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iamthecomet · 2 days

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𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯: 𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘈𝘜

Rating: T? there's a couple off color jokes and Mountain has some thoughts but it's all pretty tame. Pairing: Mountain/Rain (hints at past Mountain/Swiss.) Word Count: 1k+ Mushy May brought to you by @forlorn-crows Divider by @ghuleh-recs

The new guy is cute.

Mountain doesn’t know where he came from–didn’t realize there was a new guy at his regular coffee shop at all until he came in today and spotted him behind the counter.

He’s lanky, shorter than Mountain but still tall. With a mop of dark hair that keeps falling into his very blue eyes and Mountain’s stomach did that annoying flip it does every time he sees a cute guy. Tumbling over itself in his stomach and making his hands shake.

Rain–at least that’s what his name tag says–doesn't seem to notice. Too engrossed in the cash register in front of him, trying to figure out how to make it work–how to find Mountain’s order in the system. A blush rising to his cheeks as he fumbles. Mountain feels faint just watching him.

“Just—uh—find a seat and I’ll bring it out to you,” Rain offered him an uneasy smile.

“Sure.”

Mountain waits, Rain brings him his tea latte with a small smile, then he retreats. Mountain spends the rest of his morning reading his book and peering over the edge of it to watch Rain stumble through what is definitely his first day.

The next day, he comes back. And the next. And the next. He’s a regular at this coffee shop anyway, but now it seems like he’s there constantly. Spending extra time, barely reading his book–more just watching Rain. Trying to decide how to approach him, how to talk to him. How to get to know him. It all seems so complicated. Impossible. Mountain doesn’t want to be upfront and offend him.

But just watching every day is turning into torture. He wants to talk to Rain, wants to know him. Wants to do more than just watch.

“Here again?” Rain smiles at him, it’s day eight. Rain was off yesterday and Mountain had to hide his disappointment when Swiss was there to wait on him instead. Not that he doesn't like Swiss, just, been there done that.

Mountain wonders if maybe he just has a thing for batistas. But that's stupid. This coffee shop just has a habit of hiring unreasonably hot men.

Today, Rain's smile is warm. Easy. Genuine. He seems relaxed behind the counter now and it makes Mountain's heart warm to see him getting comfortable. Becoming himself as he chats with customers and his coworkers.

“I'm always here,” Mountain says with a shrug.

Rain snorts out a laugh. “You must really like the tea.”

“Something like that.”

When Rain hands Mountain his latte their fingers brush. Mountain feels like a teenager again. Stomach fluttering as that warm electric shock passes between them. Rain's fingers are cold, Mountain thinks of a thousand ways to warm them up.

Two weeks in and Rain has his latte ready for him when he walks in the door. Mountain tries to hide his blush–the way that makes him stammer out a thank you as he taps his card on the reader. Swiss never had his latte ready for him.

But Swiss–that was more of a handful of parking lot hookups than anything else. And while Mountain has thought about taking Rain home just to fold him in half over his kitchen counter, most of his thoughts are about candlelit dinners at fancy restaurants and sitting in his living room listening to vinyl while they drink wine and–Mountain doesn't even know if Rain likes music, or wine, or fancy dinner but the fantasy doesn't care.

Mountain catches Rain looking at him as he retreats to his table. Plush lower lip pinned between his teeth–his canines are sharp. Something about that makes Mountain's stomach lurch. Everything about Rain kills him--he's down bad. He doesn't know what to do about it.

The next day, Rain is off again. And Swiss is behind the register barking something at Dew who just flips him off and pretends not to hear. Swiss sighs, looking at Mountain with an eye roll directed at the back of Dews head.

“Can't find good help these days,” Swiss says, mock dramatically. Dew throws a dish towel at him. “Your regular?”

“Please.”

Mountain looks around, glancing toward the door he knows leads out back. Hoping to see a flash of dark curls and pale skin. Swiss shakes his head.

“He's off today.”

“Who?”

“Your boyfriend,” Dew says, yelling it over the hum of the milk steamer. Mountain winces.

“Quiet.”

“Why? He's not here to hear it.”

“Other people are!”

Dew laughs and swings his arm out to indicate the very empty coffee shop. “No they aren't.”

“Dew, shut up,” Swiss turns back to Mountain his smile isn't teasing anymore. Just really encouraging. Like they’re friends instead of strangers who hooked up a few times. “Just ask him out already.”

“He'll say no.”

“No he won't,” Dew butts in. “You're all he talks about on our smoke breaks. Mountain this. Mountain that. Do you think he has a big–”

“Shut up!” Swiss growls.

