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Girl Bradshaw

Summary: You and Bradley had a complicated relationship as siblings. He walked out of your life when he turned 18 and never looked back. What happens when your teams are forced to work together? Worse (for him, at least), Jake has taken a serious interest in you.

Pairing(s): Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F! Bradshaw! reader

Warning(s): inaccurate description of military/marine, language, alcohol

Part 1: Braidy (y/n) Bradshaw

You weren't a violent person. You consider yourself a lover, not a fighter. If your mom taught you anything, it's that violence is not the solution to your problems.

However, when it came to your best friend, Jensen Kay, you were willing to forgo everything your mom taught you. The shit-eating smirk he was sending you made everything in your body heat up.

"You wanna admit that I was right, (y/n)?" You scoffed in response before turning your back to him. His bubbly laugh echoed from behind you as your face started to turn red. The woman behind the counter giggled at the pair of you before she took the cup from your hand.

"I can make you a different drink, ma'am. Matcha isn't for everyone. Is an iced coffee drink ok?," she asked as you mumbled thanks and moved to the pick up area with Jensen following behind you.

"She's right, (y/n). Matcha isn't for everyone. Don't take it to heart that you didn't like it," Jensen teased.

"Up your ass, Jen." The taller man smiled at your response before taking a sip of his matcha latte. His eyes wandered around the cafe before winking at a pair of women ogling him from a table. They giggled once more before turning away as you turned to look at them.

"You're killing my game," Jensen told you as you rolled your eyes. Your best friend was well known throughout the marine raiders as a womanizer. Maybe that's why you two were such a good pair. You weren't against casual hookups, you indulged every now and then, but you didn't do it as frequently as Jensen. Your career was more important to you which meant you didn't have much free time for relationships and such. Besides, it's not like you had much of a life outside of the raiders.

Your parents were long gone and it was a fact you accepted after your mom died. You had an aunt from your mother's side of the family that you spoke to every now and then since she took you in after your mom's passed. Bradley and Pete had been cut out of your life for a long time. Bradley more than Pete.

"Here you go! An iced coffee. I took the liberty of adding in vanilla syrup." The barista placed the drink in front of you as you smiled at her.

"Thank you again. I appreciate it."

"Don't worry about. By the way, you two make a cute couple!" Before you could explain that you and Jensen weren't together, the barista had walked away. A disgusted frown made its way to your face as Jensen snickered.

"How about we get outta here and head to work, babe?"

"Eat shit, shitter."

"Morning Bradshaw! Kay!" Amy grinned at you two. Jensen smiled at her and the two started conversing as you followed behind them. Your service uniform was always incredibly uncomfortable for you. Something about the tightness and formality of it made you scream internally. Of course, you never showed your discomfort on the outside. Years in the academy and in the raiders taught you how to mask your feelings.

Jensen held the door for you and Amy as all three of you walked into the conference room. Politely greeting everyone, you took a seat as the lights started to dim. Your eyes met Nolan's from your spot as you nodded at your elemental leader. Carlos and Ethan were seated next to them and they gave you a friendly smile and nod.

"Thank you all for coming on such quick notice," Ari said, standing tall at the head of the table, all eyes on him. "Normally, the rest of my squad would be here to plan out the assignment, however, the higher ups have deemed that it's only necessary that I work on this." Ari Chambers was a man who respected by all. He was an efficient SOO and got the job done. His own squad was famed for their intelligence when it came to planning your assignments.

"Sir, if I may, why is it that only half our tactical squad was called for this assignment. Wouldn't it make more sense to have all of our combined skill?" Amy asked from besides you.

"The higher ups made it clear that the less people who know about this assignment, the better. I requested that only the people in this room be called back. In my personal opinion, this tactical squad is the stronger of the two in the first battalion. You have a fine squad, Meadows." Nolan nodded in appreciation as Ari continued. "Of course, it won't just be the raiders on this assignment. You'll be accompanied by a squadron of naval aviators, the best I've been assured. They'll take care of the skies while you work on the ground. They'll be arriving to Camp Pendleton within the next day in order to go over the assignment with us. I except everyone on their best behaviors."

You could see from the corner of your eye, Ethan holding back an eye roll at the comment. "Problem, Kim?" Startled, Ethan shook his head as Carlos, Jensen, and Amy turned to him with amused eyes. You and Nolan kept your focus on Ari as he opened a folder. "The squadron you'll be cooperating with has been dubbed as the "Dagger Squad." They'll be led by Captain Pete Mitchell. Callsign: Maverick."

'shit'

"Can't believe we have to actually work with naval aviators," Ethan complained from the seat behind you as Amy elbowed him. He and Amy were sitting in the seats behind you, and Nolan and Carlos were seated behind them. Jensen was sat to your right in the passenger's seat as you drove to the bar that your squad loved to drink at every time you were in California.

"I'm sure they won't be that bad," Amy reasoned as Carlos snickered from behind her. "Kim's just upset cause he got ghosted by naval aviator once."

"Did not!"

"Did to!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Yu-huh!"

"Children," Nolan warned as Ethan and Carlos quickly stopped arguing. Amy started talking about a movie she saw recently as Jensen turned to you.

"You good?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" you questioned, your eyes momentarily meeting his. Your grip on the steering wheel tightened as you thought back to Ari's words. Scoffing, Jensen rolled his eyes.

"Fine, be like that." Clicking your tongue, you sighed. You didn't like when Jensen gave you a taste of your own attitude. It reminded you of how bitter you became when the topic of your estranged family came up.

"I don't know if I can work with him."

"Captain Mitchell?"

"Yeah."

"Not to be harsh, but it doesn't matter if you think you can't. You're gonna have to so this mission is successful."

"I know. I'm gonna have to act like I can tolerate him, when in reality I want nothing more than to scream at him."

The sign of the The Gunny came into view as your squadmates cheered. Quickly parking and filing out, Carlos slung his arm around your shoulders before shaking you. "You gonna play us another song, (y/n)?" Smirking, you agreed as your group made its way inside.

Bodies in uniform and civies filled your vision as you greeted familiar faces. A smile made its way to your face as you approached the man behind the bar. "You miss me, handsome?" you teased the blond, who's eyes widened and smile widen upon seeing you.

"(y/n)! You're back," Zack sweetly cheered as he hugged you as best he could from behind the counter.

"For you? Always." Zack playfully rolled his eyes as he started pulling out beers for you and your squad.

"I'm assuming everyone else is here if you are."

"Yep," you said popping the 'p'.

"The first round's on the house. I'll see you in between rounds? Oh, and your guitar's still here!"

Giving the blond a wink and smile, you nodded before taking the beers and heading to your group's usual spot. Upon seeing you with drinks, your friends cheered and laughs started to flow around.

A couple drinks in and your squad, minus Nolan and you, had flushed cheeks and wide smiles. "(y/n), you're gonna perform for us, right?!" Amy widely smiled at you as everyone else smiled and agreed. You also smiled as you turned to look at Nolan.

"Only if our fearless leader joins me," you teased. Rolling his eyes, Nolan stood and offered you a hand. Giggling, you followed him towards the small stage and quickly grabbed your guitar that was mantled on the wall.

