You sip your coffee and shift on the stool underneath
you. The smell of cooking bacon and
fresh brewed coffee is heavy on the air, and draws your eyes back to your
boyfriend’s back in the kitchen in front of you. You lean your elbows on the counter and study
him, still not quite believing what you’re seeing. He’s making breakfast. Bucky Barnes is making you breakfast. It’s so domestic, so unlike him, so goddamn
attractive. You can’t help but
stare. At the way he looks in just a
pair of tight boxers, his back bare. At
the way his metal arm catches the early morning light through the window over
Please fire me. I’ve started working as a waiter 4 years ago with no experience at all. After 3 years I wanted to learn to draw on coffee. It took me 1 year to learn everything from YouTube, but now I can make some really good latte art, and I love it.
Then one day my boss told that I’m not allowed to do any latte art because this is not what other coffeo shops have, so neither will we. Isn’t it better when your worker wants to be better? Isn’t it better that you have something that others in coffee shops don’t have?
Relationship headcanons for shindou, aizawa, and todoroki ^^ thank you for taking your time to do this request!
Secretly likes it when you greet him with your small hands covering his eyes, leaning down and whispering “guess who?” into the whirl of his ear with a bright smile plastered on your face. He always takes a moment to humorously wonder who it could be, before guessing that it’s you. Once he had guessed correctly, he loves that you’d place a firm kiss on his cheek before coming to his line of vision.
There are times where you will find Shindou looking over at you out of the blue, and has this enormous goofy smile on his face and casually tells you that he loves you. He laughs very affectionately when your cheeks start to color a crimson hue and ask him where that came from, but he tells you that it just felt right to say it and that you make him happy in a way that no one else can, and he loves you for that.
Shindou seems to really enjoy affections that come in many different forms. Whether it’s big or small, somewhere public or behind closed doors. He always finds himself enjoying your friendly initiative to link your arms around his, pressing his soft lips to your utterly kissable cheeks, indulging you to a warm standing embrace upon first meeting, and holding each other closely like it’s his last night on Earth under the covers together. He enjoys it all very much and honestly can’t get enough of it.
Prefers to have dates in the comfort of his apartment with your favorite takeout place and a movie playing behind the scenes while you both cuddle underneath a warm blanket and feed each other the things in your meal that the other person likes. Aizawa doesn’t have anything against going out for dates, but he feels the most comfortable when it’s just the two of you and there’s no one else around to interrupt his casual night in.
Sunny mornings with a rich aroma of fresh coffee brewing in a pot and the scrumptious smell of pancakes, eggs, and bacon filling the air of his apartment are one of his favorite things to wake up to. Although he appreciates you getting up early in the morning to cook him breakfast, he tells you that you don’t have to go through the trouble of doing it so often. While you’re cooking you’ll also find yourself being wrapped in his arms when you least expect it as well.
Aizawa doesn’t think that you’re awake when he gets in bed most nights after he’s done with his hero job, but every single night when he lays down beside you, he kisses you on the shoulder and tucks the covers around you to ensure that you’ll keep warm throughout the night. And it’s the little things that he does that makes you feel a tingly sensation in your stomach and makes you fall deeper in love with him.
Todoroki always thinks you become this adorable lump of sleepy in the morning or after taking nap, always murmuring to give you five more minutes as you’d roll over to curl into a ball and pull the blanket over your head. He thinks you’re just too cute for words that he can’t help but sometimes observe your sleeping countenance until the very moment you wake from your sweet slumber.
Before you both started dating, there were a couple of times where you would catch Todoroki looking at you with such adoration in his eyes but he always immediately looks away just before you notice him to avoid being caught, but you had always known that he was watching you from your peripheral vision. Now that you’re together, you’d catch him looking at you and smiling sometimes, and it makes your heart melt because it’s a smile that’s reserved only for you.
Not the best at accepting compliments or knows what to say afterward except an awkward thank you, but he always looks absolutely thrilled when you give it to him. He also tends to wear the same shirt/jacket on date nights that you had previously mentioned it suits him just to impress you, and he becomes genuinely heartbroken if a shirt you said looks really handsome gets stained or damaged.
Hc about MC who has soooooo much trouble to get up from bed? Like she needs 12h of sleep and she is so ded when she must wake up at 7 and only RFA can wake her up but its so hard because she keeps falling asleep and they must watch for her she won't do it again and when they finally wake her up she's in bed for next 30 min. And when she finally gets up she is soooo slow and guys must do her hair because she is so sleepy and she is ALWAYS late for work? Lolol please I want to read this so much
Once he notices, Saeyoung times MC on her off days to see;o_O wow, you really…. thought this one through. Are you okay?
