coffee shop. And, boy is he determined to prove Sehun wrong.

Author: flawless-1802

Genres: Barista!AU, lots of fluff, romance, friendship

Side pairings: Chanbaek, Kaisoo

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‘One regular cappuccino.’

‘An Espresso, thanks. Small size. ’

'A large caramel latte and a regular mocha latte.’

To say Sehun’s life is boring would be an understatement. It’s mundane. It’s repetitive. It’s dull. When he’s not in class or at home studying, he’s here, working at a small but well-known coffee shop to pay for his tuition fee and other expenses. It’s exhausting. It’s tedious.

Sehun wishes he had something to add a bit of spice into his life, but being the unmotivated, blunt asshole that he is, he can’t really be bothered spending any extra effort finding it.

But, as it turns out, he doesn’t have to, seeing as it, or rather, he, found Sehun first.

The first time Sehun saw him was sometime during mid-October. It was an uncharacteristically chilly Saturday evening, but the heating in the cafe managed to combat it. The sky was grey and beginning to darken when he stepped in.

The door opened with its usual soft ring of the bell, bringing with it an icy draft from outside. Sehun’s shift was just about finished and his patience was wearing thin after having to deal with a full day of serving customers, some more demanding than others.

“Welcome to The Coffee Bean. How may I help you?” he greeted monotonously, not even sparing the new customer a glance, not noticing the sudden whispers rising from the people sitting in the cafe, coupled with the occasional giggle.

“One pumpkin spice latte, thanks!” a cheery voice chirped in front of him. Sehun blinked and looked up.

Standing there, dressed in skinny jeans and an oversized grey sweater, a red beanie on a mop of tousled honey hair and a ridiculously attractive smile adorning his face, was possibly the cutest guy Sehun had ever laid eyes upon. His breath hitched for a moment as he stared at the stranger, dumbfounded.

Before reality came crashing back down and snapped him out of his trance. He cleared his throat awkwardly as he regarded the stranger’s order with a small amount of distaste. “You do know this isn’t Starbucks, right?”

The stranger giggled. Giggled. His happy smile never disappearing for a second. Sehun was beginning to dislike this guy more and more, even after his stupid daze at first. No one should be this cheery all the time and it was beginning to wear on his nerves. Sehun was never the most patient of people when dealing with others.

“Of course I know! The Starbucks I usually go to is closed for renovation, so I came here instead! You guys do have Pumpkin Spice Lattes, right?” The innocent, hopeful glimmer in the stranger’s large doe eyes reminded Sehun of a five-year-old. A five-year-old with horrible taste in coffee….

Like most other baristas, Sehun had a healthy contempt for Starbucks coffee.

'If you can really call it that….’ Sehun thought to himself, shivering slightly at the thought of the horrid brown sludge that was Starbucks 'coffee’. “Uh, no. Unfortunately, we don’t.”

The stranger’s expression fell as he pouted in the most adorable way possible. “Really? That’s a shame… Then I guess I’ll just have to have a regular Caffe Macchiato then…” He was still pouting, the disappointment clear in his voice.

This guy….

“That’ll be 5 dollars 80, thanks,” Sehun decided to just get on with it quickly so that he could go home. His shift had now been over for 5 minutes and all he wanted to do was collapse onto his soft, comfortable bed at his dorm….

“Okay!” The baby-faced boy smiled brightly, snapping Sehun out of his thoughts and handing him the exact amount of change. “Thanks!”

“Your drink will be ready in a moment,” Sehun muttered before proceeding to make it, conscious of the stranger’s gaze staring at him.

“What’s your name?” he suddenly asked, smiling happily. Sehun raised an eyebrow. Why does he want to know? It’s on my name tag, idiot.

“Sehun,” he replied curtly, adding just the right amount of steamed milk into the styrofoam cup.

“Really? Well, my name’s Luhan. Nice to meet you!” The caramel haired boy, Luhan, introduced himself, still smiling. Does this guy ever stop smiling? It annoys me… and gives me the creeps.

Placing the lid on the hot beverage, he handed it to Luhan, “Here’s your drink. enjoy,” He said with the littlest amount of enthusiasm as he could. Luhan seemed to pout ever-so-slightly, before he switched back to that irritating smile, leaving Sehun wondering if he was seeing things.

“Okay, thanks! Have a nice night, Sehunnie!” He giggled, his eyes twinkling mischievously, before skipping out of the cafe, leaving Sehun standing in shock.

What did he just call me…?

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The second time he met him was about a week later, on Sunday. Sehun had just finished dealing with a particularly rude customer and was left in a rather bad mood, certainly not one to deal with the happy-go-lucky idiot, so when Luhan stepped into the cafe with the familiar twinkle of the bell, Sehun couldn’t help but groan mentally.

“How may I help you?” His tone was dull and flat and Luhan seemed to notice.

