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ghostheartfelt · 10 months

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*:･｡☆ tags: cafe cuteness (fr), regular customer au, sunshine reader, grown attachments, pervert!venom, fem!reader, first introduction, no use of y/n, she/her prns used

〔☆〕 desc: you meet eddie during morning rush hour, vv understanding man who admires your connection with your customers and dedication towards your job. eddie's hungry for chocolate (n you), you pique interest in the host and his symbiote. very calm and soft start<3 u get both povs basically cause the way i write can b confusing :)

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—✩ RUSH HOUR P. ⅰ ✩—

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a/n: u get both povs basically cause the way i write can b confusing :)

Rush hour, you thought.

Your coworkers were racing in and out of the kitchen holding platters of fresh baked muffins and pitchers of orange juice.

In the evenings, the café is quieter and calmer - in the mornings, not so much.

You turned as someone called your name and nearly jumped out of your skin.

“Can you get the back left corner table napkins and jelly packets, please? That old woman is just about ready to throw her handbag at me,” your coworker, Becc (short for Becca), had asked you while balancing dirty plates going down both of her forearms.

“Yes, yes, I can—“ you nodded, waving her off as you rushed to the check-in desk, grabbing at a few jelly packs; orange marmalade, grape, and strawberry, as well as a new pack of napkins.

You did as Becc asked, bringing the items to the old woman who indeed was clutching her blue leather snakeskin handbag. “Sorry, ma’am, we’re a bit busy this morning.”

With no reply, she snagged an orange marmalade jelly packet from your hand as you were placing them on the table, causing you to flinch at the sudden action.

You as well unpackaged the napkins and placed them in the metal stand, then fixed your apron and walked back to the front desk as the welcoming bell’s ringing filled your ears.

A male in an olive green jacket and denim jeans, a gray undershirt, and black converse made his way towards the dine-in counter where you stood behind.

He had a scruffy yet handsome face, his hair slightly unkempt but in a way that you admired him. Your cheeks slightly flushed.

“Good morning,” he nodded at you respectfully.

“Good morning,” you replied, “just a table for one?”

You picked up a menu, clutching it to your chest as your fingers trace along the plastic cover.

“Yeah,” his eyes nervously dragged around though you let it go and took it in as some sort of social anxiety.

“Right this way, sir,” you lead the way, your head turning over your shoulder to make sure he hadn’t zoned out, turning it once again at the sight of him trailing behind.

“Will this booth work for you?” you placed the menu down and he slid it over with his thumb and pointer finger.

“Oh, yeah, nice cushioning,” he laughed nervously.

“Perfect - any drinks to start you off? Perhaps an O.J, or a coffee?” you straighten your posture, your shoulders slouched awkwardly.

“Coffee sounds great, side of cream of sugar, if that’s okay?” he looked up at you.

You were a nervous wreck, and he could tell - they could tell.

“I’ll have that right out for you,” you turned and took a step, though he put his hand on your shoulder.

“Shit, sorry, just uh—can I get a chocolate muffin as soon as possible?” his lips overlapped one another as he let go, though you blinked and smiled.

“Of course, I’m sorry, I should’ve asked if you’d like anything on the side.” You bit your bottom lip with embarrassment.

The man was rather distracting, your eyes dragging over and analyzing every feature his face held. He had blue eyes with soft bags, tiresome dark circles and a muscular build. You had an oddly specific type.

“Oh, no, don’t apologize,” he scoffed with a small smile.

You smiled back and turned on the heels of your white sneakers and headed to the kitchen.

“SHE SMELT DELICIOUS,” a deep and grim voice echoed in the brunette’s mind.

“Quit smelling random people like some pervert, V,” the man whispered to himself.

“NOT RANDOM, JUST HER,”

“Well, we can’t eat her,” he bit the flesh on the inside of his cheek as he looked outside the window, his forehead in the palm of his hand.

“WE WILL NOT,” the voice snarled deeply. “GET TIRED OF CHICKENS.”

“I know, V, but you can’t just go around the city beheading random people, so for right now we need to deal with chickens.” He grunted.

“BUT THEY ARE BAD, BAD PEOPLE SHOULD SUFFER AND DIE,” the voice grew louder, irritated by his response. “WE KILL, WE SAVE!”

“Yeah, well, we kill, we also risk our lives, V.”

“SHE IS COMING,” it snarked, evading his head.

The brunette turned his head to watch you walk over to his booth, a muffin and a cup of coffee on a large round tray that you balanced on your open palm, waving at frequent customers with a tug at both corners of your lips.

“I’m sorry for the wait, sir,” you grab the plate and set it on the table along with the mug of java.

“Just call me Eddie,” he nodded as thanks, taking a bite out of the muffin.

You introduced yourself, drumming your fingers on your server book before opening it. “Did you want anything else this morning, Eddie?” You clicked your fuzzy purple pen as you spoke with a bubbly voice.

