#missy (barista)

[the-metatron]

Success. I have arrived safely in 1978.

I already thanked the Doctor on the way. He's all yours now, @spine-fairy. (Just don't expect him to be able to walk for the next few days.)

Now, to search for @angelo-rib-shack's biological father, the infamous Greek God Zeus. And I already think I might know where to find him...

Indeed. Just as I suspected. As soon as I entered the Disco Swan pub and dance club, I saw the man himself.

Along with his harem (a bit young for my taste, but I respect his hustle, as the young people call it--or will call it a few decades in the future, rather).

Zeus complimented me on my beautiful purple ensemble, which I won in a bet while playing strip poker with the Doctor and Missy, and offered me a drink, on the house. I know I came here to confront him for so cruelly abandoning poor Angelo, but as someone who ingests things in my time, how could I refuse a stiff drink? (Or a stiff anything?)

I accepted the drink, then another, and soon enough we were laughing and swapping stories like old friends. Specifically, the kind of old friends who used to be lovers. It just felt so easy. Like I'd known him my entire life.

Zeus took my hand and led me to the dance floor. He hid it well, but I could tell he felt unsure. We disco danced until a slow song came on, and then we just held each other and swayed to the music. It was quite romantic, actually. I could tell I was falling in love again. (Sorry @amagnificentobsession)

Eventually, the music seemed too loud, so Zeus suggested we lose this crowd and go back to his place. I consented to this, and we went upstairs to his loft above the club. It was still pretty loud up there, but it was better this way. Now we could finally be alone.

I could finally do what I came here to do.

I demanded Zeus explain why he abandoned the most adorable, angelic little blond boy as a baby. He grew up on the streets, no father or mother, living like an orphan in a Charles Dickens' novel.

Zeus had no idea what I was talking about. He said he hadn't had any new children in thousands of years. He couldn't because his wife Hera always tried to kill them. (She isn't accepting of their open relationship.)

Zeus expressed his sympathy for Angelo, but insisted he was not the father. I looked into his beautiful big brown eyes and saw he was telling me the truth.

"I believe you." I said.

Then, I leaned in and kissed him.

I'll have to pause the story here, because things get quite explicit after that. Click the link below if you want all the juicy details.

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#the metatron travels back in time #the metatron time travels #the metatron and zeus #angelo the flaming barista #angelo the flaming adopted son #the metafam #the metster #the metatron and the doctor #the metatron and missy

[canisonicscrewyou]

WHAT WOULD KOSCH ORDER AT BUX

I need to think longer on individual regenerations. But. For the Master in general just….

Ungodly amounts of caffeine. Especially when he learns what to order. Like. A large uncut cold brew with x3 shots of espresso, no ice, and an unsettling amount of chai concentrate pumps. (Like, to the point where that shit must BURN. it’s spicy if you don’t mix it with anything.). No milk. Maybe an extra syrup. Cinnamon or toffee most likely. If there’s ice in the drink he chews it while he drinks it. It’s bitter and spicy and yet too sweet. There’s also a not-insignificant-amount of ginger juice in the chai concentrate, so I imagine it might give him at least a BIT of a buzz too. A bonus.

Extra Large Cold Brew, No Water, No Ice, 5 Blonde Espresso Shots, 20 Pumps Chai Concentrate, 10 Pumps Toffeenut Syrup. He can and will make you remake it if he’s in an even remotely bad mood. You know it’s a terrible no good horrible fucking dogshit day if he orders mocha syrup instead of toffeenut.

A large cup of whipped cream or cold foam on the side is not unheard of from the Master either. You’ll watch him drink both drinks separately. He won’t sit down, he won’t stay in the lobby long. Just enough to down his fucking concoctions and maybe hate on a barista who’s vibes he doesn’t like.

#I don’t think the Master is like. say. a Karen type. #I do however know he doesn’t give a shit. I’m #almost certain many baristas love him if he ever frequents a store for some reason. I know some hate him. #most of the ones who hate him simply have bad vibes #I do however think some baristas see Missy walking across the street to their store and are like HERE SHE COMES !!! #and she walks in and everyone is like OMG HI MISSYYY #even if she’s a raging bitch that day or always at that establishment. I think they all love her. #I think the queer teenage and 20-something baristas will call her queen and mama and mom and encourage her to do whatever fucked up shit #she’s talking about that day. and then she hits a customer over the head with an umbrella and everyone is like YAAAY see you tomorrow queen #and she does a twirl and leaves. she’d be my favorite actually. coworkers would bitch about her and I’d plug my ears and go LALALALALA #dr who #the master

[theorphicangel]

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Tags: enemies to lovers, college au, smut, 18+, slow burn,

Synopsis: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single, brooding man in possession of a good future in genetics, must be in want of a girlfriend.

Or at least a fake one to get his family off his back.

(college au & fake dating trope ft my favourite grumpy man who doesn't fall first but ends up falling harder. ouch.)

Taglist: @oharasfilipinawife @palesatan @yougavemeyourheartyouknow @amelialysm @crimin4llyins4ne @strawberryjuice9 @beezusvreeland @faretheeoscar

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chapter 3: war and anything but peace

“Are you still upset by that review?” Lyla prompts, chewing her morning toast loudly in front of you.

You groan aloud in response to her comment, auditory proof that if it wasn’t obvious enough by your body language and mood for the past forty eight hours, yes, you were still pissed.

That bastard almost cost you your job. Your very first job in fact since you had made it to college and he had almost made you lose it.

“I swear if I see him around on campus today, there’s no promise that I’ll stop myself from drop-kicking him.” you warn in a low tone as you peer into the fridge searching for something to eat.

Your shoulders drop in disappointment as the bare white corners of the refrigerators grimly greet you and your hungry stomach, guess you’ll just have to go grocery shopping later.

But for now you think that you can settle on an omelette to satisfy your needs. You take what you need and head over to the counter to prepare your breakfast.

The meeting on customer etiquette wasn’t too bad. Steve was…nice about it in a slightly condescending way. You just wished that you were given a chance to explain yourself from your own perspective, to try and prove that you weren’t actually trying to be rude.

Although, an upside of the meeting was that you’re now being taught on how to use the machines properly in the cafe.

“He almost cost me my job, Ly’.“ you note to your roommate, cracking two eggs into a bowl before whisking.

“Ah see, key word: almost.” She points out gleefully. “From an optimistic point of view, you still have your job right?”

You huff as you whisk, muttering. “Barely.” Your motions fastened quickly, gripping the whisk tightly. The thought of him proudly posting that comment makes you want to rage and you do so, letting your anger out on the current task of whisking eggs.

You groan aloud again, pouring the beaten eggs into the pan. “I just still can’t believe he did that to me. He barely fucking knows me.”

“Mhmm, like you’ve been saying for the past two days.”

“He’s publicly humiliated me, and now the whole campus knows that I’m the shitty barista at the cafe.”

“Not everyone–” Lyla quips up, a light smile drawn over her lips. “No one reads google reviews, if he really wanted to hurt you he’d go on yelp.” she snorts.

“Lyla, that’s not funny.” you deadpan, turning to face her.

She raises her hands, seated at the table. “Okay, okay, it’s not like I’ll give him any ideas, I haven't even met the guy myself.”

“It’s hard to miss him.” you mutter under your breath, specifically referring to his height.

“What was that?” Lyla posed, not hearing your response.

“Nothing, nothing, m’sorry I just…it was really embarrassing having to be talked down to by my manager about not doing my job properly, like it was so condescending. If I mess up one more time, then I thinkI’m gone for good Ly’. Even MJ was surprised to hear me come back.”

“Maybe you should get revenge.” Lyla notes, finishing up the last of her toast.

“What? Like murder him?”

“Woah, woah, hey there missy I wasn’t thinking about going that–“

“I was joking Lyla.”

A silence creeps in between the two of you, the sound of the eggs frying and Lyla’s crunch of toast being the only sounds in the room. As the scent of the omelette rose in the kitchen, you let yourself get carried away by your thoughts. Only a little bit. You know you said that you wouldn’t think about it anymore but you just can’t stop thinking about wrapping your hand around his large, veiny…

“I think you’re burning your omelet.” Lyla interrupts suddenly and as a result forces you to unconsciously squeak out your ongoing thoughts.

“Neck!” you say aloud.

“What?”

“What?” you repeat after her, dazed and confused.

“I said I think you’re burning your breakfast, babe.”

“Oh shit—”

/

Following your public mishap, you’ve returned to work. Eager to start over on a new leaf. MJ shows you all the basic tricks and shortcuts needed for the job which you note step by step in your head.

It goes smoothly, once you clock in. You make sure to smile at every customer, greet them with a cheerful tone, and try hard to put in all of your efforts to make up for what happened last week. So far it looks like no one really knows about the bad review online and you loosen up at the thought.

Lyla was right, you think. You had absolutely nothing to worry about.

MJ agrees too, praising you a few hours into your shift. “You’ve seemed to handle it well. Most people would have crumbled for good after having a talk with Steve.” You nod eagerly at her words, your eyes brightening up slightly.

“Have you thought about what you’ll do if he comes in again?” She asks, referencing back to your crude insult directed at him.

Sure, you had thought about a way to get revenge. In fact you had compiled a list of ways to get him to delete the review, that’s the only way that you’ll truly be able to move on from the situation.

Hesitating, you think about your answer before you speak, choosing from the list of possible methods to convince him.

“I’ll kill him with kindness.” you say, smiling before you hand the next customer a drink.

MJ hums. “And if that doesn’t work?”

“Then I’ll make him regret it.”

That’s all you get the chance to say before the devil himself walks into the cafe. MJ gives you a nudge, signaling you to get back to the till and take his order. This is the first time you’ve seen him since you’ve found out about the review.

