Reader Insert

Jun 28, 201311 min read

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Published: Jun 28, 2013

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I couldnt sleep so I spent 30minutes writing a reader insert .-. guess what? It doesn't completely suck. XD Yeah I only posted it on quotev and wont really post it here like I do with everything else but Ima just stick it in here for like the 2 people who would actually wanna read mii crap.

((WARNING THIS IS A ONE SHOT ANNNNDDDDDDDD IT INVOLVES Francis :3)

Well, it wasn't so bad.

Ok, there were better places where she could be working, but at least it wasn't fast food! (Y/N) had just gotten a third job, working at a local coffee shop. Why three jobs? Her family of course! The (H/C) girl needed needed to pay for her younger sibling to get through school. Seeing as how they only had eachother because of her parents dieing when she had turned 18, (Y/N) was really left with no choice. She had even dropped out of collage so they wouldn't waste any more money on something that wouldn't get them anywhere. The girl had told everyone that she didn't mind it all, and that the only thing which really mattered to her was her sibling. So now, she worked at the bar under their apartment, the department store in the downtown area, and an old coffee house. There was a time where the girl almost thought she would have to become a hooker to raise more money but she promised herself she wouldn't go so low or sink down to that level.

As she turned around to take the next person's order, she felt his heart stop. Normally, she never fell for attractiveness so easily but this person just looked...amazing. She then realized that she had been staring and quickly snapped out of her daydream.

"Welcome, sir. What can I make you today?" (Y/N) asked tucking some hair behind her ear and smiling as brightly as she could with that light little blush dusting across her cheeks.

The whole time Francis just sat back in his seat placing his sun kissed blonde hair in a loose pony tail with his favorite red satin silk ribbon. His eyes were downcast allowing his lashes to shadow his elegantly modeled cheekbones as he read the menu. Normally the French man wouldn't go to such a petit cafe such as the one he was in now yet he had no time to go anywhere else and it was the place closest to his new home. When he heard the new strange voice of the female, he lifted both his head and his gaze upwards.

A soft heart warming smile graced his face as he looked at the person in front of him. "Oh yes. I would like a regular decaf."

(Y/N) nodded, quickly jotting down his order and shyly stole glances at him while she wrote.

After being so close to him and getting such a clear view of his face, the girl just hoped that her face hadn't turned into the color of a ripe tomato knowing that it would be pretty embarrassing. She couldn't help but wondered if this person received attention like this often. That smile that the Frenchman sent her just made her heart flutter like a little butterfly.

"Alright, your coffee will be ready in just a few moments." She said. Even thought she had just started to work there at the cafe, she had become quite the barista. Soon, the blonde had a piping hot coffee sitting in front of him because of it.

As he spoke that french accent of his just laced all of his words making them sound much more classy and romantic than they really were. "Merci beaucoup mademoiselle." Francis looked up at the girl's name tag so that he could finish what he had been saying trying not to be rude. "(Y/N)."

(Y/N) didn't know any French at all, but she was pretty sure he was thanking her. "Y-You're welcome, sir." she said, a small, shy as hell smile gracing her lips. Gosh, that accent was killing her slowly.

Grabbing the cup he lightly blew on it so that when he did drink it he wouldn't burn his tongue. While still looking at (Y/N) he noticed that small blush that no makeup could ever match and it made him let out a gentle light hearted laugh. Now it was true that he was used to people always falling for his looks or charm but this time with this new person, whom he had just met, the French man found it quite adorable.

Some part of the girl was hoping he would never come back. Why? Because he was just too darn attractive! She'd never get any work done this way. In fact...she hadn't been getting anything done now! Snapping out of her dazed like state once more she now spoke. "U-Uh, p-please, enjoy your time here, sir."

"Wait. Why not stay for a little while." As she turned to leave, Francis called out to her hoping to get her attention since he never did like having to be alone and he was interested in the shy little girl. The blonde knew that if anything happened with the man's boss that he could just pay them off so he didn't seem to care and just gave off his charming and happy vibe.

Him calling out to her did stop the girl dead in her tracks. From behind the counter, she could see her co-workers snickering and silently telling her to join the blonde. She gave in with a sigh and backtracked to the blonde, sitting down across from him. The whole time though she messed with her hair, retying the ponytail which it had been kept in because of regulation issues and pushing the bobby pins that held her bangs back father into her hair.