“WE LIKED THAT,” the voice boomed through his head again causing Eddie to swallow thickly.

“I think we—I’m okay,” he stammered slightly, a nervous smirk curving one corner of his mouth upward.

He was cute, your hip dropped to the side slightly. You bit your lip to suppress a smile, instead giving a small laugh.

“Just wave at me when you’re ready for your bill, okay?” you close the book and turn once again to assist another table.

“HUNGRY,”

“Alright, V, just hold on a second,” Eddie peeled back the cover on the small creamer packet, then poured it into the coffee along with two packets of sugar.

Your fingers dig into the pocket of your apron to take out a few crayons wrapped in plastic and place them on the table along with a kids menu. A small ravenette boy with curly locks and smooth dark skin smiled at you brightly as he took out the green crayon and coloured in the small dinosaurs sprinkled across the kids menu.

“Thank you,” his mother sipped her cup of hot tea, her french-tip nails clicking against the glass as she loops her finger through the handle.

“Of course, what can I start you two off with this morning?” you leaned on your toes, then met back with the ground.

“For him, I think just a small pancake—“ she gently tapped the boy’s knuckles with her thumb, then began signing in what you assumed was American sign language.

You observed closely, watching in awe as he signed back to his mother, an exciting smile never leaving his face as he signed a “thank you,” to you.

You knew a bit of signing from your highschool years, so you replied with “you’re welcome,” enthusiastically, hugging yourself to gesture an air hug.

“A pancake is fine for him, some fruit on the side?” she smiled. “Is pot roast on the menu right now, dear?”

“Yes, there’s about ten more minutes until it’s done, if that is alright with you?�� you wrote down the mention of extra fruit in your book.

“As long as it’s fresh, am I right?” she let out a heartwarming laugh, earning a small giggle from you as well. “Oh, and three cornbread biscuits.”

“That’s when it’s best, and sounds great - any juice for the little one?” your eyes dragged over to him craning his neck to sip out of the plastic cup of water that was given to his mother with her tea. Your heart fluttered with baby fever.

She caught his attention once more, signing with her fingers.

“Sprite, thank you,” the mother rejoiced.

You toyed with the hem of your apron. “I’ll have it right out for you two,” you scrambled toward the kitchen.

“WHERE DID SHE GO?”

“She’s helping others,” Eddie swirled the little bit of cold coffee in the bottom of his cup, slowly adjusting himself as he watched you set down a small plastic cup with a yellow lid in front of a child, then a bowl in front of his mother.

You place a straw on the table, then walk back to the brunette who had introduced himself as “Eddie”, which you admired. It fit his face well.

“I’m so sorry for the wait, Eddie,” you smile nervously with your eyebrows pinched together as you hand him his bill and a pen.

“Hey, it’s no problem, seriously.” He took it from your hands, scanning it over. “Thank you,”

“Of course,” you quipped. “Tell me if you need anything, I’ll be back,”

“LITTLE MORSEL,” the voice purred. “WILL WE COME BACK, EDDIE?”

Yeah - yeah, we will, V. Eddie watched you leave to assist another group of people walking into the small café as he took out his wallet, setting down two twenty dollar bills for a tip and his credit card for the rest.

“WANT TO MEET HER,” it grunted.

No, we might never even see her again.

“YOU ARE A LOSER.”

You sped back over, exhaling heavily. “It’s getting busier and busier, I’m sorry for the delay of getting you out the door,”

“No need for all the apologies, seriously,” he scoffed.

“Right, sorry—“ you blinked. “The tip, Eddie, that’s so much,”

“THAT SOUNDS—“

Knock it off, perv.

“I was a journalist, that’s nothing to me,”

Your cheeks flushed, but you thanked him again and guided him to the front desk.

“Any chance you’ll be here tomorrow?”

“YES!” it boomed.

“Actually, I won’t,” you hum sadly.

“NO—“ it snarled.

“But I work every Wednesday through Saturday,” you smiled.

“Okay, good to know,”

Your heart thumped in your chest, you were frozen in place in fear of him actually having the ability to hear, which Eddie himself couldn’t - but he could.

“SHE IS NERVOUS, EDDIE,”

Of us?

“OF YOU,”

Did Eddie want to get to know you more? Or possibly were you just that good of a waitress? God, now you were really overthinking things - is that why he tipped you so much? Did he not actually pique interest in you?

“Are you alright?”

You were so captivated in thought you hadn’t even realized you were still holding the brunette’s credit card in the machine; blinking for you to take it out - you felt your ear tips heat up.

“Sorry, I space out sometimes,” you gently pulled out his credit card and handed it to him, which he grabbed with two fingers.

“Not a problem,” there was a genuine tone on his tongue that delivered you some comfort.