Pulling on a fake smile and exaggerating your cheerful tone, you greet the tall and brooding customer in front of you.

“Good morning, what would you like today?” you greet, an eager smile on your face.

Miguel cocks up a brow, peering down at you. You don’t seem bothered in the slightest. He wonders if you’ve even read the comment yet.

“Coffee, milk, no sugar.” His face remains deadpan. You hum lightly, tapping his order into the till. You watch him pay, swiping his card without a second glance.

“I’ll bring it right over for you.”

MJ prepares his order for him whilst you get through the rest of the queue.

Just like before, you walk over to his table, isolated from the rest of the people in the cafe. You figure that he’s a loner in general and judging by his behavior, it’s not hard to see why.

“The nerve that you have.” you murmur, practically placing down his coffee with aggression. So much so that the hot liquid overspills on the table.

“Excuse me?” He frowns, his brows furrowed deeply, creating a crease.

Awh. He’s playing innocent.

“Your review. I saw it.”

He takes a moment before speaking again, his frown now switching back to a sort of smug face.“I was wondering if you saw that.” He mumbles. “What’d you think about it?”

That smile. That goddamn smile. You think you picked up his eyes lighting up just as the pure mention of the review. What a sadistic man.

You hold back a smirk as his eyes meet yours. They’re playful, teasing. He barely knows who you are yet plays into the temptation of learning how to push your buttons.

You batter your eyelashes on purpose, remembering to stick to your method of kindness.

“Anything else I can get for you, Miguel?”

His name slips easily from your mouth in a sultry tone. You weren’t really expecting that to come out of you and judging by the way that Miguel’s eyes widened slightly, you think that he wasn’t expecting it either. He sort of likes the way you make his name sound like that.

“Nope I’m good for now, nena. Pretty good service today, maybe last week was a fluke.”

“Maybe it was.” you say and suddenly your hopes are raised. Here’s your chance.

“Perhaps my service is good enough to take down the review now?” you propose, a smile printed across your face falsely. You take out a tissue from the metal box on his table and lean down to wipe away the split remnants of his coffee.

Your face is so close to his, you can practically feel his eyes bore into your skull as you wipe his table clean.

Miguel is so focused on you that he doesn’t even notice the words slipping from his lips. “I’ll think about it.”

“Really?” You glance up, now eye-level with him as you’re half bent over the table. Miguel leans closer to you, his face just a few centimeters away from yours. Your stomach fills with anxiety and apprehension but you’re not really sure why. His eyes never leave yours and you’re fighting every single muscle in your body to keep your own latched onto his own brown and intimidating eyes.

Miguel hums lowly, his voice low and rough as he whispers. “But you’re gonna have to try better than that if you want the review taken down, nena. I can practically smell the desperation from you. It’s…sad.”

Right there and then you swore that you have never wanted to kick a guy in the balls. His cocky attitude, the way that he looks down at you when he stands from his table,

You take a deep breath, shutting your eyes. You stand up fully, crumpling the paper tissue in your hand. “Fine. Keep your stupid review.”

“What?”

“Keep it up. You’ll regret it.”

Miguel snorts, clearly judging you. “Should I be scared?”

“I dunno’…should you?” you say, tilting your head. This time you’re not afraid to keep eye contact with him. He doesn't scare you and you shouldn't let him know how intimidated you are by him.

The two of you observe each other for a few seconds, waiting to see who’ll back down first. Your fists are clenched by your sides, your body and mind screaming at you to look away.

And unfortunately, you give in to your natural instincts.

Miguel opens his mouth to say something to you, probably something to tease you even more until his phone buzzes in his pocket. He immediately pulls it out and reads an incoming message that’s popped up on his home screen.

That frown that you once saw at the beginning of the conversation had now returned. This time his expression seemed a little more…unsettled.

“I gotta go.” He says abruptly, before downing his latte. Your eyes can't help but notice the way that his Adam apple moves as he drinks the beverage, causing the uneasy tension to return back to your stomach… again.

“You should get back to work.” He mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Don’t keep the queue waiting because then you’ll actually start living up to the review y’know?”

You’re quick to open your mouth to voice back a quick-witted reply when MJ calls out your name. You turn back to see her glancing over at you from the coffee machines.

“Hey! A little help here?”

Your shoulders sag at the thought of leaving your task unaccomplished. Shuffling away from his table, you move back to your station, entirely missing the way that Miguel turns back to look at you before he leaves.

Looks like he wins this one.

For now.

You - Nil

Miguel - 1

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[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝

An ordinary, relaxing day of arriving at Bucky’s coffee shop and spending it working on a project was what you planned to do, however, a certain brunette had other ideas.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ❦ Barista!Bucky Barnes x Writer!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ❦ 1.6k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❦ tooth-rotting fluff, implied spice, love letters ჻჻჻ TROPES: Best Friends to Lovers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ❦ I wrote this after having one of the best coffees ever.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ❦ @buckybarnesevents Into an Alternate June-iverse 𝗖𝟯 — Writer AU — Masterlist ❦ @anyfandomfluffbingo 𝗜𝟭 — Coffee Shop AU — Masterlist

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The bell overhead chimed as you swung open the door, and you rushed inside, shivering and shaking from the sudden frigid cold. Your laptop bag swung heavily against your hip, and you breathed a sigh of relief when the warmth of your favourite coffee shop engulfed you fully. 

The smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sweet sugary undertone of baked treats filled your senses, then you heard the chirp of a meow at your feet, followed by the weight of a small, fluffy body winding its way around your legs. Alpine, the resident fluffball, was greeting you with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

“Hi, precious girl,” you cooed, squatting down to greet your favourite cat. “How are you, missy? Keeping warm and staying outta trouble?”

“Causing it, more like,” a voice said from within the coffee shop, and you looked up, smiling happily. “You know what she’s like.”

“Takes after her–”

“If you say what I think you’re gonna say, you can keep it to yourself,” Bucky warned, finger pointed sternly at you. “Not starting that shit this damn early in the morning.”

You laughed and shook your head, rising to your feet – much to the disappointment of Alpine. “It is not my fault I found one of your secret kinks, Buck,” you giggled, striding over to your favourite table and unloading your laptop bag. “It just happened to happen when I was talking about what I was writing–hardly my fault.”

Bucky snorted and you looked over at him. He was staring at you with a deadpan expression, a brow raised slightly in challenge. “Yeah, sure,” he said, “I am pretty sure you did it on purpose.”

“I did not!” you said indignantly, hand over your heart in faux offence. “I just happened to write something that awakened something in you.”

“Whatever.” The hiss of the coffee machine sounded and then Bucky appeared around the counter, cup in hand with a plate of cookies in the other. “Your favourite, as per usual,” he drawled, placing the plate and cup down on your table before he took the seat opposite you, a sigh leaving his lips. “So, what’s on the agenda today, my Dove?”

You looked up from your cup and into Bucky’s handsome face. His long hair was tied back in a messy bun, and his shirt and apron were tight across his chest. The intricate tattoos on his neck were visible above his collar, while the ones on his right forearm were on show with his rolled up sleeve. The gleaming metal of his left shone in the warm overhead lights – a contrast of black and gold, so artistically beautiful that you couldn’t help but stare for a second too long. 

“Dove,” Bucky teased, tapping his metal fingers on the table top. “My eyes are up here, doll.”

“Oh, whatever,” you grumbled, ignoring the way your stomach fluttered at being caught red handed – the feelings you had long held for your best friend having long been an issue. “Anyway, today I am working on that chapter I told you about last night.”

“Ah.” Bucky nodded, glancing at your laptop quickly. “The one where your character takes on another one, and y’know, they hate fuck?”

The sip of coffee you just took almost ended up in your lap as you choked at Bucky’s words, and you looked at him wide-eyed. “What?!” you sputtered, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “I didn’t–”

Bucky grinned. “Oh, c’mon, Dove,” he chuckled, eyes bright with mischief. “I’m a reader too, I know where this goes.”

“I just haven’t heard you be so candid about fucking,” you blurted – the dreams and thoughts of doing just that with the man across from you rushing to the forefront of your imagination. “Just- Oh my god, a little warning next time.”

“Sure,” Bucky drawled, getting to his feet. “I’ll leave you to it, Miss ‘I don’t write fucking’.”

You stared at Bucky with your mouth open – never had he been so open, and if you weren’t dreaming… “Yeah, go, leave me alone,” you called to Bucky’s retreating back. “Shoo, leave me in peace.”

Bucky winked at you over his shoulder before he walked out the back, presumably getting more supplies, and it gave you a minute to think. 

Sure, you had been best friends with James Barnes for years now, and you’d been coming to his coffee shop for just as long to work on your novellas and ideas. You had learnt in that time that Bucky was also a reader, passionate about sci-fi and the likes, and he took a vested interest in what you were creating – supporting you tirelessly in your ventures. 

And here he was, openly… flirting? 

You sighed shakily, and put your fingertips to the keys on your keyboard. “Time to get to work,” you muttered. 

A few hours later, Bucky came and sat across from you again, this time with a sandwich on a plate, and a glass of iced coffee. “Lunch break, Dove, c’mon,” he urged, tapping the top of your laptop screen. 

“Just lemme finish this paragraph,” you said, bottom lip between your teeth. “Then I’ll stop.”

You saw Bucky nod out of the corner of your vision and pull out his phone, lazing back on the chair. 

It suddenly struck you just how similar Bucky was to the lead main character in your new story, and you felt a cold rush of panic spike through every nerve in your body with the realisation. 

Oh, no.

