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monsterbvg 2 months ago
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MIRACULOUS COFFEE SHOP AU馃悶馃惥
HEYHEY I ACTUALLY STOPPED PROCRASTINATING AND DID IT
anyways I'm probably not gonna be following a linear storyline w this au!! I'll just have fun with the characters and see what comes out of it!! :')
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pekgna 5 months ago
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Bro, you expose yourself.
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iemnix 2 months ago
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鉂 饾悋饾悗饾悡 饾悅饾悋饾悗饾悅饾悗饾悑饾悁饾悡饾悇 鉂 dreamwastaken series
ON HIATUS BECAUSE I STILL DON鈥橳 HAVE MY DAMN COMPUTER!! SORRY I PROMISE IT鈥橪L COME BACK
鈹佲攣饾悎饾悕 饾悥饾悋饾悎饾悅饾悋 Sapnap, Dream's best friend, drags him to a caf茅. Dream hates coffee - the smell makes him sick - but maybe the girl he meets there can make it more bearable.
饾悘饾悁饾悎饾悜饾悎饾悕饾悊饾悞 cc!dreamwastaken x fem!reader 饾悊饾悇饾悕饾悜饾悇饾悞 romantic, fluff, angst, coffee shop au sorta,聽 饾悥饾悁饾悜饾悕饾悎饾悕饾悊饾悞 swearing (uncensored), implications of sexual actions and jokes, drinking, more tba!
饾悕饾悗饾悡饾悇饾悞 this is a series, so it has multiple parts. there is minimal use of (y/n). i鈥檓 also writing this on wattpad.
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鉂 饾悞饾悇饾悜饾悎饾悇饾悞 饾悓饾悁饾悞饾悡饾悇饾悜饾悑饾悎饾悞饾悡 鉂
ONE | sapnap, i'm not going to get coffee with you. (actually, yes, i am.)
sapnap drags dream to get coffee with him. sapnap gets your roommate鈥檚 number. dream lowkey falls in love. sapnap plans a date.
TWO |聽awkward greetings and stupid coincidences
you take your roommate to meet her date. oh shit, is this a wattpad fanfic? through some circumstances, you find yourself stuck at dream鈥檚 house while his friend goes on a nine hour and forty-five minute date.
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ayazure 4 months ago
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You as a barista !
Genre : genshin geo characs x you, fluff(?)
About : Genshin geo characters buying from your workplace, but they seem to be starstruck by you 鉁
Warnings : gn!reader
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褰lbedo
He's definitely the college student (with a hectic schedule) who's a regular at the cafe.
Y'know the one who usually studies there and grabs a coffee, all that pizzazz.
Since he's a dedicated regular, you know his usual orders. Caramel macchiato ! Though, he orders americano sometimes.
From your knowledge, you'd think that he's there everyday just to study, but in fact he uses that excuse at times, just to see you.
How you work diligently, how you beam a polite smile at customers despite your tiredness. How you swiftly whip up the coffee and drinks. He adores them all<3
He found himself catching feelings for you at one point. Hesitantly, he left a note with his phone number in the table. Alas, you thought it was a scratch and threw it along with the paper cups.
He was wondering why you didn't bother to contact. But he remembered that he was a stranger to you and you sending a message to him was a wishful thinking.
Actually, relationships seems tiring to him. You changed his mind though ! And he wants to try and start one with you 鈾.
He's currently taking it slow by striking up conversations with you and visiting the coffee shop often. He's hoping that you'd notice him and his feelings one day.
" Good afternoon y/n, and yes the usual please.. Ah btw I would like to point something out.. With this, I certainly hope that I don't sound weird but your hair looks nice today"
褰unjin
She's a friend of yours ! The type who would come once in a while to check in on you and support your job.
As for her usual order/s, she indulges in anything tea related, also boba !
While in the cafe, she gives you tons of updates about school and helps you with needed requirements鈥搈ay it be thesis, research or group activities.
You'd say that it's okay since you know how busy she is recently. Especially that she's a part of her family's opera troupe and also multiple clubs. Regardless, she insists a whole lot.
Since you've been such a dear friend to her (understanding her likes and being appreciative of her talents and culture) she feels that she had the need to help you in any way.
She absolutely adores you ! She finds your diligence and hardworking nature to be the most admirable about you. When she passes by, she cheers you on with all her heart.
"Y/n dear !! Yeah, just finished my dailies at the theater club. Oh yeah, here are photocopied notes for the exams next week. My drink's on the house? Don't you dare, you don't have to pay me back I promise! Well, I guess you can attend my performance at the end of the month, deal?"
褰tto
Asks for your number the moment he orders for the first time.
No worries though ! He doesn't mean any harm and he certainly isn't a creep. He just blurted it out because he's in awe !
You turned that one down politely and he apologizes for acting rashly.
When he gets the smoothie he orders and settles down, he turns beet red. Of course, his companions would tease him all day about it.
The next day, he would come back. Although hesitantly as he spent 10 minutes debating with himself to go in or not after the catastrophe. He ends up entering and you didn't mind at all since he's a valued customer now.
When there's not much people in the cafe, he won't hesitate to converse with you and talk about silly but funny topics.
"Goodmorning sunshine ! You look good today ! I mean.. uh the coffee shop looks dazzling as always, I mean you too. But anyways, I'll have a peach fruit tea."
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This has been in my drafts for quite a while now ^^; That's why I decided to finish it at 2 am... (Again, my motivation only comes at these hours). I'll do a part 2 (w/ Noelle, Ningguang, Gorou and Zhongli) next time<33
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innytoes 5 months ago
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leverage ot3 modern fantasy coffee shop au? (sorry if this is a bit specific)
Everyone knew that if you went to the Bridgeport Brew Caf茅 with a problem, you might not leave with a solution, but you would at least leave with an idea on how to fix it. Either that or a newer, more interesting problem, depending on who you were. The place was open seemingly at random, sometimes late at night, sometimes during normal business hours for weeks on end, only to be closed and dark and impossible to find the week after. But if you knew where to look, you could always find it.
The guy who ran it was the least stereotypical kitchen witch you could imagine, his little beaded braids trucked behind his ear, his big broad hands stained with all kinds of ingredients. He usually took one look at you before grabbing a pastry from the display, muttering about very distinctive stances or looks or sighs. Even if you didn't come in for a pastry, it was always exactly what you wanted.
The guy who owned the place was usually at a little table in the back, and if you complimented the coffee, he would take a look at whatever technology was acting up. And okay, maybe you got a lecture on not clicking links that were clearly enchanted, but in the end your phone was good as new and maybe even a little faster than when you bought it in the first place.
If you needed something stolen, or stolen back for you, all you had to do was wait for the day when the hot chocolate special was on and talk to the blonde lady. She never stole things you didn鈥檛 deserve to have in the first place, but her parameters for what people deserved were wildly different than you might expect. Sure, she stole back the jewelry your shitty ex had given to his new bae, but she refused to steal back the jazz records your mom had accidentally given away, saying you were better off without them anyway.
If you were very, very lucky, and you caught all three of them in the shop at the same time, everything tasted brighter, and better, and the place seemed lit up with sunshine even on the most dreary, rainy days.
If you didn鈥檛 have a tangible, clear problem, you could try striking up a conversation while sipping tea with the woman with dark hair, who could help untangle your words, your issues, your feelings, with just a few simple questions and the quirk of an eyebrow. If you wanted clarity, she was the person to talk to.