“HEART. You pervert. I was gonna say heart. We all already know about his dick.”

“I'm never coming here again.” Mountain groans. Mortified.

“Yes you are. And dews Gonna get fired if he opens his mouth again.”

“Try me,” Dew says with a laugh. Sliding Mountains tea to him.

Swiss ignores him. Knocking him out of the way to take center stage in Mountain's field of vision.

“You're going to come back tomorrow. and you're going to ask Rain out. And he's going to say yes.”

Mountain nods in agreement. If only to get away from this situation.

“Good.”

The bell on the door dings and an older white woman wearing giant sunglasses and holding a purse that probably cost more than Mountain's car walks in. He retreats to his table and his book. He tells himself Swiss and Dew are crazy. He can't just ask Rain out. That's insane.

But the next day, as he’s standing in front of Rain, holding the latte that was once again already ready for him. The words just tumble out.

“Do you–uh–” Mountain clears his throat, looks at his feet. He wishes he could pick the words up and shove them back in–but he’s already started, and he can’t seem to stop. “I just–do you think you maybe would want to–”

“I get off at four,” Rain cuts him off with a knowing smile. “Pick me up?”

Mountain's heart might hammer out of his chest. He feels lightheaded, but he nods so enthusiastically that a strand of auburn hair slips loose from his bun and slides into his face. He bats it away.

“I'll be here.”

#comet writes #mushy may 2024 #Mountain ghoul #Swiss Ghoul #Rain Ghoul #Dewdrop Ghoul #Coffee Shop Au #The band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #The band ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost band fanfic

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revengeghoulette · 8 hours

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Matcha Latte w/Rose

Part 4: Brownie Points

Part 1 2 3 4

Playlist: The Rosy Crown

A manhunt for Mountain ensues. Rated: M CW: Masterbating :), angst A/N: I feel like this chapter is boring, apologies if it is. Also, Soz. <3 Edited by: @gottagho-st the best in the game <3 Tags: @obsidianghoul @sentientgolfball @foxybouquet @cheerycherrycandy-resurrected @clouds-bitch @crystalameoba @hyperobsession @everybodyshusband @ghostlylivres @sovaghoul @hypnoneghoul @arkeusruin

Previously:

Nervously, he knocks on Swiss’ door, hoping he answers because they have so much they need to discuss.

Slowly, the door opens and it's a woman…

“Can I help you?” She asks.

Swiss yells “Who is it?” in the background. The woman turns to answer him and by the time she turns back, the flowers and a small package are on the floor.

Shit. Swiss recognizes that packaging and bolts out the door, hoping to catch Mountain.

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Mountain rushes down the stairs, pushing the front door open, the cold air slapping his face as tears blur his vision. He should’ve known something like this would’ve happened. I’m so fucking stupid, of course he was going to move on. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Swirling thoughts of self-pity and hatred were interrupted by the sound of Swiss’ building’s door being shoved open. A glimpse thrown over his shoulder confirms Mountain’s suspicions, as he sees the multi ghoul striding to catch up to him. He hastens his pace, trying to put as much distance between himself and his pursuer.

Swiss pauses at the door, scanning the streets for the tall ghoul, It’s a Monday night, why the fuck is everyone out? He thinks in frustration. Spotting Mountain’s auburn hair, he begins running after him, weaving through the crowd. How in Lucifer’s name does such a massive ghoul manage to be so difficult to keep track of?

In the business of the crowd he loses sight of him, glancing around in a panic he stands on one of the benches and scans his surroundings once more for him. He hadn’t noticed the beginnings of a downpour until he felt his cold shirt sticking to his chest from the heavy rain.

“MOUNTAIN! STOP- MOUNTAIN!” Swiss yells at the hurried figure hunching against the skies. He jumps off the bench, pushing people to the side, but Mountain continues walking, picking up hispace. He ignores his calls, putting up the hood of his jacket as a feeble attempt to shield himself from the weather, and from Swiss.

The multi ghoul eventually catches up to him, slightly out of breath and soaked to the core. He reaches out to grasp the taller ghouls elbow, fingers barely brushing it, but Mountain yanks his arm away at the electric shock that Swiss’ touch causes.

Thunder rumbles in the distance, the rain becoming heavier by the minute, wind whipping strands of Mountain’s hair around his face as it steadily grows stronger. The scene is a direct mimicry of Mountain’s internal whirlwind of emotions.

Mountain doesn’t turn to look at him just continues on his mission to put space between the two of them, “Don't you fucking touch me. Go back to your apartment, Swiss.” He growls, teeth clenched against the threat of tears ready to spill.

