killer chat! love interests — bartender au! headcanons.
new mini series of headcanons im starting... killer chat! is the first on the docket. i'm writing this from an airport so please, ignore any typo's and shi.... im so sleep deprived, anxiety kept me up so i didn't sleep yet.
written from the concept of you're a regular at the bar, and the love interests are your bartenders... inspired by some youtube short i saw.
ronin beaufort, as your bartender!
— he overpours for the love of the game, cus you once said alcohol doesn't affect you. (it affects you terribly well... and he knows...)
— ronin watches your drink, and everyones drinks and protects them from creeps. actively shoots the soda gun at people who are being weird around drinks.
— shoots the soda gun at a lot of people. "its just tonic water, was the big deal guys" looking mfer.
— he's giving you the wrong drink. "oops, yeah i didnt think you actually wanted that other drink; finish that one and i'll make you the actual one you wanted, i guess"
— are you gonna finish that? drinks it for you.
— totally a bit wasted on the clock, and he likes it that way.
— random discounts, just for sillies to see if the owner would notice.
— dancing behind the bar for the thrill of the eyes on him. he's hot and he knows it lbr.
maria de la rosa, as your bartender!
— only makes you sweet drinks
— she doesn't let you pick your drink, not because you can't but because she likes to have you try new things.
— she's always hitting on you, to avoid randoms hitting on her.
— blows you kisses when she serves you a drink.
— your first drink is always free with her.
— dressed up to work at the bar. cosplay adjecant.
— shes can't do any flare when mixing drinks, but she tries. she gets some small flares off but nothing too crazy.
katsuo misaki, as your bartender!
— SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!
— they just be pouring shit to pour shit.
— they get in soooo much trouble, but they looooooove to make you drinks, whatever you want. and make you mystery drinks.
— reading manga on the job, or playing on their psvita.
— they do so many flares, flare after flare after flare, all for a good tip, to get whatever money people are willing to give 'em.
— everyone loves misaki, and wants misaki as their bartender but theyre too busy paying attention to you.
— they hit their vape and do smoke tricks too. you love it tho.
— theyre constantly singing along to whatevers on the radio in the bar. theyre the life of the staff.
valentin viljoen, as your bartender!
— makes drinks perfect. no over pour, no underpour.
— rare freebies... but only when you need it.
— he actually breaks up fights better than the bouncer does. he is constantly jumping into fights to break shit up.
— he does get you free fries from the kitchen tho.
— he doesnt do flares... but he does give a hell of a smile as he talks to everyone. he makes it a show without making it a show. and thats real showmanship he says.
— he babies you at the bar, whenever you order, he double confirms what you want to order, and how you want it done. just to make sure you get what you want. its sweet.
— he makes a lot of experimental drinks to put on the menu, because when ronin used to do it, it ended poorly a lot.
I'm gonna guess you're swamped with requests now cause the KC fandom is STARVED for content. So if it's too much you don't have to do this <3
If you're comfortable with it- could you maybe write something about Misaki x insecure/anxious reader? (｡•́ ̫ •̀｡)
LIKE insecure/anxious abt their actions and personality so they apologise often and worry abt being too much/little n stuff!!
Wjwisjao thankyouuu AND I LOVEEE your writing it's SO good!!!! Take care of yourself!
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THANK YOU!! You request is one of my favourites since I mentioned it a billion times but I to love writing for Misaki very much! And as for the last but that’s insanely sweet don’t make me blush haha :) but TRUST I will try my BEST to deliver!
Misaki x Anxious!Reader (headcanons and fic)
“Ground in forced silence” (1k words)
You and Misaki finally just moved in together. Everything was so perfect. You sold your first few books, they got a few jobs here and there and the two of you made money at a pretty stable and honestly above average rate, they had overcome their life of bloodshed, everything was fine.
But one day, one day your writing just wasn’t on par exactly. That’s all good and fine, this stuff happens and it’s normal. Bad writing days are to be expected. You vent to your love and they recommend a sharp head, a good night’s sleep, and an excuse to read your favourite comic book, book, manga, or fanfiction again. Things are all fine. The next day you get up early, eat a nutritional breakfast, shower, and make a cup of coffee while Misaki’s gone at work. Today it’s gone be better. But the minute you opened your writing platform, the guilt creeped on. Your conference deadline was in a few weeks and you had 3 chapters to write at minimum. You were expected to be done with 6. Day after day the writing block gets worse, you read over and over, you study Misaki’s old murders, sharpen your protagonist to the brim and still… nothing. The words fail you. But it’ll be fine. Worse things have happened you know it will.
The day of the conference, unfortunately, could not have gone worse. They talked over you, when you tried explaining your future plans in the most put together, articulate way you could, they talked over you. The same patronizing tone was sung to you over and over and over; “we’re sure you have some very, very good ideas but what you don’t get is we don’t HAVE the time. You need to make the books and stat. Please. Or we could sign you over to a new agent, hire a ghost writer…” you’ve been in the game since you were a teen but they still treated you like you just weren’t there yet. You were just way too incompetent, according to the high chairs. They kept pushing your voice smaller till you just finally started turning it into white noise so you’d at least be able to keep in your tears. You just nodded so the lump in your throat wouldn’t hurt anymore than it already did. And God, it ached so bad Even a peep too much would make you show it. You just wanted to be in the security of your lover’s arms right now, her warmth, but what if you’re just… doing too much? What if she says that…
You get home in a full panicked state, it’s not about the writing anymore, you just felt paralyzed in that room. When you got home you knew Misaki was waiting for you in their room, probably playing Valheim or Doki Doki Literature club, but you couldn’t face them like this.