Your friends and other marines started to cheer and gathered around the stage. Like Jensen, you has a reputation within the raiders. When your squad was stationed in Oceanside, it was a guaranteed that you were the one who would start a performance. You'd say that it was in your genes to perform music for people.

Nolan started playing the drums from behind you and as you started playing on your guitar. People that recognized the tune of the song started cheering.

Mmm, yeah!

Tonight, I want to give it all to you In the darkness, there's so much I want to do And tonight, I want to lay it at your feet 'Cause girl, I was made for you And girl, you were made for me

I was made for lovin' you, baby You were made for lovin' me And I can't get enough of you, baby Can you get enough of me?

Your eyes met Zack as he laughed and shook his head. He'd seen you perform multiple times and each was as memorable as the last. His favorite was when you and Jensen were absolutely drunk and got the entire bar to sing Kids In America.

Tonight, I want to see it in your eyes Feel the magic, there's something that drives me wild And tonight, we're gonna make it all come true 'Cause girl, you were made for me And girl, I was made for you

I was made for lovin' you, baby You were made for lovin' me And I can't get enough of you, baby Can you get enough of me?

The entire bar has joined in and a wide smile made it was to your face as you pointed to your friends who sang even louder.

I was made for lovin' you, baby You were made for lovin' me And I can give it all to you, baby Can you give it all to me?

Oh, can't get enough I can't get enough I can't get enough

As your eyes watched the crowd go wild, a familiar Hawaiian shirt peeked out from behind a group of guys and your eyes furrowed momentarily.

I was made for lovin' you, baby You were made for lovin' me And I can't get enough of you, baby Can you get enough of me?

Oh, I was made You were made I can't get enough No, I can't get enough

I was made for lovin' you, baby You were made for lovin' me And I can't get enough of you, baby Can you get enough of me?

You cheered as claps and howls sounded throughout the bar. Turning to Nolan, you grinned as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You both bowed and hopped off the stage before joining your friends.

Amy shook your shoulders and brought you in for a hug as the guys patted Nolan on the back. Face a little flushed, you excused yourself and made your way over to Zack. Requesting another beer, you waited for him to finish up with other people.

"Quite a show you put on," a man said from your side. Turning to him, you smiled at him. His green made your cheeks heat up slightly as thanked him. "I didn't know the raiders required sing lessons."

Giggling, you shook your head. "What can I say? Naturally gifted. My folks used to say it was a genetic thing."

"Gifted, indeed," the sandy-blond man grinned. "Jake Seresin." Nodding, you momentarily turned away to thank Zack as he passed you a beer.

"So, Jake Seresin. What're you doing in The Gunny? Never seen you here before."

"In Oceanside for work. I'm a naval aviator."

Raising your eyebrow, you let out a breathy laugh. "It was nice meeting you, but naval aviators are a big no for me." Jake's grin fell for a second before he grabbed your wrist as you turned away.

"Got your heart broken by one?" he asked as you chuckled.

"Three."

"I won't be number four."

Shaking your head, you removed your wrist from Jake's hold. "Sorry, Jake, but I'm just too busy." Quickly turning away, you started making your war back to your friends before stopping as Jake called out after you.

"I'll be by the pools table with my friends if you change your mind!"

Giving him an amused smile, you continued your walk to your friends before sliding into a seat. Exhaling, you tried to hide your red cheeks. Ever the observant one, Ethan whistled and wiggled his eyebrows at you. "Who's got you all red, (y/n)?"

"None of your business," you answered as Jensen and Carlos snorted. Amy smirked at you as she leaned closer to you.

"Come onnnnnnnn. Tell us," she whined as Jensen joined her from your other side. Grumbling, you looked at Nolan with pleading eyes. The older man simply raised his hands in surrender.

"Don't look at me. I wanna know, too."

Groaning, you buried your face into your hands as your friends continued to tease you. "Fine! Some dirty blond with cute green eyes. Approached me at the bar and introduced himself. Jake Seresin."

Amy squealed as the guys started to cheer. "Here's the kicker. He's a naval aviator."

Ethan's face dropped as Jensen and Carlos cackled at his face. Amy and Nolan smiled at you before Carlos suggested you go for after him. While everyone agreed, you started waving them off. "Naval aviators are a big no for me."

"Oh come on! He had you all flustered! I've never seen you like that," Amy reasoned as everyone nodded.

"Don't stop yourself from going after him just cause I have problems with aviators," Ethan added.

Biting your lip, you looked down at your beer. Jensen quickly rubbed your back as he lowered his voice, "Not everyone is gonna hurt you, (y/n)." Sighing, you nodded before standing tall. Your friends cheered as you turned and made your way to the pool tables.

Immediately spotting Jake, you called out to him. Grinning, Jake turned to you. Smiling at him, you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before your smile fell. The same Hawaiian shirt you saw earlier popped out from behind Jake. Stepping around the dirty-blond, you called out to the person wearing the shirt.

"Bradley?"

{A little guide to who everyone is since I didn't properly introduce them:

Jensen Kay- CSO in your squad

Ethan Kim- CSO in your squad

Carlos Ruiz- CSO in your squad

Amy Clarke- SARC in your squad

Nolan Meadows- your squad's elemental leader

Ari Chambers- SOO of the HQ half of the first battalion

Zack Ramsey- owner of the The Gunny

Braidy (y/n) Bradshaw- CSO

From what I've read the Marine Raider Regiment (MARSOC) is spit into three battalions. (y/n) is a raider within the first battalion which is stationed at Camp Pendleton in Oceanside, CA (45 minutes from Miramar actually). Each battalion is split into two sides, the HQ side and the tactical side. Ari is apart of the first battalion's HQ side and everyone else is apart of the tactical side. There's actually two squads on the tactical side but for the sake of story I only include one squad. If there's anything else I seemed to miss, feel free to tell me and I consider making some changes}

#top gun maverick #top gun x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #top gun #top gun fanfic #top gun x you #bradley bradshaw #pete mitchell #top gun maverick x reader

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sundaylemon-if · 15 days

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Coffee & Co.

(This game is about the woes of minimum wage labor. + a dash of fantasy and comedy)

Demo

Be a barista!

Everyday is coffee, coffee, coffee; many people shuffle in and out of the shop everyday like zombies as you continue to do what you do best. Make a cup of joe.

Flirt and fall in love with some weird customers, get high with your coworkers, cry in the reach-in-cooler when things get tough.

Just don't get fired.

ROs

Hailey (He/Him): A regular customer who always seems to be running from some place to somewhere. Scatterbrained and forgetful at best, he seems to be losing track of time. He has his own lost and found box under the register.

Andy (They/Them): Your ex- something. Best friend or lover, it was never really clear with them, you loved them but they refused to draw a line in the sand. Hot and cold, they were the most important person in your life at one point. But that was a long time ago, and you're over it. Aren't you?

Mori (They/Them): You know 3 things about Them.

They like matcha lattes with 2 pumps of vanilla and a sprinkle of rose sugar.

Their name is Mori (Maybe).

They've got a sick ass goth witch aesthetic.

Partial ROs

Yuna (She/Her): A customer you can see if you're lucky. She always sits in the corner edge of your vision, scratching frantically into a notebook covered in flowers. When she comes around the shop, the air is even sweeter then usual. But you're probably imagining it.