These two never get out of the house on time
Okay, between school, LOLOL, and other things, it took Yoosung a good… two to four years before he realized how bad it was
Like, he knew that MC had trouble getting out of bed, but it took Yoosung having a regular sleep schedule himself to figure that out
Yoosung experimented to see what exactly was the best way to get her up
He tried feeding her and giving her coffee in bed, but she’d eat while dozing off, then thank him and curl up to go back to sleep
He tried setting five alarms for her, but she just turned all them off while still half asleep
Yoosung even considered splashing water on her face, but he didn’t do that because he realized that was a really stupid idea
In the end, he asked if MC had seen a doctor about all this, as it didn’t seem normal or healthy, and it turned out she had and was fine
In the end, they figured out a morning routine together, and it mostly consisted of them scrambling through all the necessities in the last half-hour before they had to leave
These two are a mess in the mornings, but a joy in the evenings
Jaehee is on top of this
Once Jaehee knows all MC’s morning obstacles, she makes sure that MC gets to bed early enough that she has enough time to get up and go through her routine
In the morning, she always has coffee ready, and is never afraid to help MC get undressed and into the shower
And redressed, as MC wanders out of the shower dripping and naked, searching for coffee, if she doesn’t
Before Jaehee got a routine down, she occasionally had to help MC eat and once spoon fed her cereal
As thanks for taking care of her in the morning, MC takes care of worn-out evening Jaehee everyday
He picks her up and carries her to the table on more than one occasion
Zen may not be able to cook much, but at the very least he can cook breakfast
So he gets them both their coffee and breakfast ready everyday, then helps her get dressed (usually while planting kisses on her to try to motivate her)
When she falls asleep at the breakfast table, sitting up or face down, he sometimes takes pictures because she’s so cute
Zen would totally help her into the shower, too, and if she’s too sluggish that morning, he’ll help her bath ;) (it’s really not that sexy, but he can’t help laughing sometimes)
The one that Zen can’t understand is why she goes to bed so early, but still can’t get up by herself in the morning
Upside to being married to Jumin, she can take her time
Maybe they rarely have breakfast together, but she’s able to take all of her sweet time getting up and out of bed
However, Jumin figures out a routine with her that helps her wake up faster so that, when he does have time off, they can spend as much time as possible together.
Once he notices, Saeyoung times MC on her off days to see;
How long she sleeps
How long it takes her to get out of bed
And how long it takes her to be awake
He treats the whole thing like a science experiment, and once he has all the necessary data, he sets up a few tricks
First, he makes sure that all clocks set themselves forwards two hours at midnight, so that it goes off when she sets it, but its earlier than it needs to be, thus giving her extra time to wake up, then they reset at 10am, by the time she’s already gone. It also works to scare her out of bed if she’s slept for longer than she meant.
Then, he has Meowy ready, if he’s not there, to help MC by doing a little dance for her and playing music until she gets out of bed
And the coffee maker is set on a timer so that it automatically has fresh coffee brewed and ready by the time that she is up
Basically, he uses technology as their mutual best friend
Your back hit his plush white sheets as you felt his soft lips roaming your hot bare skin. It was euphoric — you were lost in your own pleasure. Hands gripping your waist as your head was thrown back, all you were focused on was the scene unfolding in front of you. You loved moments like this. Something about the ability of being able to have both ecstasy and intimacy all at the same time had you running into this very scene every time.
As he found your sweet spot lying underneath collar bone, you couldn’t help but moan out his name. Pants and moans filled the room as he continued to mark your flushed skin. Your mind might’ve been under the influence of the many shots you took tonight, but the butterflies that he gave you in the pit of your stomach seemed to make you sober enough to absorb all of the pleasure.
He collapsed on you a few seconds later as the two of you found a comfortable position to lay in.
“That was amazing,” You let out as your chest heaved from what happened minutes before. Lying your head on his smooth and toned chest, you dozed off once the fun and buzz of alcohol began to subside.
Shawn stretched his stiff arms as he rubbed his eyes trying to wake himself up. He reached over to hug you but when he grabbed over at nothing, he started feeling suspicious. Looking over to your side of the bed to see your pillow standing straight up and sheets still smooth in the same way he set it up the night before, Shawn instantly knew that you never came home last night. You had told him that you were going to celebrate your best friend’s birthday and that you would be home late, which he was totally okay with.