“Momo, please, please listen to me,” Swiss begs, standing in the middle of the large crowd, people running in search of shelter from the unforgiving storm.

“No, don't call me that. I don’t wanna hear it, Swiss. Please, just go.” Mountain finally faces Swiss, tears cascading down his cheeks, blending in with the rain. His features appear to have been carved from stone, a depiction of anguish from the ancients. Swiss stands there stunned for what feels like an eternity, taking in Mountain’s face; his sunken, dull eyes, the skinnier cheeks. He needs more sleep, he thinks, always focused on looking after him, even now.

The earth ghoul turns and walks away, head hung and shoulders slumped inwards at Swiss’ silence that he takes as a response.

Swiss is too numb to do anything in that moment. His feet are heavier than cement, fixed in the position Mountain left him in. The multi ghoul watches him walk away. He stretches out his arm, reaching for him as Mountain blends in with the crowd, disappearing from his view once again… from his life for good, he thinks.

He’s gone.

Swiss makes it back to his apartment where he finds her lounging on his couch, engrossed in some murder documentary. He’s not sure how he got there, legs moving of their own volition, muscle memory carrying him back home.

She looks up at his arrival and rises from the couch, concern written all over her face, “Honey, you are not okay. Go shower, before you freeze to death.”

“He’s gone.” Swiss mumbles, looking down at the floor.

“What do you mean gone?” She grabs the first thing she sees to prevent him from dripping water all over the white carpet.

“I lost him,” Swiss looks up as she wraps a blanket around him. Her heart aches at the hurt that watches her through his dark brown eyes.

“How the fuck do you lose a ghoul?” she asks incredulously, “Especially one of his size?!”.

“He’s just… gone,” Swiss looks at his hands. He was right there, but he slipped through his fingers.

“Oh baby, go shower, get yourself warmed up and we'll chat.” She encourages him by guiding him into his small ensuite.

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Mountain pushes open the door of his apartment, greeted by the chaos of his kitchen. He stares, it stares back. He had tried baking something special for Swiss, but all of his efforts were for nothing. Turning his back on the disaster, he decides that is not a problem he is prepared to deal with right now.

He was well aware this outcome was entirely possible, he just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly. Peeling off his wet jacket, he mulls over his and Swiss’ situation. He hangs it to dry over a chair, and heads into the bathroom for a quick shower, hoping the warmth will trick his brain into quiet time. He can’t think of anything other than Swiss, can barely focus on the task at hand as he turns the water on, nothing else can distract him from his spiraling. He’s invaded his thoughts entirely.

His bright smile. His goofy laugh. The crinkles by his eyes when he fondly watches Mist interact with their regulars. The way he nervously rubs his neck when he’s unsure about something. The way he takes care of every customer like they were the only ones there, so utterly attentive to their needs. The way his nose scrunches when he’s trying to read Sunny’s handwriting on the coffee cups.

A quarter mile away, the inverse is true for Swiss. Stood beneath cascading warm water, head resting against the cool tiles of his shower, thoughts of the earth ghoul are consuming his every waking moment. Swiss, however, doesn’t think he wants to distract himself from them.

He recalls his habit of throwing his hair in a messy bun when he has to really focus. The utter grace with which he moves. Reading glasses that are slightly slanted, no matter how many times he's tried to fix them. The way he chews his pen when students write something incomprehensible, and he can’t decipher it. His deep sighs when one of them gives him a stupid answer when he knows they know better. The tiny hole in his ear, remnants of a piercing it once held. His insanely huge hands. Each of the little things that add up to make Mountain, well, Mountain.

As he lathers his body, the multi-ghoul can’t help his wandering hands, needing to touch himself as his thoughts stray to those hands all over his body. Imagining the hands that once roamed his clothed body, touching the softest parts of his skin. He thinks about how the earth ghoul would wrap those massive hands around his cock, pumping him slow and steady, making him beg and plead for his release. He’d wager a bet that he would even call him a good boy. He wants to be called a good boy, he realizes. But only for Mountain.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Mountain leans against the counter, having just filled the kettle to make himself a stress-relief tea. His shower refreshed him somewhat, but he still can’t shake the multi ghoul’s presence from his mind. He thinks back to their make-out session in the coffee shop, the thoughtfulness of the date, that whole evening. Without realizing it, his hips start slowly grinding on the counter, the rough edge feeling so good against the building pressure in his groin. He squeezes his eyes shut, images of fantasies playing through the darkness; Swiss asking him for more - willing to give him everything in return. He wants Swiss’ strong baker's arms to wrap themselves around his waist, wants him to bend him over and desecrate him. Planting his hands on the counter for support, he fully rolls his hips against it. He wants to grab his horns as he rides him, watch his face as their bodies move in time with each other. Oh, the things he would do to him, and everything he’d let Swiss do to him.