And sometimes, when everything went to shit, and you were in over your head, and nobody could or was willing to help you, and all you wanted was one of those big hot chocolates with the tiny star shaped marshmallows to drown your sorrows in, the witch at the counter would take one look at you, load you up with your drink and a pastry, shout 鈥楴ATE鈥, and lead you to a back room where a man in an ugly fedora told you about providing... leverage.
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lottiebagley 6 months ago
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Falling in love in a coffee shop- Remus Lupin
I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down I want to come too
It's freezing cold, snow thick in the air and ice layering the streets as Remus Lupin winds his way through the store fronts of Diagon Alley. He was cold, too cold, hand feeling like ice and tips of his ears red and so mainly because of the cold, and partly because he wanted a little silence he knows he won't get if he returns to the flat he shares with James, Sirius and Peter, he shoves his way into a small cafe.
He'd been in before, he thinks, at least he knew of it's existence. Next to the little bookshop that he'd found a load of hand painted hardback copies of muggle classics that he's obsessed over for so long his friends had gifted the complete collection to him for his birthday a few months ago. 聽
If he'd been in before, he was certain she wasn't there. He'd remember her, he knows that. Behind the counter, sipping a steaming liquid from a mug clad in an oversized sweater and reading from a book, the cafe wasn't empty, but the customers were all served and at tables, she didn't seem to have noticed Remus' arrival.
She seems focused on the book, eyes scrunched a little and tongue poking out ever so slightly.
He almost wants to turn, to run out of the store because she seems so perfect to him, so utterly heavenly, that he doesn't want to disturb her, doesn't think he has the nerve to speak to her.
"Duckie, you got a customer," It's an older lady, sat in a trio of older ladies with plates of scones and a little teapot that pours tea into their china mugs whenever they empty.
"Shit, thanks Sue," She mutters, grabbing a bookmark from the counter and placing it into the book which she places on the counter before turning to Remus. "Sorry about that," She smiles
"It's no worries," He smiles politely surprised he's managing to not trip over his own tongue with the way she's looking up at him, taking a glance at the cover he smiles "Jane Eyre, it's a classic. Can't blame you for being distracted,"
"I know people think it's odd to read muggle books but I love them, guilty pleasure y'know?" She shrugs, he smiles, she's warm. If that's the right word, he's not sure. But something about her comforts him, her voice is calming and her eyes shine and he feels like he's known her forever.
"I understand, I'm guilty of the same thing," He shrugs, she grins up at him, blushing a little when she meets his eye.
"Did you want something?" She questions
"Tea please, milky one sugar,"
"Sure," She nods, turning away from the till to start preparing the drink. "Staying in or to go?" She calls over her shoulder, he wants to stay, to bask in the aura of her but isn't quite sure he knows how to behave when he feels so drawn to her. He almost says to go, until he sees the small smile on her face
"Staying here please," He smiles politely
"Go take a seat, I'll bring it over," She instructs. He nods, with a smile.
He crosses to a table in the corner, actually looking around the place now. Nothing matches, not really, no two same big cosy arm chairs, or little wooden tables. No matching sets, yet everything is cohesive, the same vibe, the whole place oozes personality.
She fits in well, he notes as he tries to act like he's not staring at her. The way she hums as she works and how she chats to the older women like she's known them her whole life after she drops his tea off.
He stays for maybe 15 minutes, everything about the place is comforting to him, or maybe it's just her. He isn't sure. The mug though runs dry and he knows his friends will wonder where he is, so he stands, tightening the scarf around his neck and shrugging his coat back on before approaching the counter.
She looks up from her book at the sound of approaching footsteps, she wasn't really reading anymore. Instead admiring the boy from afar, wishing she had the confidence to go and speak to him "How much do I owe you?"
"It's on the house," She smiles politely
"Really, I insist-" He protests but she shushes him with a smile
"It's always on the house for first time customers,"
"That's not true," One of the older ladies call
"New rule Betty," She states, throwing a look at the woman
"It's always on the house for cute boys," The woman from earlier, Sue teases
"Leave her be ladies," The third woman, Maggie, interrupts
"Please ignore them," She speaks, red blush on her cheeks
"Sure, I'm happy to pay,"
"It's alright, really, it's on the house,"
"Thank you. It's very kind," He smiles to her
"I hope to see you around,"
"Yeah, yeah you too," Remus nods, dropping double the amount for the mug of tea in the tip jar before exiting the coffee shop.
I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you
He returns, three days later, having finally been able to come up with an excuse to go into town that none of the boys had piggybacked onto. He didn't want to take them, knowing they would be able to spot from a mile the crush he had on her.
It wasn't his best idea, given the hangover he was suffering, but he knew they'd all be way too bothered with their own hangovers to want to join him on his trip to town. He hadn't realised, until he was almost there, that he didn't even know if she'd be working.
He was grateful though, when upon opening the door, he saw her. She's sat in an armchair this time, with the same three ladies from before at the table she's at. It's an odd time, past the morning rush but not quite time for the lunch break clients so she'd busied herself with talking to her favourite regulars.
"He's back," Sue teases in a singsong voice, Remus blushing from his spot in the open door. She's blushing too though, so he feels a little better.
"Hi," He smiles, she smiles politely as she stands back up.
"Hey, what can I get for you? Same as last time?" She questions, crossing to the counter.
"Please," He smiles
"Staying here?"
"Yeah," He nods, he hadn't intended to stay, really he wanted to be back in his bed, but something about the almost hopeful glint in her eyes has him changing his mind.
"I'll bring it over," She smiles, he nods gratefully and goes back to the same table as before. Eyes staring out of the window and hood drawn over his pounding head.
"Big night?" She questions, placing the mug in front of him
"Yeah, my mates don't know when to stop," He admits with a chuckle
"Seems they never did," She comments offhandedly, his eyes widen in shock
"You know me?"
"Remus Lupin, Gryffindor, you were friends with Sirius, James and Peter, class of 77." She shrugs, like the knowledge is casual
"You went to school with us?" He questions, shocked he hadn't remembered her, or even noticed someone who he now felt so drawn to
"Not quite, I was in Hufflepuff and I graduated 78, our paths never crossed. My friends all just fancied Sirius so I kinda knew who you were,"
"You didn't?"
"Sirius Black? Christ no- I mean, sorry I know you guys are close but he is like- just not my type at all,"
"I'm gonna bring him here and you can tell him that, it'll bring him back to earth a bit," He chuckles
"Anytime Lupin," She smiles,
"I didn't catch your name by the way, brains a bit fuzzy,"
"It's Y/N," She smiles politely, "Hope you feel better," She adds, flouncing back across the coffee shop to sit with the older ladies who are calling her over now.
No one understands me quite like you do Through all of the shadowy corners of me
He comes back a few times over the next couple of weeks, she's never free though. He seems to be hitting rush hour and there's always a line or work to be done. He wants more than anything, to talk to her more, but every time it seems she has too much to do.
"Hey Remus," She smiles, it's dark out, although that was not surprising given it was January. "I was just about to close up so you'll have to take away if that's okay?" She questions.
"Sure," He nods, watching as she prepares his regular order
"We have some cakes and pastry left that I'm only gonna throw away so they're free if you want any," She offers, passing a bag to him as he thanks her and tells him to help himself to whatever.
"Thanks," He smiles when she passes him the to go mug, a bag of goodies he knows his friends will be grateful for, though they'll definitely demand to know where he got them in his other hand. "You mind if I wait with you while you close up and walk you back home? It's dark and getting kinda late?" He questions, not liking the thought of her out in the streets alone.
