Moaui//Hooked Wayfinder Coffee Shop Modern AU — “Black coffee, two sugars for Curly-,” The redhead cut herself off swiftly and turned her sharp gaze onto the man behind the till, hissing venomously under her breath, “Maui, I am NOT reading this out, you creep,”
Whilst on a much-needed break from her bad day at work, Moana seeks out some much-needed caffeine. However, she might’ve found more than she first set out to in the confident, flirtatious barista…
Chapter 1: Are You A Piece Of Art?
Moana Waialiki was not having a good day. Her boss was being even more of a dick than normal, her customers were exceptionally meaner today, and a throbbing pain had started to form between her eyebrows. Currently, she was attempting to explain the 40-day, no-stain return policy to a very loud, very angry woman who claimed that she had NEVER EVEN WORN THE GODDAMN SHIRT. The ‘goddamn shirt’ in question had (what she sincerely hoped was) a huge coffee stain down the front, spanning from the collar to just below the bust, and had very obviously been worn more than once.
“I’m sorry, m’am, there’s not really much I can do about-,”
“I DEMAND TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER!”
“Of course,” Moana sighed half-heartedly as her boss fluttered around the customer delicately, leading her off to the side and away from the scene she had created, but not before shooting Moana a sharp glare. Who knew working in retail would be so hard? Moana groaned, her head falling gracelessly into her arms on the counter in front of her. A hand touched her shoulder carefully, and she looked up to meet a tan brunette with kind green eyes.
“You look like you need an early lunch break, Mo,” Fi smiled down at her gently. Moana opened her mouth to protest, but the tall woman beat her to it, “Go,” she laughed, “I’ll cover you. You could do with some caffeine,” Moana smiled gratefully as she stood, significantly smaller than the willowy woman by at least a foot, “Thanks, Fi. You’re the best,”
She slipped out of the store quickly, grabbing her bag and coat before walking out onto the busy high street in front of her.
How Moana found herself in the cafe on the corner was beyond her. She supposed Fi’s remark on caffeine had unknowingly drawn her to the small coffee shop. Well, small was sort of an understatement. Lalotai was one of those buildings that looked small on the outside, but opened up into a much larger room. The lights were low, casting a slight shadow over the room and illuminating the deep purple walls ominously. There was music playing; she could pick out the undertones of a glam rock-y bass line, but the crowd was too loud for her to tell what it actually was. Speaking of Lalotai’s customers, every table in the joint was taken and the line stretching from the till to the doors was longer than she had expected for an independent business. Moana busied herself with her phone as she waited.
The mass was almost suffocating, if not slightly rowdy, but she quickly lost herself in the world of the internet. So lost that she barely even noticed when she got to the front of the line.
“What can I getcha, kid?” a smooth voice brought her back to the land of the living.
Moana let out a slightly aggressive “Excuse me?!” (She was just short, okay?!), but the words died slightly in the back of her throat as she snapped her eyes away from her phone. Stood, looking slightly out of place but completely at ease, behind the counter was a tall, chiselled God of a man. He had sun kissed skin and dark eyes, one thick eyebrow raised in obvious amusement. A smirk spread across his face slowly, and no, she was not intimidated. His huge hands rested on the counter separating them, black mandatory shirt sleeves rolled up to expose a sea of tattoos scaling his bare arms.
“What can I get you, you know, to drink? That is what you came here for, right?” He chuckled, and she felt heat rise to her face as her scowl deepened.
“I didn’t- that’s not what I- why would I-,” Moana cut herself off and ground out a, “Black coffee, two sugars,”
“You got it, kiddo- can I get your name?” The barista winked, smirk growing in size. She spluttered slightly, halfway through sliding her money onto the counter, mouth hanging open ready to protest- “Calm it, Curly, it’s for the cup,” He laughed again, and Moana blinked, fully aware that her face probably resembled that of a tomato. She subconsciously pushed her hair out of her face.
“Oh, uh, Moana,”
“Moa- for gods- forget it,” The man scribbled something onto the side of her cup and passed it to the tall woman behind him, who got to work making her drink. She huffed indignantly and stepped to the side so that he could serve the next in line, painfully conscious to his eyes trained on her as she stood fidgeting.
