#pan!reader

There was no malice towards Wanda and she had none towards you. It was a hard, but mutual decision. It was for the best, but it hurt so fucking much.

After you put the final box of your things into your car, you pulled out your phone, immediately calling your best friend on Facetime.

His face immediately pops up, a smile on his face, “Hey! What’s-” his smile dissipates when he realizes you’re crying, “Y/N?”

“It’s official. Wanda and I are done. I moved out of our apartment. It-It’s over, Bucky and I thought I was going to be okay, but I’m not. I’m not okay.”

“Shit,” he mumbled, “I’m at the gym, but I’ll be back at my place in like ten minutes. So I’ll see you there, okay?”

You wiped your snotty nose with the sleeve of your hoodie and nodded, “Okay.”

“You’re gonna be okay, Y/N. I know you will. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon,” you grumbled and ended the call. With a quick wipe of your eyes and nose, you turned on the car and headed to Bucky’s apartment, your new home.

When Bucky came home, he found you curled up on the couch blankly staring at the tv. He tossed his gym bag onto the floor and rushed over to you.

“C’mere,” he said and he sat on the couch, pulling you over so you could rest your head on his lap. He didn’t say anything else, just sat there rubbing comforting circles on your back as you cried. The sight was breaking his heart. He hated seeing you in this much pain. But he knew you had to let it all out. Once you did, it’d be easier for you to move on.

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You settled into Bucky’s apartment with ease. He helped you as much as you could, moving everything around so your own stuff could fit. You felt bad intruding in his bachelor pad. But he insisted you stay with him.

“You’re my best friend, Y/N. I’m not gonna let you struggle to find a place when I have room,” is what he said.

Within two weeks, you were completely moved in as well as beginning the healing process of your break up.

Seriously, Bucky has been a lot of help. He’s been keeping you busy and smiling and you were incredibly grateful for that.

Today has been the first time you actually went out for fun. You’re at some club with Bucky chugging down cocktails, beer, and shots. You feel your body become more loose with every drink and you love it. You’ve been so tense ever since the break up, but right now you feel so free.

You and Bucky came back to your table after dancing like crazy, panting and sweating like crazy. You went to go take a swig from your beer, but Bucky immediately grabbed it.

“Ah ah! Start drinking water! We don’t want you completely messed up tonight.”

You groaned as you slumped into your chair, “Fiiiine!” you took the glass of water from him and gulped half of it down, setting it onto the table with a refreshed, “Aaaahh!” You then look at Bucky, who was sporting a dorky grin on his face, “What?”

He shook his head, “Nothin’, I’m just glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

You sighed, “Yeah. Thanks for this, Buck. I’m glad I have you in my life,” you stood up and leaned over, pecking his cheek. When you pulled back, you staggered a bit. You giggled, “Woah,” you got back your balance and stood straighter, “I’m gonna head to the bathroom.” As you made your way to the bathrooms, you didn’t see Bucky lightly touching the place where your lips touched his cheek.

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Two months later and you think you’re making a lot of progress with moving on. Whenever Wanda is brought up in conversation, you don’t feel sad anymore. Sure, you do have those moments, but then you remember that it was for the sake of your happiness and hers. Maybe right now, you don’t feel completely happy, but you’re getting there. And it’s because of Bucky Barnes.

“Dude, I got us tickets to see It: Chapter Two!” he said excitedly as he came home from work.

“Nooo!! You know I can’t do scary movies!” you whined.

He shrugged, “It’s okay. You can hide in my shoulder or something if you want.” you glared at him and he pouted, “Pleeeaaase? Steve, Sam, and Nat have already seen it! Let’s gooo! I already bought the tickets!”

You groaned, “Fine! But don’t complain about me constantly jumping and/or screaming.”

“Yes! Get ready! The movie’s in an hour!” he hollers as he rushes to his room. You roll your eyes and drag yourself off the couch, you have no idea why you do these things for him.

Indeed, you hid a lot in Bucky’s shoulder. You couldn’t deal with all of the jump scares. You hated them and not to mention you hated how creepy Pennywise was.