“Everything okay, Sehunnie?”

Sehun scowled. “Please don’t call me that.”

“Eh? But it’s cute!” Luhan pouted. “I like it!”

The other boy merely sighed, running a hand through his bleached blonde hair, too tired to argue. “Whatever. Your order?”

He didn’t care that he was being rude. He was never an overly nice person anyway. Luhan pouted slightly before taking a look at the menu. “Hmm…. I’ll have the same as last time. A regular Caffe Macchiato.”

Sehun nodded, tapping the screen of the computer and accepting the 5 dollars and 80 cents, once again in the exact amount of change. Sehun then proceeded to make Luhan’s drink. After a moment of silence, Luhan piped up, causing Sehun to sigh internally. He wasn’t in the mood for idle conversation. In fact, he was never in the mood for any sort of conversation, really.

“Hey Sehun, are you always this grumpy? Or do I just have the unfortunate luck of catching you whenever you’re in a bad mood?”

Sehun raised an eyebrow, slightly glaring at Luhan, “Excuse me?”

Who does this kid think he is?!

“I’m just kidding!” Luhan giggled, his eyes twinkling with that same mischievous, amused light. “But Sehunnie, you should really lighten up! Kids like you shouldn’t be frowning so much! You’ll get wrinkles!”

“Did you just call me a kid?!” Sehun asked incredulously. This guy barely looks 15, who is he, calling me a kid?

“Mmhm!”

“Excuse me, but I hardly think you’re older than me!” The blonde boy protested. Usually, he wouldn’t be bothered arguing, but this guy seriously drove him up the wall with his constant annoying smile and irritatingly cheerful attitude. And to think Sehun had only met this guy twice!

“I highly doubt it,” Luhan had raised an eyebrow, still smiling. His eyes, however, held a knowing, almost challenging glint, as if he was daring Sehun to say otherwise. “You see, I’m 23.”

He said it with an alarmingly adorable straight face that Sehun had to blink, taking a moment to process what he said.

23?!?

This guy looks 15! How the hell is he 23!?

“I’m telling the truth!” Luhan seemed to notice the other boy’s dubious expression. “I’ve got a bit of a baby face, but trust me, I’m a real manly man!”

He did not just call himself a manly man….

“Says the guy who tried ordering Pumpkin Spice Latte….” Sehun muttered quietly to himself, before shaking his head. “Whatever. Here’s your order. Enjoy.”

Luhan pouted, but he accepted his drink. “I’ll prove it to you, Sehunnie!” he declared, attracting the attention of many people in the cafe. Sehun glowered at him slightly, looking around apprehensively. “I’ll prove to you I’m a manly man!! Just you wait!”

“Sir… you’re-”

“Anyway, bye bye Sehunnie! I’ll be back again!” Luhan waved cheerily before skipping out of the shop without another word, leaving multiple people to stare at Sehun, as if it was his fault the happy-go-lucky idiot was so loud.  He took a deep breath and tried to regain his calm, cool attitude. It worked, to a certain degree.

“Hey, Sehun. You alright?” a deep voice asked. Sehun looked up to see Chanyeol, his freakishly tall colleague and friend. He was staring at Sehun with kind, concerned eyes and Sehun nodded silently, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples.

“I’m fine…just, let me have a moment to calm down. Otherwise, I’m worried I might chase after that guy and murder him.”

“Who was he, anyway?” Chanyeol asked, sounding interested. “I think I saw him here last time, too.”

“No one… Just a guy with horrible taste in coffee…” Sehun muttered, back to normal with his usual cool, uncaring demeanour.

Chanyeol raised an eyebrow but remained silent. His eyes said it all.

Sehun arrived home that night utterly exhausted. The shop had been unusually busy and one of the other workers had called in sick, leaving just Chanyeol, Sehun and Suho, another friend and the manager of the shop.

“Woah, you look like shit,” the annoying voice of his roommate and best friend commented as he collapsed onto the couch.

“Fuck off, Kai,” Sehun mumbled into the cushion on the couch, burying his face into it.

“Rough day?”

“Mrggh,”

“You alright?”

“Mm,”

“Anything interesting happen?”

For a brief moment, the annoying idiot, Luhan, flashed into his mind before he pushed it away. “No.”

He heard Kai sigh, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, 'Unresponsive asshole.’ before walking off, dodging the cushion Sehun threw at him.

The blonde boy sighed, unwillingly dragging himself off the couch and towards his shared room with Kai, cursing at his aching body and stiff muscles.

The other boy was already perched on his bed, typing away on his phone, ignoring Sehun as he sauntered into the room.

After a moment of silence, Kai looked up, a small, silly smile on his face. “I saw Kyungsoo today.”

“Good for you,” came Sehun’s incredibly unenthusiastic response. Kai scowled, throwing a pillow and Sehun, who didn’t even bother dodging and just lay there on his bed, eyes closed.

