TOM HOLLAND | Avengers: Infinity War promotional photo session in Tokyo, Japan.
what makes you beautiful was that banger huh. the bop of the century. if you still dont go off when it plays you’re weak and you’ll die from natural selection
‘9 a.m.’ - Barista!Shawn Imagine
Words: 1,607
Pairing: Barista!Shawn Mendes & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)
Warnings: None
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Shawn knew the routine. Every day, nine a.m. she would come in and order two cups of coffee: an Americano and something quite complicated. Shawn knew her name, of course; he was smooth enough to ask for it for her drinks, but it seemed like she didn’t know his.
There were a few exchanges between them. For one, he had been trying to ask Y/N out for months now, but it never worked. Therefore, his charming self would write the cheesiest pick-up line ever. She’d been coming in for months now, and every day she looked a little more stressed, and the simple line always changed her mood.
Shawn placed a no whip cappuccino on the counter and looked at the clock. She was supposed to be here by now. He had already chosen the line of the day (he had them written on a notepad under the cash register). He started to get worried. This was the routine. She’d come in order the same two drinks, try to pronounce his name to bug him, he handed her a coffee with a pickup line, she laughed and then says bye to him with her cute little wave.
He turned around, going back to the register when she stumbled in. She didn’t look ok. She had bags under her eyes, her makeup was rushed, and she wasn’t wearing heels for the first time.
“I’m so sorry, Shawn.” She came up to the counter, pulling the sticky note of the order that she somehow didn’t remember by heart. But he didn’t care. What he cared about was that she actually pronounced his name right for the first time.
“It’s ok, bub. You’re just a minute late, its ok.”
She nodded, “Ok, so here we go, a grande Americano, and a venti iced skinny hazelnut macchiato, sugar-free syrup, extra shot, light ice, no whip.” She said all that with one breath. At first, he thought that the complicated order was for her but later learnt that it was for her boss. He realised she was a simple girl, just like how she took her coffee.
Y/N placed a ten dollar note by the register and walked in front of the espresso machine, “So Shane, how’s your morning?” Finally, she is back to her normal self, making fun of his name, “How’s running your cute little coffee shop?” He laughed, passing her coffee over the counter.
“Slow, but what do you expect on a Friday morning? How’s your morning, Y/N? You’re late, so I thought that something must’ve happened?”
She sighed. “I was up all night writing reports for my boss.” He felt sorry, “Well, actually that was a lie. I was partying last night because my friend got her dream job, and then my boss called me at eleven with a case that he needed the reports by morning. So, I was on my fifth vodka sprite and it was just horrible.” That was why she wasn’t on time this morning.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Y/N.”
She shrugged her shoulders.“Signing up to be a lawyer, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy breezy.”
He laughed, passing her the cold drink. “A venti iced skinny hazelnut macchiato, sugar-free syrup, extra shot, light ice, no whip for a pretty girl.”
She thanked him and placed it on the counter. “Let’s see what you wrote today,” she looked at the side of her coffee and read out the words, “Roses are red, my face is too, that only happens when I am around you.” She smiled, an obvious blush coming to her cheeks, as did Shawn’s. “Never knew you were a poet, Seen.”
He laughed, hands on the counter supporting him. “Well, if you get to know me, you might as well learn other things.”
She smirked. “Like what?”
He kept his stare at her. “Like how far I would go to ask out the pretty girl who comes into my coffee shop at nine a.m..”
She laughed. “Try harder, big guy.” She did her cute wave, mumbled her small ‘bye’, and gave him a wink before walking out.
Shawn stayed where he was, just shaking his head and biting his lip.
“You’re getting better.” Ali came out, tying the back of her apron.
“Shut up.” He needed a better plan to win her heart.
“You two are my entertainment. Like that girl is whipped for you. But, she just likes teasing so it won’t take much to get her with how obvious her feelings are for you.”
“You think it’s that easy, Ali? She is so not in my league. But, I really damn like her.”
She smiled and went to help the customer in the line.
It was like that for months. The constant teasing between them. But, little did she know that Shawn was a very observant person. She was struggling very hard, but with what?