“I’m gonna have nightmares for days because of you, you asshole,” you grumbled as you got into Bucky’s car.

He snickered, “It wasn’t that bad.”

Later that night, right before Bucky was about to go to sleep, you came into his room looking terrified.

“Nightmare?” You nodded and he immediately scooted over, “Hop in.” you walked over to his bed and slid into the opposite side of him, rolling onto your side so you’re facing him.

“I really hate you, Barnes,” you grumbled.

He chuckled, “No, you don’t.”

You sighed, “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t. I...I think I’m falling for you.” You don’t know why you said it, you shouldn’t have said it. You shook your head and rolled over to face away from him, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

You felt rustling of sheets and the dipping of the mattress behind you, “It’s okay, Y/N.”

“No,” you rolled over to face him again, “It’s not. It’s not okay because I got out of a long term relationship two months ago and these feelings...I don’t know if it’s just to make you a rebound or ‘cause I’m lonely or-or if they’ve always been there. All I know is that I’m not ready to get into a relationship again and I don’t want to ruin the relationship we had. Because if I did, it’d ruin me. I can’t lose you, Bucky.”

“You won’t,” he murmured, “You have me, Y/N. You’ve always had me,” the way he said that made you believe that it meant something more. “I’ve always loved you, Y/N, more than my best friend. I’ve waited for you for so long and I’m perfectly okay with waiting for you more. I love you, Y/N and I’ll always be there for you, however you want me. Best friend or lover, I’m here and I’m yours.”

You closed your eyes, cleaning forward and resting your head against Bucky’s, “I don’t deserve you, Bucky Barnes.”

key

(y/n)- your name

(e/c)- eye color

(h/c)- hair color

(h/l)- hair length

clothing reference:

“while I am lost, im no fairy pirate boy” you sneered, keeping the fear out of your voice if he figured out who you were, you were gonna be in deep shit.

“feisty little fairy arent yeh, alright, ill call yeh lost girl then, now I asked yeh a question” his eyebrow twitched, irritation bubbling up at your indirect refusal of answering his question.

“who are yeh?”

You rolled your eyes, keeping up the brave façade. “no one of consequence” the boy smirked and tilted his head.

“I must”

You huffed and turned, starting to walk away. “get used to disappointment”

The boy sneered but stopped when he saw a particular item you were wearing.

A green beanie with a red feather stitched to the side, his eyes widened with glee.

“pan~” he sang at you, you froze in fear, how did he figure out?!?!

Shit the beanie!! You quickly ripped off your head and glared at the hook boy. Hoping he wouldn’t see your shaking fingers.

“it's not mine, I just found it around”

The boy's smirk dropped, clearly unimpressed by your excuse. “lies,” he sneered, stalking up to you and snatching the hat. Holding it up between the two of you. “if yeh found it laying around he’re it would’ve been torn and old, this thing looks like it's brand new, yer pans kid, no doubt.”

You were frozen in fear, unable to look away, he had seen right through your lies and had you trapped.

The grinned sadistically, knowing he had you cornered.

“now little lost girl~” he sang as he ran his hook through your hair, you shivered at the cold metal brushing your cheek “what's yer name~”

“(y/n)” you whispered, hoping he wouldn’t hear you “(y/n) pan”

“well miss (y/n) Pan~ pleasure meeting yeh, I” he took a step back and bowed low, keeping his blue eyes on you. “am Harry Hook, and im sure yeh have figured out who I am”

“the son of captain hook” you muttered, glancing around for an escape. Harry's eyes followed yours, quickly making plans to prevent you from escaping his grasp.

“Another thing I would like teh know is” Harry drawled, standing to his full height and looming over you, “why are yeh here? Don’t yeh live on neverland with pan?”

You huffed, not really wanting to tell him what happened “I don’t know why I was asleep and then I woke up here.”

Harry rose his brow, huh, now he would have though pan had enough of being a parent and threw you away to here, just like every other parent did.

Harry hummed, “so the lost girl is truly lost eh, meh da will know what teh do with yeh” harry grasped your arm roughly and began to drag you to god knows where.