It felt like an eternity had passed of awkward standing around before the tall woman finally turned around, with Moana’s drink in tow. Moana was slightly taken aback; despite her short red pixie cut, pasty skin (a sharp contrast to the dark, shadowy light) and fiery amber eyes, she bore a strong resemblance to Fi. She shook off the thought, however, when Fi’s doppelganger’s permanent scowl grew as she rolled her yellow eyes and dryly called out,
“Black coffee, two sugars for Curly-,” The redhead cut herself off swiftly and turned her sharp gaze onto the man behind the till, hissing venomously under her breath, “Maui, I am NOT reading this out, you creep,”
The barista- Maui (and he thought SHE had a weird name)- smirked, replying without looking up from the register “I’m not creepy, Kate, I’m suave,”
Kate practically growled in response, pushing the cup onto the counter. Moana snatched it up quickly, her eyes growing wide and her cheeks glowing red as she read the message he had scrawled onto her cup;
Curly – Are you a piece of art because I’d like to nail you up against a wall
Moana stood completely still for a whole of five seconds before whirling round, hitting herself in the face with her hair and storming through the crowd as fast as she possibly could, all the while feeling Maui’s burning gaze scorching a hole into the back of her head.
He watched her with a grin as she slammed the door and practically ran down the high street. Kate shot him a pointed look as they swapped positions, her at the register and him working the machines, and he let out a loud laugh.
“One day, you’re gonna get yourself fired,” She shook her head at him. How was he supposed to help himself, though? The girl was stunning, all big brown eyes and thick black lashes, with full lips that made him want to pull her over the counter and kiss her senseless, not to mention that she was a little spitfire with the voice of a freaking goddess- he couldn’t just let this complete stranger walk away and forget him!
“She’ll be back,” Maui hummed under his breath. Kate rolled her eyes again in reply.
So this silly little fic is the product of the writer’s block I’ve been having on my bigger Moana fic which I hope to be posting soon. I’d like to continue this fic if I get enough positive reactions and reviews, though, since it was fun to write and so far I haven’t come across any Modern Moaui fics!! Leave a like if you enjoyed it and thanks for reading!!
Can you please write how story will turns out (after the party) if MC actually is a favourite daughter of the head of the most powerful criminal organization and even Saeran didn't know it, bc it was hidden very well? And her dad actually lost her for that 11 days. For RFA + Saeran +V. Hope, you'll like this idea. Love your writing!
I love requests like this, I’ve read them on other imagines blogs and it was so hard not to go the same way they did, so I tried to keep it soft. Like, her dad is very angry, but he can be very sarcastic and more passive aggressive than really violent and intimidating, and MC is the only one who’s not scared of him. And I think I just made this clear on Saeran one, but MC doesn’t have a mom here, which probably made her father even more concerned, since she’s the only one he has.
Hope you like it! ^^
TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of a panic attack on Saeran one
RFA + V and Saeran meeting MC’s criminal father
tell him your gangsta boss dad wants to meet him
thinks is a joke at first, but when you two come to your father’s house and he
sees the guns… boy
was nervous just because he had to meet your father, now he’s pretty much
is this your new bodyguard? If you wanted a pretty one, you should have asked
me instead of looking for one on some stranger’s apartment. You roll your eyes.
I’ve seen the news, isn’t that the guy accused of sexual harassment?” “Which he
already proved being innocent, dad. Something that would never happen if you
went to trial. “
is scared of seeing his delicate and sweet princess so feisty, but thinks your
interaction with your father is kinda funny.
so funny when your father brings up everything he found about him. School
dropout, former member of a biker’s gang and those promo pictures for
“Promiscuous Jalapeno”… your father
doesn’t even know what to think.
the worst is the fact that you disappeared from his sight for 11 days and came
back with this guy… “Oh, she wasn’t with me for 11 days, sir. She’s been at my
house for 2 nights, well, one and a half, technically…” ZEN, SHUT UP!
that point you’re pretty much done with your dad’s passive aggressive threats
and Zen’s brutal honesty, so you snap: “Daddy, listen to me. I was staying at
this apartment for a couple of days, then he broke his leg and I went to his
house to help him, but he kicked me out during night, which I must say… not
cool, Zen! I got back to the apartment, which had a bomb on it, and then there
was this weird punk guy talking about taking me to paradise or whatever, and
Zen saved me, dad! I love him and I never felt safer like I feel around him!”
saved her?” “Of course! She was left on her own at this apartment with a bomb!