Do Kyungsoo was in the year above Kai and Sehun and the long-time secret crush of the former’s. He was a nice guy, Sehun acknowledged, but a bit scary, if he was honest. But Kai absolutely adored him, so Sehun supported his best friend.

After a while, Kai seemed to get the message that Sehun was in no mood for conversation, and kept quiet, shutting off the light and turning on his bedside lamp so that Sehun could sleep more peacefully. He may be an asshole, but he did care for Sehun just a little bit.

Slowly, Sehun drifted off to sleep, dreaming about honey coloured hair, maroon beanies and Pumpkin spice lattes.

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As promised, Luhan was back a few days later, sporting that familiar annoying grin. Sehun resigned himself to serving him again, silently cursing Chanyeol who just had to go on break a few minutes prior.

“Sehunnie!” Luhan chirped, bouncing over to the counter. “How are you?”

“Spectacular,” he replied flatly. “Order?”

“Same thing as last time, thanks!”

“5.80.”

Luhan pouted as he handed Sehun the exact amount again. “Are you unhappy to see me? You sound so unenthusiastic…”

Well, I’m not exactly jumping out of joy….

“I’m sorry, this is just my normal voice. I can’t do anything to change that.” Sehun replied, still in that same dull tone.

“Oh, ok! So I’m not annoying you by coming?” he was smiling that annoying smile again.

Yes.

“Not at all,”

“That’s good to hear!”

“Here’s your drink, Enjoy.”

“Thanks!”

However, instead of leaving like he usually did, he skipped over to an empty booth and sat down. Sehun raised an eyebrow at his action, but decided to ignore him.

A few minutes later, he found his eyes unconsciously wandering over to the honey-haired boy, only to find him already staring back already. He caught his eye for a moment before tearing his gaze away, berating himself for getting distracted.

Over the next hour, Luhan stayed at the cafe, staring intently at Sehun, driving him nuts. Even Chanyeol noticed and sent Sehun a suggestive wiggle of eyebrows and a pointed glance in Luhan’s direction, which was promptly ignored.

However, Sehun couldn’t help but allow his eyes to stray every now and then to where Luhan was sitting. Every time he did, Luhan would perk up and wave enigmatically, smiling happily, causing Sehun to immediately look away.

Every time he did, Luhan smiled.

Cute.

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Slowly, over the next few weeks, Luhan’s presence became a constant thing. He came almost every day, sometimes staying for a few minutes, sometimes for a few hours. Sehun’s colleagues began referring to him as 'Sehun’s Customer’, much to the embarrassment of the 19-year-old maknae. Luhan would always make an effort to stay and chat for a bit, asking some questions while telling some stories about his own life. Although the conversations were continued with great reluctance at first, Sehun began to learn more about the boy, like how he had a borderline addiction for caffeine and how he adored cats and how he liked extra froth in his macchiato.

It became almost a habit of Sehun’s to have a cup of Caffe macchiato, brewed just the way he knew Luhan would like, ready the moment the cheery boy stepped through the doors, handing it to him without a word the instant he approached the counter. It always brought a happy grin to Luhan’s face and Sehun couldn’t deny that he felt the tiniest burst of warmth at the sight of his annoying smile and energetic 'thanks!’.

Almost without Sehun realising, he began to anticipate Luhan’s daily visits, immediately perking up whenever he stepped into the room. Over the course of a month, they had slowly become friends, and although Sehun was reluctant at first, he began to enjoy Luhan’s visits.

One day, Luhan had decided he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Oh Sehun!” He exclaimed loudly, drawing the attention of many other customers trying to enjoy their afternoon coffee. He stormed up to the counter and pouted angrily (is that even possible?) at the surprised Sehun.

“What?”

“I’ve had enough!”

“Of what? Coffee?” Sehun looked bewildered. What had he done? Where did this sudden angry Luhan come from?

“No, you idiot!” Now Luhan also looked exasperated. “I’ve visited you every day for about a month now and yet you still haven’t asked!”

“Asked for what!? Your phone number!?”

“Yes!”

“….”

“Wait, what!?” Sehun blinked rapidly. “I was kidding!”

Luhan scowled. “Well, I’m serious! I’ve waited for far too long! I’m getting impatient!”

Sehun stared at him for a moment longer, before returning to his work, totally ignoring him, much to the shock and indignation of the other. “Yah! I’m talking to you here! Give me your phone number!”

Sehun raised an eyebrow, “And what if I don’t want to give it to you?”

“Sehuuuuun!”

The blonde boy hid a smile behind a cool exterior. “You’ll have to prove your worth if you want it. I don’t give out my phone number to just anybody.”

“But I’m not just anybody! I’m Luhan, you’re one and only loyal best friend!”