You started to panic ‘shit shit shit how do i-‘ quickly thinking you slammed your foot onto his and twisted his arm, releasing his grip on you, you turned the other way and bolted, running as fast as you could.

Harry growled, and sprinted after you, quickly catching up to you. He saw you breathing heavily, he smirked ‘she doesn’t have high endurance, good, that'll work to my advantage’ he thought, as you began to pant from over extortion.

‘fuck you dad’ you thought, tears burning at your eyes, cursing your dad for never teaching you more endurance and let you join the training.

All of a sudden your foot caught a rock and you squealed, falling face forward to the ground. That’s when strong leather-clad arms caught you. But relief didn’t fill your chest, only more fear.

“got yeh, now come on lassie, me da would like to see yeh”

“p-please no! I cant-I cant” you began to hyperventilate, trying your best to wiggle out of his arms.

“harry! I've been looking- who is that?” a black girl with tight teal braids came around the corner, raising her brow at harry standing over you, both breathing heavily.

“Uma!” harry panted grinning at her. “yeh will never guess who this is!!” the girl, Uma, furrowed her brows, agitated.

“I care why?”

Harry's grin turned dark and you shivered from the malice within his eyes. “its the daughter of pan~”

Umas eyes brightened, a smirk playing on her lips. “well why didn’t you say so~ bring her to the ship”

Harry nodded and hoisted you up over his shoulder, carrying you as if you weighed nothing more than his sword at his side.

‘no no nonono!’ you thought desperate to get out of his grip, wriggling around, but he didn’t budge.

“let's go, little lost girl, im gonna have fun with yeh” you froze, you did not like the sound of that, but before you could try once more to free yourself from his grasp, your eye caught a child…laying limp on the ground, clutching their stomach and face pinched in pain.

Tearing your eyes away from the sight, you saw another child running away from a merchant, holding moldy apples and bread in his arms, clothes ripped and old.

The smell of the place was also horrific, old rotten milk, food, and feces.

Now you knew why the VKs hated talking about the isle, it was hell on earth.

Soon the rotten smell began to ebb away, the smell of the sea brushing your senses. Twisting yourself to look over Harry's shoulder, you saw a large imposing ship, marked with old chipped paint.

‘Lost Revenge’

Harry set you down, keeping a grip on your arms preventing you from running away.

Placing his chin on your shoulder, smirking at you. He proudly announced the ship.

He was referencing to the mug shaped piggy bank with sheets of paper and a pen next to it. Tae explained that the shop was taking suggestions about what they could do to help improve the atmosphere of the coffee shop, especially with the younger crowd.

“Any good suggestions, yet?” The shy boy asked.

“Nah, mostly just menu things that we can’t afford and some stray coins or whatever.”

“Can I write something?”

Taehyung motioned to the container, “Go ahead.”

The foreign YouTuber wrote something and put in into the piggy bank. The next time Taehyung looked at the clock, it was 8:21 at night. He’d be here soon, and so the brown haired young man started preparing his order. Four minutes later, the bell rung and a young man in a purple jacket came in with a group of his friends.

They all set down their backpacks at the seats they chose. Some started unpacking while others began to line up.

“(Y/N)~!” Taehyung’s husky voice called out.

The young man in the purple jacket turned around and smiled. He approached the counter with a smile to get his pre-made order.

He chuckled, “You know you don’t have to do this every time.”

“You’re a loyal customer. It’s my pleasure.”

“There might be a day I order something differently.”

Tae shrugged, “It’s been four months. I highly doubt it.”

The young man huffed, “That just means I’ll surprise you next time.”

He went back to his friends, and Taehyung just sighed. The barista loved the boy in the purple jacket more than words could describe. He had started coming about four months ago to study for an entrance exam or something and had returned every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday.

The first night, he had asked Taehyung for the best coffee.

“Oh, I don’t drink coffee, but the tea here is really good.”

His chuckle had made the barista’s heart go !!!, “If you don’t drink coffee, why are you working here?”

“Money’s good and I like the atmosphere. The people are mostly nice too. I’d suggest hot chocolate or the butterfly pea tea.”