You weren’t lying about the party, but Shawn didn’t know that being home late meant not coming home at all. Shawn tried to stay up to greet you when you would come home most likely drunk, but his eyes shut before he could ever do so. He rolled over towards the night stand perched against the wall to check his charging phone for any texts. Unlocking his phone, he was only faced with the numerous texts still waiting for a reply that he sent to you the night before. He sent another message and almost called you until he figured that you spent the night at your friend’s house.
Shawn knew how much you valued trust in a relationship, and he knew that you hated it when he worried too much about you. Shawn respected your words, but he couldn’t help but be a little scared about your whereabouts. He hated the thought of you being hurt or in danger because of him and his carelessness.
Adjusting to the natural sunlight peeking through his shared room with you, Shawn brought himself into the living room and then to the kitchen, making a beeline to the fridge. It was a little early for even Shawn to be awake, but he wanted to get himself ready just in case you were down to hang out today. He made two cups of coffee, one for him, and one for you. It was a habit made from living with you for almost two years now, practically muscle memory to him. Unlike you, Shawn was always a morning person and he knew that you always appreciated waking up to a cup of fresh brewed coffee with specifically two sugars and one cream.
He was always so attentive to all of your details that sometimes you couldn’t help but think that he knew you better than you yourself.
Shawn adored everything about you. Everyday, he’d learn something new about you, soaking in all of new information like a sponge. He’d often take a few minutes out of his day and daily workout routine to just sit back and and think about how lucky he was to call you his. Shawn couldn’t help the stupid grin that would stretch from ear to ear or the warm feeling in the pit of his stomach when he’d think about you. Everything you did made him swoon and he fully knew that you had him wrapped around your finger. He didn’t mind though, because at the end of the day, he still got to call you his.
You had easily been the best girlfriend Shawn has ever had; something about you made him feel alive, loved.
Like any couple, the two of you have your ups and downs, but always find a way to overcome it.
The relationship came so naturally – you were like his best friend, his partner in crime. Shawn didn’t know how much he needed you until you were in his life. You were the drug and he was your addict. He made you feel so special and he made sure that you knew how much he loved you. Shawn could spend hours on end talking about you – he could even write whole albums solely about you if he wanted to.
It might’ve been two years down the road between you and Shawn, but he still found a way to make the relationship feel like the two of you were still in the honeymoon stage.
Something about you always made his heart beat faster, his legs weak, and hands jittery.
Shawn might’ve been a spontaneous and impulsive person, but he knew one thing: Shawn wanted to marry you one day in the future. You were his everything.
A short ten minutes had passed and the sun was almost done rising as Shawn took a seat in the living room the two of you decorated together. The silence was getting too much to sit through and the apartment suddenly felt so empty without your company. Shawn had missed the morning kisses he was so used to giving you and all he wanted at the moment was for you to come home so he could shower you in cuddles and kisses. You still hadn’t returned any of Shawn’s calls and he was starting to worry. Picking up his phone, he called Ian, who was at the party.
After three rings, another voice was finally on the other line. “Hey Ian, have you seen Y/N? She still hasn’t come home from the party last night. Do you know if she stayed at Jessica’s house?” He tapped his foot patiently waiting for his friend to sooth his concerns.
“Wait, she’s not home? I mean it’s still pretty early right now, but I could’ve sworn I saw her get picked up at like two in the morning. I thought you came by to get her?” Ian explained, beginning to feel the same panic as Shawn.
Color drained from his face and he immediately felt a rush of guilt. He scolded at himself for not trying to get a hold of you earlier.
Shawn’s stomach dropped and his gripped tightened on the phone as he was becoming all too aware of the situation’s reality. “Alright, thanks man. One of her friends probably let her stay the night. Talk to you later.” He quickly said.
Who could you have possibly gone home with? Checking his call history, Shawn made sure that he didn’t look over any missed calls from you. If you needed a ride, why didn’t you just call him?
All of the possibilities swarmed his already busy mind. Shawn so badly wanted to give his girlfriend the benefit of the doubt, his heart telling him to trust you. The thought slowly brought him to ease as he remembered the words that you’d always say.
“Trust in me, Shawn. Trust in us. I love you, and I’ll never hurt you.”
Shawn recited through memory as he sunk back into the couch, watching the sun rise.
“Jessica, he’s not gonna find out. Please stop nagging me,” You said in a hushed tone to your best friend. Jessica has been your best friend since freshman year of high school, and you were starting to question if she was on your side or not. This wasn’t the first time the two of you have had this conversation.