"You don't have to," She smiles
"I'd feel a lot better knowing you got home okay," He admits, avoiding eye contact
"If you're sure you don't mind," She agrees.
It doesn't take her long to lock up. Throwing out anything that can't be sold, wiping down the surfaces and sweeping the floor. Remus offers to help but she denies, telling him to sit and drink his tea when he tries.
He lets her lead him out of the store, telling him how she lives in a crappy little apartment not too far away, above a robe shop. "So, the coffee shop?" He questions
"Yeah, my parents own it. The bookshop next door too. I want to work in art somehow, I paint, but till that picks up I run the coffee shop," She informs
"What do you paint?" He questions
"People mostly," She announces, turning to look at him "What do you do?"
"I want to teach." He admits, she nods "Never really tell people that. I work for Dumbledore right now though. Can't really say anything else," He explains
"I get it. Marls is the same,"
"You know Marlene?"
"Yeah, we grew up together," She confirms, "You know Sue, that's her grandma and Maggie's mine, they went to school together,"
"Probably could have worked that out. Marls and Sue are one and the same,"
"Yeah," She nods, "What would you teach?"
"Defence against the dark arts," He shrugs, blushing a little. He'd never told anyone what he wanted to do. With his condition it was pretty much impossible so he didn't even really admit it to himself. "Was always pretty good at it,"
"Think you'd be a good teacher,"
"Really?"
"Yeah, you tutored my friend and she thought you were great," She shrugs, coming to a stop in front of a small robe shop and fishing for a key in her pocket. "Thanks for walking me Remus,"
"Of course, thanks for the food," He smiles, holding the bag up a little.
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much All of the while I never knew I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much All of the while I never knew
For the next week Remus arrives at the same time everyday, ready to walk her home. Every time she blushes madly at his arrival. She begins to allow him to help her clean up, saving a slice of lemon drizzle cake every morning and placing it on the cake stand three minutes before he's due to arrive as she knows it's the cake he's always most excited to get to take home every time.
She's surprised to see him enter the cafe at 10:30 am, heart sinking when she realises he'd probably not be by later. She liked the 30 minutes they spent together each day. Enjoying his company, he made her laugh, she looked forward to his company all day.
"Hey Rem,"
"Hey darling, you good?" He grins approaching, he'd pissed James off pretty bad. They'd argued for hours the night before and he knew it was his own temper, James did nothing wrong. So here he was, buying the boy a cappuccino cause it was his favourite as a peace offering.
"Yeah, slow morning. Are you?"
"I'm alright," He nods
"The normal?" She questions, placing the knitting needles she'd been using as she looks at him
"Please, and a cappuccino. To take away," He requests with a lazy, easy smile. His brows furrowing in concern when her smile drops "You okay?" He questions, eyes scanning the coffee shop for what could possibly be wrong
"Fine," She's turning away before he can press her any further on the matter, busying herself with the take out cups. She's blinking rapidly as she makes the coffee, heart aching at the thoughts in her mind.
The mystery girl he's buying the coffee for, maybe he's going to drop it to her at work and she'll thank him with a quick peck to his lips, a kiss that means nothing cause she'll get to kiss him another thousand times. Maybe he's going to wake her up with it, or maybe they're meeting for a walk, a date.
She turns, willing herself not to cry.
"She's very lucky," She comments, passing Remus who looks confused the drinks
"Who?" He wonders, eyes scanning her red eyes in concern. He can't fathom the idea she'd be upset at the thought of him buying some girl a coffee, but what else could it be? the little slither of hope weasels it's way in.
"The girl you're buying coffee for," She shrugs, fidgeting under his gaze.
"I'll let James know," He smirks, she blushes wildly
"Oh, James,"
"Yep. We had a fight last night, the cappuccino is a peace offering," He explains
"Is everything okay?" She asks, if there's one thing she's come to know about Remus it's that he loves his friends like family
"I'll let you know tonight when he's received his sorry I'm a dickhead present,"
"Tonight?" She questions, confused
"Tonight, when I come walk you home," He speaks like it's obvious
"Oh, I- I just assumed you wouldn't come. Having your tea now 'nd all,"
"People can drink more than one cup of tea a day y'know darling?"
"Yeah. I'll see you later then," She blushes
"I'll see you then" He confirms, backing out the door with his eyes still on her. He stops by the door, gathering every bit of confidence he can possibly find "There's no girl by the way,"
I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine Now I'm shining too
He bursts through the door mid afternoon, three days later, with panicked eyes "I am so sorry," He states
"What are you talking about?" She questions, dropping her pencil to the counter but before he has a chance to explain the door swings open.
Sirius saunters in, Peter close behind laughing followed by a smirking James
"That, I am so sorry," Remus grimaces making her giggle
"Well, well, well," Sirius speaks dramatically "Moony dearest, when you told us that you'd become a regular at a coffee shop and that's why you kept being given freebies you failed to mention why I think,"
"She makes a great cup of tea," Remus protests, watching as she under his friends intense gaze
"You fancy her," James grins, approaching the counter "You made that cappuccino the other day?" He asks politely
"I did,"
"Can you please make another, it was the best coffee I've ever drank. I am not being dramatic, I dreamed about this coffee,"
"Sure," She nods, "Takeaway or staying in?"
"We will take-" Remus begins
"Ah,ah,ah, We are staying right here," Sirius interrupts Remus
"Fucking hell, you've seen her you can stop torturing me now,"
"It's not torture it's investigating," Sirius argues, turning to her "Can I get a black coffee, two sugars please?"
"Sure," She nods, he flashes her a grin and thanks her as Peter orders a hot chocolate before the three boys saunter away.
"I'm sorry," Remus mutters, leaning on the counter as she begins to prepare the four drinks
"It's alright. They're funny,"
"I mentioned you before but I slipped up and mentioned that you made the cappuccino, casually y'know? Then Sirius went feral, searched through the bin for the bag with the cakes in from last night. Pete's been in before and suddenly we are outside,"
"You talk about me?" She questions, teasing smirk on her face
"Yeah. Yeah, I do," He admits with a blush. "That's kinda why they freaked so much, talk about you a lot,"
"You're sweet Remus, y'know that?" she grins, he blushes following behind her as she takes the mugs to the table or rowdy boys.
James practically pulls her arm out of the socket demanding she sit with them until she was busy and so she does, talking and laughing with them was surprisingly easy. Sirius takes a liking to her when she does a pretty spot on impression of professor slughorn and James thinks she's very funny and easily passes his protective interrogation. Remus can't help the warmth in his chest, seeing her so easily get on with the most important people in his life.
They allow Remus a private goodbye when they're done, waiting outside for him.
"I'll see you later," He smiles
"Yeah," She nods, as he helps her place all the boys mugs and saucers on the counter. "Remus?" She calls as he reaches the door, he turns to look at her
"For the record, if my friends knew where to find you they'd be the same. I talk about you a lot too,"
Because oh because I've fallen quite hard over you
She's standing on the edge of the toilet seat, irrational fear flooding her mind. She wasn't really sure what the plan was, perhaps to live out the rest of her days here, in the edge of the toilet, let the spider have her coffee shop. She's almost content with her plan until she hears the jingle of the door bell, with one glance at the watch on her wrist she knows who it is
"Rem? I'm in the bathroom? I need you to come save me?" She shouts the question out, hearing a laugh that sounds off before the door swings open. She's shocked to see James Potter, smirking at the sight and entirely not Remus Lupin.