 By the end of the day, there were about 50 suggestions Taehyung had to go through before closing. The boss wanted to help go through them, but there was no way his most loyal employee was going to let him.

“You need your rest, sir. I’ve got it. I’ll let you know if we have anything interesting when we open tomorrow.”

After going through them, he found that there were mostly usless suggestions or ones that would cost way too much money. There was one that was actually a really good idea, however. Live music. Having a coffeehouse musician was popular nowadays, and there would probably be a lot of untapped talent in the local area.

After suggesting it to the boss later the next day, he thought it was a wonderful idea as well. | Soon enough fliers and posters were hung up in the shop and also around town displaying the time and date of auditions to sing in the coffee shop. They were looking for someone with a gentle and clear voice, hopefully they could play guitar. It wasn’t a requirement since instrumentals could be found online at any time.

The day of auditions came, and Taehyung was annoyed. They were being held at the back of the coffee shop as to not bother the patrons. He didn’t understand why so many people thought screemo or rap would do well when the flier said “gentle and clear”

“Next!” He called as he scratched out yet another name from his list and balled up their application. He grumbled to himself about how people didn’t know how to read nowadays.

The next person that showed up sounded familiar, “Um, hi?”

“Hi. So you’re called the...” He looked up to see the man in the purple jacket and swallowed. “The Pa-bros? Is that correct?”

Both Tae’s crush and the broad-shouldered man next to him nodded. The other man was someone who visited but never dressed so casually. Taehyung sat up straight and asked them to give their real names for him to write down.

“I’m Kim Seokjin.”

“And I’m (Y/N). We’re the Pa-Bros.”

He wrote down both names and then asked to hear what they had. Seokjin began to strum on his guitar and (Y/N) sung out in a pristine and beautiful voice that carried the most human of souls in it. He was singing “Put Your Records On” by Corrine Bailey Rae. It made Taehyung’s heart flutter, and he could’ve sworn he forgot how to breathe until the end of the song.

Everyone in the room let out a breath.

“Wow.” The barista said. “That was amazing. I’ll let you know how you did within the week. Yeah, I’m speechless. Thank you for your time.”

“Thank you.” Both said and bowed. Seokjin packed up his guitar and slung it over his shoulder while the other placed his stool against the wall.

Several patrons of the coffee shop were standing outside the door when the two left. It surprised the two performers, but it also gave the barista more of a reason to hire them. There had been only two other decent auditions the whole day other than (Y/N) and Seokjin.

“So, how’d it go?” The boss asked as he helped to clean up the tables as his brown-haired employee swept the floors.

“It went well. I’ll show you the footage of the top three once we’re done cleaning up.”

The two men sat at a table and watched the performances on Taehyung’s phone in the silent shop. They had all done incredibly well. It was hard for them to choose a favorite and decided to do one final test to see who they could have perform for them. Of course, there was only a certain amout of money that could go towards paying these talents, so they had to be worth it.

Once home, Taehyung sat at his laptop and sent out rejection emails to the 34 people who did not make it. Then you sent emails to the final three: Pa-bros, Mia Kim, and a brother sister trio called Gro Up. The message explained that they would have to do a live performance the upcoming Wednesday to see how well their visitors liked their talents.

It would also show who could handle performing live in front audience. Tae didn’t send the message to them yet since he wanted his boss’s approval to make sure it had everything he wanted in it. Instead, he listened to jazz in the shower and while he microwaved his dinner, humming along to the brassy notes

He really hopped the Pa-Bros made it just so that he could see (Y/N) every other day of the week.

The day came, and Taehyung made sure his uniform was clean and had even fixed his glasses for tonight. He had seen people talking about the coffee shop competition on SNS. Even though it wasn’t marketed like that, he figured that’s what this basically was. A competition to see who got the job.

Wait, fuck! Does that mean it’s gonna be busy today? Tae thought as he picked up his speed to the shop.

The answer was yes. Luckily, the boss had anticipated this and restocked two days earlier even ordering extra for the crowd. The store would be getting more popular after this, huh?