Coworkers

Ciana (She/Her): Your coworker who takes no shits from anyone, her demeanor is standoffish and brusk. But she cares deep, deep, deep down. She's the type to ask for pickles when you won't. Maybe. Well at the very least she's good at her job and seems to always work to closing shifts no one wants.

Ivan (He/Him): A man who flirts like his life depends on it. Maybe it does, but thats not really your problem. Based on his twitter account he seems to drop all his money on mobile games with shiny graphics.

Seiichi (He/Him): Are you sure he still works here?

(everything is subject to change)

#interactive game #interactive fiction #twine game #twine if

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 11 months

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"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 2: July I

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yes even modern au levi has a sad backstory, no i regret nothing

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✧ pairing ➼ levi ackermann x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ slowburn, enemies to lovers (sorta), strangers to lovers, mentions of family deaths, mentions of an emotionally abusive parent figure, gn!hange (they/them), mentions of kenny being an abusive father figure, levi being mean ✧ word count ➼ ~3.6k

Although you weren't too surprised at your ex-boyfriend's lack of timeliness in terms of dropping off your belongings, you still cursed at yourself for being naive. You remembered waiting a week before shooting Zack a text message with a drop-off point to meet up for your belongings, in which he only responded with "I'll get to it when I get to it". You knew that this roughly translated into the fact that he would be taking his sweet time getting you your stuff, if he would even bring it to you at all.

You didn't have a car and you certainly didn't want to ask Levi to borrow his with how adamant he was on ignoring your existence. Luckily, one of your "close" friends was also in town due to a summer on-campus job, so you were able to go shopping for living supplies with her.

You and Petra had been friends since high school and you appreciated her existence, but you couldn't help but feel like she was only tolerating you instead of actually being your friend. It was always you reaching out and any attempts at bonding were half-assed at best. Still, she was the only reliable person in town at the moment—and you at least got to vent about Levi to her.

You had lived with your ex-boyfriend for around three years before breaking up and getting kicked out of his apartment. This was actually your first time navigating this type of situation on your own, but you were determined to make it work, no matter how much of a dick Levi was intent on being.

"He's just been kind of ignoring me," you muttered as you sat in the passenger's seat of Petra's car. The two of you were headed towards Chosahei Cafe. You had been spending your free time there the past couple of days and you enjoyed the atmosphere there, minus Levi.

"He barely responds to text messages and barely even acknowledges me at home. Trying to initiate conversation with him is like pulling teeth," you continued.

"Maybe he's shy?" Petra suggested innocently.

You looked at her with an "are you kidding me?" expression. You were never sure if Petra was blindly positive or simply naïve, both were irritating to deal with.

"Well, you'll be able to see him for yourself if he's working his shift today," you mumbled as you saw the café come into sight as Petra pulled into the parking lot.

"You still come into this café despite the fact that he works here?"

"Well, I figured if he's going to be a dick and continue ignoring me, then I'll be as much of a pain in the ass to him as I can be."

"You're petty."

You scoffed at Petra's comment without responding as you got out of the car, swinging your backpack that was no longer overpacked over your shoulder.

As you glanced at the entrance to the café, part of you wondered if Levi was working there at the moment. It would determine how enjoyable and productive your time at the café would actually be.

You found yourself sighing in relief when he wasn't.

"No Levi today?" you asked as you waved and smiled at Onyakopon.

"Thank goodness," you muttered, which earned a chuckle out of the barista.

Instead of taking your regular seat at the coffee bar near the tea station, you elected to sit with Petra at a small two-seat table in the corner of the café so that the two of you could chat regarding your plans for the upcoming school year.

You proposed the idea of a honors society social club towards the end of last year before shit hit the fan with your ex-boyfriend. The two other officers of the club were still off-campus for a few more weeks, so you couldn't do any serious planning ahead of time. On top of the club, you also had to think about your capstone project for graduation. Although you were primarily an English major on the creative writing track, your curriculum was a bit more individualized. As a result, your capstone project to graduate was to write and publish a light novel.

You had gladly accepted the additional requirements for your major last year before things fell to shit. You had everything planned out, such as how much you should write each month or how much time you'd dedicate to outlining versus actually writing. However, the whole situation with your ex-boyfriend threw everything out of proportion. Your grades in the spring semester plummeted—you even had to take an incomplete for a few classes—and you missed out on four months of writing, which left you horrifically behind. Luckily, it wasn't enough to throw your graduation into jeopardy, but it meant that these next two years would require you to work your ass off.

On top of that, you had to make sure your baseline grades were satisfactory enough to keep your helicopter parent-style aunt off your ass. Ever since your parents passed, your aunt had picked you up, including offering you food, shelter, and financial assistance at the expense of subjecting you to her somewhat emotionally abusive behavior.

"You sure you're able to do all that?" Petra asked. It wasn't that she doubted your abilities. She had seen how much of a mess you were the previous year and knew that keeping all of this up would be difficult, even without the emotional strain of everything in your personal life.

You stayed silent for a while.

"I have to try," you whispered.

You knew that it was going to be exceptionally difficult to even stay afloat if you don't get your shit together. You told yourself that this year would be different—you'd be more independent and focus on school and school alone. You wouldn't bother yourself with relationships or be too preoccupied with superficial friendships.