Can you believe it, sir?” and then the two of them started talking about your
safety and… well, you were relieved they found something in common.
the end, your father is very impressed about his fast healing and the fact that
this isn’t his real name. “We work with fake names around here too.”
look very strong, son. If you ever consider changing careers, I might have
something for you…” you refuse before Zen can say anything.
so scared when you tell him your father wants to meet him
you didn’t even mention he is the head of the mafia
you do… poor thing, he keeps saying he’s fine, but you can see him shaking.
all those guns on the dinner table aren’t helping at all…
sir… I’m Yoosung Kim, I’m a vet student at Sky University, I’m 21 years old and
this isn’t my natural hair color!” What the fuck, Yoosung?
see… sweetie, I thought you were bringing your boyfriend to dinner, who’s that
girl?” “Very funny, dad.” He’s so terrified at the guns he doesn’t even hear
sweetie… long time no see, what you’ve been up too? I mean, besides going to
stranger’s apartments and dating guys who could come across as your younger
brother?” Now Yoosung listens, how mean…
much, dad. I’ve been trying to get away from your overprotective care and
dating a guy who hasn’t a criminal record, for a change. What about you?”
Yoosung couldn’t believe the way you treat each other, if he ever talked with
his mother like that… well, he wouldn’t be here to tell the story.
dad keeps throwing these shady comments during all dinner, and you know Yoosung
didn’t say anything yet because he’s trying to be respectful, not because he is
a coward, so you let it out:
don’t worry, I love you and I’m not going anywhere, no matter what my father
says. And as for you, dad, I… do you really want to know what happened in those
11 days? I’ll tell you! I was trapped with a bomb on his dead cousin’s
apartment, may god rest her soul, and this guy here did anything he could to find who led me
there. See his eye? It’s MY fault! And it’s completely unfair to him to be
treated like that when all he’s done to me is caring and loving me. So, please…
just stop being this prick to the MAN I chose!”
happened to your eye, son?” “Oh, I… I was just gaining some time for my friend
to run away, a guy… tortured me and…” “And you lived to tell? That guy was an
amateur…” “Or maybe I’m stronger than you think, sir.” OH WOW!
the end, your father really appreciates Yoosung’s devotion to you, since
loyalty is something very important in his… business.
also likes how despite all that, he seems like a very innocent guy… oh, father!
If he only knew the things you are gonna do with your boyfriend after seeing
him so confident like that…
you tell her your father wants to meet her, she seems fine?
you tell her about his… job, and she’s… not even impressed? Okay…
looks more like you’ve never been here before, she… feels so calm…
sweetie, you brought a friend for dinner?” “Girlfriend, daddy.”
I see…” his tone is so monotone and cold, neither of you can tell what he’s
thinking. Honestly, you can live with your father being a criminal, but he
being a homophobic? That’s another story!
should have seen it coming, all these guys who work for me on this house every
day, and you never showed any interest on any of them.” “I like guys too,
daddy, But the mafia thing, you know… is not really my type.”
sweetie, you should make up your mind before you hurt this poor woman…”
“Bisexuality is a real thing, sir. And I won’t be hurt since I’m bisexual as
your daughter.” “Jaehee?” you look at her surprised, she’s not even looking at
him and just calmly drinks her water.