“Okay,” Bucky huffed, putting his phone away, and you hastily pretended to stare at your screen. “That’s enough. Lunch time.”

“Alright, alright, keep your pants on,” you replied, closing the screen. Bucky chuckled and pushed over the plate holding the delicious looking sandwich. “My hero, thank you,” you rushed, picking it up and taking a bite. 

“You’re welcome.” Bucky shifted and leant over to pat Alpine, who had just wandered over from her seat by the window to investigate the new food on the table. “So, did your characters–”

“Like you wanna know.” You rolled your eyes, smirking. “Awfully interested in it, aren’t you?”

Bucky shrugged, a lopsided grin pulling at his lips. “Just wanting to know how to best support my Dove–nothing wrong with that, is there?”

“You’re incorrigible,” you deadpanned. “But, yes.”

“Knew it,” Bucky whispered, fist pumping.

“Such a dork.”

You ate in companionable silence, and once you were done, Bucky took your plate to wash up, when you looked at the time – it was close to a meeting with an agent, and you would have to dash across town to get there in time. “Actually, Buck?”

“Yeah?” he called from the kitchen, poking his head around the door to look at you. “What?”

“Can I get a cup to go? I gotta get across town to a meeting.” As you spoke, you started to pack away your notebooks and laptop. “And your coffee always keeps me going.”

Bucky smiled, and nodded. “You got it, hang on.” He disappeared again and you got to your feet to walk to the counter, when he reappeared, bag in hand. “This is for you.”

The bag was just a plain paper bag, and you stared at Bucky suspiciously. “What–?”

“Just take it, Dove,” Bucky said, handing it over. You took it and then Bucky walked to the machine, snagging one of the biggest to-go cups he had. “I want you to have it.”

“That’s sweet,” you whispered, about to peer inside, when Bucky clicked his tongue. 

“Wait–open it later, when you’re home. It’ll be a good thing to have after a long day, alright?”

“Okay,” you drew out, narrowing your eyes. 

Bucky smiled innocently, and handed you the to-go cup. “Good luck, my little Dove–I know you got this.”

You said your goodbyes to both Bucky and Alpine, and began your journey across town, constantly unable to scratch the itch of curiosity for what was stored in the brown paper bag.

After the meeting that went quite successfully, if you said so yourself, you arrived home to your apartment, paper bag in hand. “Okay, time to see what trouble you’re causing, Barnes,” you mumbled, placing the bag on the kitchen counter with a sigh. The paper rustled as you opened it, and the smell of sugar hit you full force – an array of sweets, all of your favourites, both cooked by him and his baker business partner, Steve, lay in neat, clear boxes. 

“Oh my god,” you whispered, reaching into the bag and pulling out a note. “What–”

Neat handwritten scrawl decorated the page, and you sat down on a nearby stool to read. 

To my little Dove, 

You smiled, the name making the flood of butterflies in your tummy flutter to life. 

Know that if you’re reading this, I finally worked up the courage to ask this. Maybe not in a conventional way, but I know you very well by now, and by no means are you a conventional lass. So, forgive me. 

Confusion flooded you, much like the panic before in his shop. You hastened to continue.

Come with me to the bookstore on main street this weekend. I’ll text you the details once you’ve had time to enjoy the treats I gathered for you. 

And, yes – this is me asking you out on a date. 

With love, your Bucky.

The paper fell to the floor, and you squealed as you scrambled to grab your phone, only to see a text notification from the man himself. 

I said to enjoy your treats first, doll. 

You laughed and grabbed the bag. “If you say so, you sly bastard.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #alternate juneiverse 2023 #rookthorne's works #OF

[soulless-angel25]

assigning random jobs/occupations to new who characters- humanish au

missy- seamstress

river- bounty hunter, archeologist

clara- school teacher/nanny (this is canon)

amy- writer + various side gigs(modeling, kiss-o-gram, and other)

rory- nurse (canon)

bill- uni student, lunch lady, artist for commission

rose- (got her a-levels) uni student, barista (bar/pub)

mickey- mechanist

jackie- hair stylist

jack- former military,

martha- doctor

donna- temp (canon), goes on those debate shows even if she has little/no knowledge of the thing

yaz- police

graham- bus driver (canon)

grace- former school teacher, rockwall instructor

ryan- youtuber, does odd jobs on the side

nine- former military,

ten- freelancer, subs at schools

eleven- scientist

twelve- uni teacher

thirteen- pre-k teacher

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[eupheme]

MOVIE/TV - 2023 FIC RECS

this year has been filled with so many beautiful fics, I wanted to make a rec list to share & support everything I read. please check these out and support these creators, they are all incredible! 💖✨

ALFRED PENNYWORTH X F!READER

— Dance With Me by @tarrenterror25

You and Alfred move things to a more private area.

— On Display by @viceofdionysus

When Alfred finds you getting carried away on a video call, he asks you to put on a show for him.

— The Gentleman by @stargirlfics

Two chance encounters turn into something quite unexpected the longer you spend around a certain Englishman

— Thoughts No One Asked For But My Mind Had No Mouth And Must Scream by @/tarrenterror

Alfred Pennyworth x Vampire!F!Reader

— When the Night is Over by @/tarrenterror

After the flood, Dulce looks to do her part to help Gotham heal and hopes to bring change to the city.

— When We Met, I Felt My Life Begin by @/tarrenterror

You and Alfred are both trying to organize a special Valentine’s day for each other, but nothing seems to be going quite right! Luckily, young master Bruce is around to help you two get everything in order!

BRUCE WAYNE X F!READER

— Iron by @/stargirlfics

 Battinson + pussy eating

BUCKY BARNES X F!READER

— Anamnesis by @fluffyprettykitty

Transforming to a werewolf for what seems to be the first time with a familiar yet strange man by your side.

CAPRICORN X F!READER

— Take Me Home by @/tarrenterror

You are the second eldest daughter to the Adderhead and not yet married off by some miracle. This leaves room for a budding romance with a certain fire-raiser. The two of you must keep it secret lest your tyrant of a father find out.

DAVID ROBEY X F!READER

— The Devil Makes Us Sin by @tarabyte3

Your life isn't perfect, and you don't enjoy moonlighting as a camgirl for so many repulsive men, but you need the money and at least it's yours. You're getting by just fine. You're content. At least you thought you were. Then you get a strange text message. And you aren't sure if you're horrified or intrigued.

DRUIG X F!READER

— Calling by @redheadspark

You and Druig were meant to be together, and Druig gives you a place to call home because of that.

FRANK CASTLE X F!READER

— Saturday by @/fluffyprettykitty

Instantiable night session with Frank.

JAVI G X GN! READER

— Creation of the Heart by @0celesteisthebest0

Javi comforting you with bouts of insecurity

JAVIER PEÑA X F!READER

— Little Black Dress by @inklore

“you know how good you look in this dress? can’t fuckin’ concentrate on anything but bending you over and ruining it with my come.“ or the one where javi fingers you against a desk at a work conference.

JIM HOPPER X F!READER

— Heatwave by @/viceofdionysus

When Hawkins loses power during a heatwave, Jim does the neighborly thing and invites the pretty librarian out to his cabin on a private lake. But as they try to cool down, things only seem to heat up between them.

MARCUS MORENO X F!READER

— The Dinner by @frannyzooey

Missy invites you home for the weekend, unaware that you’ve actually been sleeping with her father since the semester started.

MATT MURDOCK X F!READER

— Cadence by @she-likesorchids

You're a barista living in New York, but you create erotic audios and sell subscriptions to make extra money. Matt has found a new outlet for his sexual frustration, and it's your voice. What happens when a chance meeting at your coffee shop threatens to blow both of your covers?

OBERYN MARTELL X F!READER

— Breath of Life by @/moonlight-prose

punctured by the arrow of cupid, oberyn is suddenly infatuated with you. you…the very breath in his lungs, the clouds in his sky, the reason the sun shone down on his home. he was in love and yet you couldn’t have felt more different.

PERO TOVAR X F!READER

— Menuet by @psychedelic-ink

you decide to take a swim in a lake that is deep in the middle of the forest. during your swim, pero finds you, and he’s not happy that you went out alone during a full moon.

PETER PARKER X F!READER

— Approach Shift by @psithurista

Peter Parker is a weirdo. A hot, distracting, irritating weirdo. And you can’t afford distractions right now. So there’s only one thing to do.

— Dial Tones by @spiderispunk

Peter gets a much-needed distraction after studying all night.

— Fragments of Tomorrow by @/psychedelic-ink

After a massive ecological disaster, the world is overrun by mutated flora and fauna, along with infected humans that sprout vines and flowers. Nature itself has turned against humanity, and you thought Peter would be by your side. That Spider-Man would protect you and those close to you—you never thought you’d be wrong in both aspects. But now he’s back, and you don’t know how to react.

SANTA (HARBOUR) CLAUS X F!READER

— All is Bright by @lavenderursa

Your husband has a rather bad yet exciting day at work which leads to an unexpected reunion and a much needed reminder of the Christmas spirit.

—Joyful Night by @cinewhore

You comfort your husband after his Christmas night run. 

SER BARRISTAN SELMY X F!READER

— Sometimes, Love is not Enough. by @sermormonts

Your knight of the Kingsguard: sworn to celibacy since he took the whitecloak at age three and twenty, bursting to prove all he knows of passion: not from song or script writ in stained pages, but from the glassy, heady ache you’ve etched into his chest—a heart kept dormant for decades.

STEPHEN GRANT X F!READER

— Love's Train by @moonlight-prose

a box of chocolates, a bottle of wine, and the floor.

— To Be Loved by @/moonlight-prose

“you didn’t intend to give up your heart - believing that you could remain one person without severing yourself in two.”