Shawn closed the shop around nine that night. The last customers left around ten minutes ago and he just wanted to go home and sleep.
He was leaned against one of the tables in the café, scrolling through his phone, when there was a knocking against the glass door. Shawn reckoned that it was probably either some customers or a homeless guy wanting to stay the night (it had happened before). They’d see the sign and eventually turn away. Yet, the knocking was persistent. It was getting louder and faster.
“For fuck’s sake” Shawn grumbled, shoving his phone into his pocket. He looked at the window and automatically there was confusion.
His tattooed hand came in contact with the doorknob, the other unlocking it, “Y/N, what are you doing here?”
She had tearstained eyes and no jacket; Shawn was instantly worried, “I had nowhere else to go.” She mumbled.
Shawn welcomed her, but was still confused, “Don’t take me wrong, I am honoured, but what about your friends?” Y/N sat down on one of the chairs.
“They are all out drinking. They aren’t my real friends.”
Shawn nodded. “Let me get you a drink and a muffin, then we can talk.”
Y/N nodded, still holding onto herself; the cold had really bitten her.
Shawn watched her from behind the counter, making her a tea. It was too late for a coffee.
“Here,” he placed the cuppa down and a blueberry muffin with it.
“You’re absolutely amazing, let me pay—” she began rummaging in her bag.
“No, it’s on the house, babe.” She nodded. Shawn sat next to her, “Do you want to tell me what happened?”
Y/N grabbed the cup and nursed in her hands.
“It’s stupid,” she started mumbling, but Shawn shook his head.
“Nothing is stupid, ok. You can tell me, Y/N. I care about you a lot, and I am worried.”
She took a deep breath, shutting her eyes and letting her tears go. “My landlord kicked me out of my place.” She looked up and met his eyes.
“He can’t do that without a reason, Y/N. I am on your side, but you need to be honest.”
She nodded. “I haven’t paid rent…for months.” The truth was out and now she felt really judged. She looked at his hand that was on her knee, and she grabbed it.
“I am drowned in student debt, and I thought that getting my promotion would cover my rent, while I am paying off my debt. My boss is absolutely horrible. I was the one who wrote all the reports, I was the one who found all the evidence, yet my co-worker stole it all and gave it to him. It was my promotion, and my boss is such a sexist that he wouldn’t hear what happened.”
Shawn didn’t know what to do, so he grabbed her and gave her a hug. Y/N cried on his shoulder, wrapping her hands around his neck and just holding him. Shawn’s arms wrapped around her waist. This lasted for a few moments until Y/N pulled away.
“Ok, breathe,” she started taking deep breaths, “bad bitch Y/N again, ok, we’re good.” She was back to herself.
“Where’s all your stuff?”
“In my car, I just need to crash at a hotel for a few nights, until I can find a place.” He nodded, “Thank you, I just needed to talk to someone and I felt like I could trust you.” He smiled, grabbing her hands.
“How about you crash at my place, Y/N?”
Y/N gave a solemn look. “Shawn, I can’t let you do that.”
Shawn gave her a look. “It isn’t really a hassle. My roommate just moved to England, so I have a spare bed.”
Y/N looked at him, not knowing what to do. She huffed. “Ok! Umm, just for a few nights.”
Shawn smiled. “You could always move in.”
She smiled, glad to have him as a backup plan. “Is this your better idea of trying to be in a relationship with me?”
He gave a plain look, biting lip. “I don’t know, but my invite on an extravagant date still stands.”
“How about, tonight you buy me a pizza and watch a rom-com that I’ve seen way too many times, and we can count that as your extravagant date.”
He nodded. “Ok.”
i wanna talk about this for a sec, i LOVE how carol’s hair doesn’t stay perfect after the fight scene. before it was like… no matter what the girls always had perfect hair like??? that’s not how hair works and it makes girls like me feel a horrible about our hair, so kudos to marvel. girls dont have to have perfect hair to be a badass
awake!jake
→ I must say, this is going considerably better than when I came out to my colleagues. They were not, as the kids say, awake. Do you mean woke? I did mean woke. But it’s grammatically incoherent.
naturallytom