“Have a great day, Eddie,” you waved to him as he left the building which he warmly returned; your heart feeling a sudden loneliness as he escaped your peripheral view.

#eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock brain rot #marvel x reader #eddie brock x y/n #eddie brock x you #eddie brock x venom x you #eddie brock x venom x reader #venom x reader #venom and eddie #cafe au #frequent customer #ghostheartfelt writing #ghostheartfelt

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aasperitas · 1 year

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Introducing to tumblr: Reaper & Witch au!!! quick description: Shuichi is a tea loving witch who goes around in a caravan across the land selling teas, cakes, magical plants, cool rocks and weird artefacts. Sometimes he likes coffee too though, depends on the day. He has a mysterious tragic backstory that will go unexplained for now, but he also has a weird reaper guy who follows him around to fill the silence. He too, will go unexplained. But they’re neat so I hope you appreciate some art of them.

#saiouma #oumasai #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #witch au #lil reaper man #i just really like the idea of a soft witch shu making aesthetically pleasing flower fruit tea that reflects in the sunlight in a pretty way #theyre great i hope you guys like them too #also chiaki hajime and komaeda are frequent customers bc they own a tailor shop #dont ask #just roll with it #alternate universe #drv3 #they have matching pendants btw

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chocoenvy · 2 years

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Hey hey hey, choco-kun! It's your favourite narcissistic reblogger here!

The Inazuman hugs...but with other nations? Just a thought, ehehe~

ASKDFASDHKJK HUGS??? (Liyue)

Notes: bet. We're doing Liyue this time as an apology for completely ignoring Xiao for the "reader with wings" prompt I got.

Inazuma ver.

Warnings: None! Pure fluff and hugs!!

Zhongli had gathered all of the people in Liyue together for a rather... grand welcoming. One that made your insides crawl with unease as the entirety of Liyue bowed before you. It was nothing like Mondstadt had done, and the pressure weighed heavily on your shoulders. But all of that pressure and nervousness disappeared as soon as your eyes landed on them.

Ningguang was beautiful,

as the tianquan of Liyue she was always regal. Seeing her bow was such an odd sight for you, and you couldn't help yourself as you raced for her. She was in the front so it took no time for you to envelop her in a hug.

She immediately returned the hug, but it took her a moment to register that you were hugging her. Her breath was stolen and her heart rate picked up wildly.

You were hugging her. You were hugging her. Her grip increased on you, not painfully, but firmly.

"Y-your- your grace?" She cursed herself for stuttering but nobody could blame her when the all-creator themselves were hugging them fondly.

"You're very pretty Ningguang." You grinned, a bit of heat on your cheeks, "Aha, I've loved you for forever. I'm so happy we get to meet!"

Your arms tightened around her and Ningguang, the ever composed tianquan, could've sworn her heart burst right then and there.

"I- ah, ahem, it's an honor to be in your favor, your grace." She responded, her arms resting over your back tenderly.

You pulled away and Ningguang's heart reached out to you (she wanted to press you to her chest and never let go) but the aching stopped when you grinned lovingly.

The whole interaction was inappropriate, the fact that you had allowed Ningguang to touch you so informally was a blessing to her. Even though you two were in public, the whole of Liyue's eyes on you, she couldn't help but reach for your hand.

You noticed her pinkie subtly brush against yours and you held on tightly to her hand, grinning and never letting go.

Your eyes caught onto Xiangling

and her companion, Guoba. You made a beeline for them. In the midst of important government officials, adepti, and other important and deceptive public figures, Xiangling and Guoba immediately calmed you down from the constant buzzing of

She looked up and saw you approach. She silently panicked, thinking you surely weren't going to come up to her, and if you did come up to her did she do something wrong-?

No. Instead, you hugged her tightly. Your arms around her waist and you held her close. In place of your once nervous expression, a joyful smile took it's place.

Xiangling was far too nervous to speak until you had giggled and patted her head.

"I'm so happy to meet you Xiangling!"

Xiangling swore her heart ascended to Celestia but you didn't notice how red her face had grown due to Guoba. He made some noises and had his arms reaching up towards you and Xiangling. You giggled and picked him up, wrapping both him and Xiangling in your arms.

You grinned when you found Beidou,

wasting no time in flinging yourself onto her. Her strong arms wrapped around you. Her breath was taken as you laughed joyously in her arms, holding her tight. Soon, though, she gained her bearings and laughed heartily.

"Your grace! I didn't think you'd be so happy to see me!" She chuckled, holding onto you a bit tighter.

Your face hurt from how hard you were smiling, holding onto Beidou like she was your lifeline, "Of course I'd be happy to see you!" You couldn't even explain why, it was merely common sense to you as you pressed yourself against her.

The way you so earnestly smiled and held her, the way you held her to such a high degree as though it was just common sense. All of the preconceptions she had built up of both herself and you crumbled in that moment. You were no longer a cold, untouchable, and cruel figure. And she... was no longer cursed.