“Look, all I’m saying is that you need to make a decision. You’ve been fucking another guy behind your boyfriend’s back for four months now. Did it ever cross your mind that you are cheating on your boyfriend while he’s completely oblivious to it? He was probably on tour thinking about you every moment from the other side of the world while you’ve practically been falling out of love with him.” She scolded at you.
“Hush! Don’t say it like that, someone might hear you.” A pang of guilt filled your body, “You’re on speaker and I’m literally a yard away from the apartment’s door! And don’t say that I don’t love him, because you know that’s not true.”
“You wouldn’t be doing this if you loved him,” Jessica quipped back.
Your best friend was right – she was always right, but you didn’t want to admit it. “Bullshit. I just missed him and Matthew happened to be there when Shawn wasn’t. He gave me the things Shawn couldn’t. The distance got to me, okay?Shawn’s just not enough for mean anymore, I guess,” You tried to persuade your friend that you weren’t in the wrong though you fully knew that everything about this was anything but right.
If you knew Jessica at all, she was probably rubbing her temples and groaning at you. “Are you hearing yourself right now?” Your friend spoke through the phone even louder. “Shawn has girls throwing themselves at him every night, but I don’t see him sleeping around. He’s been just as lonely and needy as you. Shawn has been back for two months, thinking that everything is still okay. Break things off with Matthew, and tell Shawn the truth before it’s too late.” She continued.
“Ugh, I don’t know what to do at this point. I can’t just l-let go of Matthew like that.” That was the truth.
Something about him was intoxicating; he gave you the high that you so badly craved, he gave you the goosebumps that your relationship with Shawn couldn’t.
“Y/N, you know I love you, but you know full well that Shawn doesn’t deserve this. The poor boy is head over heels for you, and you’re throwing it away two years with him for some fling?” You quickly hid behind a corner as if anyone was listening to the phone call.
“Okay, fine I’ll figure it out soon, but please don’t say anything. Shawn’s not gonna find out. There’s nothing to worry about.” You assured your friend as the two of you said goodbye.
“Just, just don’t screw Shawn over like that.” Your friend warned before finally hanging up.
You had spent the last five minutes in front of the door to your shared apartment with Shawn talking to your best friend about the dilemma that you were in. Sure, you had been having an affair with another guy you met at a party four and a half months ago, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Shawn. The look on his face when you’d tell him would crush you. You could already imagine the way your betrayal would hit him. You knew Shawn didn’t deserve this, but the selfish part in you didn’t want to lose him. He did so much for you, gave you so much unconditional love. You could confidently say that he’s the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, but you were far from being the best girlfriend to him.
He needed a loyal and loving girlfriend, something you’ve been neither of for a while. You’re not sure when it all happened, but things have been different between the two of you ever since Shawn’s been home from this tour. Sure, the two of you had done long distance before, but you were finally feeling the heavy effects of it on your bones. There hasn’t been the same exhilarating spark that you two first had at the beginning of your two year relationship – Shawn’s presence no longer made you feel any emotion but hurt. You didn’t want to say that you were no longer in love with you, but it’d be a lie to say that you still felt same way you did before he left for tour. The worst part was how the predicament was one sided because you knew for a fact that Shawn still thought everything was going okay.
Pushing your thoughts aside figuring it was too early in the morning to be thinking about that stuff, you quietly unlocked the door. Making sure to stay quiet since Shawn was most likely still sleeping, you turned the knob to open it when it was swung open before you even had the chance to.
Initially startled, it didn’t take you long to become aware of what was happening. You instantly regretted having the phone call so close to you and Shawn’s shared home, and you knew you were going to regret looking up because when you did, you felt the heartbreak you were trying to avoid. The person who had opened the door had been none other than Shawn, and when you saw the tears brimming at his eyes, lips quivering, and shoulders sunken, you knew exactly why.
‣ Yoongi (BTS), for my lovely moon anon. I hope this makes your day better!
‣ Type: Fluff, Slytherin!Yoongi, Ravenclaw!Reader AU
‣ Words: 1318
‣ Summary: Yoongi comes in late for Divination, and wasn’t aware today was the day the whole class would be studying amortentia.
“I read a book all about amortentia, and supposedly the effects can be even as extreme as death. If you drink it, the only thing you’ll be able to think of his your obsession with that person,” you said as Kenna picked up her cup, the mother-of-pearl colored liquid swirling around in her cup.
“I mean, at least it smells good though, right?” she laughed, breathing in the scent deeply.