ULYSSES KLAUE X F!READER

— Bringin' Home the Rain by @the-eyes-of-andyserkis

You're no stranger to taking risks, in fact you prefer the unknown, however when you happen to cross paths with a certain black market arms dealer you find it uncharacteristically difficult to find your balance. (aka "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine.")

— Danger Starts the Sharp Incline by @citrus-moonlight

At your scientific organization the study of demon energy output has become no less mundane than it would at any other research facility. That is until you find yourself trapped with the demon who has recently shifted in your thoughts from an idle curiosity to a distraction.

— I Always Find My Way Back To You by @/tarrenterror

You can always count on Ulysses to return to you, but lately you find yourself wanting more. The new dangers in the world don't make the life of an arms dealer any easier and any day could be his last. Running away and living off the grid with the man you love is the dream. Does he share your feelings and can he be convinced to live a life with you?

— Please Hold… by @/tarrenterror

Klaue is not opposed to mixing business with pleasure.

— Salvation is a Deep Dark Well by @/citrus-moonlight

Memories and fresh desires are intertwined now and you think you might go mad from the waiting, but all you can do is try to keep yourself busy as you count down to Klaue’s return.

— Think I Need a Devil to Help Me Get Things Right by @/the-eyes-of-andy-serkis

After a particularly rough flight you’re suddenly having anxiety for the first time in all of your years in the air, buyou end up finding help in an unexpected place when an enigmatic passenger offers you a distraction.

— Woven by @/citrus-moonlight

As winter begins to settle in, the darkening days are unexpected brightened when you end up with the chance to spend a little more time with Ulysses Klaue.

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕

#so many faves on this list - you are all incredible 💕 #fan fic recs #fic recs #2023 fave fics #please support these creators! #hopper x reader #alfred pennyworth x reader #ulysses klaue x reader #stephen grant x reader #peter parker x reader

[magalidragon]

I’m not proud! I want “hey” with a raspy voice. 😂

Sorry this took longer than I thought but naturally I got really into the actual plot when it should just be a Drabble, lol.

I hope you like it! It's set in a random universe not in any other current fic AUs.

“Hey.”

It’s said in a raspy voice, a simple word. “Hey.” Yet it causes her toes to curl, the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end, and her palms to sweat. 

She swallows, glancing up over the top of her glasses. “Hey,” she replies, fumbling a little with the books and study guides, as he takes a seat across from her. He’s still in scrubs, his dark curls pulled back, and he’s tired, but manages a smile as he takes out his books. She shoves a packet of papers at him. “These are for you, I made you a copy.”

“Thanks.” The rasp is still there. He sometimes sounds like he smokes ten packs of cigarettes a day, but she knows it's just from fatigue and maybe the vape he sneaks when he thinks no one is looking. Then sheepishly admits to and says "I know I'm a doctor, but it's a bad habit."

She feels like a teenager around him, not a serious resident, preparing to take her boards. The sooner they were over, the sooner she could get back to focusing on her patients and <i>not</i> her study partner or the overwhelming threat of not getting board certified in her specialty of choice. Things like <i>crushes</i> were for children.

Also apparently her.

He looks up when the barista calls his name and gets back to his feet, rather wearily, trudging over to the bar, where he smiles politely. The barista looks like she's about to faint. He's absolutely clueless.

She's never met a man so oblivious to the effect he had on anyone around him, men, women, children, nothing. He just seems to go through life like a raspy-voiced, super sexy, slightly rumpled and incredibly kind saint. She has to wonder what lies beneath his perfect exterior. No one could be that perfect. There has to be a dark side. She's always wondered.

Her best friend insists he must have a secret family or he's a criminal on the run.  Maybe he's gay, Missy had suggested, but then Dany remembers how a patient dumped a water cup on her shirt and his gaze had lingered just a second longer when she'd walked off to deal with the soaking white t-shirt she'd been wearing.  Not gay, just extremely clueless.

They are the oldest in their residency class so they bonded a little over that. Fire and ice, their boss Olenna Tyrell had said on the first day. The tiny silver-haired pixie and the hard-as-steel dark-haired wolf. They've been working together for almost five years now; she in pediatric emergency medicine and he, in trauma medicine. They ended up bonding when he moved down to spend more time in the emergency room. Now, it's been months of prepping for the test that arrives in less than a week. 

They'd be traveling together, she thinks, biting hard on the end of her pen, which is already chewed up. Saving money on that. The boards are taking place at a hotel in White Harbor.  It's a five hour drive from Winterfell, Queen Alysanne's Memorial Hospital, where he's lived his entire life and she moved up from Dragonstone for her residency. 

She thinks it may kill her. 

Tension has been building for…well the first couple years she was lucky to have someone who just wasn’t out to stab her and betray her, residency was brutal like that. Then he became a friend and she feared ruining their friendship. 

Now?

Now the crush consumes her, and each time he says “hey” with that raspy Northern accent she wants to jump his bones and give him mouth-to-mouth.  Also to see if his arse is really as shapely as it appears even in scrubs, which should be criminal. No one should look good in scrubs.  Yet he does.  It’s so unfair.

He sits back down with his coffee, a massive cup that she knows is filled to the brim with steaming black tar, which is how he prefers it. He takes a long chug; coming off shift, no wonder he’s in need of the boost. “Alright,” he says, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth.  He exhales hard. He flips to the part of their study materials they’d left off at and tugs his flashcards towards him. “Quiz me.”

<i>Fuck me</i>.

Her mind is horrific. She closes her eyes hard. “I can’t concentrate,” she mutters.

“It’s almost over Dany,” he says kindly, clueless to her angst. He pats her hand, his fingers lingering over her slightly upturned wrist, where she has three tiny dragons tattooed. “We’ll be real, official doctors once we pass these things.”

They sort of are “real official doctors” with medical degrees and white coats, but once they pass the boards, that’s when they get their license in their chosen field. It’s when they official end residency and become real life long coat doctors. Except she can’t <i>think.</i> She removes her hand from his and slams her books closed, taking a deep breath, her cheeks flaming, her brain fighting against this highly unnatural urge she has to just <i>say it</i>. 

“Jon, I have something to tell you.”

He looks up, concerned, his dark brows furrowing. “Are you alright? Are you sick?”

“I just…I can’t concentrate on the boards on…on anything because…” She closes her eyes hard, and stutters out, fast and nervous: “Because I like you and it’s kind of killing me and I really just want to kiss you and I think once I kiss you, it will all go away and we can go back to being friends, forget everything, and then take these boards, and…and go back to normal.”

Normal, being whatever the seven hells it was between them once kissing was out of the way. 

Once the <i>crush</i> went away.

He blinked at her, his lips parting slightly. She watched his gray irises widen around his pupils, before the pupil began to dilate.  <i>Attraction</i>, her doctor brain began to tell her, going through the body’s biological response to sexual stimuli. Or maybe he was having a stroke. 

Maybe she was having a stroke.

“A kiss?” he echoed. He waved his finger between them, swallowing hard. “You think…if we kiss…you can…you can end a crush you have on me and…and…then things…can go back to…normal?”

He’s piecing out the words, trying to fit it all together. She nods quickly. “Yes,” she blurts. 

“Oh.”

They’re silent, and then he ducks his head.  <i>Oh gods</i>. She’s truly ruined this.  “Or,” she says, hurrying, and gathering her things, embarrassed, her face flaming hot, her palms sweating, and heart sinking. “We pretend that nothing ever happened and I go home and I jump off my roof and…”

Suddenly his hands are around her cheeks, scratchy palms on her soft skin, and his lips are over hers, and then she’s falling into him, and grabbing the front of his scrub shirt, before her fingers dive to his curls, pulling at them lightly. He’s gentle and mindful they’re in the middle of a bloody coffee shop, but she feels his tongue lightly brushing over her lower lip and she opens slightly to allow him to tease at hers, before they’re both pulling back, staring wide-eyed at each other. 

And bloody hell. 

The crush has now exploded into full on fucking love, she’s sure of it. 

“Jon,” she breathes, holding onto his wrists.  

He smiles, shy, and mumbles, “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day of residency, Dany.”

Now it’s her turn to be dumbfounded.  “Oh.”

He nods and separates completely, hands dropping to their books. She does the same.  

“Wanna’ get out of here?” they both blurt out at the same time.  

“Yes,” they both reply. 

Several hours later, as she stirs in his arms, waking from a lovely nap after finally discovering what truly lay under those scrubs– absolute perfection, of course– she hears a slight rasp in her ear.

“Hey.”

And she’s smiling, nuzzling closer, whispering, contentedly: “Hey.”

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #jonerys Drabble

[craftycheetah]

Cutting the engine, Hitoshi takes his keys from the ignition as he parks outside the cafe. Stepping inside, he greeted the cats with a smile before going to the register.

“Welcome to the Paw-fee House,” a voice says from behind the counter.

“Hey, Y/n, I’ll—you’re not Y/n….” Hitoshi trails off, looking at the wide-eyed green-haired woman.

“Oh, yeah, she’s not working this week. I can still take your order if you’d like?”

“Oh, um, okay.”

Hearing your doorbell ring, you sighed to yourself, putting your phone down on the couch. “Who the hell is at my door? I can’t go to work and I don’t have that many friends, so that rules out anyone I know….” you grumble. Walking down the stairs, you roll your eyes as the doorbell rings again. “Alright, alright I’m coming, yeesh!”

Once you opened the door, your heart dropped when you saw a familiar pair of golden and slightly crazed eyes staring back at you.

“Y/n! Bestieeee! It’s been so long since we hung out!”

Staring at the dual bunned girl, you look between her jacket and her wide smile, anxiety starting to course through your veins.