They wait a little bit, okay, maybe you went to the bathroom? Maybe you got yourself something to drink or eat first? It was a long day after all you didn’t HAVE to greet them the minute you got home. A thump was heard on the couch, though. No one had entered the kitchen. No fridge door open or microwave door closed. No bathroom knob being turned. What’s the harm in checking? They could never be too careful when it comes to someone as precious as you anyway…
And there they find you curled up on the couch, shutting yourself up with a cushion, your whole face was buried in it and drenched. You could have just come to them but you were too scared of being too much, even if you wanted that cushion to be her chest. They knew that feeling, and something about seeing someone as important and God as deserving of being cherished as you in that situation was wrong in every way possible. No, no you don’t get to feel like a burden.
“Oh no baby…” They trail off lazily putting a hand on your head, too scared to overwhelm you and try to brush your hair, but you’re crying too much to respond. You just try getting quieter, which of course they would never allow. “Oh honey tell me what’s wrong gorgeous, I’m right here okay? I’m not leaving anywhere,” you hear footsteps getting closer to your face. “See?!” The hand not busy in your hair removed the cushion from your arms. Fuck, seeing your pretty lover’s face right now felt like an anchor. And lord they were looking at you so, so sweetly…
You grab onto them instead, rubbing your cheek on their chest and collarbone and they sit in front of you and shift their legs underneath them. “That’s my baby, let it out okay?” “I’m sorry Misaki fuck I’m so sorry I don’t know why I’m doing this-” “We never say that again sweetheart. Ever. Alright? It’s my privilege to have you around me, you don’t owe me anything okay? Calm down, shhh, calm down cutie.” They rub your back slowly, up and down, until your breathing gets slower and closer to a normal pace, subconsciously trying to match the rhythm of their hand stroking your back.
“There we go, pretty. Now, do you wanna tell me what’s wrong now?” You can’t. It’s too much. What if they disregard it? What if they make a comment on your writing too? What if… “I’m scared Misaki, I’m just scared.”
“Shh alright gorgeous I’m here okay? I’m here, everything’s okay when I’m here, remember?” They pull you on to them getting you both to lie down on the couch, her sitting up slightly, with you perched resting on top of her. You nod, she’s right. Everything is better when she’s here. You never feel inadequate when she’s here, when your darling, your beloved beautiful Misaki’s here. And they are here. They’re not going anywhere. “That’s right baby see? You get it, you’re fine. You’re doing well, okay?” They kiss your hair gently and lift your face to them, and God you look so precious and adorable, so so cute just for them. But so in pain. Her poor baby in so much pain, it physically hurt to see. She holds your cheeks and stroked her thumb from the center down to your jaw, like the was painting the pink blush that tickled your face. They didn’t know what was going on, yes, but they needed you to know they were here to make you feel safe.
“No one ever makes you feel bad or hurts you when I’m here. I promise my love.”
Headcanons
Whenever you’re talking in the server and she notices you’re being excluded more, she brings up a topic you just HAVE to rave and rant about, and makes commentary on what you say.
In fact, they get into your interests to make you feel even more seen.
When it comes to your writing, they’re never harsh with feedback. Rather I doubt there was ever I time they even mildly felt “meh” about it, it was always such a masterpiece to them.
If you ever hover around them in the fear of being too much for asking for some attention or quality time and they notice, God they just want to pick you up and throw you in the bed, if you’re a normal person, pretty weak, or even if you’re the most jacked up gym bro ever, you’re too adorable for physics and strength to work logically. Plus even if the snatched stature doesn’t show much, Misaki IS pretty strong…
If they ever ignore your calls or texts that means they’re either on the other side of the universe away from their phone or laptop, or they got all the WiFi cut off. Never would they make you feel the need to be small on purpose ever. In fact, they hate it when you make yourself smaller! They love your presence more than you could imagine.
Just stares at you. A lot. Is it creepy especially coming from an ex assassin that’s trained to spy on world class billionaires and executives, maybe. Is it just because they love and adore you and find you so insanely gorgeous and hot though? Absolutely.
You mention feeling like you’re not good enough or don’t look good enough in front of them they are appalled. You’re an absolute God/Goddess to them. Don’t ever and don’t even.
They have a tendency to apologize for things that aren’t their fault. But when she sees you do it? It’s over. Self reflecting. Internal therapy. She can’t be a bad example for her lover.
She colds your hand in crowds, they’re not doing you any favors since one - you’re awesome and deserving of all the love in the world and they know that - and two, it helps them feel less anxious as well.
When you talk to a group, they laugh at your jokes and look at you directly in the eye. They make comments on what you say. They ask yo7 to repeat yourself when your voice goes quiet. They ask what you think. You’re their everything and they won’t love you like a coward that doesn’t actually stand up for you when they can, even in the smallest of things. You know why? Because they know how much the details matter to your precious heart.
You never get to feel like you’re not enough since they’re always doing the most chalant shit to impress YOU. They get all crazy blushing sometimes just looking at you. They understand being insecure and anxious, hell that’s their middle name, but deep down it confuses them. What do YOU have to be insecure about? Being too perfect for this world?
Sometimes it feels like the world shuts up and it’s just you two. Both messes. You were wrecks before you crashed into each other. And now? No one’s ever planning to leave.
Thank you so so much this was so fun and peak to write, I also snuck in a car seat headrest lyric which I’m sure you’ll catch if you listen to them. Never feel to shy to ask for more requests!
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