"You aren't Remus,"
"Good observation," He smirks, eyeing her situation "You gonna come down?"
"There's a spider," She announces, indicating to the ghastly hairy not that big spider
"You need me to kill it for you?" James questions, slightly bemused.
"No! Don't kill it, it's family will smell it's blood and come looking for it," She panics, James barks out a laugh but retreats into the cafe, returning with a mug and napkin and with ease he catches the animal, letting it out of the window.
"You gonna get down now?" He questions, offering her a hand she gladly accepts as she steps of the toilet seat.
"Did you need something?" She questions, attention back on the lack of the tall sweater adorned boy she was pretty much in love with
"Remus can't walk you home, he's sick, so he sent me," 聽James explains
"Oh, is he okay? I could make him soup or-"
"He'll be alright, shit immune system on him," James shrugs
"You didn't have to come walk me home," She speaks, beginning to wipe down the surfaces, forgetting how long it took without Remus helping her
"He threatened me pretty good," James shrugs, sitting down on the stool at the bar. "He really cares about you," James tags on, watching her as she blushes
"I care about him too," She informs, looking at James quickly "He's the best thing in my life right now,"
"He's the best guy on the planet," James comments, watching her lock the windows "You certainly seem to care about him,"
"I do," She reassures, opening the door as James exits into the street that glows under the full moon
If I didn't know you, I'd rather not know If I couldn't have you, I'd rather be alone
She hasn't seen Remus in three days, James has walked her home twice and Sirius the other time. She liked them, but she missed Remus. Missed the way she got butterflies in her stomach when he looked at her. Missed the way he smiles, a wide grin that makes his eyes shine. Missed the little spark of energy she felt when his fingers would bump into hers while they walk to her apartment.
She's tidying when the door swings open, not many customers in the store. She hadn't really noticed the door, well she was aware it opened, was putting her spray and cloth down to turn and greet the customer, but she hadn't noticed it was him.
Remus had been outside for three minutes, watching her through the window. Every bit of nerve his pep talk with the boys had given him and dissipated on his half walk half sprint back to the coffee shop. He'd seen her through the window and stalled, unable to push himself to walk through the door and face her, not when she looked so beautiful it made his heart practically scream. It was when she laughs, something a regular has said, head tilting back and nose scrunching that he realises he'd regret not just doing it that he storms in.
She spins around at the feeling of someone behind her
"Remmy! You're-" Her excited shout is cut off almost immediately.
Remus kisses her, it's soft and gentle and apprehensive. His hands cupping her cheeks to hold her face in place and god she can almost taste his nerves. It speeds up though, when he feels her kiss back. Arms looping around his neck and hands finding their home in his hair. It's faster now, full of everything they'd wanted to say for the past month since he'd first wondered into the coffee shop.
"You're back, are you feeling okay?" She questions panicked, the second their lips are apart, his hands still hold her face, forehead resting on hers.
"I like you. I mean to say I am completely drawn to you and feel like I can't breathe when you're not there and I have wanted you near me every second since I met you and I got the nerve to say it and I was scared if I didn't come and say it right now I'd loose the nerve," He rambles, nerves floating away as he watches her beam up at him
"I like you too Rem, I thought it was obvious," She admits, pressing another peck to his lips
"Okay, I'll um, I'll let you get back to work I just- I'll see you later?" He questions, blushing red but grinning as he backs towards the door
"Yeah, I'll see you then Rem," She smiles, watching as he nods, more to himself than her, backing out the door with the widest smile to ever grace his features.
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much All of the while I never knew I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much All of the while, I never knew
Remus eyes blink open, taken aback at first by the change in pace. He feels rested, he couldn't remember the last time he felt like that. The bed he's nestled in is warm and comfortable, the cushions feeling light as air, he think for a second as he inhales the smell of coffee beans and caramel cupcakes, that he's still dreaming, but looking around the room he realises, as a smile falls to his face, that he's woken up in her bed.
He rolls over, not seeing her he lets out a breath, worried for a second until he hears the soft music playing from the kitchen. He was normally one to bask in the comfort of a bed for a few minutes before he gets up but the thought of her consumes his mind and she was the most comforting thing on the planet.
He pads into the kitchen, his joggers handing low on his hips and his heart melts at the sight waiting for him. She's dressed in the jumper he'd been wearing the night before and a pair of baggy jeans, the music is playing from a record and she's twirling around as she returns milk to the fridge
"Morning," She beams, crossing the kitchen to press a peck to his cheek. He grins, grabbing her hand while she's close enough and twirling her around, her giggle filling the air until he's pulled her into his chest. 聽She silences, though her smile doesn't falter, now she's pressed against his chest.
"Morning darling," He smiles, pressing his lips to hers gently. She smiles against him, the feeling of home and comfort not escaping her as she pulls aways, pressing one last hasty peck to his lips when they chase hers.
"I gotta go open the shop," She mumbles against his chest that has pulled her into a hug, in response to his whine.
"No,"
"Yes or Sue will kill me. We can hang out tonight,"
"Go for dinner?"
"Sure," She agrees, pecking his lips one last time before breezing out of the apartment.
He turns to make breakfast only to see a mug of tea, made perfectly to his preference and white toast with butter and strawberry jam. The domesticity of life with her warms him in a way nothing else ever had.
Remus realises, in that moment, it had nothing to do with the warm, comforting coffee shop. He'd fallen in love with her.
All of the while, all of the while It was you
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it-me-butts 4 months ago
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Hello people, I am back again! This time with the most amazing @tahnex for @ilia-amitola-minibang
Summary:
Weiss goes in for her normal coffee and finds a new barista who isn't overly happy about a Schnee going into the coffee shop.
Weiss also has a issue when talking to attractive girls, especially once they start flirting with her.
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axoxtxhxh a month ago
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Oikawa x GN Reader WC: ~1.9k Writing Prompt Person A and B have the same name and they bond over it/have hijynx.
A/N: Not me writing another meet-cute. I literally can鈥檛 resist these. Anyway, I wrote this little drabble/oneshot for my friend @luanabonn鈥. A big thank you to @millenialfanfictionaddiction鈥 for helping me think of the ending. I needed a little bit of a sweet Oikawa so I made a sweet Oikawa :)
鈥淓xcuse me. That鈥檚 my coffee.鈥
Your hand barely reached around the warm coffee cup when a voice stopped you. Looking up, you saw an attractive man with a fake smile reaching for the same cup you were. His brown hair swooped outwards in a way that didn鈥檛 seem natural, but it was hard to tell if it was natural or styled. He gave a quick wink before taking the cup from your hand.
鈥淚 think you might be mistaken.鈥 You reached for the cup but he pulled it away.
鈥淚t literally has my name on it.鈥 He pointed to the name on the cup, which was definitely your name.
鈥淣o, it has my name on it and it鈥檚 mine.鈥 This time you didn鈥檛 reach for the cup, you waited until he handed it to you. Which he didn鈥檛 do. Instead, his eyebrows lowered in confusion as he thought about what you said.
鈥淵our name is Oikawa?鈥
鈥淵es.鈥 It was hard not to feel annoyed at how ridiculous the situation was getting. 鈥淣ow, if you wouldn鈥檛 mind giving me my coff鈥撯
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 look like an Oikawa,鈥 he pointed out, narrowing his eyes as he looked you over as if he could find the mark that would somehow prove your name was Oikawa.