A loud cough was heard nearby and both boys glanced over to Chanyeol, who was staring at them pointedly. “One and only best friend?”

Sehun rolled his eyes. “You don’t count.”

“Yah!”

“Anyway,” Sehun turned back to Luhan, ignoring the indignant cries of a certain lanky giant behind them. “No, I’m not giving you my number.”

Luhan pouted adorably, giving Sehun puppy dog eyes. The latter rolled his eyes. “Puppy dog eyes don’t work on me.”

The petite, honey-haired boy could only sigh, giving up for now. “Fine. I’ll just have the usual…”

Sehun hid another smile at the other’s adorable dejected expression. “That’s 5 dollars 80, thanks.”

Luhan remained silent during the entire time Sehun made his coffee, which was a first. Luhan was still pouting and the latter eventually sighed, grabbing a black marker.

When Luhan took his drink to his usual booth, missing Sehun’s grin and still pouting, he didn’t notice the small message scrawled onto the side of his cup in black marker.

It wasn’t until he had settled down until he noticed it. When he did, he broke out into a large smile and looked up at Sehun, who was grinning at him from across the counter. The blonde boy smirked lightly, causing Luhan’s heartbeat to quicken, before he turned away to serve another customer, much to the smaller boy’s disappointment. He looked back down at the cup and smiled.

'I know this isn’t Starbucks and we don’t usually write little messages or names on the cup, but I think I can make an exception just this once.

-Sehun, your one and only loyal best friend (and barista)

And written below was a series of numbers, which Luhan eagerly added to his phone, under the contact name 'Sehun, my favourite barista’.

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By the time Sehun learned what Luhan’s name meant, he had loosened up completely, now totally comfortable with the honey-haired Hyung.

“Eh? So your name means deer?” Sehun asked, a mischievous smile lingering on his lips. Luhan nodded happily.

“Yeah, my mum gave it to-”

“Ludeer,”

Luhan trailed off, blinking at Sehun, who was grinning cheekily at the other boy. “Sounds cute, no?”

“W-what did you just call me?!” Luhan all but shrieked at the horrendous nickname.

Sehun tilted his head innocently. “You don’t like it?”

“Not at all!”

“Eh? But it’s cute! I like it!” Sehun pouted mockingly, reusing Luhan’s words against him. Damn, revenge felt nice.

Luhan narrowed his eyes at Sehun, whose smile was threatening to break through, feeling as though his leg was being pulled.

“Don’t push it, Sehunnie,”

“Eh? I have no ideer what you’re talking about.”

“Sehun!” Luhan pouted.

“Yes, my deerest Ludeer?” Sehun smiled smugly at Luhan’s flustered expression.

“D-Don’t call me that!” Luhan whined.

“Aw, but I find it a very endeering nickname, no?”

“Aishh! I’ve had enough!” Luhan stormed off to his usual booth, the adorable pout still on his face, the tips of his ears red as he heard Sehun’s laughter following him. He looked down at his cup of coffee and saw another message.

'My deer Luhan,
Revenge is sweet.
-Sehun, your deerest barista’
PS. Now stop calling me Sehunnie.

“OH SEHUN!!”

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“You really need to show me this 'Oh Sehun’ you keep rambling about,” Byun Baekhyun, Luhan’s best friend and roommate, said. Luhan and Baekhyun were currently out for lunch and all Luhan had been talking about was the infamous 'Oh Sehun’. “I need to see if he’s really worth my little Hannie.”

Luhan smiled his sweet, dreamy smile. “He’s perfect, Baek! His blonde hair, his eyes, his smirk…”

“Geesh, you sound like a lovestruck teenage girl,” Baekhyun wrinkled his nose. “I need to find this Oh Sehun and ask him what he’s done to my Hannie.”

“Maybe I am in love…” Luhan sighed dreamily. Baekhyun rolled his eyes.

“I don’t doubt it, the way you’ve been talking about him for the past 2 hours…” he muttered to himself. He then sighs. “Just… be careful, Luhan.”

Met with Luhan’s questioning stare, Baekhyun elaborated. “I don’t want you getting hurt, and from what you’ve described, this Sehun guy sounds like an asshole.”

Luhan laughed lightly. “Oh, he is. But he can also be very cute and sweet.”

Baekhyun shrugged. “Whatever you say.”

The honey haired boy suddenly perked up. “Hey, I know! Let’s go visit him now!”

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow. “Now?”

“Yes! Come on!” Without wasting another moment, the enigmatic boy dragged his friend out, eager to see his beloved Sehunnie.

“Sehunnie!” he burst through the doors with his usual extravagant flair. The said boy raised his head to see Luhan this time dragging someone else by the hand. He furrowed his eyebrows at the sight, feeling something in the pit of his stomach. He shook the feeling off when Luhan skipped over, smiling that familiar smile that made Sehun’s heart flutter every time he saw it.