You had to—your schooling, career prospects, and even relationship with your last living family member depended on it.

~~~~~

In addition to all of the things you had to accomplish with school, you also had to do with your less than pleasant roommate every single day.

Levi Ackermann was an absolutely terrible roommate. You could not think of anyone worse. Even your ex-boyfriend, had he not been your ex, would might have been a more pleasant person to be around.

Levi was a clean freak. Although you weren't a particularly messy person, it apparently still wasn't enough for his standards. You remember you left a mug and plate overnight in the sink once and Levi spent the next 24 hours grumbling about being stuck with a "filthy" roommate and how you were going to be a magnet for pathogens. You vaguely knew that he was doing research in something related to immunology, but this behavior was too extreme even for that. Even if you did agree with him regarding the dishes, grumbling passive aggressive comments underneath your breath the entire day was certainly not an effective method of communication.

You were both light sleepers. However, this was primarily only an issue for you. Levi apparently rarely slept. You would notice him wandering around the apartment throughout the night or even pacing in his room. While he wasn't noisy by any means, you also being a light sleeper meant that you were always acutely aware of his movements throughout the night. His inability to sleep was also beginning to affect yours. You had made sure that you made a mental note to buy earplugs the next time you went shopping with Petra, although you doubt that would have helped much.

One day, you found yourself scrambling around in your room, digging through your backpack and wallet. You facepalmed as you realized that you forgot to pick up your laundry card from your landlord and she was out of town for the next two weeks.

You awkwardly knocked on Levi's door. You were out of clean laundry. You hated being forced to interact with him, much less ask him for help, but you had little choice.

Your grumpy roommate slightly cracked his door open and peeked at you through it with an annoyed expression.

"What do you want?" he asked in an unnecessarily annoyed tone. "I'm busy."

"Doing what?" you asked, matching his frown. "Staring at your laptop screen all day again?"

You didn't actually care about whatever it was that he was doing. As long as he didn't bother you, you couldn't care less about his day-to-day activities.

He didn't answer.

"Whatever," you said, trying to contain your irritation. "I forgot to pick up my laundry card from the landlord. Can I borrow yours? I'll Venmo you."

Levi remained silent and continued to frown at you. A suffocating feeling arose within him. You had only been living with him for a little under two weeks, but he could already tell that you were going to be an absolute pain in his ass throughout the next couple of months.

He walked away.

You were bewildered with his behavior and apathy towards you.

"Are you serious-"

However, before you could finish scolding him regarding how petty he was being, he reappeared and held his laundry card in between his index and middle finger, holding it in your direction.

He paused before completely handing it to you.

"Don't make this a habit," he said curtly, immediately shutting his door after you took his card.

You were grateful that he lent you his card, but you still had to take more than a few deep breaths to contain your frustration. You were already wanting to rip his stupid, obnoxious head off.

Why did I have to be stuck with the worst roommate imaginable?

There was no way that you could even fathom being stuck living with Levi for the next year.

The one positive in the sea of negatives was that you had rent and utilities figured out in terms of splitting the bill. That's what ultimately mattered, so that's what you tried to focus on, although ignoring everything else wasn't exactly easy. Even setting up payments was a pain in the ass.

He was fine with handwriting an old-fashioned check and mailing it out. You were not. You didn't understand why you'd leave so much up to chance in terms of trusting that he'd get the check written in time and that the postal service would get it to your landlord on time.

You opted to set up an automatic payment system through your leasing company's website. The fact that it existed and Levi never utilized it was astonishing. You set up automatic payments as well as spreading out bill due dates throughout the month so neither of you would have to worry about having to be overwhelmed with one gigantic bill at the end of the month. You really thought he'd be grateful that you were taking the time and energy to set all this up to make both your lives easier. He wasn't.

"Anything else you have a problem with, Matcha Girl?" he grumbled as he typed into his phone.

"Matcha Girl?!" you exclaimed, surprised at his unnecessary nickname for you.

You glanced over at his phone and saw that he was typing your nickname that you never consented to into your contact information, replacing your name with it. You scoffed at him in disbelief.

He looked up at you with a neutral expression.

"What? Are you not obsessed with your Matcha's? It's all you ever fucking order."

You clenched your jaw, finding yourself frustrated for the umpteenth time at him.

"You're a dick."

"You're a pain in the ass," he responded immediately, barely letting you finish your sentence.

Surviving this next year was really going to be impossible.

~~~~~

Levi found himself unable to concentrate. It was entirely your fault. He was sure of it.

Outside of reading at home and working at the café, Levi found himself being forced to labor away his time in lab. He was one year into his immunology PhD program and performed research regarding pathogens and the various effects of the different types on the human body. It wasn't the only reason, but it largely contributed to his status as a "clean freak".

He sighed to himself as he continued neatly writing in his notebook. He had just finished analyzing his slides and needed to jot the preliminary data before moving on to code it into the department computer. He wasn't particularly tech savvy, which contributed to how tilted he found himself at your insistence on using your leasing company's website to handle everything. Of course, you didn't need to know that. The less he had to interact with you, the better.

Levi groaned out loud as he heard the door noisily open as someone barged in, carrying too much in their arms than they could handle.

"If you fall and injure yourself, it's entirely your fault, four-eyes," he grumbled.

This so-called "four-eyes" stumbled into the room before noisily setting a myriad of lab equipment onto the table—mostly pipettes and beakers, but they had also finagled a microscope into their grasp.

Levi shot them an unamused look.

Erwin's lab primarily consisted of himself, Levi, and Hange, with Levi as the PhD student he was mentoring, and Hange as the lab tech that kept the lab running. There was the occasional undergraduate student, but this was rare.

"Oh c'mon, it can't possibly be that bad!" Hange exclaimed after listening to Levi vent about his new roommate situation for a few minutes. "_____ seems sweet."

Levi scoffed at their last comment.

"Yeah, when you're not living with her. I'm going to strangle Miche when he visits in October."

"For what? Getting a job?"

Levi remained silent at Hange's comment. He knew he had no valid reason to be mad at Miche for moving, he just hated the fact that he had to deal with you as a roommate.

"You're mad because she's an undergrad, aren't you?" Hange asked quietly.

Levi grunted and continued jotting down his notes, clearly no longer interested in continuing the conversation.

"Don't you remember your undergrad days?" Hange prompted.

"What's worth remembering?" he grumbled.

Levi always found himself incredibly irritated around undergraduate students. They were constantly running around, buying their cheaply made lattes, partying on the weekends, and generally being able to breeze through college through their parents' funding—all things he was never even given the chance to enjoy or explore.

Levi's mother had passed when he was a child. As a result, he was raised by his uncle, who couldn't be bothered to give a shit about schooling. Levi's financial aid got fucked up due to his uncle's lackluster performance in being a parent helping their kid get into and through college—which resulted in Levi having to work overtime through undergrad and pulling some strings with the academic advising office so that he could still get his degree despite having his family situation as an additional source of stress. He never got the traditional college experience, so he found himself irrationally pissed off at the more typical undergrads that didn't seem to give a single fuck about everything happening in the background that allowed them to have their "fun college experience".

"Oh y'know," Hange muttered in response to his rhetorical question. "Like figuring out how to navigate the world for the first time on your own."

They looked up and saw Levi glaring at them as if he was trying to murder them with just his gaze alone.

Levi always had to figure it out "on his own". Even around his uncle, he basically had to raise himself. He doubted that there was a single thing that Hange—or anyone—could say that would decrease his ire.

"Levi," a voice said.

Levi internally sighed as he turned to face his PI.

"Let's chat," Erwin said, gesturing to his office. "I want to discuss your project."

Since Levi was already irritable at baseline, he felt himself rapidly exiting his window of tolerance when Erwin began chatting about how he had been falling behind on research updates or literature reviews. What Erwin didn't know was that Levi was forced to work more for the past few weeks due to his moving situation, although it was unlikely that he would've done much to accommodate.

He still had three years before he needed to finish his PhD, and he could technically be granted extra semesters to finish his study, but being able to graduate in the standard four years seemed like the path of least resistance. Every other option required extra steps that gave Levi more than just a headache.

Levi decided to head home after the irritating back-to-back conversations he had been forced to endure over the course of the day. The only thing he wanted to do was go home, take a shower, and forget everything regarding real life, including labwork and the café. More than anything, he wanted to avoid thinking about his housing situation, but he knew that would be next to impossible. That further irritated him.

He groaned silently to himself as soon as he walked in the door and saw you on your laptop on the couch. You had your hair up in a messy ponytail and had already settled in for the night, wearing sweatpants and a loose t-shirt.

His following groan became audible as he noticed you approaching him.

"Hey," you said quietly, "I think we got off to a bad start."

You paused for a while to give Levi a chance to respond. He remained silent.

"But I wanted to let you know that I appreciate you letting me move in and working with me to get everything figured-"

"Just don't drag your undergrad shit home and we'll call it a day," Levi muttered as he cut you off, not interested in having a real conversation regarding the topic. He's had one too many irritating conversations in the day and he couldn't imagine talking with you as anything other than irritating.