Ms. Kang. But should I be worried about you hurting my daughter, then? You seem
a little older than her, maybe a little more experienced, my daughter is a
immature naïve girl who disappeared from me for almost two weeks and came back
thinking she’s bisexual… you are not using her, are you?” “Daddy, come on…”
should think higher of your own daughter, sir. She’s younger, but she’s smart
and if you must know, she’s the one who’s been showing a lot more of knowledge
in life helping me through my change of careers.” “Oh, really? Tell me more
And then she tells everything about leaving
C & R and opening her own business,
and then she tells a little about her life, how was growing up at a house where
she wasn’t wanted, graduating early in college and being a black belt in judo. sometimes I forget how baddass she is, Ilove her so much
she finishes, your dad is enchanted, and you fell in love with her all over
apologize, Ms. Kang. You are a very amazing woman who does justice to another
amazing woman. If you ever want some help with your business, I’ll be more than
glad to take down the competition…” “I would rather do that providing a good
service, sir, but thanks…”
her, or I will…” your father whispers to you.
tell him about dinner with your father. He’s glad, he’s been longing to make your
relationship official to both the families.
you tell him about the mafia, he’s…
curious. How come a sweet and innocent girl like you grew up at such a violent
promises he’ll try not to be judgmental, but as soon as he sees the henchmen in
position and the guns… he’s legitimately worried about you.
how is your father?” “He’s fine, thank you for asking. Do you know each other?”
“Well, his company has been a pain on my ass for a while now…” “It’s my company
too, as it is very likely I’ll be the next CEO.” Jumin, shut up!
see… maybe we can do business pretty soon.” “Right now, I would rather focus on
getting to know my future father-in-law.” Uhh, Jumin, so smooth…
so you’re the one who kept her trapped at your house for two days?” “I believe
it was three days, sir.” WHAT THE FUCK, JUMIN? YOU’RE GONNA MENTION THE CAGE
I was completely fine with him there. And I must say I felt way safer with him
than I ever felt here with all these… guns… and your… employees…” both of the
men feel really flustered with your response.
sweetie, don’t be ungrateful. You might see me as overprotective, but I’m
always concerned for your safety. And don’t let yourself be fooled. He looks
like a gentleman, but if he is anything like his father, you might be in trouble.”
sure you mean well, sir. But I should warn you I’m nothing like my father. And
I must say I understand very well why would you be overprotective of such a
adorable lady, but you should let her be free to make her own decisions. That’s…
something I’m learning by myself as well…” both you and your father feel very
thrilled right now.
I suppose she was safe with you after all, much better than being by herself at
some stranger’s apartment…”
father is very impressed about Jumin’s respect for you, he feels as reliable as
any of his henchmen, and most importantly, you seem so happy… how can he fight
against your happiness?
is over, and you accompany Jumin to his car where Driver Kim is waiting.
“Jumin, be honest…” “Yes, MC?” “How many times you held yourself of answering
everytime I said ‘daddy’?” “More than you would like to know, MC…”
pretty nervous about meeting your father when you tell him.
when you tell him about his job, he’s surprisingly more relaxed?
come on, he’s been dealing with shady people his whole life! Why would he be
sweetie, you brought a clown with you, when is your boyfriend coming?” Saeyoung
has a comeback involving “coming”, you almost can read his mind and just glare
at him, so he gives up.
you must be the boy who got trapped with my daughter at some stranger’s
apartment, then took her to this secret cult organization, huh?” “Yeah, and don’t
forget the bomb!” Goddamit, Saeyoung!
if it makes you feel any better, daddy, he really tried to push me away, but I
was very insistent.” “Push you away how, sweetie?” “The same things you used to
tell my mom…” oh, that explains a lot…
see, so you were a jerk to her…” shit, you though it would be enough… it only
made it worse!
but if it is the same case here, I’m sure you were only thinking about your
wife’s safety…” “And yet she ended knocked up, are you trying to imply it’ll be
the case here?” SHIT SHIT SHIT!
sees his confidence fading away. This man is different, he’s not just some
thug, he’s you father, the man who raised you. Why did he think he could be
okay with all this? Your father is absolutely right about hating him, he put
you in big danger!
see your boyfriend conscience splitting, it’s too much for you to handle, so
you vent: “Daddy, don’t be like that! Mom always told me how much you suffered
acting like that around her, he suffered the same way, daddy! Even worse,
because the person who was after me it’s his own brother who he didn’t see for
a long time and… daddy, if you only knew what kind of hell the two of them grew
up….” You couldn’t help but cry, Saeyoung hugs you, he doesn’t even care your
father is watching this.
me, son. I want to hear your story.” And then Saeyoung tells him everything,
always holding your hand.