Toga stared at you with a wide smile before noticing the dread in your eyes. Looking down at your jacket, she realizes the source of your fear. “Oh relax! I’m not here on business, I’m here for fun!” she grins. “I’m not gonna do anything beside hang out with the best barista I know! Also, since you can’t do anything, why not have a little girl time?”

Looking at Toga, you mind raced as you realized there weren’t that many other options. “Fine…” you mumble. “Come in.”

Toga, hoists the duffel bag over her shoulder with a sharp toothed smile and walks into your apartment. Taking her shoes off at the cubicle, she follows you up the stairs. Once she makes it to your couch she sits on the cushion and starts taking things out of it. “Sit. We have so much to talk about.”

“How about you just do what you came to do…”

Stretching out on the couch, you pause the Netflix show with your dried left hand as Toga adds a clear coat to your right hand. While scrolling through the menu, your phone goes off.

Turning her head at the high pitched mewl that came from your phone, she reads the screen. “Ooh, what’s this?! Who’s Lavender Coffee Addict?” she teases.

Glaring at Toga, you grab your phone, moving it closer to you. “You don’t see me looking throught your business! Stay outta mine!”

Toga pouts before gasping at the way you reacted. “Wait a minute…is he you’re boyfriend?!”

Staying quiet, you look away from her as she continues trying to pry at you.

“Oh cmon! If he’s your boyfriend I won’t tell shiggy! I’m not here on business, remember?” Toga whines giving you puppy dog eyes. “I promise!”

Groaning, you turn to her, “Okay, okay, stop looking at me like that. It’s creeping me out! He’s not my boyfriend, but he’s starting to grow on me…” you sigh, mumbling the last part.

Toga gasps before squealing. “Bestie’s got a crush!”

“No I don’t! It’s not like that!”

“Yes it is like that! Tell me more!”

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your phone wary of your new nails, and took a couple pictures of them.

After about thirty minutes of Toga bothering you about Hitoshi, you roll your eyes and start making snacks for you and her. As the sun started setting Toga leaned into your lap and looked up at you with a grin.

“Why are you looking at me like that ?” you ask, confusedly looking at the blonde.

“Sleep over?” Toga offers.

“No.”

“Why?”

“One, you’re chaotic as hell. And two, you didn’t bring clothes.”

“Pleeeease? I could borrow some of your clothes.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head. “No, Toga,” you snicker.

“Fine! But I expect you to be up nice and early in the morning missy! This convo about your little biker boo isn’t over!” Toga announces as she packs her stuff. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After Toga left, you sighed to yourself and finally got around to texting Hitoshi back.

Purr Like An Engine pt.7

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»Summary: Bikers weren’t necessarily a problem in your city, but to you, they were like the bubonic plague. After running into one of them, you had to ask yourself, are bikers really that much of a nuisance?

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[facetheravenwood]

clara (obviously), twelve, and missy for the coffee orders :)

this turned out WAY longer than i thought bc i am autistic about both doctor who and third wave coffee

clara: quad cappuccino with either regular or oat milk bc she's GAY, and she asks for it almost LUDICROUSLY dry because she's insane like that idk. quad shot because she teaches middle schoolers and needs to feed her caffeine addiction to get through the day

twelve: black redeye with about 15 sugars dumped in it so when he gets to the bottom it's a gross slurry, but if there's simple syrup he's using as much as he can fit in his cup. he's morally against milk in his coffee.

missy: very specific instructions on how to make a mocha latte to her exact specifications, with some kind of modifier like "extra extra hot" or "75% as much mocha as you'd normally use" or something else tiny that grates on baristas' nerves. she throws a tantrum (read: commits homicide) if they don't make it specifically how she wants it idk maybe i'm projecting a little here

#i know customers like this and that's why i think she would be one of them gjfhdhs she's insane and delights in human suffering!! #i stand by twelve finding milk in coffee unacceptable. funnily enough my dad is like that too. grumpy old man things i guess #clara is a little bit self indulgent but i absolutely think she's insane enough to drink something like that #i could see her as an iced dirty matcha gal in the summer tho. espresso macchiato if she's feeling particularly slay on any given day. #don't ask me how i decide. it comes to me in a vision i am communing with the autism spirits rn #ask game #hc #headcanons #teddypdf #luv u man <3 #clara #twelve #missy #asks

[wholegrainporknbeans]

Idk if anyone will care but I'm just gonna post some info for the snapper the rapper characters hehe

(These lovely drawings are by @ask-parappa-the-rapper-and-ujl check them out!)

First, Snapper and their friends!

Name: Snapper Funny-Rappa

Age: 17

B-Day: January 14

Likes: Singing, watching movies, Jet Baby.

Dislikes: Spiders, people who are loud, getting messy.

Relations: Parappa Rappa (Father) Sunny Funny (Mother) Wishy Washy (Crush)

Name: Wishy Washy

Age: 16

B-Day: April 1

Likes: Noodles, the rain, rodents.

Dislikes: Cheese, birthday parties, fancy clothes.

Relations: Glossy Washy (Mother) Missy Washy (2nd Mother)

Name: Shirley Squirrely

Age: 16

B-Day: March 3

Likes: Wood, long coats, fancy belts.

Dislikes: Long running franchises, pepperoni, the color orange.

Relations: Sherman Squirrely (Father) Shelly Squirrely (Mother) Kammy Kola (Adopted Brother) Gabriel Ant (Boyfriend

Name: Gabriel Ant

Age: 15

B-Day: August 22

Likes: Rocks, ghosts, coveralls.

Dislikes: Math, bicycles, peanuts.

Relations: Unknown parents Shirley Squirrely (Boyfriend)

Name: Jackie Lopa

Age: 17

B-Day: May 15

Likes: Karate, legends, casual wear.

Dislikes: Disappointing people, onions, her antlers.

Relations: Justin Lopa (Father) Jaxxy Lopa (Mother) Snapper Funny-Rappa (Crush)

Now the teachers!

(Tamanegi isn't my character obviously but I still wanna show off the drawing they did)

Stage 2

Name: Slim Jim

Age: 26

B-Day: June 30

Likes: Long walks along the beach, stars, working out.

Dislikes: Sweat, being underestimated, metal music.

Relations: N/A

Stage 3

Name: Barista Skunk

Age: 32

B-Day: February 28

Likes: Hospitality, painting, the concept of dreams.

Dislikes: Her skunk stench, conflict, tank tops.

Relations: Ms Milady Piper (Fiance)

Stage 4

Name: Ms Milady Piper

Age: 34

B-Day: October 31

Likes: Painting, coffee, Halloween.

Dislikes: Masculine clothes, change, traffic.

Relations: At least 1001 kids Presley (Her oldest child) Barista Skunk (Fiance)

Stage 5

Name: Avii The Nerd

Age: 18

B-Day: March 10

Likes: Collecting, New Berry Munch Munch, stuffed animals.

Dislikes: "Fanfic haters", vanilla ice cream, fruit.

Relations: Mr. Vocodo (Father) Ms. Vocodo (Mother) Avery Vocodo (Older brother) Snapper Funny-Rappa (Frenemy)

That's all for now lol

#im really passionate about this if you couldn't tell lol #parappa the rapper #snapper the rapper #ptr

[stoutlandtrainer]

So I've decided, I'm moving to Alola...

I'll be back in Nimbasa City (With some time in Accumula Town) for a week or two in July to pack up my stuff and prepare for the move. Missy is going to be left with my parents since I don't think I'm allowed to take a foster pokemon with me. I've managed to find a decently cheap place on Melemele Island near the beach and the Pokemon Center nearby is hiring for a barista, and I've already submitted my resume.

To think that only about a year ago I had made the move from Accumula town to Nimbasa City to pursue a career in fashion design, and I thought that was a big move. Now I'm headed off to live in a different region... This is a new chapter in my life and it'll be filled with different adventures than the ones I would've faces staying in Unova.

Can't wait to spend my nights looking up at the Alolan sky full of stars, but I'll miss the bright lights of the big city.

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #under the alolan moonlight 🌙

[timetreatment]

((Missy x Tenth Doctor x Simm!Master threesome thread with @timetakeover​ moved from discord to tumblr under read more - it’s not super graphic yet, it’s just several replies long))

The Doctor was having a particularly nice dream where he was enjoying tea with Rose, Martha and Donna. He was eating a delicious scone, laughing at something Donna said, when consciousness called to him. Still mostly dreaming, he tried to rub his eyes and found that his arms couldn't move.

That woke him up quickly. He blinked awake rapidly and looked down at himself. Tied to a chair. Soft music was playing from somewhere. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was buying a coffee at a Starbucks. Had it been drugged? The barista had been oddly attentive, putting a lot of extra care into his drink. The Doctor had thought she just had a crush on him, the way she was flirting with him. It must have been a ruse to get him off guard.

He struggled with his bindings, with enough force that he nearly knocked the chair over. No good. He was trapped. He cleared his throat.

"Hello? I'm awake. If anyone wants to explain what's going on, now would be a fantastic time."

The barista crouches behind his chair, her chin resting lightly on his shoulder from behind. He responds in a pleasantly calm way for someone drugged, kidnapped, and bound to a chair against his will. So cute.

She isn't sure where to start, but she knows she needs to get to the point. Her other self is lacking in patience; she has minutes before he's going to bust in, whether she's able to set up the big reveal for him or not. 

"Oh, my apologies. I've been a bit rough, haven't I? I haven't quite mastered," she emphasizes with an exaggerated wink that's lost on her captive, "this customer service stuff yet. I suppose that's why you're here. Practice. You will let me service you, won't you?"

