Lauren Lopez X Reader One-Shots |Requests Open!!|

Coffee Gal

(This is a Emma X Reader. Just go with it.)

  I stepped into Beanies for the umpteenth morning in a row. I wasn’t there for their shitty coffee. I was there for the cute barista. Her hair and eyes were a dark brown. She always had her hair in a bun, all frizzy and adorable. She seemed tired just about every day I saw her.
“Morning. How can I help?” She spoke, still looking down at the counter she was washing off. Beanies was empty aside from us, giving her time to do some cleaning.
“Oh, just a (Fave/Coffee), please.” Our eyes met as she looked up and smiled warmly.
“Hey,” She greeted more friendly than before, “You know after all the times you’ve come in here, I never once heard your name…” She started up a conversation.
    “Ah, sorry, I never realized,” I chuckled, “It’s (Y/N).”
   She smiled even more now. It was a beautiful smile, “(YN). I like it.”
“Thanks.” I barely uttered it out. She complimented me! It made my heart jump. She snapped me out of my trance by handing me my drink, “Emma.” She stated. I smiled this time.
“Beautiful…” I couldn’t stop myself. Her eyes widened the tiniest bit, then she smirked, “What? Me or the name?”
I panicked a little, “The- The name! I mean- I mean you too! Its ju- just… Its both.” I screamed at myself inside as I slouched over the counter, “Sorry.” She chuckled, “Don’t sweat it.”
I grimaced a little at the coffee. Beanies couldn’t brew for shit, but what they lacked in quality, they made up for in cute baristas. I watched Emma over the counter. Her movements were fluid and quick, like a dancer. She was humming a tune, pretty well actually. The shirt she was wearing fit her nicely, and the adorable black little bow was a nice accessory.
“Like the view?” She called back.
“What?” I jumped when she spoke.
“It’s hard to miss your staring for the past few days.” She chuckled, her back still turned to me, “So. Do you like the view?” She asked again. Turning her head towards me, I saw her smirk.
“It’s not bad.” I mumbled.
She smiled and walked, practically sauntered, to me, “Appreciated. You’re not so bad yourself.” She leaned in closer, over the counter, towards my flushed face. We stayed like that for forever.
Suddenly, she leaned back up and walked over to the register, leaving me staring again. I snapped back to reality to grab my card before Emma interrupted me, “Don’t bother. I got you covered.” She punched some numbers and swiped her own card. I stuttered out a thanks. Before I could leave, she handed me a receipt. I didn’t know why she gave me a receipt. I had never asked for one even once.
“Have a great day, cutie.” She winked at me then turned around, heading around to the back. I smiled as I exited Beanies, headed to work. I looked at the receipt absentmindedly, then gaped at what was written on the paper. Her number, her name, and a heart next to it all.

~~~

That was the first time we met. Now I was situated on an Uptown Hatchetfeild beach, beaten and bruised, my girlfriend of three months, cradled in my arms. Her left femur was practically sticking out of her leg. We were waiting for Paul. He was headed to the theater to destroy the thing that had tried to kill us so many times within the span of a day or two.
She was clinging to my shirt, mumbling and hiccupping. She had already cried herself tired. I could only tell her we would be okay. We’d get out alive. Paul’s coming. He’d fix this. We’re Okay. I promise.
She was in pain. I could tell the adrenaline was clear out of her system and her leg looked horrible, “(Y/N). (Y/N) I’m scared. I really don’t wanna die…”
“I know, Em, I know. It’s okay. I’m not leaving your side.” I buried her head into my chest, stroking her hair as I saw figures staggering towards us. She didn’t need to see the end of us. I couldn’t let her watch my promise break in half. They were coming through the trees, onto the beaches. I glared at them, holding our ground. I saw Zoey, Bill’s daughter, her girlfriend, General McNamara, and some regulars we used to see at Beanies. They were inching closer. This slowness was deliberate. They were making this take longer on purpose. They knew we had nowhere to go and the hivemind enjoyed it. They wanted a slow end for Em and I.
“Em,” She looked at me, “I love you. You know that, right?”
“Of course. I love you too.” She furrowed her brows and began to turn her head to her back, but I stopped her before she saw them. I held her face and kissed her for what I knew would be the last time. I took it in. Relished in this last kiss. We let go and I put her head back into my chest, “Close your eyes, love. Focus on us, not the pain. You’re okay. You’re okay.” I took one last look at the aliens that I knew only very briefly. They were so close. Less than a minute away at their painfully slow rate. Smiles were plastered on their faces. Wicked smiles. I closed my eyes and hugged Emma tighter. Waiting for them to reach us.
An eternity had passed when nothing happened. I blinked my eyes open. Everyone was limp on the ground, in a puddle of the blue goo Prof. Hidgens had showed us earlier. They were dead, long dead really, but they finally stopped moving. The singing dead had sung their last.
“Em…” I shook her a little. “Em, look!” She turned around, sniffing.
“What? What is this?”
“Emma… Paul must’ve done it… I think- I think we won, love!” I patted her back. She winced a little but smiled nonetheless.
“Tell that to my leg, babe. We still have to get off the island…” She looked around, as if a boat was going to appear on the shore. I lightly grabbed her chin, redirecting her attention to me.
“But we’re alive. I’ll carry you across the water if I must.” I pulled her in to give her a kiss. We both smiled in the kiss. I felt her run her hand through my hair, whilst I rubbed her back slowly.

A few months later…

    (Y/N) was sitting on a hospital bed, waiting for her girlfriend to meet her. They were being discharged from the hospital, finally, after all the traumatic happenings. They were still required some therapy to help through those experiences. Emma was still limping, even after months of healing. (Y/N) was also still recovering. She had a scar trailing diagonally from the back of her left shoulder to the middle of her back. She was glad it was on her back, so she wouldn’t have to stare at it every time she looked in the mirror. In (Y/N)’s distraction, she hadn’t noticed Emma, standing in the doorway, a worried look on her face.
  When Emma finally sat down, (Y/N) jolted out of her trance and smiled at her girlfriend. She leaned close to the ex-barista until their foreheads were touching. The two lovers closed their eyes.
   (Y/N) chuckled, “We’re getting out. Like I promised, love. We’ll set up on the land they’ve promised us. We'll adopt a cat, maybe a dog too. Maybe we'll start a pot farm,” Em laughed, “We’ll live together. I’ll never leave your side.”
Emma placed her hands on (Y/N)’s cheeks, raising her eyebrows worriedly.
   “You promise?”
“Without question.”