your father is the current prime minister? I never liked that guy, anyway. He’s always been a despicable little man!” that coming from the mafia’s head…
freaking out about meeting your dad, because he doesn’t really feel comfortable
around, well… people
you tell him about your father’s job, and he thinks it’s kinda cute you trying
to joke to make him relax
tell him is not a joke, he doesn’t believe it because he did a whole background
check on you before deciding you should be the one to stay at Rika’s apartment,
and there wasn’t no mention about this.
come to think of it, this kind of information shouldn’t be easy to find out,
right? Oh shit…
father being a criminal doesn’t really bother him, he would be terrified about
him even if your father were a geologist
guns and the whole atmosphere on the house is very familiar to him… it reminds
him of… oh no! He can’t go there on a moment like this!
if this isn’t the one who kidnapped my daughter. Seriously, sweetie? Stockholm
Syndrome? I thought I taught you not to fall in love with criminals…”
sir, there’s also Lima Syndrome, when the kidnapper is the one in love…” oh no,
Saeran… please keep quiet…
romantic, huh?” your father scoffs, Saeran feels the air escaping from his lungs for a moment, no…
no no! Stay calm, Saeran…
is being a disaster, your father keeps glaring and insulting Saeran on his
usual passive aggressive manner. You look at Saeran, you’ve seen him like this
having a panic attack!” you jump out of your chair and go to him, your father
never seen you move so fast. He observes
you helping this kid telling him to inhale and exhale like he learned in
therapy… what’s going on?
a lot, daddy!” “MC, calm down… I’m okay…” “No, Saeran, he has to listen! Dad,
if you can live in peace with your own crimes, good for you, but not everybody
is capable of. You see this guy here? He tells me everyday how much he regrets
the things he did. I’m able to forgive the men I love, I did it with you, why
wouldn’t I do for him?”
in love with me?” “I already told you that, Saeran…” “Yeah, but if you’re
saying in front of you father, you really mean it…” “Well, yeah, I meant before
your father realize this is just a very lost kid, like he used to be when we
was younger. Your mom passed away very young, so he always wondered if she
would be able to make him regret it and have a normal life. He’s so glad your
mother’s kindness lives through you and if you’re so willing to heal this guy,
who is he to get on the way?
very happy when you tell him your father wants to meet him.
he doesn’t seem to mind your father’s job. “If he was able to raise such a
wonderful person like you, he’s not bad at all. Who am I to judge him, anyway?”
he doesn’t even flinch when your father shower him with threats disguised as
questions. “Do you know what people like me do when their loved ones
disappear?” “Are you really that insane to show up here like nothing happened?”
please stop…” “I’m just trying to understand what’s gotten into you, sweetie.
This older blind guy and… you? I’m sorry to say, but I never knew you had so
much daddy issues…” “What are you even saying, dad?”
all due respect, sir, daddy issues most of times implies that the daughter
seeks for his father features on men she falls in love with. For what I can
tell, you and I are nothing alike.” Oh no… V being passive-aggressive gives you
the creeps more than all these henchmen…
right, I’ve never put her in dangerous on purpose. You, on the other hand,
allowed her to stay at a place where I know it happens to have a bomb,
correct?” “Yet, she claims she’s never felt safer, that says a lot about your
own household, no?”
polite fight is driving you insane. How can they discus about you like if you
were not even there? “SHUT UP YOU BOTH! Dad, you have every right to be mad,
but you should know this man here was doing his best to make sure that,
whatever was happening, I wouldn’t be hurt, and he didn’t even know me that
well… and V, please don’t talk to my father like that, he’s just as scared and
worried as you were, and please, don’t ever talk about me or my life as if I
couldn’t speak for myself.”
so sorry, love, I had no idea I was acting like that!” he rushes to hug you and
keeps apologizing, your father wonders if this man is real…
I sincerely apologize for my behavior. I know exactly how it feels wanting to
protect someone you cherish this much. Just know you raised an amazing woman
with the most beautiful soul and I deeply respect you for that.” Your father
thought you were the one in danger? Now he feels sorry for this poor man having
to handle your temper… and nah, he can’t possibly be real, can he?
HOW MANY RIDERS DOES IT TAKE TO CHANGE A LIGHT BULB?