The whistle of the kettle cuts through the quiet just as Mountain is nearing his peak. Swiss, hips rutting into his own hand, is almost there too, despite the distance between them. In time with the noise of the kettle’s crescendo, each of the ghouls climax with the other's name on their lips. As the fervor of the kettle settles, the reality of what just took place crashes over them like an ice-cold bucket of water.

Fucking fuck.

Mountain realizes what he’s done and ashamedly cleans himself again, giving up on his quest for tea. He retires to his room where he lays in bed and dreams about the future he would’ve had with Swiss.

He’d wake up with him in his arms, looking so peaceful, his stress lines from the day prior gone. They’d have a cat or two curled upon the bed with them, probably a dog too. Oh, most definitely a dog when they buy a house. Their own little family.

What the fuck? A dog? A house? A family?! They literally just ended things, how could his mind not get the memo right now?!

Rolling over and covering himself with the blankets, he cries himself into a restless sleep.

Heartbroken once again, with no medwitch to help this time.

Swiss walks into the living room, face and chest still flushed from his clandestine bathroom activities.

“Gross. But c’mere, sit. I warmed up the goodies from the box ol’ mate left behind,” she offers him a plate of brownies that he assumes Mount baked for him.

Swiss looks at the plate and plops down, not taking any. She brings out a warm blanket and wraps it around him. He was still shivering despite the hot shower.

“Talk to me. Was that him? Was he the one?” She takes a bite out of the brownie square Swiss wasn’t going to eat.

Swiss nods, leaning back on the couch, rubbing his hands on his face, “Yeah, he was the one. But now, he’s gone.”

“I love you and all, but you’re so fucking stupid.” She points a well manicured finger at him, setting it down on his thigh.

“Rory. Please, I can’t right now. I’m not hooking up with you tonight. Plus, I froze. I let him walk away…” Swiss declines, what he thinks, are her advances.

“For fuck’s sake, shut up. We had our time, and I’m not interested in you anyways,” she slaps his leg with some force behind it, “I’m giving you some tough love, so listen up. You let him walk away. You have legs, you could’ve chased him. Gone to his apartment, something! Instead you came here and jerked off in the bathroom, like a fucking loser.”

“I didn’t even say goodbye…”

“Okay, so fix it honey. It’s not too late. That wasn’t a goodbye. Why did you ask me to come?” Aurora scoots closer to him, softening her tone.

“Because I wanted you to teach me about ghouls.” he answers truthfully.

“Why?”

“Because I want to be with him.”

“Exactly, so it’s not too late, Swiss.” Aurora pulls him into a big hug, giving him some hope.

After some verbal abuse from Aurora calling him a big idiot, and some laughs, they fall asleep together on the couch.

Mountain spent some time in the cabin that his parents once owned during his additional week off. He had plans of bringing Swiss up here to talk, but now that’s never going to happen. Instead he spends a week in nature, in his element.

A week passes and Mountain returns to his normal teaching schedule. He doesn’t return to The Rosy Crown, though. He avoids it like the plague, but still misses Mr. Whiskers and coffee. Especially Swiss, but he can’t go back just yet.

Swiss has been pouring himself into his business. He’s hopeful to see Mountain walk through the doors, but he never appeared. Picking up Mr. Whiskers, they watch from the window as he walks by, heading towards campus.

Meow, “I know baby, I miss him too.” He kisses his head and sets him down to run free.

Mountain’s tired of drinking bitter coffee, but he’s still too chicken to walk into the shop, so he asks his TA to start picking up coffee for them.

“You should really put on those big boy pants and go in there,” Hunter, his TA, states.

“You should mind your business,” Mountain jokes with them, “get yourself a snack too,” as he throws a $10 bill in his direction.

“Whatever dude, you're missing out on some good shit.” Hunter walks out to get the coffee.

Hunter’s right, Mountain thinks.

A few days later, he puts on his big boy pants and goes to The Rosy Crown after classes for a pick-me-up before grading papers all night. He’s kind of hopeful to see Swiss. Maybe even chat a little.

What he finds is the complete opposite. The Rosy Crown is closed, but the bookstore lights are still on. Rounding the corner to peer into the window, he finds Swiss making out with the same girl he was with that night he wanted to talk. Her arms are wrapped around his head, she’s standing on her tippy toes, and his hands roam down her ass.