Tae put his stuff into his locker after clocking in and put on his apron. Getting to work was fun as he watched speakers be set up where the stage would be sooner or later. It wouldn’t be that big, just a bit higher than the rest of the store for better viewing. The orders came quickly, but the interest made most people more patient. That was good.

Then the boss said that the two Park Jimins could take over the counter, and he could introduce the acts and work the floor due to his natural charisma. He nodded and went to do just that with nothing prepared.

“Hi, everyone. Glad to have you here.” He said into the taller microphone. “We have three amazing acts for you to watch tonight. The winner will be decided by your applause and will become perminant entertainment for the store!”

A few people clapped, making him smile despite his nerves.

“Anyways, first up is a band of twin sisters and thier little brother. Please welcome to the stage, Gro Up!”

The trio began to sing and play their instruments, but something was off. It quickly came apparent that one of the sisters weren’t feeling well. She darted towards the bathroom to throw up. Her twin followed as the youngest thanked the audince for their attention, but they were going to withdraw from the competition. He scampered off to check on his sisters.

Taehyung was pushed back on stage where he introduced Mia Kim who did well despite the events that literally just happened seconds ago. Then Tae introduced Pa-Bros. Another stool was set up in the space and microphones were placed where the best sound could be heard from each.

Today (Y/N) wore a vest over a checkered dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled up halfway which made him look more handsome than usual. Jin was also dressed nicely, but Taehyung’s eyes were glued to (Y/N) His face was so handsome and he seemed comfortable under the stares of the largest Wednesday afternoon crowd they’d ever had.

“Hi, we’re Pa-Bros, and we’ll be singing ‘I’m Yours’ by Jason Mraz.”

The Barista closed his eyes as he listened to the singer. It felt as if he were transported to an island where it was just the two of them in swim trunks exploring the forest with smiles on their faces. They played in the water until sunset where they made a bonfire and slow danced under the stars. They now sat by the ocean in a blanket with the fire crackling near by.

He laid his head on Tae’s shoulder and smiled at him, “I really love you.”

Taehyung snapped out of his daydream while people applauded and felt his cheeks get warm, but he clapped as well. What kind of daydream was that? He had never let his imagination go that far when thinking about the man, but this time was different. (Y/N) looked at the blushing barista who gave two thumbs up in return.

Then people voted for the two artists. Ten minutes later, they were counted up by the female Jimin who texted Taehyung the winners. Gro Up had apologized and gone home out of embarassment but said they wished Mia and Bros luck since they had both done so well.

“Alright, folks.” He adjusted his glasses as everyone quieted down. “Before I announce the winner, I wanna thank all of you for coming to see the show and ordering while you’re here. It means a lot.” He clapped and smiled.

“I’d also like to give a round of applause to our lovely entertainment. All of you were absolutely stunning tonight and are both winners in my book.” Applause and cheers.

Taehyung continued, “However, in the payroll, there can only be one or the other. We’ve counted up all the votes three times and by two different people. The winner is...” He opened the text message and beamed as he saw the name, “The Pa-Bros!”

The whole coffee shop became an uproar of cheers. The two boys hugged each other and then bowed to Mia who congratulated them. As Taehyung moved to congratulate them as well, (Y/N) pulled the barista in by the collar and kissed him square on the lips.

After the two parted, he said, “Sorry, I just promised myself I would kiss you if I won.”

“Good.” Tae said and kissed back.

A few months passed and the coffee shop was doing better than ever. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, they would have a poetry slam. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were when The Pa-Bros--who renamed themselves to Koffee Kings--performed on the new stage.

Taehyung clocked in as usual, humming jazz. He always showed up half an hour earlier to watch his boyfriend (Y/N) perform a couple of songs. By the time he clocked in, it was a five minute intermission. Sometimes when his love was in a really good mood, Tae’s boyfriend would dance with him after giving people their coffees.

He was wearing the purple jacket tonight, “Don’t forget to tip your waiters, especially cuz that one’s my boyfriend! I love you, Tae!”

“Love you too!” The barista replied, blushing with the biggest smile on his face.