鈥淲hat does that even mean?鈥 You rolled your eyes and reached for the cup. 鈥淐an I please have my coffee?鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 not yours!鈥 He pulled back.
You had really had enough. You were so tired of men like this. Entitled, snobby, know-it-all men who always got their way. You were sick of it and this guy caught you on a bad day.
鈥淏arista! Can you please tell this guy that this is my coffee?鈥 You stomped your foot in frustration. Not your finer moment, but you just wanted your damn coffee.
鈥淣o, no. You need to tell them that it鈥檚 mine.鈥
鈥淚t has my order on it!鈥 You complained.
鈥淪ixteen ounce candied pecan latte, half sweet with whipped cream.鈥 You both said in unison and then gasped. He gasped a lot louder than you though, nearly dropping the cup of your coffee to the ground. Not only was this getting annoying, it was getting weird.
鈥淎re you stalking me?鈥 He accused, also sounding slightly like he wanted you to be stalking him which was a whole issue you did not want to get into.
鈥淲hy would I stalk you? I don鈥檛 even know who you are.鈥 You reached to snatch the cup from his hand, but he lifted it higher into the air. 鈥 I could ask you the same question.鈥
鈥淧lease.鈥 He gave you a once over with an eye roll. 鈥淚 think it鈥檚 clear who the more famous one is.鈥
鈥淔amous one?鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 a world-renowned, globally adored volleyball player.鈥 He lifted his head up and smiled. It wasn鈥檛 sweet or genuine. It was fake and annoying, but he dropped it quickly to give you a condescending look. 鈥淲hat are you? A banker?鈥
鈥淚 think I might actually hate you.鈥
鈥淏arista, please tell this person to leave me alone.鈥 He spoke at an embarrassingly high volume, enough that the people near you all began to look. 鈥淕od, to think even in a coffee shop I鈥檓 followed.鈥
He tightened the collar of his jacket and brushed some of his hair from his face as he smacked his lips together. He almost looked proud . This guy actually liked this attention and you were done. This was too much and you were over it. At this point, you wanted to just give him the coffee and leave. It was not worth it.
鈥淟ook, you both ordered the same thing. Here鈥檚 the second one.鈥 The barista put the cup of coffee on the counter before leaving, seemingly also annoyed by the situation.
鈥淥h, thank God.鈥 You grabbed the cup and turned around to get away from this whole experience as fast as you could, not even interested to check if it was what you ordered or not. The sooner you got out of there, the better.
鈥淲ait!鈥 A voice that was now way too familiar to you called after you before you could reach the doors. 鈥淎ren鈥檛 you interested in this coincidence?鈥
鈥淚nterested?鈥
鈥淲e have the same name and drink the same coffee.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 more offended than anything.鈥
鈥淩ude,鈥 he scoffed. 鈥淲hat鈥檚 your first name?鈥
鈥淚 literally have no reason to tell you that.鈥
鈥淢ine is Toru.鈥 He stuck his hand out for you to shake which you honestly considered not shaking at all. Unfortunately, something in you forced you to be nice and you took it.
There was an awkward pause while he shook your hand in silence and stared at you, waiting for you to say something, but there was nothing to say so you waited, slowly shaking his hand and desperately wanting the exchange to end.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e seriously not going to tell me your name?鈥 He grumbled.
鈥淥h my gosh. That鈥檚 what you鈥檙e waiting for?鈥 You turned around and walked out the doors, Oikawa following closely behind you.
鈥淵ou are one of the rudest people I have ever met.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 rude? You took my coffee.鈥
鈥淲hat鈥檚 in your hand then?鈥
鈥淭hat鈥檚 not the point.鈥 You stopped and looked away, slightly embarrassed because he was right, you did get your coffee. But you were also right. That wasn鈥檛 the point. 鈥淢en like you always get what you want.鈥
鈥淢en like me?鈥
鈥淗andsome, talented, rich,鈥 you groaned when hearing the words. 鈥淚鈥檓 sure you just love hearing people call you that.鈥
This wasn鈥檛 the time nor the place to be getting as upset as you were, but you鈥檇 somehow reached a boiling point you hadn鈥檛 even realized you were approaching.
鈥淎nd you?鈥 He asked quietly.
鈥淲hat about me?鈥
鈥淲hat do people like you get?鈥
鈥淚 get my coffee taken,鈥 you huffed a laugh, but it wasn鈥檛 because anything was funny. The situation might have been comical, but you were upset. Again, you realized this wasn鈥檛 the time nor the place to be doing this. And Oikawa was certainly not one for you to be opening up to. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed before looking at him briefly. He waited, but you stayed quiet. Not having anything to say, you turned back to the street and continued walking.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry,鈥 he said in a low voice and you stopped walking. The sound of feet shuffling got closer and he made his way to stand next to you. 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry.鈥
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to apol鈥撯
鈥淪ometimes a cup of coffee is a lot more than just a cup of coffee.鈥 He smiled, the first time it was a genuine smile, and shrugged his shoulders.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 very insightful.鈥 You eyed him suspiciously.
鈥淒on鈥檛 seem so surprised.鈥 Oikawa brushed stray hair from his eyes, looking proud of himself.
鈥淥h, I鈥檓 very surprised.鈥
鈥淒o you have to ruin everything?鈥 He pouted.
You weren鈥檛 sure if it was the pout on his face or the sudden switch from proud to annoyed, but something about him made you burst out laughing. It started small, just a little chuckle, but the longer you stared at him and the more confused he got, the harder you laughed and you weren鈥檛 able to stop until there were tears coming from your eyes.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a really strange guy.鈥 You smiled.
鈥淪orry.鈥 He looked away with pink cheeks, acting as if you鈥檇 found out some secret of his.
鈥淣o, it鈥檚 actually kind of refreshing.鈥
He looked at you as a flicker of confusion crossed his face before he grinned. It was a moment. One of those cute ones that people in the movies have. It was weird that it was happening then, with this random guy, but the heavy beating of your heart and the little bit of butterflies in your stomach definitely told you it was a moment. Everything around you seemed to fade away and time almost stopped. Well, it slowed at least. The little stray hairs that didn鈥檛 seem to stay in place blew slowly across his forehead and you probably could have been lost in that moment had he not loudly cleared his throat.
鈥淪o鈥︹ He whispered.
鈥淪o鈥︹ you repeated.
鈥淐an I walk you to the bank?鈥
鈥淵ou just couldn鈥檛 resist.鈥 You groaned, narrowing your eyes but still smiled at him. He was actually kind of cute when he really smiled.
鈥淔ine, can I walk you wherever you鈥檙e going?鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 going home.鈥
鈥淭hen can I walk you home?鈥
鈥淎re you going to annoy me the whole way?鈥
鈥淧robably.鈥
鈥淯gh, fine.鈥 You gave in. 鈥淚t鈥檚 a short walk anyway.鈥
You went back to walking down the street with Oikawa following next to you. It was only a couple minutes walking. It was half the reason you went to that coffee shop in the first place. You glanced up, taking a quick peek at Oikawa鈥檚 face before smiling to yourself. This morning, things really weren鈥檛 going that well and he definitely managed to make it worse, but he also made it better and a small鈥 very small鈥 part of you was a little bit happy that you might run into him at that coffee shop again.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e going to have to teach me how to do that.鈥 You spoke up.