Why does he even try? It’s simply never meant to be.

He turns around and heads home, never to look back again.

THE END!

Jk. Chapter 5 coming soon.

#revenge works #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #ghost band #matcha latte w rose fic #coffee shop au #aurora ghoulette #angst

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puppyaulait · 5 months

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Coffee shop AU

#bnha #my art #myart #my hero academia #mha #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #shoto todoroki #ochako uraraka #midoriya izuku #fumikage tokoyami #hanta sero #jirou kyouka #yaomomo yaozoru #ojiro mashirao #mina ashido #aoyama yuuga #satou rikidou #coffee shop au

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emry-stars-art · 1 month

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Coffee shop shenanigans from my own version of the trope 😌

#I drew this. I think at the very end of last year #if I posted it already I apologize #but Neil! you can’t just say stuff like that #you’re gonna KILL the barista #fan art #my art #aftg #all for the game #coffee shop au #neil josten #andrew minyard

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isa-mocha · 9 months

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I’ve been stretching my fanart muscles with these boys 🥰

Can you tell that I love a coffee shop AU? 🤣

Also, tattooed Crowley is 🤤

#good omens #good omens fanart #aziraphale #crowley #innefable husbands #renew good omens #coffee shop au

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mindfogs · 9 months

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giving harrow the coffee shop fantasy she deserves

#the locked tomb #griddlehark #harrow the ninth #gideon the ninth #comic #harrow the ninth spoilers #coffee shop au #foggy draws

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moonssnail · 5 months

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Can’t believe I had never drawn the canon griddlehark coffee shop au please forgive me

#tlt fanart #the locked tomb #griddlehark #sapphic #wlw art #tlt #gideon the ninth #gideon nav #tlt art #gideon x harrow #gideon the 9th #harrow the 9th #harrow nonagesimus #coffee shop au #harrow the ninth #lesbian #wlw #my art #fanart

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froznwater · 9 months

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HAPPPPYYYYY DAY 1 (Beach/Cafe) OF ALENOAH WEEK! !! I hope you enjoyed <3

#total drama #alenoah #total drama noah #total drama alejandro #total drama island #tdi #td #td noah #td alejandro #total drama comic #comic #coffee shop au #total drama owen #alenoahweek2023

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redcrowncafe · 12 days

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Ohhh no! I'm dyyying! The only thing that can save me is a kiss! But only one from Leshy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Aroace Rights 🖤💜🩶🤍💚 !!

(I hope this doesn't offend you anon, thank you for giving me the chance to draw this funny picture)

#cotl coffee shop au #cult of the lamb #red crown cafe au #coffee shop au #cotl #cult of the lamb leshy

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lihhelsing · 8 months

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“Hey!”

The next customer has chocolate brown eyes and long curly hair. He’s kind of cute, Steve thinks.

“Hi! What can I get started for you?”

The guy looks at him expectantly and Steve is a little confused but he keeps his smile plastered and waits. The order will come in time.

After a long minute, the guy’s smile falls a bit but he ends up asking for a black espresso.

“You got it. What’s the name?”

Now it looks like Steve just offended the guy. He tries to think if this is someone who has been to the shop before but Steve knows for a fact he’d remember him.

The guy coughs to cover his shock and murmurs “Eddie,” before walking away without looking at Steve again.

Eddie, he thinks. It doesn’t ring any bells and the guy definitely stands out. Steve would've noticed him, for sure.

Steve feels bad anyway. The guy wasn’t flirting, he just said ‘hey’, but he wasn’t not flirting either.

Was Steve that oblivious?

There’s no line in the shop right now, so he decides to make Eddie’s coffee himself.

When he calls his name he slides a chocolate muffin, too.

“I didn’t order that,” Eddie says, not looking at Steve.

“Oh, it’s on the house! Just enjoy.”

Eddie frowns at him as if he can’t quite understand Steve. He huffs out a breath and picks up his things before walking away.

Steve clicks his tongue. Maybe he’s just having a bad day.

The thing is, Steve can’t keep his eyes off of Eddie now. He sits there and eats his muffin alone. He checks his phone a few times and even types on it but seems frustrated after a while.

Steve wonders if he got stood up on a date or something.

It wouldn’t be the first time. A lot of people usually come for first dates at the shop. Steve finds it cute and he usually tries to help when he can. Offers something sweet as a treat for them to share or something.

But lately he’s been seeing a lot of people getting stood up

It makes him a little sad, to be honest. People will sit there for forty or fifty minutes before shyly getting up and walking away, their coffees cold and just half drunk.