"'Undergrad shit'?" you asked in disbelief as if you didn't hear him properly.

"Yep," he said curtly before walking past you.

You felt your frustration rising and forced yourself to take a few quiet deep breaths. You were trying to be nice and level out any tension that had resulted from bad first impressions or incompatible living styles, but none of that was being reciprocated.

Being around Levi truly was strange for you. You hated to admit it, but you knew you had a pattern of prioritizing other people's happiness over your own, even to the point of silencing your own voice and autonomy.

However, Levi effortlessly pissed you off every single time you interacted with him. Even if you wanted to prioritize his needs over yours, you couldn't. The last thing you wanted to do was give him the satisfaction.

"You really want to make living together this difficult?" you asked, trying your best to contain your anger.

Levi was immediately able to tell how pissed off you were getting, but that didn't give him any remorse. He shot you an expression that matched your mood: angry and hostile.

"Looks to me like you're the one making it difficult."

"What?!" you exclaimed, a bit louder than intended.

"Were you not the one that came up to me with this shit?" he asked calmly.

It pissed you off how seemingly calm he seemed while you were unraveling in rage.

"I walked in the door for less than 30 seconds before you brought shit up."

You clenched your fists and spoke through clenched teeth.

"Well, I'm trying to come up with a compromise!" you argued. "So we can at least get along while being forced to live together!"

Levi scoffed before rolling his eyes and walking towards his room, cutting the conversation off.

You couldn't understand why he was being this hostile to you. Sure, you had called him a dick at your first meeting, but in your defense, he was giving you a hard time at the café and your fuse was already short because you couldn't get keys to the apartment—which was also caused by him. If anything, you should be the hostile one.

You weren't sure if you did something wrong. Your previous roommate of three years, your ex-boyfriend, always said that you were a terrible person to live with, so you began to really suspect if it was something about you that made you difficult to live with, despite you putting in active effort to accommodate or be considerate of their living styles.

As you began to consider all the reasons as to why you might have had a fundamental flaw that made co-living unrealistic, you suddenly stopped your train of thought and clenched your fists—enough was enough.

Even if it was you, even if it was some terrible oversight you've had in which you were already ruining your relationship with your new roommate, you told yourself that you had enough of pleasing people like Levi—people who trampled upon your efforts to cooperate and threw them out the window. If he was going to be this difficult, you were going to be difficult back. Social reciprocity—or in this case, the lack thereof—was a thing.

You groaned to yourself as you sat back down on the couch, holding your head in your hands out of frustration.

How the fuck am I going to get through this year if I have to come home to this every day?

#: @levisbrat25 @gothgril69 @sckerman @berrijam @notgoodforlife @meowjaa @averysmolbear @roseofdarknessblog @bejewelledd @hhighkey @ayame236 @sad-darksoul @velouria17 @kamyru @l1zk4

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escapewriter · 2 years

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part 30 - epilogue: best life

matcha latte

yeosang x reader

genre : fluff, humor, slight angst, smau, slice of life au, college au, coffee shop, acquaintances to lovers

warnings : swearing

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⤷ after a recent heartbreak, yeosang hasn’t been the same person his friends perceive him to be as his walls were now built higher than ever. however, when an attempt is made by someone coming into his life, what kind of storm could reckon based on the events leading from it?

#8makes1teamnet #ficscafe #ateez #ateez smau #ateez social media au #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez kang yeosang #ateez yeosang #atz #atz yeosang #atz kang yeosang #yeosang #kang yeosang #matcha latte au

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softboynick · 2 months

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exciting, jam, matcha, and warning. (and bonus pts for recs, if you're up for it!)

i've already answered exciting and warning in a previous ask~

jam - favorite thing to bake?

focaccia bread! i've been making claire saffitz's focaccia recipe from dessert person ever since i got the book two christmases ago. it's been a hit with friends and family, and it's honestly the most soothing, mind-numbing thing i can bake because i just toss everything into the mixer and just it let do its thing.

matcha - what’s your go to coffee/tea order this time of year?

i've been getting really into lavender matcha lattes lately (with oat milk of course)! but i'm always a sucker for an iced mint mojito from philz coffee, house way with oatmilk and sugar :)

recommendations - do you have any fanfic recommendations?

i want those bonus points, thank u very much. i'll share three of the fics i've recently read because they were just so GOOD

(1) Love Me Like I'm Not Made of Stone by thisismyfightforthem -- an ABO retelling of RWRB with so much hurt/comfort that I WEEPED

(2) Claremont 2008 by happinessofthepursuit -- who doesn't love a childhood best friends to lovers fic???

(3) Henry Fox is Alive by @captainjunglegym -- this was the fic that made me fall in love with char's writing (and all her original and creative ideas!!!), and it sends you on such a wild rollercoaster of emotions

Spring Asks

#ask game #answered

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hi raven pls give me 4 and 17 for jegulus

Hi kit :))

Ok so a coffee shop AU + War AU……..🧍‍♀️

Let’s make it the first wizarding war and of course enemies to lovers jegulus on opposite sides of the war.

At the risk of being laughed out of the room let’s imagine that Voldemort is a bit of a diva and needs his daily matcha green tea latte (green for Slytherin Ofc) before plotting how to slay (literally) and so he sends his favourite little death eater intern to get it for him every morning (it’s Regulus btw) and here he runs into everyone’s best golden boy James F. Potter who……is being a very kind soul and bringing the coffees in for all the order meetings (don’t laugh at me idk how else to make this work) and they run into each other one morning and immediately both whip out their wands (😏) no I mean their actual magic wooden wands (that didn’t make it sound any less sexual I apologise) but basically they both just sorta freeze, clearly neither of them know what to do next, they don’t want to hurt each other, they know how much the other means to Sirius and they’re not willing to do anything to hurt him, so they both lower their wands, ask each other why they’re here and after establishing that they are both coffee bitch boys for their respective teams and that neither of them are willing to move to a different coffee shop because this is simply the best shop and moving would mean admitting defeat and they are both stubborn individuals, they make a mutual decision to make the coffee shop a neutralised zone.

SO they run into each other here every morning and at first they don’t speak, then eventually they become familiar with each others coffee order, then at some point it becomes a habit to keep looking at the door waiting for the other to walk in when one of them comes in earlier, then they start talking a little whilst waiting in line, but never about the war, their conversations get a bit longer and then eventually you could almost call them friends with the way they’ve become so comfortable with each other. Then one day when James doesn’t show up to get the coffees, Regulus starts to get a little worried, he brings his own coffees back to his home where other death eaters are bragging about the number of order members they killed and injured the night before, Regulus panics and immediately goes back to the coffee shop and asks the barista if James ever showed up, the barista says he didn’t, Regulus really starts to get scared then and does something incredibly reckless and apparates to James’ house (he remembers the address from when Sirius ran there) he runs up to the house and looks into the window and sees a familiar head of curly hair sitting inside with his parents. The weight that lifts off of Regulus’ chest becomes all the more crushing in the next second when he realises just how much he really cares for James [audience coos] and then because I’m lazy I’m leaving it there.