The Doctor tries to twist his body around to see her, but he's not able to move enough to see her face. He recognizes her voice, though—the flirty barista.

"What's going on here?" he huffs, trying to push down how flustered he was by her. His knee bounced, making the chair shake slightly. "I wasn't even sticking my nose anywhere it wasn’t supposed to be, for once. You're going to have to catch me up. I just wanted to try that pumpkin spice thing everyone's been raving about for the last few decades."

She rolls her eyes. She hopes that at least her past self, waiting just outside the door, both heard and appreciated her witty comments. She doesn't know why she expected him to catch on to her true identity so easily.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she always holds out hope that he's thinking about her, that he's hoping every stranger who threatens him at a nearly empty Starbucks is really her in disguise. Sure, it may not make sense when he knows full well what his current Master looks like, and that he isn't yet dead, but it's habit. She's supposed to be the center of his universe, like he is hers.

Her arm snakes around his waist from behind, palm pressed to his stomach. She nuzzles into his shoulder. He smells good; familiar. She opens her mouth to speak, only to be cut off by immature shouting from the other side of the door.

"You've got thirty seconds! Twenty nine! Twenty eight!"

She groans against the Doctor's shoulder. She should've done this alone; he's killing the mood already. "Here's the short version. In a few years, we're going to be very, very, familiar with each other-"

Door is shoved open; the Master enters with a flourish, as though he's expecting applause. He crosses the room and kneels before the Doctor; everyone at eye level, hand on his shoulder that hasn't already been occupied by Missy.

"I see you've met Missy. Or should I say… The Mistress. My next regeneration. Charming, isn't she?"

"What?" The Doctor twisted his neck to look between them, unable to grasp what was happening to him right now. He'd met himself before, so it made sense two versions of the Master could team up, but it was the last thing he was expecting. "What? Two of you?"

He wished he could see this "Missy" better. He could certainly feel her. If she was the future Master, he didn't mind so much that she was feeling him up. When it was a stranger, it made him uncomfortable, but the Master was different. He could smell his familiar scent on both of them now, hidden underneath their strong perfumes. His head swam. The Master's face briefly blurred in his vision from how overwhelmed he was; when the Doctor could focus himself again, the Master had that same familiar smirk.

"I, uh…" He shook his head, trying to clear it and not let it show that they were getting to him. "Ahh, it's you," he said, finally managing to catch onto his usual bravado. "Well, that explains it. Lovely to meet you, Missy. You're looking well in your next regeneration. Me, I'm hoping to be a ginger next. Always wanted to be a ginger."

The Doctor was unable to look away from the Master's captivating gaze when he knew he couldn't see Missy very well anyway. Maybe he was hypnotizing him. The Doctor had always thought he'd never used hypnosis on him, but it would explain why he had always been so drawn to him no matter what he did.

He was scared, certainly, and his mind was working at every detail they let slip trying to figure out what they were up to before they could do real damage, but he was selfishly excited. He missed his friend, and now he was pinned between two of them. He swallowed dryly.

"And to what occasion do I owe the pleasure? What are you two plotting?"

"You haven't figured it out yet? The Master has been a very naughty boy." She remarks as she moves to her feet and begins to circle her prey. Her past self attempts to stand as well; she prevents it with a hand on his shoulder, forcing him back to his knees.

"Time traveling without you. Getting into trouble. Finding me."

The Master's gaze follows Missy now that she's up; if he had been trying to hypnotize the Doctor, which he wasn't, the spell would be broken. He refocuses on the Doctor only as he speaks. "You're a handful, Doctor. Who better to help me keep you in line than myself?"

Missy nudges the Master out of her way and sits across the Doctor's lap, arms around his shoulders. "Let's get to know each other."

The Doctor narrowed his eyes, watching her. She was quite pretty; he recognized the Master in her. He didn't, however, know what their plan was. He didn't know where to begin. He hadn't even known there was a problem, let alone figured out how to solve it.

He liked the attention, wanted to take it in and preen in it, wanted to enjoy the weight of this new Master in his lap and get lost in their touches coming from both directions. He wished they weren't definitely doing something evil. "All this drama, it won't stop me stopping you," he said. "Thanks for the special treatment, though. Love it. Feeds my ego. It's getting almost as big as yours."

Missy grimaces, tilting her head back to look at her other self. "He gets smarter with age. Can you spell it out for him, my dear?"

There's a beat of hesitation when the Master stands, almost expecting Missy to shove him to the ground again. She doesn't, seemingly too distracted playing with the Doctor's hair, fingertips stroking through the back of it. It's his turn to take the stage.

The Master circles him as he speaks. "You wound me, Doctor. Haven't we been getting along lately? If I was going to kill you in some grand scheme, do you really think I'd share the credit with her?"

She's losing her patience with both of them; she can't resist but to butt in. "It only takes one of us to kill you. We've brought you here to thank you."

"To take what we deserve," the Master corrects.

"More flies with honey, darling. Don't interrupt." Her attention is returned to their captive. "I'm going to cut to the chase. This is a sex thing."

"A-A what?" the Doctor stutters. "A—it's a—" he lowers his voice. "Sex? You want to have sex? With me? Both of you?"

He can feel his ears burning. That explained why they were all over him. That was normal with the Master, of course, but now it took on a different meaning. Of course he wanted to—How many times had he thought about it?—but it was the Master. It couldn't just be that. There had to be some kind of evil scheme behind it, didn't there?

"Is that really all you want? Just sex? It's not just a ruse for some sort of devious plot to… well, you know, take over the world and all that? Because, er, uh, yes. Okay. We can do that."

He fidgeted in his bonds, suddenly shy. "Wow, I haven't had sex in…" He chewed the inside of his cheek, thinking. "I dunno, since... since before the Time War. It's been awhile. I have to confess, I'm a bit rusty."

The Doctor blushes a bright red at the realization, and it's so very satisfying for both of his captors. Finally, now that everyone is on the same page, things can progress.

The Master's circling leads him once more to the front of his audience, hand going to rest on Missy's lower back. She stiffens slightly, then relaxes into the touch; it's different through her thin polo shirt than through layers of thick fabric.

"That's why there's two of us."

"Making up for lost time."

"Breaking you in."

Missy stands from the Doctor's lap, taking a moment to focus on her other self. Delicate fingers work their way down the buttons of the Master's shirt, leaving it open but still on him, chest bare. For a moment, eye contact is so intense that they seem to forget the Doctor is watching.

He grabs her ass, pulls her flush against him, mouth against her throat. Head tilts; she makes eye contact with the Doctor, as if to communicate that it will be his turn next. She grasps the back of the Master's hair and tugs him away from her neck; he's getting distracted.

Her hands find the Doctor's arms where they're bound to his chair, leaning in close to him as she speaks. The way she bends only at the waist leaves her backside sticking out to be admired by the Master. His fingers hook into the waistband of her pants, tugging them down to her ankles as she speaks. She doesn't so much as flinch; he's predictable. "Promise to behave if we untie you?"

"Oh, uh, um, yes," The Doctor manages. He feels like he should look away. Things like this were always meant to be a private moment, but it's on display for him. And he was to be part of this next? He's hot under the collar. In all his years of life, he's never done anything like this before. "I'll—yes. Whatever you say."

His eyes glide over Missy's bare legs and the Master's chest, shyly, as if afraid to take it all in. His eyes keep darting away and being drawn back. It feels too good to be true. He realizes what he said—agreeing to do whatever the Master said—and backpedals. "Well, within reason. Are we certain there's no evil plan involved?" God, they were both pretty. He rarely got to admire the Master anymore. There was always something more pressing going on. "I feel like I'm being tricked. But as long as nothing, you know, particularly fiendish is happening, uh, I, um, yeah. I'll play along." He can't keep eye contact. He's too embarrassed at what he's agreed to.

The Doctor is visibly overwhelmed and nervous. He's not used to situations like this. The Master relishes in his discomfort, watches hungrily as he squirms in his seat, so desperate to gaze at them but so quick to look away as soon as he realizes he's doing it. He wants to make it worse, to tease, to drag this out and watch him stammer.

Missy, however, takes pity on him. She wraps his tie around her hand and uses it to tug him just a little bit closer, to force him to lean in towards her despite the way he's still bound to his chair. She kisses him, softly, easing him into it.

"Shhh… 'Whatever you say' sounded so tasty. Let's leave the rest up to chance."

Fingers unknot his tie easily, pulling it off of him. She brings the soft fabric to his eyes, tying it across his face to act as a blindfold. As much as she likes to show off, he's too focused on where he should look. For now, she wants him to focus on the sensations alone.

Pressure at his wrists is released. Hands graze his arms in the process and he can feel that it's the Master now, not Missy, handling him. Missy's heels click against the tile floor as she takes a few steps away; it seems she's going to allow her other self a turn with their captive.

The Doctor kisses her back shyly, not entirely sure of what to do, but melting easily into her touch. He lets her take the lead—she clearly knows what she's doing more than he does. His eyes flutter shut as she kisses him, and before he knows it, his tie is a blindfold over his eyes.

He lets out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He hadn't realized he'd been so stressed out about where to look until it was taken away. Of course, now he has his hands to worry about, but he didn't even fully know where they were, let alone where to touch them, so it wasn't as pressing a concern. Part of him is even more nervous. He's still a little worried about this being an evil plot, and that he was making a mistake by giving up so much power to them, but it came so easily.

He doesn't resist the Master's hands on him. He can feel they're his and not hers—bigger, rougher, and his hearts skip a beat. He's pretty sure they're both wearing rings, though. It would hurt if they hit him. He hopes they don't. It's so incredible to feel those rough hands being gentle with him.