Professor Trelwany had cooked up a giant batch of the love potion that morning, and throughout the whole class period, you were being forced to inhale all of your favorite scents. It wasn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon in divination with your best friend, but the cloud of perfume the love potion was giving off was starting to feel a little choking.
“What does yours smell like?” you asked Kenna, your own cup still sitting on the small table between you two. You’d been catching whiffs of what your amortentia smelled like from the fumes of the other students’ cups, but you were a little frightened to take a giant whiff of your own teacup.
“Um, fresh brewed coffee, for sure,” Kenna said, taking a deep whiff between each scent she named off. “And orange peels… and chocolate bars… and that weird musty smell Jungkook has when he’s just finished a quidditch game right after they’ve cut the grass.”
“You’re disgusting,” you laughed, shaking your head. Kenna giggled and rolled her eyes, promptly glancing over at the corner table her trouble-making boyfriend was sitting, his head propped into his hand as he stared, bored, ahead. The seat across from him, for his amortentia partner, was empty.
“You know, this whole policy Trelawny has with the different houses partnering thing, it’s perfect. I mean, it’s like she made this policy specifically for us.”
“I know you’re just secretly mad you had to settle for me because you and Jungkook are both Gryffindors. Don’t lie to yourself.”
Kenna tossed her gold and red tie over her shoulder, a habit she’d had since your first night at Hogwarts, when the tie was aggravating her so bad she tossed it back in anger. Now, she did it subconsciously.
“I am still waiting to hear about what your love potion smells like. I want to know who you’re in love you,” Kenna said, bringing you out of the thoughts you’d slowly slipped into. Kenna liked to pick on you for this habit you were constantly exercising: a typical Ravenclaw, daydreaming her days away.
Grabbing up your cup, you tenderly held it to your nose and took a large inhale. Suddenly, your senses were flooded with an onslaught of all your favorite smells, group together in a whole mass of sweetness. A smile appeared on your face. “It smells like baking cookies, and rose petals, and…”
You were just about to say who it smelled like, because you knew. You knew it smelled like Min Yoongi, the Slytherin you’d been in love with since first year. Kenna was awaiting your answer eagerly, a gleam in her eyes because she knew it too. Before the words could tumble from your mouth, the door to the divination classroom was slung open, and in strode in Yoongi.
His blonde hair was just slightly damp, as if he’d just come out of the shower. His green and sliver tie was loose around his neck: a wardrobe violation during classes. He wasn’t carrying a bag with school supplies, instead he strode confidently over to the table where Jungkook was seated, clapped their hands together, and sat back confidently, as if he was twenty minutes early for class instead of twenty minutes late.
“Gawd, Y/N,” he called out to you suddenly, his confidence making his voice came out arrogant and snappy. “Did you dump the whole perfume bottle on you today?”
Kenna’s eyes widened, her mouth forming a humored “O”. The whole class turned to Yoongi, and Jungkook barked out a laugh. He glanced over at his friend and smirked. “You’re such a dumbass.”
“Trelawny made an amortentia potion for the class this morning,” Kenna said as she turned around, and you could tell the highlight of her morning was being the person who broke the news to Yoongi. “It’s supposed to smell different for everyone. It smells like the person you’re in love with, typically.”
“Yeah, mine smells like the almond soap Kenna uses,” Jungkook smirked, nudging Yoongi’s arm with his. Kenna smiled sheepishly, but the only person you could focus on was Yoongi.
His creamy complexion made any sort of blush stand out prominently on his face, so the deep crimson color that started from his neck and worked its way up to the tips of his ears could be seen by everyone in the class.
You glanced down at your lap, your fingers hooking and unhooking themselves in embarrassment. Trelawny was in deep lecture at the front of the classroom, explaining the details of the paper you and your partner were supposed to have turned in by the end of the week on amortintia. All you could hear, however, was the deep snickers and whispers circling the room. You knew everyone was talking about the scene Yoongi had just caused, and that meant everyone was talking about you, too, much to your horror. In a way, you were explicitly angry with Yoongi for professing his love for you in such a dramatic, unintentional manor.
When they class was over, you tenderly picked up your things, making sure that everyone was out of the class before you headed for the door. You wanted to make sure no one stared as you exited. Kenna had stood up and marched out with Jungkook as soon as Trelawny called class over; they both had Defense Against the Dark Arts next, and bid you a farewell with a promise to see you at lunch.
You walked away from the classroom, and almost didn’t notice Yoongi standing outside casually, leaning against the wall. One foot was propped against the bricks, his arms crossed. It would have been so fitting to the scene, you thought, for him to be smoking a cigarette.