Eddie seems to be another victim of that. He picks at his muffin and sips his coffee.

Steve has to fight the urge to say anything. What would he even say? He doesn’t even know who Eddie was waiting for although he does seem the type to date guys.

Maybe he could drop a cup with his number on it. It worked before, it could work again.

Before he can change his mind, Steve does exactly that. He walks around the counter and clear some tables before making his way to where Eddie is sitting.

He smiles, “are you all done?”

Eddie looks up at him and blushes furiously. It’s cute.

“Uh… yeah, thanks.”

Steve grabs the trash and drops the cup with his number written on it.

“It’s on the house, too.”

Steve winks. Hope it wasn’t too cringe and walks away before Eddie can react. He can do whatever but Steve would be really sad if he just ignored his number.

After a few minutes, Eddie walks back to the counter. He looks at Steve with a frown again. Steve kind of wants to run his fingers on it to smooth it down.

“What’s your damage?” Eddie asks out of nowhere. Steve frowns.

Had he read it all wrong? Had he offended Eddie somehow??

He didn’t look like a homophobe but then again Steve had been wrong before about that.

“Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you, I just-“

Eddie scoffs “didn’t mean to offend…? That’s really funny. You’re a funny guy, Steve.”

Steve is so confused now. He’s pretty sure he didn’t say his name to Eddie.

“I’m… sorry? I’m a little confused.”

“Well, that makes two of us.”

“Eddie, I’m not sure-“

“You’re not sure? I’m not sure about you. You act all weird like you don’t know me and then you try to give me a fake number?”

“I… I don’t know you! And it’s not a fake number, it’s my real number. I don’t know what…”

“Yeah? Well, let’s see.”

Eddie picks his phone and dials the number Steve gave him.

Steve is confused but he raises his phone and shows it when Eddie’s number flashes on the screen

“See? Real number,” Steve shrugs.

Eddie looks surprised.

“So what’s this number?”

Eddie shows him his phone and there it is, Steve’s picture on a contact of a number he doesn’t recognize. He instantly feels bad for the guy. He’s been catfished.

“Oh… I’m sorry, that’s not me. I think someone was messing with you.”

Eddie gets bright red again. He pulls his phone back as if he’s been burned.

He mutters something that sounds like an apology and darts out of the door before Steve can stop him.

He feels sorry for the guy.

Someone clearly wanted to embarrass him if they sent him to Steve’s real workplace.

As much as his brain wants to linger on Eddie, his thoughts get interrupted by the evening rush of people in the coffee shop. Robin will be in soon but until then Steve has to manage it by himself and Eddie slips his mind.

Next Part

#Part 1 #There will be more don't worry #steve harrington #Eddie Munson #Coffee Shop AU #AU #Alternate Universe #Stranger Things #Fanfic #Stranger Things fanfic #Steddie #Steddie Fanfic

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me-writes-prompts · 1 month

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:-“I was just getting my coffee, but then I fell in love with you” Coffee shop love prompts-:

By @me-writes-prompts

Going to order their usual order, but the other one puts their hand up and says, “Usual, right? I got it.”

Smiling and blushing even before they enter the coffee shop, because they were dying to see them again after seeing them for the first time yesterday.

“Hey! Can I have iced tea?” “Hmmm, I know you love tea. But, today, can I get you a coffee that I think you might like?” “Oh, yes!”

Accidentally spilling their coffee on the other on their way out

Ordering the same thing at the same time and then awkwardly laughing

^^”Guess I’m not the only one who likes my black coffee with a touch of vanilla syrup, huh?” “Yeah, weird but good.” “Agreed.”

Locking eyes across the room while they are both sipping their drinks

Having to sit at the same table because there is nowhere else to sit(there was only one table :)

Getting so used to meeting each other everyday for morning coffee that they miss them when they are not there.

^^"Where were you yesterday?" "Oh, I wasn't feeling well. A little under the weather, haha." "Yeah, it was quite cold yesterday. Are you doing better now?" "Yeah, yeah. Thanks for asking." "I…I missed you." "Oh."

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quail-in-red · 2 months

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it's not you, it's my enemies + coffee shop

66. It’s not you, it’s my enemies + 4. Coffee shop AU

plus bonus florist AU!

Trope Mashups!