鈥淒o what?鈥
鈥淢ake people listen to you by only smiling at them.鈥 You were never really good about hiding your smile, but you did your absolute best until his grin was so wide you could no longer hide your own and you both continued the walk to your apartment.
Oikawa lied. He didn鈥檛 annoy you the whole way. In fact, he spent most of it being quiet and looking around. You鈥檇 known him all but twelve minutes, but in those twelve minutes you realized just how strange he was so maybe this was how he was when he walked. Maybe he was worried about getting lost and not being able to find his way back to the coffee shop.
鈥淲ell, this is鈥撯
鈥淵ou are stalking me!鈥 He exclaimed, standing between you and the front door of your apartment complex. 鈥淲hat? You literally asked to follow me !鈥
鈥淭hen why did you lead me to my apartment?鈥
鈥淭his is my apartment.鈥 You explained and your mouth dropped open, quickly realizing at the same time he did. 鈥淥h no.鈥
鈥淵ou live in my apartment building?鈥 You both said in unison.
鈥淭his is my apartment building.鈥 You weren鈥檛 about to lose this fight too. He ignored you though. His eyes moved to the call buttons, checking all the names until he found yours. 鈥淲hat are you doing?鈥 鈥淐onfirming that you actually live here.鈥 He looked at you. 鈥淔or my safety.鈥
鈥淥h please,鈥 you groaned and tried to push him out of the way, but he didn鈥檛 budge.
鈥淚nteresting.鈥 He rubbed his chin and turned from the call buttons to look at you again. That sly smile on his face.
鈥淲hat is?鈥 This couldn鈥檛 be good.
鈥淣ow I know your first name.鈥 He winked with a smile and stepped inside the apartment building before you.
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minervadashwood a month ago
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coffee shop au that won't leave my mind
aka: stuff i write in my head but won't take the time to fully flesh out.
daryl x reader (gender neutral)
[cell phones don't exist just because.]
you are a regular at the coffee shop, owned and managed by rick, and where his wife michonne co-manages, and maggie, glenn, and daryl are full time employees.
one night, you go in to order your usual, and at the register is the guy who usually works in the back. his hair is all disheveled and he won't make eye contact. worse still he mumbles.
you patiently give him your order, then ask after glenn and maggie (the fabulous cashier/barista duo), who are off on their honeymoon apparently.
it's an hour before closing, so you try not to worry over the shy guy at the counter, who seems to be working alone for the night. despite his trouble with human interaction, he makes your drink perfectly. when it's ready, instead of calling out your name, he creeps out to your table and sets it in front of you, and quickly leaves to hide behind the counter.
later, you're out in the parking lot, staring at your flat tire (how did that happen?), when all the store lights go off and out walks the shy barista. gone is his coffee shop apron and cap, and he's wearing a sleek leather vest and carrying a motorcycle helmet.
he gives you a once over before saying, "you got a spare?"
you chuckle. "yeah, it's already on the car." you really should get to the mechanic soon, but the guys in the shop always stare at you and treat you like you're an idiot just because you're a little feminine sometimes.
"it's y/n, right?" the man says.
"yeah," you reply. "you have me at a disadvantage; you never wear a nametag."
"'s Daryl," he mumbles, staring at the pavement. He clears his throat. "My brother can fix that for ya in the mornin'. He's got a tow truck and a garage."
You smirk back at Daryl, "Well if he's as good at patching up a tire as you are making coffee, that'd be real nice."
He huffs at you, but looks up all the same, a small smile pulling at the corners of mouth. But he lowers his head once more. "Want me to walk ya home?"
You can barely hear what he says, but take him up on his offer. "I just live a few blocks away."
"I know--I mean--back when we was doin' no contact delivery--I ain't no creep or nothin'--you just...you ordered somethin' like every day."
"Asthma," you explained. "Before the vaccines came out, I had to keep my distance from everyone for a while. Can't live without my coffee. Thanks for getting me through that. Even though I never saw you do it."
He shrugged. "No big deal."
The thought of this hard looking emo guy bringing you coffee all through the worst of the pandemic made your heart melt just a little.
As he put his helmet on his motorcycle and started walking toward the sidewalk, you caught up with him and casually took his hand in yours.
"So, Daryl, what's your favorite coffee brew?"
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cressjacquine 8 months ago
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Part 1 | Part 2
Slowburn is: Everyone knows their in love except them
Forbidden love is: if this is meant to be wrong why do you feel so right?
Coffeeshop au is: glancing at each other over drinks
Room mates to Lovers is: Accidentally walking in on them naked but holy shit how are they so hot???
Malewife to her Girlboss is: lovingly watching them dismantle patriarchy
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monsterbvg 4 months ago
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MIRACULOUS COFFEE SHOP AU馃悶馃惥
I finally did something w one of my au's!! here's some context:
-aged up (they're 17)
-adrien never went to school, therefore adrienette never met
-ladynoir are two dorks in love but neither of them make the first move
-adrien found out about lb's identity when he accidentally saw her detransform once, she doesn't know this
-nino and adrien met online, adrien sneaks out to hang out w him
-nino and mari are still classmates so they know each other
-tom & sabine boulangerie patisserie works as both a bakery and a coffee shop, mari helps there after school
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pekgna 5 months ago
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You go to a coffee date with your partner, but the barista is too cute.
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ardentlychaotic 5 months ago
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James dropped by again the following Sunday morning. Regulus was expecting him鈥擝arty and Evan had scoffed at him, saying he shouldn鈥檛 be waiting on a customer to come at the same time every week鈥攁nd had kept the flavour of the week the same in the hopes that James would enjoy it the way he did last time.
鈥淗ey, Regulus,鈥 he greeted as he walked in. Regulus caught a whiff of his cologne as he breezed through the doorway鈥攕harp, fresh pine.
鈥淛ames,鈥 he said, bringing him his usual black coffee and a plate of lavender lemon macarons.
鈥淚 feel like I鈥檓 starting to become a little predictable here.鈥
Regulus raised an eyebrow. 鈥淚s that a bad thing?鈥
鈥淲ell, no, but鈥攚ait, didn鈥檛 you say lavender lemon was the flavour of the week last week?鈥
鈥淵es,鈥 he replied, bracing himself for the follow-up question.
鈥淒id you鈥︹ he paused briefly, reaching up to mess his hair. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 mean to sound presumptuous, but did you redo this flavour for me?
鈥淵es,鈥 he responded quietly. 鈥淚 noticed that you liked them a lot and it seemed to be popular with other customers so I thought鈥︹ His voice trailed off as he caught James鈥 eye. He was watching him with a look he hadn't seen before, lips crooked into the tiniest of smiles, warm eyes impossibly fond behind his glasses. Regulus鈥 heart skipped a beat.
鈥淭hanks,鈥 James murmured softly before turning to the macarons. Regulus took a deep breath before walking to the back to catch his thoughts.
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morepopcornplease 2 months ago
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RISTRETTO, Chapter 7: March
Ian works the late shift at the Tamp and Grind. It鈥檚 not what he always planned to be doing at 22, but it鈥檚 a steady paycheck and he doesn鈥檛 hate it. When he gains a new colleague with a wicked sense of humor and a sinfully hot boyfriend, he starts to think maybe he should be trying to do more with his life than perfecting his latte art.
Chapters:聽7/12
Rating:聽E
Chapter word count:聽12,983
Chapter summary:聽
There鈥檚 a sudden rush in his chest, almost like pain. Like his entire heart is seizing, except that it feels incredible, and he has to force himself into a slow exhale to get his treacherous muscles under control.