“Hi,” he said, barely glancing over at you and rubbing the skin of the back of his neck.
“Hi,” you squeaked back, not really in interested in having a conversation with him. He’d embarrassed you a lot that day, along with himself, and the two of you would be the topic of choice in the common rooms that week, you could just feel it. Not to mention, a Ravenclaws and Slytherins typically didn’t enjoy each other’s company much, and you weren’t one to warrant gossip.
“I’m sorry about all that back there,” Yoongi said, his strides matching yours as you headed away from the tower. You had only a short time to get to Potions: the divination tower was such a far walk from the dungeons.
“It’s fine,” you said dismissively, trying to pick up your pace.
“Y/N,” Yoongi said, grabbing your arm gently, a lot gentler than you would have expected for his threatening personality, and turned you to face him. “I just… I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I feel awful. I… I didn’t know amortintia was supposed to… was supposed to smell like, well, you know,” he choked all over his words, and you couldn’t help but smirk slightly at him. Here, in front of you, was the confident and collected Min Yoongi coming apart at the seams.
“It really is fine, Yoongi,” you replied, wanting him groveling before you for as long as possible. You gently took his hand from around your wrist and threaded your fingers together instead. “Wanna know why?”
“W..why?” he croaked, his eyes not leaving the sight of your fingers inside his. Your smile softened as you spoke.
“Because, my amortintia smelled like you,” you whispered, and finally, his eyes met yours.
One couldn’t understand what it was about him that made the nerves of my skin stand at its highest at the slightest caress of his hand. How in the night while I laid my head on his chest I could feel the synchronicity of his heartbeat mimic that of mine, as if he intentionally mimicked my murmurs and turned it into an intricate pattern made especially for us. How, when, he looked into my eyes, his eyes smoldering like a fresh brew of coffee, I could sense the sincerity, I could hear the songs his soul sang for me, I could feel the love. I could feel it travel through my bloodstream and nestle itself on the nape of my neck.
He was my drug, and I willingly sat in the bathtub and looked in his eyes with a drunken smile as he shot me up once more.
‘I love you’ I would murmur as the objects around me blurred as he came into my line of sight.
'I know.’ he would say, and the tickling of his beard felt similar to black silk as our lips danced once more.
A/N: I’ve been so stressed with finals that I’m not gonna write any imagines until I pass them so I’m just posting my drafts rn sorry guys
PAIRING: Barry Allen/The Flash x Reader
SUMMARY: In which Barry’s lover dies, but when he goes back in time to save his parents, he discovers she’s also alive.
WARNINGS: the beginning is hella sad
“NO!” He let out when Zoom stabbed her then ran off. She was dead, he couldn’t believe it. If only he came just a little earlier, defeated Zoom, she would’ve possibly been alive. Now all the happiness around him is dead.
Her last words were, “do what you need to do, just remember I will always love you.” Then she took her last breath.
Barry knew what he needed to do, so he ran. Run, Barry, run; her melodic, soft voice whispered to him as he ran towards the portal to the past.
Now, he was in the last place he wanted to be. The night his mother was murdered.
He saw the Reverse-Flash take the knife, right before he was about to plunge it into his mother’s heart, The Flash attacked. Throwing Eobard on the ground, throwing a punch across his face Barry exclaimed, “You’re not gonna kill her this time. You’re not gonna kill her ever again.” That’s when Barry threw his last punch at the villain.
Then he looked up, seeing another Flash peeking through the door. The other Flash chuckled a bit, seeing that his mom is still alive then faded away.
When he looked down at his mother she had a terrified look on her face, crying out, “No,” while moving away from Barry.
The young man shook his head, “I’m not gonna hurt you.” The woman continued to whimper while looking up at Barry as he reassured her, “I’m not gonna hurt you, you’re safe now.”
Maybe he was just trying to reassure himself.
It has been a couple of months now living with his–now alive–parents, and he was truly happy now.
Little did the speedstar know that he was going be reunited with the love of his life. He was just about to walk into Jitters, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee instantly hitting him. He didn’t worry about that right now, his attention was grasped by the glorious girl he saw a few feet away from him, standing in line and about to order a coffee.
His heart started beating fast, just like every time he saw her. Their everlasting love being reunited again.
And so he practiced what he was going to say before he went to talk to her. The young man can’t just go up there and say, ‘hey you probably don’t know me but I know you, you died right in my arms in another life and we’re meant to be with each other.’
When she got her coffee she muttered a ‘thank you’ to the barista, found a table and sat down on one of the very uncomfortable, high stool’s the coffee shop had many to offer.