Ok coffee shop AU + War AU DONE 💃🏼

#I waffled #jegulus

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2-lines-and-a-circle · 2 years

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Tell me about yourself! Haikyuu Edition, It’s about time~

Just like the title suggests, give me something about yourself and greet your lover and friend.

My rules can be found here: 2 Lines & A Circle : 2 Lines & A Circle : My rules for writing (tumblr.com)

What will be required :

Your personality Pronouns (if none is given it will be gender neutral or a female) Which Flavor of Love team you like best and which one you think you’re apart of Any trigger warnings I should know about Some interest and some dislikes

Here is the complete guide: 2 Lines & A Circle : 2 Lines & A Circle : Complete flavor of love list! (tumblr.com)

Here is the Haikyuu version: 2 Lines & A Circle : 2 Lines & A Circle : It’s done, let’s start the reveal! (tumblr.com)

Disclaimer: I have only watched the stage play and the anime. I cannot guarantee this to be spoiler free.

Other questions you may answer if you don’t know what to put:

Who your favorite character is and why How did you get into haikyuu? What is your ideal date? Are you a savory or sweet kind of person? Any hobbies?

I’ve made the decision to accept anonymous. Normally I tag the people who participated in the event, but this time I will be adding anonymous as I received so many last time. The condition is that you must give me an emoji (or it can be some sort of image if you’ll like) and name. I want to make this clear, but I don’t post the original ask/information that you give me as I want to respect the privacy of those who participate.

Ex. My name is carrot and I have this image

Do know that you will need to check back periodically.

Team strawberry: Kageyama Tobio, Daichi Sawamura Team mint: Kōshi Sugawara, Shōyō Hinata, Kenma Kozume, Osamu Miya Team carmel: none Team coffee: Asahi Azumane, Keiji Akaashi, Morisuke Yaku, Team white chocolate: Tadashi Yamaguchi, Wakatoshi Ushijima Team sea salt and caramel: Kei Tsukishima, Kenjirō Shirabu, Aran Ojiro Team almond: Tetsurō Kuroo, Yuji Terushima Team milk chocolate: Tsutomu Goshiki Team cookies and cream: Kotaro Bokuto, Eita Semi Team dark chocolate: Hajime Iwaizumi, Satori Tendou Team vanilla: Yū Nishinoya Team matcha: Lev Haiba, Toru Oikawa, Shinsuke Kita Team bourbon: Rintarō Suna, Atsumu Miya

#hq #haikyuu #matchups #event #so many people #flavor of love #hinata shoyo #dachi #suga #semi #tendou #suna #atsumu #osamu #kita #bokuto #fluff

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sxdfcxe1485 · 8 months

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Title: 5 Best Tea Shops and Tea Houses in Delhi NCR as in 2023

Introduction:

Tea is not just a beverage; it's a culture, a soothing ritual that has been an integral part of Indian lives for centuries. In the bustling metropolitan landscape of Delhi NCR, where the pace of life can often be overwhelming, tea shops and tea houses offer a much-needed refuge for tea enthusiasts and casual sippers alike. In 2023, the quest for the perfect cup of tea continues, and we bring you the 5 best tea shops and tea houses in Delhi NCR that have stood the test of time, providing an array of tea experiences for the connoisseur in you. tea and coffee shops near me

Teasta, Noida:

Teasta, located in the heart of Noida, has gained a reputation as one of the finest tea destinations in the Delhi NCR region. It's the go-to place for those searching for a "tea shop near me" in Noida. The wide range of tea offerings, including exotic blends, signature brews, and classic favorites, makes Teasta a haven for tea lovers. assam tea shop near me Whether you're looking for a relaxing cup of Assam tea or a rejuvenating cup of matcha tea near you, Teasta has it all. The cozy ambiance and a delectable selection of tea snacks make this place an ideal spot for tea enthusiasts. nearby tea shop famous tea shop near me tea snacks near me

Chaayos, Delhi NCR:

When it comes to finding a "tea stall near me" or a "tea shop close to me" in Delhi NCR, Chaayos has become synonymous with the art of tea-making. With multiple outlets across the region, Chaayos offers a diverse menu of teas and infusions, catering to every palate. Their ginger tea, a hot favorite among patrons, is a must-try for its soothing and aromatic qualities. Along with their innovative tea concoctions, Chaayos also serves delectable snacks that perfectly complement your tea experience. tea shop noida

Irani Chaiwala, Gurgaon:

If you're in search of "Irani tea near me" in Gurgaon, Irani Chaiwala should be your destination. This charming tea stall transports you to the rustic streets of Iran with its authentic Irani tea, prepared with precision and love. ginger tea near me The tea here is brewed using a unique blend of spices, creating a flavor that's both rich and invigorating. The quaint ambiance and warm hospitality make Irani Chaiwala a delightful place to enjoy a cup of Irani tea with friends or family. matcha tea near me teasta noida

Sancha Tea Boutique, Delhi:

Sancha Tea Boutique is a hidden gem for tea aficionados seeking "loose tea shops near me" in Delhi. This boutique offers an extensive selection of loose leaf teas from around the world. From Darjeeling's finest to rare Oolong varieties, you'll find a tea to suit every taste. The knowledgeable staff at Sancha helps you navigate through the myriad of choices, ensuring you leave with the perfect tea leaves to brew at home. It's a treasure trove for tea connoisseurs.

Kunzum Travel Café, Delhi:

For those who crave a "24 hours tea shop near me" experience in Delhi, Kunzum Travel Café is a unique destination. This cozy café is not only a hub for travel enthusiasts but also a great place to savor a cup of tea at any hour. Their extensive tea and coffee menu caters to all preferences, and you can enjoy your brew while flipping through travel books or engaging in interesting conversations with fellow patrons. It's an ideal spot for a late-night tea fix.

Conclusion:In a city that never sleeps, the quest for the perfect cup of tea never ends. These tea shops and tea houses in Delhi NCR, including Teasta in Noida, Chaayos across the region, Irani Chaiwala in Gurgaon, Sancha Tea Boutique in Delhi, and Kunzum Travel Café in Delhi, cater to the diverse tastes of tea enthusiasts. Whether you're searching for "tea and snacks near me" or "night tea shop near me," these establishments offer more than just tea; they provide a memorable experience that soothes the soul and rejuvenates the spirit. So, the next time you're in Delhi NCR and in need of the "best tea cafeteria near me," don't hesitate to explore these tea havens for a truly exceptional tea journey.