The Doctor sits on his chair with his hands in his lap, his mind racing at what they'll do to him next. Would he like it? Did he like sex? It was hard to remember. It had been so long since he'd had it, and it hadn't been in this body, so it was faded and hard to remember. He liked the closeness of it. He wanted nothing more than to feel close to the Master again. He'd let them do anything to him for a chance at that. His breathing picked up with anticipation as he felt the Master's proximity.

#timetakeover #mature #m. ten

[thestitchingwitch]

The Perfect Shot

Summary: You’re a barista who’s been tasked with training the new hire. Little do you know that you’ll be training one of the biggest names in Super Hero history...

Warnings: angst, fluff, shy!Reader, romance, teasing, low-self esteeem (reader), jealousy, enemies to lovers trope, female!reader

a/n: Hey everyone! This is my first time writing an Ice Break fanfiction so warning: it might be shite! >_< 97!Devin Walker doesn’t get a lot of love on here (for...reasons tbh???) No disrespect to the Walker family intended. I just really love Ice Break lol. Feedback is welcome! I might make this into a series. idk yet tbh

Word Count: 3,017

Saturday started off like any other: your alarm went off, you showered, and headed downstairs to grab some breakfast. The smell of French toast sticks, maple syrup, and bacon permeated the house; it was really hard to resist. Was it your favorite breakfast? No, you very much preferred when mom made pancakes, but this was the next best thing. 

“Hey sleepy head, good morning,” your mom trilled when you entered the kitchen, a smile on her face. 

“Morning, mom” you yawned. 

“Hey missy, cover your mouth when you yawn,” your dad sternly said, peering up from the newspaper he was reading.

“Sorry dad,” you groaned and rolled your eyes. I literally just woke up. Is it an actual crime to yawn? You thought to yourself as you grabbed a plate from the cabinets. 

“So, kiddo, you have any plans today?” your dad paused, folded up his newspaper to make conversation with you. He took a sip of his coffee. 

“Erm, not a whole lot planned? It’s really just like every Saturday: work, come home, study. Erin invited me out to a party tonight with some kids from school, but I’m not sure if I feel up to it,” you placed your plate on the kitchen table and started pick at the French toast stick. 

“Aww, sweetie. Is everything okay? You’re in high school - you should be out with friends. You know, it’s okay to have fun once in a while,” your mom came over to put her hand on your shoulder. 

You gave her a reassuring smile back. She was right; this WAS the time to have fun with friends, party, and maybe even meet cute guys. Yeesh, that thought was...something. Truthfully, you’ve always felt out of place in this small town. You were never particularly popular or even good looking for that matter; average at best! No one ever asked you out to any of the school dances or admitted to having a crush on you. You just really wanted to go through the motions until you graduated high school. Maybe then life would get better for you?

Once you were finished with your breakfast, you put your plate in the sink and headed upstairs to check your IM before heading off to work. You had one message and it was from Erin. 

BRClov3R_93: OMG. You’ll never guess who’s in town!

Lilac_Kitten: ?

BRClov3R_93: DEVIN WALKER AKA ICE BREAK

You’ve heard of him before: he was that ice hero that literally ALL of your female classmates were going crazy over. Erin especially. The inside of her locker was LITTERED with everything Ice Break. It was like a crazy shrine to this kid. You never understood the hype. He was probably a douche bag in real life anyways. Most celebrities were. 

Lilac_Kitten: Oh, that’s cool. 

BRClov3R_93: Just COOL?!? Y/n this is a once in a life time opportunity. I mean, what are the chances of him coming back to Newbury Park?! Me and the girls are going to try and find him in town. We’re going to skip on the party at Nick’s tonight. You want to come with us??????

Lilac_Kitten: Ahhhhhh I’m okay. You guys enjoy. 

BRClov3R_93: Booooooooo I’ll let you know if I give Devin kiss ;)

Vomit. You’ll never understand what Erin sees in that guy. He’s not even that hot!

You check the clock. Shit I’m going to be late if I don’t leave now. You log off and head off to work. 

As crazy as it sounds, you really enjoyed going to work. You were a barista at the only coffee shop in town, the Panama Treasures Cafe. It was run by a couple who actually was from Panama City. Every shift, you’d learn a little more about their adventures, brewing a cup of coffee, and most recently, how to pull the perfect shot of espresso. It was REALLY challenging but you felt like you were getting the hang of it. Knowing how many grams and how fast a pull was coming through was still tough. Lupe, one of the owners, would always tell you, “making the perfect shot of espresso is a lot like being married. You have to know the right amount to put in, the type of bean you’re working with, and most importantly, you have to be patient.” This analogy sounded like a reach to you, but you soaked up every word she said when it came to espresso making.

“Hey Lupe and Renato - sorry I’m late!” you rush in to the shop. It’s quiet for a Saturday morning. The regulars are there: George, the old man who always orders a small black coffee and cheese danish. Rylie, the young college student who is there for like 12 hours every Saturday studying. However, you knew within the next half hour or so, the shop would be slammed with customers. 

“Y/n that’s the third time this week! You gotta get better at being here on time,” a short, wirey-haired woman popped up from behind the counter. She put her hands on her hips. “The Saturday morning rush is happening soon and we gotta make sure we’re ready, Y/n. You know this. Don’t make me call your parents.” You roll your eyes again. 

“Yes, Lupe. Sorry - I’ve just been...distracted,” you bite your lip. 

“Well, being distracted stops right now. We have a new hire who’s going to be with us for a little bit,” Lupe said. 

New hire? Since when? And why didn’t Lupe or Renato tell me? 

“Oh, that’s so exciting. Are you sure that the Saturday morning rush is the best time to train a new hire? It gets really busy. Not that like, I should be telling you how to run your business or anything. It’s just like, it can get overwhelming, you know?” you said. 

“Sometimes the best way to learn is under pressure. That’s how the best espresso shots are made, right?” Lupe winked at you. This was absolutely a weird straw man analogy, but okay. You heard the shop door open and the bell ring. In walked a familar face: he was tall and a little on the lanky side, golden blonde hair with slight blue tips, and a charming smile you’d know anywhere. It was Devin Walker. 

“Hey, Mrs. L!” Devin waved. “Looking very pretty today, as always.” Lupe chuckled and blushed.

You rolled your eyes again. Blergh, what a kiss ass. He must talk to everyone that way. What a tool. 

Devin turned to face you. Oh God, here we go...

“And what might your name be?” Devin asked. You tried not to make eye contact with him. 

“My name is Y/n,” you responded flatly. He stuck out his hand to shake yours, you indulged him. 

“Well, Y/n, it is an absolute delight to make your acquaintance. I am very excited to be under your tutelage,” Devin beamed. You just glared at him.

“Yep! It’s a really great time here and you’ll learn a lot,” you quickly responded. 

“Y/n, please show Devin around and make sure he knows how to at least brew the coffee,” Lupe asked you. 

“Never fear, Mrs. L! I’m a speedy learner,” Devin winked. 

Holy shit. What is with this guy? Typical celebrity: thinking charm and flattery will get them anything. 

Lupe headed to the back rooms to stock up before the rush which left you and Devin by yourselves behind the counter. 

“Okay, hot shot, let’s set the record straight: I will, under NO circumstances, be influenced by your flattery. You think you can just saunter into this shop and use whatever Hollywood charm to wrap people around your little finger. Well guess what? That shit doesn’t fly with me,” you snapped. 

Devin put both hands up defensively, “woah, woah, woah. Y/n, you said, right? Okay, I’m not trying to charm anyone here. I’m just here to learn what it’s like to be a barista. It’s for a commercial I’m in!” Of course it was. You didn’t think for a moment that this kid new anything about hard work. 

“Alright, you better roll up your sleeves and put some elbow grease into things then, Ice Boy,” you crossed your arms. 

“Yes, ma’am. You’re the boss!” Devin just smiled back. 

Training Devin Walker during a morning rush on a Saturday went just as well as you thought it would: it didn’t go well. At all. The first issue was Devin didn’t know how to properly ring customers up yet, write the name or drinks, or help out with making the drinks. You had to stop what you were doing in the middle of filling orders to help him work the register. This created a massive back log of customer orders. You also had to tell Devin how to do things mutiple times, which got really redunant after a while. Not to mention, you had to put up with all of the angry customers who were in a rush. To add insult to injury, Devin was able to to just smooth things over by talking with people. He’d crack a joke here, wink at someone there. That’s all it took for an irate customer’s mood to completley shift. 

Must be nice, huh? Having all the money and looks in the world. So much so that working a minimum wage job was just field research for Devin. You could feel resentment bubble up in your body. 

Unexpectedly, a tall, stunning blonde girl entered the shop. It was none other than Emily McDonough - head cheerleader and class valedictorian. She took one look at Devin and her jaw dropped.

“OH MY GOD. STOPPPP. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. It’s Ice Break!” Emily let out an ear-piecing squeal. 

“Hell yeah, dude. It’s me, Ice Break. Always nice to meet a fan,” Devin smirked. Emily and Devin were holding up the entire line talking about God knows what. After a while, Emily finally slipped Devin Walker her number, and that’s when you finally lost it. 

“Devin, can I speak to you?” you marched over to where he was standing. 

He looked back, “huh? Oh yeah, yeah. What did you want to talk about?”

“Uhhhh, I was thinking somewhere a little more private??? Maybe??” you cross your arms, looking up at him. He was just so...tall. 

“Oh, oh yeah no doubt. Oh hey, Emily, was it? I’ll hit you up later,” Devin winked at Emily before walking back towards you. Emily let out another excited squeal. 

“Devin, back rooms. NOW,” you snap. You open the door to the back office. Lupe nor Renato was there. Good, you thought to yourself. 