Wordlessly, he handed Luhan his usual coffee and gestured at his friend, who was studying him carefully, making him a tad uncomfortable. “And what can I get for your friend…?”

“Oh, I’ll just have the same,” The brunette stranger replied, still scrutinising Sehun closely. The blonde boy nodded awkwardly. “That’ll be 11 dollars 60.”

“Hey Sehun, do you know where….” Chanyeol trailed off when he noticed Luhan. Or more accurately, the guy standing next to Luhan. “Woah…

Sehun rolled his eyes, unimpressed while Baekhyun stared at the lanky giant.

Luhan beamed. “This is my best friend, Byun Baekhyun!”

Sehun raised an eyebrow, pretending to look affronted. “And I thought I was your one and only best friend?”

Baekhyun raised an eyebrow back and scoffed, “One and only? Please, if anything, I’m the one who deserves that title. I’ve known Hannie since we were little!”

Sehun scowled slightly and Baekhyun smirked. So Sehun was the possessive type, he thought to himself. He continued nonchalantly, “But I guess I’ll allow it for now, considering how excited my Hannie was to see you today.”

Luhan’s face exploded in red as he pouted at Baekhyun. “Baaaaek! How could you say that!?”

Sehun was now smirking. “Is that right, Hannie?”

As Sehun continued to tease Luhan, earning much blushing and embarrassed whining from the latter, Baekhyun turned to the lanky giant, who was still staring.

“You done checking me out?” he asked casually, snapping the other out of his daze and causing him to blush heavily.

“S-Sorry! I-I didn’t mean to s-stare!” He stuttered. “I-I was just…”

Baekhyun smirked, finding the lanky giant kinda cute. Not that he would admit it out loud. “So what’s your name?”

“Ch-Chanyeol…Park Chanyeol.” he rubbed his neck awkwardly. “N-nice to meet you.”

Baekhyun’s smirk widened. “I see. It was nice to meet you too, Chanyeol. See you around!”

He whirled around, dragging Luhan with him as they settled into the booth. “Eh, I guess he’s passable.” He commented, glancing at Sehun, who was still grinning slightly. His gaze wandered over to Chanyeol, whose face was still red as he glanced over to where they were sitting. They locked gazes and Baekhyun smirked. Chanyeol immediately looked away, causing Sehun, who noticed the exchange, to roll his eyes and slap him on the back, much to the former’s chagrin.

“You like him?” Luhan’s question drew his attention back to the honey-haired boy, who was smiling excitedly. “Chanyeol is a nice guy…”

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “Of course not. He’s too tall, and he’s awkward and- oh, don’t give me that look!”

Luhan laughed out loud, obviously not believing a word he was saying. “Whatever you say, Baek.”

The brunette merely huffed, sipping on his coffee in embarrassment. He internally sighed in appreciation. 'At least Sehun can make decent coffee…nothing like the horrid sludge Luhan used to have back at Starbucks…’

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Luhan smiled softly. “Sehun makes the best coffee.”

“Mmm, I guess it’s better than that Starbucks stuff you had. I can’t believe they can even call it coffee…” Baekhyun shivered as Luhan giggled.

“So you approve of him” Luhan looked at Baekhyun with such a hopeful look, the latter could only sigh.

“How can I not when you’re looking at me like that?” Luhan beamed at his best friend’s words, causing the latter to smile too.

Unaware that he just caused a certain lanky giant to have a mini heart-attack.

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It was one of those days where Luhan had nothing to do, so he sat himself in one of the comfortable booths where he had a clear view of Sehun and pulled out a book, reading quietly while sipping his coffee, sighing in appreciation at the warm beverage, made just for him by the one and only Sehun.

“One Caffe Macchiato, thanks!” A high-pitched, girly voice drew Luhan’s attention. He looked up from his book to see a girl around Sehun’s age, standing before the counter, smiling flirtingly at Sehun, twirling a strand of her hair. Luhan narrowed his eyes. He was aware of how attractive Sehun was, and it was bound to attract some female attention, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed the sight of them flirting with his Sehun. Usually, after seeing how unresponsive Sehun was, they gave up pretty quickly. Luhan hoped that would be the case here, too. Luhan usually wasn’t the possessive type, but if riled up… well, let’s just pray whoever comes in between him and his beloved Sehunnie has health insurance and the ambulance at speed dial.

“That will be 5 dollars 80, thanks,” Sehun replied monotonously, seemingly unaffected by the obvious cleavage the girl was displaying. The girl noticed his lack of attention and pouted, leaning over the counter and smiling wider.

“So, Sehun, is it?” She asked. “How long have you been working here? How have I never noticed a cutie like you?”

She winked and Luhan scoffed. How obvious can you get?

Sehun just stared at her for a moment, before ignoring her comment and handing her her drink. “Here’s your order. Have a nice day.” Luhan had to stop himself from sniggering at his response, feeling slightly proud of his Sehunnie.