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #hp fanart #coffee shop au #trope mashups #ask meme #I don’t know if I’ll ever get to all of these but I still have fun doing them every so often!!#Harry’s flower shop is probably called something really dumb like The Flower Potter

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glowyskull · 1 month

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Barista Tears for @wayfayrr <33

#doodle #tears of the kingdom #lu tears #linked universe #linked universe au #coffee shop au

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Feel like I’m so basic but Jason Todd with a crush and him having zero social skills and just being super clumsy despite being highly competent when he’s in the field. Crush is like real sweet and kind maybe a service worker ✨

anon u are so true and real for this bc jason is definitely an unsocialized cat when he has a crush 💓

jason todd x gn!reader. shyish/anxious jason with a big fat crush. baker reader. annoying customer. the duality of jason todd. 1.6k words.

also i fully believe that silently leaving huge tips as a way to flirt is like. a wayne trait. 100% that family does that bc of bruce.

prompt lists are here! i reblog all fics to @sanguinelibrary

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Business has been slow.

It's not like you expect your cafe to be packed to the rafters all day long, but you've had a grand total of four customers today. One of them only came in to ask where Starbucks was.

Frankly, you're not sure the cafe can afford to stay afloat for much longer. Gotham isn't known to preserve small businesses, and the conglomerates (cough, Wayne Enterprises) are taking over the world anyway.

So today is a reading day. You might even close early.

You're at a table in the back, so absorbed in Poirot's sleuthing that you don't hear the door open. It isn't until you turn the page and look up that you see your resident lurker waiting quietly at the display case. You flinch so hard that you spill iced tea on your jeans.

"Shit," you murmur, grabbing a wad of napkins and patting yourself dry.

Jason (as is written on his coffee cup) looks up from the pastries, teal eyes wide. You smile briefly at him. For such a big guy, his footsteps are astonishingly soft.

"Is everything okay?" he asks, voice rough like he doesn't speak much.

"Yeah, fine. You just startled me—I didn't hear you come in. Were you waiting long? Sorry about that."

"Oh. No, I wasn't. Sorry." He shifts weight between his feet. "You seemed pretty engrossed in your book. I didn't, uh, want to disturb you."

"Oh, hey, don't worry about that! It's literally my job to be here," you say, though you can't help but melt over how freaking sweet that is.

Jason visits you a minimum of twice a week. He's been coming for a couple of weeks. You know a whole three things about him: he's a university student, he pretty much only dresses in red or black, and he's unfairly cute.

At first, you were reasonably wary of him because it's Gotham, and he's so damn quiet. It's a little scary. You thought maybe he was an undercover spy casing the joint. Now you know he's just awkward.

"Slow day?" he asks.

"Slow year, more like. How are you? How was your exam?"

He blinks. "Exam?"

"Didn't you have an American lit exam last week?"

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Wow. Yes, I did. It was okay. Got an A."

"That's great! I knew you'd ace it."

His cheeks turn pink. Okay, you actually know four things about him: he blushes a lot.

You go to start the coffee machine. "Do you think you'll—"

"I-I have to go."

You watch, stunned, as he hurries out the door. That's when you notice the fifty dollar bill in your tip jar.

You don't know if you should bring up yesterday. Jason's back; that probably means everything's fine, right? You're not sure if you said something wrong, though. You've gone over the interaction a hundred times since and you can't figure out why he's so skittish around you.

"Hi. Hibiscus tea, please," he says, stoic as always.

You prepare his order, yesterday's interaction still fresh in your head. You should say something, shouldn't you? Or...

"Sorry about yesterday," Jason blurts, so fast you almost miss it. "Running out, I mean. I was, uh—I forgot something."

Well. Looks like he's going to bring it up for you.

"Oh, you don't have to apologize! If I said something wrong..."

Jason shakes his head fervently. "No, God no. You're perfect."

Your eyebrows shoot up. He turns red this time.

"I mean—not perf—well, you're amazing, don't get me wrong! Except, like, what is perfect, y'know? My brother has gotten into the habit of calling everything perfection like some kind of sitcom character. Alfred will make pie, and Dick'll go, "Alfie, that was perfection." And I feel like it's such an exaggeration—"

Jason's mouth snaps closed. He rubs his forehead.

"Um, I actually have chronic foot-in-mouth disease. It gets really, stupidly bad. Sorry."

You're trying hard not to giggle. You want to smother him in frosting and take a bite.

"You're really sweet, you know that?" you say.

"I'm really not," he says with a sigh.

"Not true. Can you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

You go into the kitchen and return with your latest experiment: matcha cream puffs.

"Do you mind trying these for me? You're not allergic to anything, are you?"

Jason's shoulders hunch. "Are you sure you want my opinion?"

"Of course I'm sure," you say happily. "I trust you."

"You trust me," he repeats quietly.

"Yup!"

Jason takes a puff and bites. He starts to nod.