Devin plopped on one of the office chairs, legs spread wide in a casual way. Almost as if he was in his own living room. Your blood was boiling at this point. 

“Do you think this is a joke??? Working here??? Lupe and Renato have spent their entire lives building this palce up and you’re just treating it like it’s a field trip!” you start to rip into him. 

“Hey now - that’s not way I see things. See, I think we made a really good team out there...”Devin began. 

“A - what? Are you dumb??? I had to fix all of your mistakes, train you, AND make all of the orders while you just stood around and flirted with the customers,” you were shouting at this point. 

“Okay, okay, I see that you’re mad. I get that. Yeah, yeah we had some, um, nasty customers. And I wasn’t as fast of  learner as I thought I was....”Devin began to shrink back a little. 

“Oh? You think?? You Hollywood Heroes are all the same. You think you can just flirt and charm your way to the top while the rest of us work our asses off. Must be REALLY nice to get everything you want while the rest of us have to earn it,” your face started to get hot. You could feel tears begginning to well up in your eyes. Devin stood there awkwardly. 

“Umm, yeah. This whole thing...me working at the shop. Dude, I didn’t mean anyone harm. I just got a commercial gig from my PR guy and he recommended I work at an actual coffee shop to get the experience. True, yeah, I do get what I want...mostly, but YOU’RE not being completely fair in your judgments! Just because I’m making mistakes on the job, doesn’t mean I’m not working my ass off right now,” Devin had a point; of course he did. You were both working the same job and it’s not like he wasn’t trying. 

“And so what if I flirt a little? It’s not illegal to do that. Bartenders do it all the time! Okay, I’ll admit, I could absolutely be taking this job more seriously. I’ll make a deal, I’ll be more serious and you can be...nicer? Is that fair,” Devin winced and stuck out his hand in an effort to make a bargain with you. You crossed your arms, looked at him for a bit, then sighed. 

“Fine. It’s a deal. Just like, please listen a little better. Okay?” you gave his hand a firm shake. 

“Scout’s honor,” Devin beamed. Fine, okay. You had to admit he was really cute and you were starting to see why girls liked him. 

Although it wasn’t smooth, the rest of the shift went so much better than the first. You could see that Devin was taking things more seriously this time. He got the hang of working the register by himself, leaving you to focus on fulfilling orders. He even managed to fulfill a few orders himself! Just the regular brew coffee, tea, and smoothie orders; it was too busy to teach him things on the espresso machine. 

After a while, the influx of customers died down, leaving you two by yourselves in the store. You’re not entirely sure where Lupe went off to. Taking care of other business in the store, maybe? You let out a deep sigh. 

“So,” Devin began. “What was that about me not working my ass off again? My glutes are practically KILLING me.” You let out a laugh. Devin nudged you with his arm. “Oh, so she CAN smile?” he teased. 

“Fine. I was wrong about, you’re actually...cooler than I thought,” you mumble. 

“I mean, I do have ice powers babyyy,” Devin takes one hand and makes a little snowflake appear out of thin air. 

“You’re so corny!” you chuckle. “Maybe this question is a little disrespectful, but what’s it like having...you know...powers?” Devin pauses for a moment to think about the question. 

“No, yeah, man. It’s sweet as hell! You can like, make cool ice sculptures, freeze a pool - my dad hates when I do that, by the way - put out fires. I think the best thing about having powers is that you can actually help people, like in a big way. And I think that’s the most important thing to me,” you can see Devin look earnest; he was telling you the truth. 

“You’re...humbler than I expected?? All of my friends are like REALLY big fans of yours. I always thought you were just another smug asshole, but...you really surprised me today. I guess now I’m the smug asshole,” you shrug. 

“Hey man, I get it but you know what they say, don’t judge a book by it’s cover. I do know ONE way you can make it up to me though,” Devin gives you a look. You roll your eyes.

“Okay, I’m listening,” you reply. 

“Alright, so, I’m always wanted to learn how to make that fancy latte art. That machine looks scary and loud though. Can you teach me?” for a moment there, you thought Devin was going to ask you a different question...

“Uhhhh, sure? That’s simple. And pro tip, if the milk steamer is loud, that means your not holding it right,” you both walk over to the machine. Thus, begins the milk steaming tutorial. You stand behind him, showing Devin how to angle the steel milk pitcher and what temperature it needs to reach before it’s ready. Of course, by touch, it’s hard for him to gauge how hot it is because he absorbs heat easily, but eventually, you both find a method that works for you. You go into great detail about how the consistency of the milk is important in creating the latte art. You’re not sure how many hours passed by, but soon, you realize it’s an hour before close. 

“Okay, you have at it and keep practicing. I just need to start closing things up,” you giggle. You really hate to admit it, but Devin Walker has really grown on you. As he’s fumbling with the steamer wand, you can’t help but steal glances at him; he has this cute little scowl when he’s focusing. 

“Hey, Y/n, I think I got it it down pat! Come take a look,” Devin takes your hand and guides you over to a bright red latte cup. You feel your heart race. You’ve never held hands with someone before, let alone a cute heartthrob. The palms of his hands feel warm, but his finger tips are a little icy. 

You look down at the contents of the cup; inside is a perfectly shaped latte heart. 

“Well, how did I do?” Devin grins. For a moment, you gaze into each other’s eyes. You looked at Devin intently, taking in every detail from the tip of his nose to his piercing blue eyes. You felt your cheeks heating up. 

“It’s, no - you’re perfect,” you whisper, just under your breath. You look up to gaze deeply in Devin’s eyes. Suddenly, you feel Devin’s hands wrap around your waist as he starts to pull you towards him. In an instant, your are both locked in a passionate kiss. His lips feel warm against yours, soft.You pull away to look up at him, one hand still cupping the side of his cheek. Both of you, still lingering close to each other. 

“Woah,” Devin remarks, flabbergasted.

“Yeah,” you stare into his icy blue eyes. 

#Devin Walker #Barista!Devin #Ice Break #Devin Walker Fluff #Reader x Devin Walker #Devin Walker x Y/n #I just love him so much?? #Angsty #Angst #Enemies to lovers trope

[sasster]

Mhm, my favorite barista. Your only real competition is Missy, but you're out ahead. If we're talking about passively casting judgement, has anyone ordered anything particularly odd or terrible?

"Someone came in and asked for just our biggest sized cup filled with three different types of milk."

#arsami #catgirlmafia #askter

[majaloveschris]

Sorry, but they actually will be in LA at the same time. TGM cast has a live Q&A on tge 10th in LA before the premier and Barista also has one Q&A to attend in LA on the 11th… So those days until the movies are out definitely will be a rollercoaster. Specially, that this is the missy’s first relevant movie so I think her gang will be in LA to accompany her and post even about their sh*t on socia media….

Yeah, I know they're gonna be in LA at the same time, and I'm afraid they are going to stir up the shit, but I hope we're wrong. Let's hope, she will be heading home in no time, after she's done her work.  

#ab dating bullshit #portugal baptista #cevans-love

[desert-bluffs-and-me]

WTNV quick rundown - 117 - eGemony: Part 1 "Canadian Club"

Read the rest of my rundowns here!

Co-written with Glen David Gold.

Featuring Hunter Canning as Hugh Jackman and Lusia Strus as Missy Wilks.

The suffocation of the ego, the eternal silence of the void, faceless, yet screaming, and now serving orange wine on tap. Welcome to Night Vale.

Cecil is sponsored by money today and visited by Hugh Jackman (but not THE Hugh Jackman) who is the Senior VP in charge of Dreamfluencing at eGemony which yes is pronounced exactly like hegemony this is not a subtle plot lol.

He is apparently looking for a case of Canadian Club whiskey that was hidden in NV as part of a contest/promotion that ended up sinking the company which eventually became eGemony.

Due to printing 'errors' in the rest of the magazine Hugh is sure that the case is under Cecil's desk and is being cagey about why they want it so much. Cecil says that the desk wasn't even there when the ad/contest was run and that Hugh should ask Station Management.

Cecil, looking through the Playboy magazine the ad comp was run in (Playboy seems to be more...feminist, shall we say? in NV and this issue includes 'all the women who have ever played James Bond' which is apparently quite a few) and discovers that one of the girls Missy Wilks may in fact be living in NV right now on Kessler Streets. He recognises her by the similar eyes and tendrils.

Missy instantly tells him to look under his desk and that she's been waiting for this call for 40 years (she also raised a family and shot a guy once). Cecil's seems heistant and says he's even closed his eyes every time he had to cower under there so has no idea what he will or won't find.

Missy encourages him to look, saying that although Hugh says they found all the other cases that is a lie. Instead they left the cases there to 'absorb the soul of the place' which they later recovered a drunk leaving those plays soulless. They want to drink the soul of NV in a similar way. Cecil looks under the desk but only finds an envelope which tells him that the case has been taken to the cavelands, home of the baristas. Missy is worried that the baristas will be no match for eGemony's dreamfluencing.

Cecil knows that he should warn people but warning people invites consequences that he's afraid of.

Weather: "Lost Everything" by Mary Epworth

According to Hugh, Cecil's supervisors aka station management are called Eunice, Lilly, Agatha, Demarcus, and Jad. They are also 'old friends' of his.

Missy Wilks turn offs include impatient people and tick bites (Cecil agrees). Her turn ons include groovy people, good food, overwhelming feelings of dread…chanting and…all hail the Glow Cloud.

In NV you seem to be able to ring someone by spelling out their name as the numbers.

Stay tuned next for the sounds of chewing amplified to the threshold of pain. Good night, Night Vale, Good Night. 

Proverb: People always say "Before I die…" as if they haven't already begun the process.

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