Barry decided to make his move now before it was too late. And so he went behind the girl who just casually surfing through her phone while sipping a cappuccino.
Then all of a sudden she got up and was about to turn around, but that just made her crash into the brown-haired fellow.
He was too busy trying to talk to her that his reflexes didn’t tell him to move out of the way the moment she was about to crash into him.
The girl was about to apologize and Barry was about to also, and that was when they both said it in unison. “I’m sorry.” then the both of them chuckled, just like old times.
Once their laughter has died down Y/N decided to speak, “Let me go first. Hi I’m Y/N Y/L/N I’m really sorry I bumped into you, I didn’t see you there.”
Barry smiled, “Hey, I’m Barry Allen it’s very nice to meet you. And it’s alright.”
The Y/E/C girl giggled then realized something, looking up at Barry as she spoke, “you know I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before, have we met?”
Shaking his head Barry answered, “Nope, I don’t think so? I guess I just have one of those faces,” he chuckled rubbing a hand behind his neck, a habit he had when he was nervous.
The girl nodded, politely smiling. Then Barry brought up a question he was itching to ask her, “um…would you like to um—well I would hope you would like to um…”
Before he can fully complete the sentence he has been dying to ask her, she decided to complete it for him, “if you’re asking me to go out with you sometime, then that’s a yes.”
“Okay, that’s great…” Barry said walking backward trying to seem sly, but failing miserably when he didn’t see the wall behind him that he just so happened to bump into. A concerned Y/N was about to warn him but all he mustered was a, “I’m okay.” Leaving her in a giggling mess.
pairing: jungkook x reader genre: fluff, angst, and slight smut word count: 9k+ description:you and i were fireworks that went off too soon.
A/N: this is the first part out of two! this is based off the songfourth of july by fall out boy.also, a break symbolizes a new season and italics are a flashback!
It started 5 years ago. Your infatuation was peaked when your eyes came across the boy that is Jeon Jungkook. You were only 14 years old, 2 months younger than him, and your whole world changed ever since you met it.
Summary: In which a boy orders coffee and a girl makes them.
Part 2: Vanilla Caffé Latte
Side Note: This is a story that will have five parts. Therefore, welcome to Pete’s Coffee.
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Pete’s coffee was busy this morning, muggy Queens weather seemed to bring all the business workers out of their homes, craving to get their hands on some fresh brewed coffee, which was in fact made everyday.
However, this made your job twice as hard, not only did you have to take everyone’s orders, but you had to create their drinks at the same time, and everyone knows nobody wants to keep an agitated coffee drinker waiting for too long.
“Hi, welcome to Pete’s Coffee what can I get you?” You smiled at the lady who was looking up at the menu, as you tapped your pen against the counter.
“I’ll have a small Espresso please.” She smiled, as you wrote down her order on your notepad before punching it into the cash register.
“That’ll be six dollars and fifteen cents please.” You grabbed the receipt as she handed you the money before going and sitting down at a table.
As you were creating her drink the phone rang, making you groan in frustration, if only you had more than two arms.
“Carly can you grab the phone, I’m in the middle of something!” You shouted into the back room, before seeing Carly rush past you an answer the phone.
“Hi, this is Pete's Coffee can I take your order?” You heard her speak into the phone, you quickly finished up the ladies order, handing it to her and wishing her a nice day.
You then walked back over to Carly who looked like she was about to lose her mind.
“Give me the phone would ya? Go take someone’s order I’ll handle this.” You sighed, clearly annoyed that she couldn’t take phone orders by now, she had been working here for two months, you’d think she’d be able to do one simple task.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” The voice over the phone spoke, making you snap back into reality and grab your notepad.
“Yes! Hi sorry, we changed who was taking your order, now what can I get you?” You asked, prepared to write down whatever they requested.
“-Oh! -Uhm, okay! I’ll uhh.. I’ll have the Vanilla Caffé Latte to go please.” The boy over the phone spoke as you swiftly wrote it down on the note pad.
“Alright, would you like a small, medium or large sir?” You questioned again, glancing up to see the shop starting to fill up once again.
“Oh lord, I-I always forget that part, -Uhm, I’ll take a medium please,” He paused for a moment, some other guy was shouting at him in the background before speaking again, “-and that drink does come with foam right?” The boy questioned, making you roll your eyes slightly, thankful he couldn’t see you.
“Yes, it does come with foam, now what kind of milk would you like?” You pressed on, praying he wouldn’t order anything else, you didn’t have time for this right now.