Mickey swallows in his ear, and it occurs to Ian that he鈥檚 been quiet maybe too long while he tried to calm himself down.
鈥淵eah.鈥 He says, the most obvious thing in the world. 鈥淵eah I wanna go on a date with you.鈥 聽
Author鈥檚 notes:聽Oof. It's been a minute. But! I am really happy with this chapter and I'm very glad I gave myself the time to work on it when it felt right and didn't try and force it out on a schedule. We are now obviously quite a way from our one chapter a month goal, and I don't know when the next update will be, but I will endeavour to not get too far behind the calendar. Readers, I adore you, and I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I do. I'm excited for what's to come.
Also please read the notes at the beginning of the chapter, nothing big is going down but there's a new warning that might be good to know about.
Click聽here聽to read chapter 7, or聽here聽to start from the beginning.
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starry-eyed-queen-16 5 months ago
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Love Language - Chapter 4
Summary: When Bucky meets you in the coffeeshop you work in, he couldn鈥檛 be more smitten. Until he finds out you鈥檙e learning a language he鈥檚 all too familiar with.
Pairing: Bucky/Reader
Warnings: Swearing
Taglist: Open (Send me an Ask!)
Love Language Masterlist
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It was his therapist that noticed something was wrong first. Of all people, he couldn鈥檛 believe she had noticed. She couldn鈥檛 see that the amends hadn't been helping, but this, this she saw.聽
鈥淚 can tell something鈥檚 wrong, Barnes. Spit it out.鈥 Dr. Raynor chided.
鈥淣othing鈥檚 wrong, everything鈥檚 fine. Just peachy.鈥 Bucky muttered, taking a sip of the lukewarm coffee from the waiting room and making a face.聽
Seriously, what did it take to find good coffee anymore?
It was a lie, of course. He knew he was absolutely not fine. He鈥檇 been in a panicked spiral all week over what happened with you, so when he grew tired of beating himself up mentally, he began to do it physically. He鈥檇 spent nearly every waking hour in the gym, hell, every hour was a waking hour since he wasn鈥檛 sleeping. He ran until his lungs screamed for him to stop, took out his frustration on the punching bag until his knuckles were battered and swollen. At least then he could feel something other than the shame that made his blood run cold whenever he thought of the way he鈥檇 left you.聽
Dr Raynor raised her eyebrows in an obvious show of disbelief. 鈥淲hatever you say, James. But these last few weeks you鈥檝e been less anxious, and that,鈥 She motioned with her pen to his glaring face, 鈥渉as been nowhere to be found.鈥澛
鈥淲hat, doc, my face?鈥 Bucky smirked.
鈥淣o, that permanent scowl you seem to be wearing. It had taken a hiatus. But now it鈥檚 back.鈥澛
If it was possible, Bucky鈥檚 face settled even further into its scowl.聽
鈥淲e done here, doc? Didn鈥檛 know it was part of your job to comment on my appearance.鈥澛
She clicked her pen threateningly over her notebook.聽
鈥淎lright, alright,鈥 Bucky grumbled, holding up his hands. 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to resort to extreme measures here. Look, I have, had, a friend, but it鈥檚 not gonna work out.鈥澛
鈥淥h, and why鈥檚 that?鈥
Bucky couldn鈥檛 help but think of you, the way you always listened when he answered one of your questions, the way he felt like you always gave him your undivided attention. He felt like you could see him, the real him when no one else cared enough to.
He gave himself a rough mental shake and closed that door firmly in his mind.聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 just not, okay? No one wants to befriend an 106 year old relic from World War II. They want to study it in a museum, and then go home to their real lives, lives that are happening now.鈥 Bucky spit out bitterly.聽
鈥淏ucky,鈥 Dr. Raynor started, her no-nonsense tone softening just a bit, 鈥淵ou are here now too. Your life is happening right here, right now, just like everyone else. And just like everyone else, it helps when you have someone to talk to. And not just your court ordered therapist.鈥 Her lips quirked in a wry smile. 鈥淣ot that you talk to me much anyway. Small steps, Barnes. You don鈥檛 have to share your whole life story with someone right away. Relationships take time, and that鈥檚 always been true, whether you were born in 1917 or 1987.鈥澛
Bucky rolled his eyes and grunted noncommittally.聽
鈥淥ne more thing, James. Do you remember rule number two?鈥
He cut his eyes to her in a question.聽
鈥淒on鈥檛 hurt anyone?鈥澛
鈥淭hat鈥檚 the one. Don鈥檛 hurt anyone, yourself included.鈥 Dr. Raynor looked pointedly at his bruised knuckles clenched around the coffee cup.聽
He rolled his eyes again as he moved to stand.聽
鈥淲hatever you say, doc.鈥
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Small steps, small steps.聽
The more he rolled the phrase around in his mind, the more his physical steps matched the advice his therapist had given him. What Bucky hadn鈥檛 told the doctor was that he didn鈥檛 know how.
Back in the day, he鈥檇 never eased into anything, he was zero to sixty, all or nothing; and more often than not, he gave his all, crashing headlong into the lives of those he cared about. He had been all in the first time he saw a kid fighting a bully twice his size on the playground, immediately jumping in to help defend the scrawny blond.聽
鈥淪teve.鈥澛
鈥淏ucky.鈥
聽They鈥檇 gasped their introductions around bruised ribs only when they鈥檇 sent the bully packing, a friendship now forged in blood.聽
He鈥檇 even been all in with a girl once, swearing he鈥檇 make her his after only one night of twirling her in his arms. Bucky had fallen hard and fast, giving his heart away like it was candy.聽
聽That was before.
Before the girl had twirled her way into someone else鈥檚 arms, not bothering to give his heart back when she left.聽
Before that not-so-scrawny blond decided to leave behind a friend who had just started to remember, in favor of a past he couldn鈥檛 quite forget.聽
Before Bucky had been turned into something unrecognizable, no longer the boy who wore his heart on his sleeve, who gave his all at the drop of a hat.
Now, he guarded what little pieces he had left of his heart, afraid if it got any more damaged, he鈥檇 have nothing left at all.聽
聽His steps slowed even more as he came to the window of the coffee shop. It was on his way home from therapy, that鈥檚 how he鈥檇 come across it the first time. He steeled himself and chanced a quick glance in the window. There you were, bright as ever, laughing as you handed someone their order. Bucky shook his head.聽
No, no. It鈥檚 too much.聽
With one last glance back, he noticed the smile had died on your lips. You were looking straight at him.聽
You could always see him.
Bucky started slightly and moved quickly to turn away, but you were already around the counter and headed toward the door. You rushed out to where he stood frozen to the sidewalk, unable to move.