Well, I’m waiting for my trainer to tell me exactly how but he’s changing light bulbs somewhere else right now.
Change a light bulb? Are you joking? I couldn’t possibly be expected to subject myself to such a menial task. Change it yourself. Oh, wash your hands when you are finished. The very thought!
CLASSICAL DRESSAGE QUEEN:
These things cannot be rushed, but must be approached slowly, with great patience, and adherence to the principles laid down by the classical masters, otherwise the light bulb will not attain its true potential, but will forever just be a shadow of its true self. Never, ever use any type of gadget when changing the light bulb. That is an offence to the principles of classical light bulb changing.
Wuss! As soon as my arm is out of this sling, broken after falling off at that large stone wall while riding Hell Bent for Leather cross-country, I’ll change it. Until then, deal with the dark. It’ll put hair on your chest. Only dressage riders require lights, anyway.
Why on earth would I need to change a light bulb when the whole world knows that the sun shines out of my x*&%!? Why, when I release over a jump, the spectators are practically blinded.
WESTERN PLEASURE RIDER:
Oh, my God, someone fix that bulb, I have to have light so that my silver and spangles all glow their best and so that all the highlighter on Old Peanut Head makes his nose look so smooth and sparkly, and oh, my diamond studs have to flash in the light, you know, so oh, someone has to fix it—oh, maybe you without all the silver on your saddle, obviously you can’t ride, you can do it.
Light bulb? Do you mind, I’m trying to get my horses pulse/respiration/hydration levels down to respectable levels. Once that is done, I have another 50 miles to go before I can even think about changing a light bulb. And besides, this neon green spandex is bright enough to see by.
You must instill respect in the light bulb, so that it sees you as the Alpha light bulb, using “light bulb dynamics” (video available at $179.99 on my website). Once you have done this, you will find that there is really no need to change the light bulb at all, but that the light bulb will, with very little coaxing from you (using “light bulb coaxer” $99.95 each, plus for extra $49.99 you get an intro video thrown in) behave, as all good light bulbs should.
This is not mine-it has been copy and pasted on Facebook several times. Looking for the original source!
so lin’s aunt and uncle are my parents best friends so they were invited to my graduation party .. i told my fellow theatre geek friends and naturally we were fREAKING the fuck out and we decided to sit at a table with them and play moana from our phones (smooth right ??) so casuaLLY HIs aunt goes “oh my nephew wrote this!” LikE ?!???? we know!!? so of course my friends were like tell me moREE !! so she was talking about how he’s been in london for six month and his star on the walk of fame and she finally goes “is gonna take a picture of you guys!” we were like oh alright? so she takes this picture and starts typing away on her phone until we finally realized ,,,,, she was fuckING TEXTING LIN MANUEL MIRANDA !!!! so low and behold his cute lil face saying hello to my friends and i
Summary: Soulmates AU where you get injured when you meet your soulmate for the first time, indicated by a mark from the age of 10, red meaning serious damage, yellow being moderate, green being simple (surgery required, broken bones, sprains or bruises)
My hc is that Negan is a horrible flirt but thinks he's the smoothest motherfucker on the planet. Exhibit A: His version of sweet talking a girl is telling her he'll still be into her if she had a dick. Exhibit B: Not picking up on the fact that him "flirting" with Rick just makes the other man more terrified of him. But in his head he'll probably think he's doing a great job and Rick will fall for him any second now
YES oh my god so I love the idea of a suave smooth talking negan as much as the next guy but awkward “thinks he’s cool when he’s really a huge dork” negan is so canon I cry. I imagine him trying to genuinely flirt with Rick and not getting why Rick….is just…staring blankly at him??
I literally put a picture of myself on the internet wearing a pot on my head and tomato cages on my arms. We're all weird potatoes in some way and there's nothing wrong with that. I personally find potatoes quite tasty... Or, if you prefer, we're all lemons in one way or another. Lemons make lemonade and I'm darn thirsty... ^_- PS: You have some of the sweetest anons, I wish they would stop selling themselves short! Embrace your tasty potato/juicy lemon! *hugs*
Oh you cant get away with being so smooth in my inbox you cutie ehehehe