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in-my-feels-probably · 1 year

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CONGRATS ON 1k!!!

i’d like to request option 2, a romantic ship for outerbanks. doesn’t matter which character you choose but preferably a girl :) my pronouns are she/her. i am 5’6, i have long light brown hair and dark brown eyes. my favorite trope is friends to lovers. i would say my love language is physical touch or maybe acts of service?? i enjoy being able to do things (favors or random things) for the ppl i care about. I love spontaneous activities, nothing i do is really planned it’s more spur of the moment. my favorite season is summer, i love the beach. I also really like driving fast at night with all the windows down with loud music (probably not the best habit). i also enjoy reading, i write some poetry and i like writing letters to my friends. i don’t like coffee unless it’s very very sweet. i guess i just like sweet things which is weird bc i don’t like candy. but i’m obsessed with french toast and i think as of late i could qualify as a french toast expert. things that’s are important to me would be my family. i would do anything for my sister and my mom. overall, i’d say i appear pretty laidback. my friends say that i’m very adaptable. but i don’t usually share a lot about my feelings with most people and i have a huge fear of losing people i care about.

thank you thank you thank you :)))) and again congrats on 1,000 followers. that’s awesome

hi!

thanks for participating :)

i ship you with kiara!

i think she’d love how attentive you are with other people and how much you care about other peoples well being. she’d think it was really sweet. she would absolutely love spending time with you. she clearly loves the beach too, and she’d love hanging out with you and the group, but her favorite time would be when she was alone with you. she’d come around and pick you up so you could go drive along the back roads, and she could show you any new music she found.

i’m not sure if kiara would like reading, but she’d definitely like listening to you read to her. anything to sit with you and hear you talk. she’d find all the notes and letters really endearing. you’d leave them for all the group, and jj would probably tease you for it. not in a mean way, he would just find it kinda old fashioned. but kie would defend you, telling you how cute she thought it was that you made them for her.

i think she’s got a sweet tooth too, but i feel like she’s not a coffee drinker. more of a tea drinker, definitely matcha rather than coffee. but if she is a coffee drinker, she definitely makes her own at home. her parents probably have a keurig, and i can see her making coffees with extra sugar and cream to bring to you when you hang out. her love language is definitely acts of service, so it’s such a casual thing for her to do to you, she probably wouldn’t even think about it. just like the notes, its something you do for each other that you don’t really have to put a lot of thought into. you just care about each other so much, that things like that come naturally.

while kiara loves her parents, i think she considers her friends to be her real family. she would do absolutely anything for them, and she knows they’d do anything for her. she’d consider it an honor when you finally opened up to her and confided in her, and she’d know she could always confide in you. sometimes, you’d get nervous that one day, she would move on without you. she would literally never ever even consider it, but sometimes you get in your head. and then she’d do something sweet that reminded you just how much she likes you, and you’d forget about your worries.

on one of the days you were supposed to hang out with the group, she’d pick you up, handing you a coffee when you got in the car.

“thank you,” you’d smile, buckling your seatbelt. “where are we going. jj said the beach, right? chateau first, then?”

she’d hand you her phone, opening spotify. “will you connect my phone? i’ve got some songs i wanted to show you.”

“yeah,” you’d say, plugging it in as you swiped through her playlists. “so, the chateau?”

she’d smile sheepishly, glancing over at you. “yeah, yeah that’s where we’re going. but i thought we could take the long way? i, uh…made a playlist for you.”

you’d smile, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek. “drive slow, love. we’ve got all the time we need.”

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hope you liked this! thanks for participating :)

#kiara carrera #outer banks #obx #1000 followers celebration #1000 followers #followers celebration #1k followers #1k followers celebration

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Welcome to Cereal Lovers! We are your one-stop coffee shop for the best cup of coffee you'll ever have. From espresso to latte to cappuccino, we've got something for everyone. ❤️Our cozy atmosphere is perfect for catching up with friends, having an intimate conversation, or just enjoying a nice moment alone. Plus, we've got a great selection of organic mueslis to satisfy any craving. @cerealloves #detoxluxembourg #healthyfood #healthyisfun #healthylifestyle #matcha #matchalover #veganluxembourg #luxembourgvegan #luxembourgcity #luxembourg_lovers #luxembourgfoodguide #luxembourgfood #luxembourgfoodblogger #veganlife #vegetarian #luxembourg (at Cereal Lovers) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoUGIF8tMud/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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kiwisol · 2 years

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cross the line | nct dream

relationships can be a stark black and white—but what happens when you cross the line and stay in the grey space?

PAIRING: 00 line x reader

THEMES: angst, fluff, pining, friends to lovers, roommates au, co-workers au, barista au, more to be added

POSSIBLE WARNINGS: suggestive, swearing, mentions of alcohol, possible smut, more to be added

AUTHORS NOTE: keep in mind that the premises of these stories are not set in stone, and i can change things up at any time !! :]

— MATCHA MAKER

PAIRING: huang renjun x reader

THEMES: pining, fluff, s2l, barista!renjun, coffee shop au

WARNINGS: tbd

SUMMARY: renjun is the quiet boy who sits in the highest row during lecture, you’re the one who brings a matcha latte to class everyday—and that’s exactly how he plans on winning you over.

STATUS: posted

— BLURRED LINES

PAIRING: lee jeno x reader

THEMES: fluff, f2l, roommates au, bassist!jeno, school journalist!reader

WARNINGS: tbd

SUMMARY: you and jeno couldn’t be more different, but you stay stuck together like glue nonetheless. you two blur the lines between a friendship and relationship, and he’s adamant on making you live a little.

STATUS: posted

— THE TWO STEP PLAN

PAIRING: lee haechan x reader

THEMES: fluff, f2l, fake dating au

WARNINGS: tbd

SUMMARY: after you and your boyfriend break up, there’s no stopping you from trying to one up him—what better way to do that than to fake date your best friend?

STATUS: posted

— VALENTINE MOTEL

PAIRING: na jaemin x reader

THEMES: co-workers au, acquaintances to friends to *gasp* lovers?

WARNINGS: mentions of smoking, swearing, mentions of alcohol, brief mentions of infidelity, drinking

SUMMARY: the night shift at the valentine motel usually meant convenience store food, a cute coworker, and emboldened feelings—so what happens when you score all three?

STATUS: posted

— join the tag list here or send me an ask !

#nct #nct dream #nct dream x reader #haechan x reader #jaemin x reader #renjun x reader #jeno x reader #nct fluff #nct x reader

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escapewriter · 2 years

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intro - profiles

matcha latte

yeosang x reader

genre : fluff, humor, slight angst, smau, slice of life au, college au, coffee shop, acquaintances to lovers

warnings : swearing

masterlist

synopsis

profile descriptions below!

otter: loves coffee and otters. is a full time student but has a knack for making coffee. is very friendly and good at talking to people.

yeosang: lowkey having a hard time getting his spark back, but he’s getting there. tries to keep a light mood and attempts to go back to normal but it’s tough out here. he’s doing his best :)

#8makes1teamnet #newskynet #ficscafe #destinyversenet #ateez #ateez smau #ateez social media au #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez yeosang #ateez kang yeosang #atz #atz yeosang #atz kang yeosang #kang yeosang #yeosang #matcha latte au

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softprettything · 2 years

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late bloomer, ch 5

AO3 | Previous | Next

Fandom: OHSHC

Pairing: Kyoya/Reader

Tags: 18+, A/B/O Dynamics, College AU, Fake Dating, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slice of Life, Eventual Smut

Summary: Nobody ever said falling in love with your best friend would be easy.

Taglist (new!): @silverhetdanes

late bloomer, ch 5

“God, another flat white?” You grit your teeth together as you tack the order sticker to the cup and pass it off to Hikaru. “Fucking grad school hipsters.”

“Says Miss matcha latte, please, with oat milk and a pump of vanilla? ”

“I don’t sound like that.”