The girl. however, refused to back off. “So, uh, a few friends of mine are going out this Friday… and I was wondering…”

Luhan frowned. This girl obviously doesn’t know when to give up.

Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he strolled over to the counter, a casual smile plastered on his face.

“Sehunnie!” he called out, purposefully loudly, drawing the attention of both of them. The girl looked rather pissed that someone had interrupted her, while Sehun just raised an eyebrow. “So about our dinner date this Friday…”

He hid a smirk at the girl’s shocked expression. “W-What?”

Luhan turned around, feigning surprise. “Oh, hi! Didn’t see you there! Are you a friend of my Sehunnie’s?”

“Ah, w-well, no. I-I was just….” Luhan enjoyed the sight of her being so flustered as she walked off, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. Sehun looked at Luhan with another raised eyebrow.

“Was that necessary?” He asked, a touch exasperated, but Luhan believed he saw a flash of amusement hidden in his dark brown eyes.

“Yes! Did you see her?! She was shoving her chest at you!”

“I could have handled it.” Luhan thought he could hear the teasing tone of his voice.

“Hmph, I know! I was just…”

“Just what?” Sehun was definitely grinning now. Luhan glared at him while pouting.

“Aish! Nothing! It was nothing!”

One thing Sehun learnt over the months was that Luhan was incredibly childish. And stubborn. He let out a soft chuckle and ruffled his hair gently.

“So, about our dinner date this Friday….?” He grinned when Luhan’s eyes widened and his cheeks exploded with a dark blush.

“Th-That was nothing! I-I was just trying to-”

“Oh, so you don’t wanna go out this Friday?”

“No-Yes! No, I mean… I don’t know!”

Sehun gave a small chuckle. “Alright then… How’s 7 o'clock at Henrick’s?”

Luhan’s mind blanked. Was Sehun… asking him out?!

The blonde raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

“I guess I could make it….” Luhan tried to hide his excitement by putting on a cool facade that fooled absolutely nobody.

Sehun laughed lightly and it was like music to Luhan’s ears. “I’m honoured that you would take time out of your busy day to go out with me.”

Luhan blushed heavily, to the point where he looked like a tomato. “I guess I’ll see you there…”

Sehun smiled warmly and it took Luhan’s breath away. “Now I need to get back to work, otherwise Suho will kill me.”

Luhan merely smiled, leaning over the counter to give Sehun a light kiss on the cheek. Even he was surprised at his own boldness. Sehun’s eyes widened as he stared at Luhan, his cheeks flushed.

“See you then!”

Sehun watched as Luhan skipped out of the cafe, reaching up to feel his cheek where Luhan’s lips had just pressed against. The skin was still tingling and his heart was pounding.

He clenched his fist in determination as he hurried to the staffroom, untying his apron and dashing out of the cafe, ignoring the smug smiles Suho and Chanyeol sent him as he dashed towards the door. Both of them saw what happened and didn’t bother stopping him.

“Luhan!” he called, running after the honey-haired boy. He realised Luhan was wearing the same maroon beanie he had the first time they met and smiled at the irony. “Luhan, wait!”

The said boy turned around, surprise written over his features. “Sehun?”

Sehun skidded to a halt in front of him, panting slightly from his mad dash, Luhan looking up at him with wide, inquiring eyes. Eyes the blonde barista had fallen in love with.

“Luhan,” Sehun murmured, his breathing slowing down. “I’m by no means a romantic guy, so I’ll only say this once, okay?”

Luhan’s head tilted in confusion. “Sehun? What are you talking about?”

“I…. I’m glad you came into our cafe that day and ordered that stupid Spice Pumpkin Latte…”

The honey haired boy’s eyes widened. “Sehun, wha-”

The rest of his sentence was cut off as Sehun gently placed his lips on Luhan’s. The latter’s eyes widened further (if that was even possible) as he stared a Sehun’s closed eyes, shock shutting off his senses except for the feeling of the pair of soft, warm lips pressed against his own. Before he had a chance to respond, however, Sehun pulled away. He smiled down at Luhan, his eyes looking dazed.

“What I’m trying to say is… I like you… a lot.”

Luhan’s face reddened as he stepped into his embrace, hiding his face in the crook of Sehun’s neck. “You’re supposed to say that before the kiss!”

Sehun laughed breathlessly. “I guess I just got impatient.”

If possible, Luhan’s face turned even redder. “Idiot.”

Sehun drew away, tilting Luhan’s face up with his hand before leaning in again, lips hovering over his, an inch apart.

“I still haven’t heard your answer,”

Luhan blinked in confusion before his eyes cleared. He laughed softly, grabbing Sehun’s face and pulling him closer, closing the gap and surprising Sehun.