Shenhe looked uninterested in all the bustle,

her eyes only looked at you when you were sprinting over to her. Even then, she put her hands up, ready to defend herself. She calmed down when she noticed it was you, but her eyes still remained narrowed in confusion.

You didn't immediately spring on her, understanding she might freak out (and possibly murder you).

"Ah," She spoke after a moment, remember the "proper" thing to do and bowing, "Your grace. It's a pleasure... is there something you need from me?"

"A hug?" You immediately answered, your eyes practically glowing, "If you're okay with it."

Her eyelids fluttered, baffled, "A hug?" She tilted her head, "I... if that's what you desire, then sure, your grace."

You giddily wrapped your arms around her, resting your head on the most convenient spot and relishing in her cool body. She loosely rested her arms on your back, finding the interaction... oddly comforting. Even though you were squeezing her tightly in your happiness, she didn't find it unpleasant.

She silently mused to herself Perhaps I should do this more often...

#choco.asks #*~frequent customer #sagau #genshin cult au #genshin sagau #genshin self aware #soft sagau #genshin impact cult au #ningguang #beidou #xiangling #shenhe #eat your food uasn ik you like your milfs <3 #LAKSFJASFASD-#okay but also xiangling my daughter<333 #i need to write her more i mean look at her!! she's so cute!!!#And Fischl!!!!#my babies <33 #okay but also xiangling x fischl??? is such a cute ship????

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discordiansamba · 4 months

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POV: You are a pet shop employee. There's been a weird kid standing in the dog toy aisle for like, twenty minutes, intensely studying everything you have to offer. He already has a dog bed and a very large box of dog biscuits in his cart. Clearly, he's a new dog owner.

You approach him to help. He looks up at you, silently contemplating your offer for way too long to be comfortable, before he finally tells you his dog is a big chewer. You ask what kind it is. A pit bull? Maybe a mastiff or a bulldog? This kid looks like the type who would baby a bully breed like that.

The kid just hums, pulls out a- is that a flip phone. what year is it- and shows you a picture of his dog.

That is not a dog.

You don't know what that is, but it is absolutely not a dog. It looks vaguely canine, sure- but dogs don't have glowing yellow eyes, nor are they blue. The picture makes it looks like its stripes are glowing.

The kid doesn't even a bat an eye. "So what toys do you think would be good for him?" He asks.

Well. You are nothing but a goddamn professional. You make a few recommendations. The kid leaves, and you're pretty sure you just encountered the world's most chill cryptid owner.

...the kid comes back three weeks later. His 'dog' is with him. It can teleport.

Yeah sure, whatever. This is fine.

#keith becomes a frequent customer at that pet shop #the employees just get used to this weirdass kid and his weirdass dog

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creepyscritches · 4 months

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There was something kinda freeing abt being in the hipster-type bucket in 2011 bc no one asked what genres your favorite artists were (also...you didn't have any good answers lol.... 'bog water?' 'tired grass??' 'country as well'). Spotify flooded the ecosystem w sub-genres and it was better when I couldn't put my finger on a sound. Anyway. If spotify is going to tell me a band is stomp and holler mountain music, it better be.

#Creepy chatter #It was usually smth 'indie-like/rock-like/folk-like/etc-like' and we were grateful #'Postal service is like fleet foxes pitched to owl city' and you couldn't do anything else #What the hell does spotify mean by 'emo'#Postal service??????????? It's owl city with basil and a nappy. Idiot.#Did people finally settle on pop for bastille now that they use guitar frequently #Blissfully ignorant.. I went 10 years of daily listening before I learned any of their names. I only know the singer is Dan Smith #But that's to find his weird little side projects he posts #Knowledge is a curse just get an ipod w pirated songs and custom album art and come meditate brainlessly w me

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beaft · 11 months

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management has asked us to close the cafe toilets bc people keep doing drugs in them, so now if i want to use the bathroom i have to embark upon a 5 minute trek to the genuinely disgusting public toilets by the train station. i have never been closer to handing in my notice

#obviously i do not care if people do drugs in the toilets or not. that's your business.#however it's maybe not a great idea to leave a bunch of coke scattered around in a place that's frequented by customers with young kids #and it's also maybe not a great idea to lock yourself in and smoke a joint on the loo and set off the fire alarms #drugs cw #i am. very Done.

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nearfromfar · 11 months

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Nimbus knows the Last City doesn't have the same dazzling entertainment options as Neomuna does, but they're still ready to support the City's many bars and... uhhhh.... Guardian maid cafes?

(does the Vanguard know about this..?)

#destiny 2 #destiny lightfall #nimbus #destiny guardians #pouka #my art #ikora and shaxx are frequent customers #zavala is blissfully unaware #destiny hunter #lightfall

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katatty · 7 days

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