“One, yes you do,” Kaoru chimes in from your left, grabbing the cup from his twin. (He’s right. You absolutely do.) “And two, you’re just pissy because Haruhi’s missing your super-special, super-roomies slumber party thing.”

You snatch the cup back from him, and push past to the steamer. “It’s a movie night. And it’s tradition. We’ve done it every year since we were eight.”

“So? It’s not like you’ll never see her again.”

Hikaru nods. “You literally live together.”

“Every year,” you repeat stubbornly. “For almost two decades.”

“And I’m sure you’ll do it every other year for centuries to come.”

“Kaoru’s right, (Y/N). Look at it from her perspective.”

“I am .”

“You sure? Because last I checked, it’s not every day you get asked out by an incredibly rich, incredibly good-looking omega.”

“He wasn’t that good looking.”

“But he is rich,” he counters. You open your mouth, and he raises his hands. “I know, I know. Saint Haruhi would never care about something so superficial as looks or money.”

“Probably she just likes that he’s assertive enough to ask her out to her face.” Kaoru leans against the counter next to you, crossing his arms, and leans in, staring at you almost as hard as you’re trying to avoid making eye contact with him. “Instead of, I don’t know, pining after her for years …”

“Shut up.” You look at the clock, and shove the finished drink at him. “And start closing out the register, while you’re at it.”

You escape to wipe down the empty tables, stacking chairs on them once they’re clean. The last customer takes her drink and, mercifully, immediately leaves. You lock the door behind her.

“Someone’s in a rush to get out of here,” one of the twins calls over the counter. You roll your eyes, though it’s more out of affection than annoyance. Or at least equal parts affection and annoyance. When they first started working at Ground Up (one of the busier coffee shops on campus) two summers ago, you were primed to dislike them—the class clown energy, the endless quips and banter. And you, as the most senior barista on shift, had the joyful task of trying to wrangle them into model service workers. In hindsight, maybe you were a touch too strict. You can’t imagine they liked you all that much back then, either. Those first few weeks in particular were so isolating—the way they talk to each other is almost like a secret language. You suppose that’s one of the perils of sharing a womb for nine months.

But at some point—somewhere between arguing about an espresso machine malfunction, and Hikaru walking in on you crying in the supply closet after a particularly stressful shift—they must have decided to adopt you, or something.

Of course, that doesn’t mean they tease you any less.

But it’s never mean spirited. And it’s nice to have that camaraderie. To be included in their secret language. And besides—no matter how much they may annoy you sometimes, there’s a special tie that forms between a couple of poor kids having to deal with the same stuck-up trust-fund babies coming into the cafe, day in and day out. You guys are trauma bonded, in a way.

“Remind us again why you haven’t asked her out?”

“I—”

“Ohhh, shit, that’s right—you don’t have a reason!” Kaoru cuts you off. “You’re just a wimp.”

Then again, being trauma bonded with them means they know all of your deepest, darkest secrets. Which gives them tons of material with which to be annoying as hell.

“I’m not—” You stop, and sigh. “I’m not going to dignify that with a response.”

“Mm hm.”

“And besides, it’s not like I haven’t told you before.”

“Right.”

“Fine! Fine.” You pause your chair-arranging to face them, ticking off reasons on your fingers. “I don’t want to ruin two decades of friendship. The last thing Haruhi or I need is a relationship when we’re already swamped with school and loans and all of that crap. I’d rather ask her out after school, when we’re employed and financially stable. Odds of college sweethearts lasting are zero to none already, and I don’t want to sour a perfectly good relationship with pointless arguments.” All that endless bickering. For some reason, your mind flickers back to your arguments with Kyoya—in class, at the hospital. The memories alone are enough to set that familiar fire of rage alight in your chest, send the blood rushing through your ears.

“But don’t you think—”

You put a chair up onto a table with such vigor that it ends up slipping right back off, crashing to the ground so loudly that you actually jump. They both rush to your side.

“You okay?” Hikaru asks, as his brother puts the chair up properly.

“I…I have to go.”

“...Okay.”

“I told Haruhi I’d be back in time to help her pick out an outfit,” you say. They both groan. You turn away from them, wiping down another table that you may or may not have already wiped down two minutes ago.

“(Y/N).”

“This is starting to get sad.”

“I mean, it was sad already.”

“Really sad.”

“But c’mon.”

“Guys!” You whirl around with your hands in the air. “Really. It’s not a big deal. She’ll go out on one date with him, and then she’ll get bored, and then…” You notice them exchange a look. “What?”

“Tamaki Suoh can be…a lot,” Hikaru starts. You snort.

“Yeah, I noticed. That’s what I mean, they’re nothing alike at all—”

Kaoru shakes his head. “What we mean is, he can be persistent.”

“Single-mindedly persistent. And charming.”

“ Really charming. When he sets his sights on a goal—”

“And right now it sounds like his goal is to romance Haruhi—”

“He won’t stop at anything.”

You roll your eyes. “So? Haruhi’s not going to get fooled by some…some insincere rich guy who’s just trying to smash.”

“I said romance ,” Hikaru repeat. “If he asked her out, it’s because he wants to date her. As in, a real relationship.”

You think back to the way he looked at her in the hospital. Sure. You suppose that makes sense. “Okay.” You cross your arms. “But, I mean, that isn’t only his call to make. She has to like him enough to want to date him.”

“Yeah. And clearly, she already does,” he points out.

You open your mouth, then close it. Uncross your arms, then cross them again. “How do you know so much about this guy, anyway? I’ve never even heard you mention him before.”

They exchange another look. An infuriatingly unreadable look. It's the kind of look that reminds you—no matter how good friends you may be, you didn't share a womb with them, and you'll never be able to read their secret language completely.

“We’ve had a lot of classes with him,” Kaoru finally volunteers.

“Yeah. That.”

You give them an odd look of your own, before returning to cleaning. “Whatever.”

They sigh in unison. “It’s really not healthy for you to be fixating so much on one person, (Y/N),” says Hikaru.

“You think I don’t know that? Trust me, I’d love to just be able to go on dates with people.”

“I don’t think you do, though, is the thing.” Hikaru hops up to sit on the table you’re wiping. You stop, but avoid making eye contact. “It’s starting to feel like an excuse, at this point.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Like, as long as you’re so focused on not-dating Haruhi, you don’t have to go through the stress of actually dating anyone.”

“And then you don’t have to open up to anyone, which means you don’t have to worry about getting hurt.”

You plop down in one of the remaining chairs, and raise your eyebrows at them. “What is this, one of your psych projects?”

“I mean it! And hey, look—if you want to be single, then stay single. But don’t do it because you’re stuck in a one-sided unrequited whatever.”

“And if you do have to be stuck in a one-sided unrequited whatever, why not switch it up? Pick someone else for a change. You don’t have to automatically be in love with the person you’ve known the longest.”

“Yeah. If that was the case, Hikaru and I would be screwed.”

You let yourself crack a smile at that. “Fine. I hear you, okay? I don’t necessarily agree with you…but I hear you.” You glance at your watch. “Shit. I have to run—you guys can put this last chair up, right?" You grab your bookbag off the floor and take off. "And don’t forget to take out the trash!” you call over your shoulder.

As the door closes behind you, the twins look at each other and shake their heads.

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