“-Right! Uhm, I’ll try the Almond milk today, thank you. -OH! -And also, can I have the Maple Chicken Sausage breakfast sandwich please? That will be all.” The boy quickly rushed out, as you nodded, once again knowing full well they couldn’t see you as you wrote down the last of their order.
“Alright, your total is eighteen dollars and thirty-five cents, your order should be ready in ten to fifteen minutes.” You replied into the phone, hearing him say ‘thank you!’ before hanging up and going to create the order.
You looked at what you had written down, creating the Latte, adding some whip cream on top, before creating the sandwich, you then placed them on the counter, your eyes widening in realization.
You never asked them their name, how would they know it’s their drink?
You continued helping other customers when the bell to the shop rang, signaling someone had entered. You glanced up, seeing the boy from the other day, everything clicking in your head. You quickly grabbed your sharpie, rushing over to his drink, scribbling down ’Caffé Parker’ on it before bringing his order to the front.
“Caffé Parker! I should have known it was you.” You smiled, watching as the shy smile returned to his face, his brown eyes locking with yours.
“What can I say, I like coffee,” He laughed, before glancing around the shop, “Busy today, yeah?” He attempted conversation, making you laugh slightly before nodding.
“Yeah, whenever the weather gets like this, the place gets pretty packed.” You admitted, taking the money he was handing you, while mumbling a small ’thank you.’
“Anyways Caffé Parker, here’s your order,” You teased, handing him his drink and breakfast, which he responded with a slight eye roll and a smile. “Like I said before, it’s Peter.” He chuckled, before walking away from the counter.
“Oh by the way,” You shouted, catching his attention, “You gave more than you needed to last time!” You called out to him, watching as a tiny smirk appeared on his lips.
“That was the idea!“ He shouted back, before disappearing out the door and down the street, leaving you in bewilderment.
Speak up when you order and answer me correctly if you want your order made right
So first of all, fuck our business owner for deciding that we needed to cut back labor hours. I work at a small, locally owned cafe chain, and the business owner decided that we “weren’t busy enough” on weekends and that we should cut back to only two workers on weekend mornings. That means that there’s only two people on the floor to take orders, make sure fresh coffee is brewed, make espresso drinks, and make food orders. On the day this story takes place I’m working with a new worker, and he’s still not fast. The new guy is working on a queue of 8 breakfast orders, and I’m the one making drinks, and taking orders. There’s a line of 12 people waiting to order.
I finish up one drink order and go to help the next customer, She’s one of those girls who talks the way that pastel colors look. I’m going to type her part of the conversation out the way that it sounded, since I literally couldn’t hear 80% of what was coming out of her mouth.
Me: Hi, what can I get you?
Girl: Hi, can I get … ice… …chai …… ….. …. and ….. ….. milks do …. have?
Me: (using that technique we all use when a customer is being too quiet, where we talk a little extra loud to try to hint that they need to speak up) WE HAVE WHOLE, NONFAT-
Girl: Do you have soy?
Girl: Can I …. it with soy?
Me: YES. AND YOU SAID ICED CHAI RIGHT?
Girl: Yes, with …. ……
Me: WITH WHAT?
Girl: (finally speaking louder) With light ice.
I finish ringing her up, then throw the iced soy chai together, since it’s a very simple to make. Call it out, then start helping the next customer. After I’ve greeted the next customer I see the girl walk up to the counter and make a sigh sound like she’s about the say something to me. The customer behind her is ordering four drinks, so my attention is on him so I can ring everything up as fast as he’s talking. When I finish the transaction I acknowledge her to see what she needs help with
Girl: sorry, this is fine, (◕ᴗ◕✿) it’s just :/, I wanted a MATCHA latte.
Now the match that we use is really expensive, imported from japan, organic matcha. The matcha lattes are a full dollar more than chais. And like I said before, there’s a line of 12 people who I’m trying to help single handedly, and the customer who just ordered has 4 drinks that I have to make.
I just stared her down, dead-pan, and say: But you ordered a chai, and when I read the order back to you I confirmed that you wanted a chai and you said yes.
She was then like “oh, well this is still fine.” :/
I just nodded and went on the make the next customers drinks. Like, if it’s fine, and you see that I’m busy, then why are you complaining? I also would have remade the drink for her if I hadn’t read her order back to her. I’m pretty understanding that some people are soft spoken, and that I can mishear them, but if I read the order back and it’s wrong, then you need to tell me before paying for the cheaper drink, and before i waste time and supplies making the wrong order.