Starkid Oneshots/Imagines :) [REQUESTS OPEN]

Beanies | Paul x male!reader

A/n: Just so you know, you're not replacing Emma. You're just another Beanies employee, if anyone was wondering.

Also I made a Schwoopsie by publishing this before I finished. But here it is, finished and pretty polished. Enjoy!

Requested by acoolant

Y/n: your name
F/hd: Favorite hot drink

It's another regular day at Hatchetfield. Emma and I are working while Zoey's on vocal rest for about the 17th time today and the other workers do whatever the hell they do. I don't really give a fuck at this point. Emma's behind the counter brewing some drinks (not that we get many customers anyways, especially since they go to the Starbucks just across the street) and I'm cleaning up the area.

Although we don't get as much customers, we do have regulars, which is honestly pretty surprising. We have an obnoxious teen who asks for the same order and keeps reminding us about his depleting blood sugar before recieving his beverage.

Then there's Paul, the guy who doesn't like musicals. Despite his title, he's always walking that extra block to get his coffee here, the singing coffee shop. And for what? A cup of shitty coffee that most likely contains someone's spit ? He says he goes all the way over here because he "doesn't wanna give money to some corporate chain" or something along those lines.

As if.

For months I've been theorising why he's been coming here instead of going to Starbucks like everyone else and managed to come up with a conclusion. He goes here to meet someone. Someone he might be interested in. But who?

I've been putting in too much thought as to who he's pining for. He seems to enter Beanies whenever me and Emma are on our shift. Could it be one of us? Maybe.

'Pfft. What makes you think he likes you the same way you like him? You've seen the way he looks at Emma. It's crystal clear, or should be, he loves her. Stop trying to convince yourself otherwise.'

Anyway, speak of the devil, well... he's actually an angel, Paul should be here riiiight about-

Ding-a-ling!

The businessman steps in the building and makes his way over to the counter. "Hi! Uh, just the-"
"'The usual', comin' right up," Emma finished off, making his black coffee. He began looking around the place like it was his first time being here. I study his features, as I usually do (this makes me sound like a creepy stalker, but I swear I'm not), and can't help but smile while my insides melt every second I see him. His eyes soon meet mine and my face heats up. His face lit up and waved at me. I waved back, eyes still fixated on his and heart starting to pick up its pace.

Paul's gaze returned to the barista and starts a conversation with her, as per usual. I wish I was in her place.

"Hey! Y/n! Get back to work! And stop ogling that guy!" Nora yelled, her head peeking out of the break room, causing my mind to panic even more. Now I'm a blushing mess and everyone's attention is on me. I start wiping the table beside me, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Can this day get any worse?

~a few minutes later~

It's finally my break. "Hey, you got my f/hd?" I ask Emma, slightly leaning over the counter. She reaches for the item. She answers, "Of course I do!"
I take the f/hd and stand upright. "Thanks Em. You're the best!" I say and take a sip of the drink. I turn to see Paul sat on a chair, fully concentrated on the side of his moderately tilted cup. He's stared at the same side since the moment he got it. What's so interesting about that half anyway?

My head rotates back to Emma. "Uhh, hey, do you know why Paul's so focused on his cup?"
"I don't know. Why don't you go and ask him?" she replies with a little smirk. "But wouldn't that be weird? Sitting at the same table as a stranger?"
"He's not a stranger. You guys know each other-"
"But what if he's forgotten who I am?" I respond with a hint of panic that's gradually growing.

She looks at me with concern and probably recalls the previous anxiety attacks since we became close friends, but tries to lighten the mood. "Don't be ridiculous! He won't forget you, especially after what happened earlier," she laughed and poked my shoulder. I chuckled at her immaturity, shaking my head, and retorted, "It's not my fault. He's too beautiful for me to avert my eyes."
"You know what? You should stop worrying so much and tell him how you feel. It's torturing for me to watch as much as it's torturing for you two."

After some thought into what she said, my eyes widen as I question, "Wait, what did you say? 'For you two'? What the fuck does 'you two' mean? Do you think he likes me?" She sighs, glad that I finally figured that out. "I know he likes you, y/n. In fact, he's been telling me everything he likes about you every day he comes here. And, to be honest, it's slowly draining me to not see you two together right now. So go tell him now before I drag you there myself!"

I nod and swivel myself to face Paul, still transfixed to the cup. My heart has never pounded this hard before and I'm starting to feel nervous and a little lightheaded. Nevermind that, all I care about at this moment is Paul. I sit on the chair next to his and he instantly snaps out of some odd trance and drink his cold coffee, covering, what seems to be, writing on the cup with his thumb. What did Emma write?

I took a deep breath and started a friendly conversation, mainly small talk. However, both of us were pretty uncomfortable with it. We remained quiet and preventing to make eye contact with each other. He let go of the cup, still hiding the writing from me.

I couldn't hold my impulses back any longer. My hands held onto his cheeks and, before we knew what was happening, our lips collided. I had never felt this sensation until now. His hands roamed around my back while my right hand slithered to the back of his neck, yanking us deeper into the semi-makeout session, and the other lightly tugged at his hair. I could almost hear both our hearts beating in sync, before being rudely interrupted by some trenchcoat-wearing asshole holding his phone out and recording me and Paul. A great amount of heat radiated from my cheeks as I remember that we're still at Beanies. Thank God no one else saw, well other than Emma, jumping around like a proud mom, and a guy in a trenchcoat recording the whole thing. Wait, he was recording it? For fucks sake.

Both embarrassed and filled with rage, I shout at trenchcoat guy, "You better delete that right now before I delete you, bitch!"

"Well, you gotta catch me first because I'm in a hurry!" Man in a hurry said with a smug, until he turned around to face Emma. "Oh you're not going anywhere, dipshit!" She pulled the phone from his hand and managed to snap it in two, as if it was a mere twig. She then leaped next to me and whispered, "Don't worry about exchanging numbers. I already took care of that for you two," and handed me a note containing, what I assume is, Paul's phone number. Miah, frustrated by the damage done to his phone, hollered, "Assholes! You'll be hearing from my attorney!"

"Alright, alright. What's going on here?" Nora butted in. The whole room went silent. That perverted bastard got away saying, "Good luck with that one!!" as he sprinted way out. She then looked at me.

No one in the room could say a word. Then, out of nowhere, 'hot chocolate boy' stepped in and told her everything. I'm fucked for sure.

A/n (yes again): Oh shit would you look at that it's 1am in my time zone and I don't have any sleep. Fuck sleep. Anyway sorry I was late, or if it's still Sunday for you guys then yay I did this in time! Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'm gonna start on the other one.

Me from the future: damn I forgot to tell you guys about what Emma wrote on Paul's cup so there you go

See yah!!