"It's really good. You're really—all your creations are—yeah. It's good."

You squint. "No notes? Really?"

"They're perfection, as my brother would say."

Fuck, you like him so much.

"Have another one," you say, pushing the tray towards him.

"I shouldn't—"

"Wait! I'll pack you some!" you interrupt, flitting back to the kitchen to get a Tupperware.

Jason helplessly accepts the container of puffs you shove into his hands.

"Let me pay-" he tries to say, but you shake your head.

"Nope! I won't accept payment for these. Not from my favorite customer."

"Your favorite?"

"My favorite," you confirm, grinning.

"Oh." His ears turn pink as he walks to the door, cream puffs in hand. "Uh, right. Thanks. See you tomorrow."

"Jason? Don't you want your tea?"

"Shit. Yeah." He returns to the counter and takes his drink. This he insists on paying for, so you let him, because you do have rent to pay, after all.

"So nice to see you!" you add, because the stiffness in his gait is kind of throwing you off.

He just nods, slipping out the door as quietly as he came.

Today, Jason's in a red workout tank. You have to make the conscious effort to not ogle his arms.

"Hey, Jason!" you say cheerily.

"Hi," he says softly.

"The usual?" you ask, and he looks up in surprise.

"You know my order?"

You gently roll your eyes. "Of course I know your order, silly. Favorite customer, remember?"

"Oh." He looks away, brow furrowed. Then he turns to you and his expression smooths over. "Yes, please. Thanks."

"Sure. Give me one second? I just have to finish decorating some sugar cookies."

"Take your time," Jason says, then goes to skulk by the window.

The door is suddenly swung harder than necessary, thumping the glass.

"Hey!"

You look up from the cookies. A man in a suit is waving his phone impatiently.

"I ordered a dozen muffins. Where are they, huh?" he demands.

"Oh, right! Well, you called ten minutes ago, so they won't be ready till six, sir. Can I get you something while you wait?"

He scoffs and stomps to the counter. You almost back down, but you don't; that's exactly what these bullies want.

"This is exactly why no one eats at dinky cafes like yours. You can't even do this!" he fumes, shoving a finger in your face.

"Sir, like I said, the muffins are baking..."

"I know the city's health inspector personally," the man spits viciously. "One call, and I can—"

"Say one more word."

You blink as Jason is suddenly between you and the customer, stood at his full height. He's all muscle and broad shoulders, looming over the guy. You peek around him.

"What the fuck, man?" the angry customer squawks. "Move!"

"No, you move," Jason says, tone lethal. "Sit quietly at a table and wait for your muffins to bake. Then you can thank the nice baker for waiting on your sorry ass and you're not gonna come back. They have far more patience for entitled fucks than I do."

"Fuck you," the man spits.

Jason calmly closes the distance between them and whispers in his ear, hand like a vice around the jerk's shoulder. You watch as he turns pale, eyes growing wider.

"Sound good?" Jason asks pleasantly, all teeth. The man gapes at him.

Wow. Yeah. This is really doing something for you.

The oven dings. You go to retrieve the muffins, packing them as quickly as possible. You give him the box and the man nods.

"Thanks," he mumbles, then scurries out of the store.

Jason turns to you, and it's like looking at a completely different person.

"You okay?" he asks, posture stiff like he's still prepared for a fight.

You nod, a little dazed.

"Yeah. Wow. Jason, I... you didn't have to do that. I mean, thank you for doing it, but..."

"Hey, that guy was a jackass. And if you have trouble with him or anyone else, call me, okay?"

This side of him stuns you. If you didn't know better, you'd think he had this exchange regularly.

"Call you?" you ask, smiling. "How will I call you if I don't have your number?"

He freezes, eyes wide. "Oh. Uh. Um..."

You lean over, elbows on your counter. He watches you. You cup your hand around your mouth, pretending to divulge a secret.

"This is where you, the cute guy who frequents my struggling cafe, gives me your number."

"You think I'm cute?" he asks.

"Devastatingly so," you say, grinning.

He's quiet for a long moment. Your smile starts to dim.

"Did I read this wrong?" you ask. "If I came off too strong..."

"No!" he says a little too loud. Jason winces. "Sorry. No. I... you're... fuck, I'm not good at this. I don't even really drink tea or coffee, to be honest. I just come in to see you."

"You do?"

Jason sighs. "Yeah. Shit. That's creepy, isn't it?"

You laugh and he visibly softens.

"No, Jason," you say warmly. "It's sweet."

"So can I still ask you on a proper date? Not coffee."

You grin. "That would be perfection."

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