He loved the way his lips molded perfectly against Sehun’s. He loved the way Sehun pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around his waist and gently placing a hand on his cheek. He loved the way Sehun tasted like coffee as he pressed his face closer, wanting more.

When they broke apart again, both were panting slightly. Luhan leaned his forehead against Sehun’s, staring into his eyes. “Idiot, I’ve liked you since the beginning.”

Sehun smiled, still managing to take his breath away even after so long. “I’m glad to hear it.”

Before he leaned in and kissed him once again.

The first of many more to come.

The End.

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Extra:

“Baekhyun! I need your help!” Luhan cried desperately. “I’ve got a date with Sehun and I don’t know what to wear!”

The said boy sat on Luhan’s bed calmly as he watched Luhan rummage through his closet. “Calm down. Sehun will like you no matter what you wear. In fact, I bet Sehun will like it even more if you don’t wear anything-”

“Baekhyun!” Luhan’s face was red. “D-don’t say that!”

The brunette boy raised an eyebrow. “And why not?” He smirked slightly. “You know it’s true.”

Luhan gave Baekhyun a disapproving look, despite the red painting his cheeks. “Shut up!  Now, what should I wear?”

Baekhyun groaned and stood up. “You know what? Just wear that navy button up shirt with jeans. No need to be formal. It’s Hendricks, after all.”

“But I don’t wanna be too casual, y'know, or else Sehun might think I don’t care about the date and I want to impress him and all, but I also don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard. And, oh, I just want it to be perfect for our first date, but I don’t even know what to wear, Baekhyun help me-”

“God, kill me now.”

Some distance away, Sehun was going through the same dilemma.

“Kai, help me! I don’t know what to wear!”

“I still can’t get over the fact that you actually managed to get a date in the first place,” the boy commented as he watched Sehun panic over an outfit. “and the fact that you’re actually worrying about it.”

“Of course I’m worrying over it!” Sehun exclaimed, frustrated at Kai’s lack of assistance. “It’s our first date! I want it to be perfect!”

“Just wing it.”

What?!”

“That’s what I did with Kyungsoo. He seemed pretty happy.”

A few weeks ago, Kai finally managed to muster up the courage to ask Kyungsoo out on a date and much to his elation, he accepted. Kai had come home that night, a dazed expression on his face while Sehun watched, amused.

“But I’m not like you. I can’t improvise very well,” Sehun protested and almost immediately regretted it.

“Well, no one is as fabulous as I am,” Kai did an extravagant hair sweep, dodging the shirt Sehun threw at him. “Look, you’re a chill guy. Just be casual!”

Sehun raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“Just act chill with whatever you end up wearing,”

“I don’t get it,” Sehun told him flatly, turning around. “Whatever. You are no help whatsoever.”

Kai groaned. “I can’t believe you. You’re supposed to be smart. How do you not even understand what I’m saying?! You know what? Just wear a shirt and jeans or something! Wear a coat so you don’t look casual, but not like you’re attending a fucking wedding.”

Sehun paused. “That’s actually a good idea. Thanks, Kai. Knew I could count on you.”

“I can just feel the sincerity radiating off you,” Kai rolled his eyes sarcastically. “Now hurry up or you’ll be late!”

“Oh shit-”

Epiphany

I wasn’t sure why I hated the Closing Shift so much. Nor was I sure why my mood abruptly dropped down in the gutter around 11pm. A lot of the time it has to do with the people; I can’t stand some of the people, but tonight I liked everybody who was there. Some of my favorite people were there. I was on Drive Through, but I’ve been trying to have a better attitude about that of late, and we weren’t that busy anyway, so it wasn’t that. It’s not the late hour, because I’m always up that late.

But I figured it out.

I was talking to Chris about something surprisingly serious (and finding more reasons to empathize with him, which I really didn’t need), and it dawned on me. When it’s night time, I tend to get very serious and introspective. It’s normally not a problem, but when I have to talk to other people, in person, it often makes me think about life. And that’s a problem.

Because life depresses the fuck out of me.

This is why I write, why I read, why I spend all my free time occupying my mind with SOMETHING, because every time I think about the future, my plans, what the fuck I’m going to do with my life, I just get this really big pit in my stomach because no matter what happens, I’m screwed. I have no way out that isn’t bad. And I’ve already decided what has to happen, but it scares the shit out of me. So I don’t want to think about it. I avoid it. And at night, talking with people at these hours, it suddenly gets a lot harder.

So I’m pretty sure that’s why I hate closing. And it has nothing to do with the work or the people. It’s just the way my fucking mind works. And I don’t like it. At all.

Because I’m lonely right now. And depressed. And I kinda want to cry.