"So (Y/N)..." He blew on his coffee once more looking down at it and then up at her. "Tell me a little about yourself." The blondie crossed his legs placing one over the other and took a small sip of his coffee with his bright blue eyes still locked onto the womans' as he drank.

"M-Me?" She asked, seeming a little surprised. No one ever wanted to hear about her before and even if they did, they got bored pretty quickly then just ended up leaving or coming up with some sort of excuse.

She raised her eyes a little, thinking about what she could say. 'Don't mention you're poor, don't mention this is the third job you work, don't mention you dropped out of collage...' she thought to herself showing how there was nothing she could really say. "W-Well, what would you like to know?" She asked hoping that it could help her even in the slightest.

"What you are willing to tell me of course cher. I wouldn't want to force information out of you now would I?" He just tilted his head a bit and smiled letting some of his blonde hair escape that loose braid he had put it in and allowing it to perfectly frame his absolutely gorgeous face. To some it would seem that he was forcing himself to be overly nice or trying to be charming while in reality the man wasn't doing anything or that nature. To him it just seemed to come off so naturally like a second nature.

(Y/N) thought some more, tapping her foot on the ground nervously, not being too sure on what to say. Damn, his charm and looks made her just want to say everything and then pray and hope he didn't think she was some sort of weirdo. She just ended up snapping her ponytail because she was playing with her (H/C) (H/L) hair so much. She blushed and placed the broken elastic into her pocket. "W-Well...I-I have a little (Brother/Sister) I live with.."

"So a family person? That's nice." Francis slowly let his eyes flutter shut as he took yet another sip of his coffee and thought about his own family.

"The bonds of which you share with your (Brother/Sister) is the one thing you'll always have. Remember that.~"

"My (Brother/Sister) is the world to me. I'd do anything for (him/her)." She said quietly letting out a soft gentle sigh. "Even if (she/he) don't always see I do it for (her/him)..."

He himself hadn't forgotten that and he knew that he still shared a bond with his younger brother even if he had chosen to move out at such a young age. Letting out a sigh he reopened his slightly sad eyes to look at (Y/N). The thing which he noticed was that the girl's hair tie had broken so her hair was now down and it didn't seem as though she wanted it to be though, so being the nice caring person he was, Francis untied his ribbon and handed it to her with a smile. "Here. Pour garder ces beaux cheveux de la votre en place~"

The girl grabbed the red ribbon and used it to tie her hair up in a tight piny tail. "Thank you very much, I appreciate it." She said.

"De rien." He smiled and drank some more of his coffee seeing that there was only half of the cup left now which made him let out a sigh since he was actually quite enjoying his conversation.

"Thats just how things are. Sometimes they just wont see how hard you work for them or how much you care..but still..there's not much you can do to show it to them. I give you my word that one day they'll realize." As Francis said that he couldn't help but laugh a bit at one crucial detail he had still failed to mention. "How rude of me. My name is Francis Bonnefoy."

"Oh, pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bonnefoy. I'm (F/N) (L/N)." She said then chuckled nervously. "Though my name tag probably told you that already."

He laughed a little more not really having a care in the world until he accidentally spilled the rest of the coffee on his pants.

"Merde!" Francis grabbed some napkins and started wiping his pants. Of course it had already stained but that wasn't what he was worried about. He was worried about looking like a complete idiot. Letting out a sigh he looked at the empty cup.

"Oh, dear...Here, I'll be right back."

She came back with some rags and a fresh cup of coffee for him. "A-Are you ok? Y-You didn't get a burn, did you?" she asked, seeming genuinely worried for the blonde. She cleaned the table and handed the rags to a blonde employee that walked by.

"I'm fine don't worry about it." He spoke with a smile trying to calm (Y/N) down and then he looked at his watch. "Oh I must get going."

Francis placed the amount of money on the table for both coffees even though he only really drank one, a tip for (Y/N) and one of his cards which had his phone number on it. At least now without him knowing it, the girl would know that he was in fact a model.

"Au revoir mon amie." With that, the French man left the cafe with a smile on his face.

        "Oh, alright then. Have a good rest of the day!" She took the money and put it in the register, slipping the tip into her pocket. Noticing the card with his number on it, the girl read it out loud.

        "Francis Bonnefoy: Male Model...." She spoke, not really thinking much of it. Oh how her reaction was so delayed. "M-Male Model?!"

        Looking at the magazine that her friend was reading she saw him right there.. "H-He's on the cover...o-of the magazine..."