Jealous Bidders

a/n: Man, I’m really sorry that I haven’t updated in months. I’ve been in a slump, and with college around the corner, things have been super hectic  (◕︵◕) 

But anyway, I do hope you guys like this piece! Since I haven’t written in a while, I might be rusty, but thanks for sticking with me this long  (●´ω`●) ! You guys are great :D

Soryu’s headcanon was inspired by this piece by @otomeden. Please check out her stuff. They’re great!  ♥‿♥


Eisuke:

          Eisuke was not amused.

          What started out as a simple outing to his private beach became a full-blown volleyball game, courtesy of Baba. His childish competitive streak got himself dragged into Baba’s stupid idea of a 3-on-3 match. The worst part about all this was that his team was losing, and Eisuke Ichinomiya never loses. He, Baba, and Ota have already lost two consecutive rounds.

          Still, what really got on Eisuke’s nerves was the fact that she and Soryu were an abnormally great team—no, scratch that—they were a deadly duo hell-bent on victory.

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You're it for me

Request: you and Michael have been dating a bit and he wants to meet your parents but you’re scared bc they’re strict when it comes to tattoos and stuff so you always avoid the subject until you guys get into a little argument bc he thinks you aren’t happy/confident in dating him

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“Where did you get this?” Michael asks, scrounging his nose up at the sweater you’re wearing.

“Don’t diss it,” you pout, hugging yourself, “my mom knit it for me and it’s really comfy and warm okay?”

He nods, a ghost of a smile passing on his lips before he puts his arms around your waist and hugs you from behind.

“She sounds awesome,” he says before pressing a kiss to your neck, and you cringe because under his light tone is a more serious one.

Michael and you have been dating for about six months now, and he still hasn’t met your parents. You met his even though they live on the other side of the planet and you know how much family means to him. He keeps asking and making references and you keep making up excuses, but you know one day he’ll explode.

But the thing is, you’re afraid of making him meet your parents. Of course you love him to bits and would like nothing more than for him to become part of your family the way you have with his, as Karen seems to have adopted you, but it’s not that simple. Michael has piercings and tattoos and dyed hair and dropped out of school to tour the world with his guitar…he’s just a far cry from the good guy with a stable job and a higher education that your strict parents have always dreamed you’d end up with.

You’re scared of their reaction because you’ve learned to ignore their ranting whenever you do something that they deem to be “irrational” or “ridiculous”, but you don’t think you could deal with them criticizing the most important thing in your life right now, that is your relationship with Michael.

“She’s cool,” you answer neutrally after too long a pause.

He is silent for a bit before retracting his arms from around you. Instantly you miss his warmth, especially when he turns to face you and there’s a frown on his face that tells you he’s not letting go this time.

“When am I going to meet them, Y/N?”

“I don’t know, Mike, they’re out of the country right now.”

“That didn’t stop you when we visited my family in Oz,” he retorts immediately, and your heart sinks as you feel an argument coming in.

“I just, I don’t know, it seems like such a milestone,” you say softly, trying to rescue the situation from an impending disaster. “I’m just nervous.”

“You weren’t that nervous when we met my parents Y/N,” he says immediately, the words angry. “I don’t understand what the difference is.”

“It’s just not the same, it feels more real somehow. I just don’t think I’m ready.”

His eyes widen in hurt before narrowing again.

“So my parents are less important than yours? And what do you mean you’re not ready? I thought…I thought we were in it for good?”

You see the insecurity in his eyes and the slightest bit of fright in his voice and your heart breaks. The truth tumbles out of your mouth before you can word it correctly.

“It’s just that you have piercings and tattoos and you’re not the Ivy League person that they want for me.”

He is completely still as he stares at you for a few seconds, and then he swallows hard and you know, you just know you fucked up big time.

“Is that…is that what you think too?” Michael asks, clearing his throat to ward off he vulnerability in his voice and continuing in a hard, cold tone. “I’m not good enough for you, is that it? Are you embarrassed of me, is that why you don’t want to introduce me to your parents? Because I’m just a fling who’s good enough for some time so you can feel like you’re living on the edge, but not good enough to actually be committed with?”

“Michael what are you even saying? I met your parents of course you’re not just a fling to me!”

“Well apparently it wasn’t that important to you! Fuck I can’t believe I let this get this far!” He yells.

“Mike that’s not what I meant and you know it! God, come on, you know I’m in love with you!”

By now it’s a full-on screaming match and there are tears welling up in your eyes because you’ve always hated confrontation and you can’t deal with this.

“I don’t know jackshit except that you’ve been stringing me along and getting all the advantages of being in a relationship with a famous person without ever investing yourself!”

It’s a low blow and it hits you square in the face. You know that’s just how Michael is when he’s hurt; he’s always had trouble dealing with his feelings which often leads him to be in a bad mood, but it’s never been as bad as now as he’s throwing your love back to your face and your heart is beating so painfully in your chest.

“Mikey…” You say softly, trying to make him realize that you’re not okay with what he’s saying, but he continues as if he hasn’t heard you.

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