聽鈥淛ames, hi,鈥 you breathed, looking up at him. Bucky cleared his throat hesitantly. 鈥淗-hi.鈥
鈥淛ames, I鈥檓 so so sorry about the other day, I clearly made you uncomfortable, whatever I said, I am truly, so sorry. How can I make it up to you?鈥
Bucky couldn鈥檛 quite meet your eyes, glancing instead around the busy street. The steady stream of people seemed to part easily around you, leaving the two of you in your own little world.聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 nothing, Sweets, really. It was all my fault. I didn鈥檛 mean to rush out on ya like that. If anyone should apologize, it should be me.鈥澛
Bucky finally brought his gaze up to meet yours. You still had a concerned look on your face and studied his expression thoughtfully. He wondered if you could see the evidence of his sleepless nights on his face. Finally, finally, you spoke again.聽
鈥淲ell let me at least make it up to you with some coffee. Please. It鈥檚 on me. I missed seeing my favorite customer.鈥
Bucky couldn鈥檛 help but smirk a little at that. 鈥淵our favorite customer, eh? Missed me, huh, Sweets?鈥澛
The tension between you broke, a smile cracked across your lips and you rolled your eyes. 鈥淪hut up, James, and get in here so I can make you a decent cup of coffee.鈥澛
You beamed as Bucky took his usual spot, and it was like he鈥檇 never left.聽
鈥淣ow James, I don鈥檛 mean to scare you, but鈥︹ You eyed him cautiously and Bucky felt his throat seize a little. 鈥淪ince this is on me, I absolutely refuse to make you a plain cup of coffee. Can I make you one of my favorites, please? 鈥澛
Bucky released the breath he鈥檇 been holding in a laugh. 鈥淪ure, Sweets, but please, go easy on me, huh? Nothing near as sugary as you like it.鈥澛
鈥淥h don鈥檛 worry, James, we鈥檒l start slow. Work you up to a proper sugar level.鈥 You winked. Bucky had missed those winks.聽
Start slow. Small steps .聽聽
鈥淟ook, Sweets, I really am sorry about the other day. I鈥ust鈥︹
How could he explain the panic that would slam into him without warning, clawing at his throat until a brutal fist almost as strong as his own squeezed around it, cutting off his air,聽his voice, his thoughts?聽
聽Bucky closed his eyes and breathed through his nose. 鈥淚鈥檓 working through some鈥tuff and sometimes it hits me out of nowhere. Seems like I never know when it鈥檚 gonna happen.鈥
聽He clenched his jaw. It felt like it had taken everything in him just to admit those words aloud.聽
Bucky suddenly felt a slight pressure on his hand. He looked down, startled. There, on the counter, you had clasped his gloved hand in yours. Bucky suddenly found it hard to breathe for an entirely different reason. It had been so long since someone had touched him gently, of their own volition. This was鈥 it was鈥ice.
鈥淛ames, it鈥檚 alright, really. None of us gets through this life completely unscathed, do we? We all have some sort of load to bear. Some days it seems unbearable, like you鈥檒l never crawl out from under it again. And then there are days it鈥檚 so light you could almost forget it鈥檚 even there. At least in my experience.鈥澛
You looked steadily into his eyes as you spoke, and Bucky swore he鈥檇 never felt so seen.
鈥淎ll I know is, it鈥檚 easier when we have people to go through it with together. Friends that can sometimes share a little bit of our burden, make it a little easier on the hard days. And as your friend,鈥 You gave him a small smile, 鈥淚鈥檇 be happy to share a little of yours if you ever need it.鈥澛
He couldn鈥檛 explain it. Bucky felt like his fractured heart had finally burst, only to be slowly stitched back together at your words. He reached with one hand to rub his stinging eyes but kept his other clasped tightly in yours.聽
All he could manage was your name in a whisper.聽
You gave his hand a squeeze and matched his volume.聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 okay. You don鈥檛 have to say anything right now if you don鈥檛 want to. Just know that I鈥檓 here for you, okay?鈥澛
Bucky nodded. He didn鈥檛 trust himself to speak.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 going to finish making your coffee now, alright?鈥 He nodded again.聽
You slowly pulled back, watching carefully as he took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure. Finally, he spoke in a raspy voice.聽
鈥淭hank you, Sweets. You-you, don鈥檛 know how much that means to me.鈥澛
鈥淵ou鈥檙e welcome, James. Now, try this.鈥 You lightened the mood by setting a cup in front of him.聽
In that moment, Bucky would鈥檝e done anything for you. He tentatively took a small sip of the drink.聽
鈥淚鈥ike it.鈥 He said with some surprise.聽
聽鈥淰anilla latte, half sweet. Can鈥檛 give you a sugar overdose on the first go.鈥澛
聽Bucky chuckled. 鈥淚 think it鈥檇 take a lot more than that to give me an overdose, Sweets.鈥澛
聽鈥淲e鈥檒l see how wired you get when you finish that.鈥 You nodded at his drink with a smirk as you turned to clean the espresso machine.聽
聽----
Bucky sipped the latte you鈥檇 made him.聽
Friend .聽
You had called him your friend. Bucky had thought he had ruined any chance of that when he walked out on you, but here you were, surprising him again. He hadn鈥檛 really thought he could make friends anymore. Yes, he had Sam, but that was different. Sam had been Steve鈥檚 friend first, and was well acquainted with what Bucky had been, and what he wasn鈥檛 anymore. Didn鈥檛 mean they didn鈥檛 give each other a hard time though. Sam still wouldn鈥檛 let him drive anywhere because, 鈥淭he last time you had a steering wheel in your hands, you ripped it clean out of the car, Buck. I know you weren鈥檛 really there for that, but I was.鈥澛
Bucky snorted and rolled his eyes at the memory.
Even though Sam was a bird-brained idiot, he was the closest thing he had to a friend, to the life he had before.聽
Bucky thought about what Dr. Raynor had said, but more importantly, what you had said.聽
Maybe he didn鈥檛 have to live in the absolutes he once did, rushing ahead with no room for error. He decided to take one tentative, small step.聽
鈥淗ow-how was your test the other day?鈥 He asked in a rush before he could talk himself out of it.聽
鈥淥h,鈥 you groaned. 鈥淗orrible. Crash and burn. I鈥檓 not sure who鈥檚 gonna kill me first for not studying as much as I should have; my professor, or the Duolingo bird.鈥澛
Bucky had been gritting his teeth, willing himself to stay seated after he asked the question.聽
Why the hell did you ask her that, you didn鈥檛 want to hear about this subject, remember? Wait, did she just say something about a bird?
Bucky blinked. 鈥淭he鈥HAT?鈥澛
You blinked back. 鈥淵ou know, the app that helps you learn a language? Their cute little green mascot? Yeah, not so cute when it鈥檚 threatening you for not doing your language lesson of the day.鈥 Your eyes took on an almost murderous glint.聽
Bucky was very very confused, and his face must鈥檝e shown it because you quickly pulled out your phone.
鈥淗ere look,鈥 you said, unlocking your phone. This app is supposed to help you learn with little games and quizzes, but this fiend,鈥 you jabbed your finger at the animated owl on-screen, "will legit threaten your life if you miss a lesson."
Bucky couldn鈥檛 help it. He snorted, trying desperately to hold in the laugh that tried to break to the surface.聽
鈥淎re you laughing at me, James? Rude.鈥
You narrowed your eyes at him but couldn鈥檛 help the giggle that bubbled up in you too. Soon, you were both laughing uncontrollably, you almost doubled over; his stomach aching in a way it hadn鈥檛 in a long, long time. Every time your laugh started to die, you鈥檇 look over at Bucky and your giggles would start all over again.聽
He didn鈥檛 think he鈥檇 ever heard a more beautiful sound.聽
Finally, you straightened up, wiping the tears that had gathered in the corners of your eyes.聽
鈥淥kay, Mr. Know-It-All, you have to help me with this, then.鈥 You slid the phone a little closer to him so you could both bend your heads over the screen.
For the rest of the afternoon, Bucky watched as you tapped at the screen, offering hints if you got stuck on a particular word or phrase. It wasn鈥檛 as bad as he鈥檇 thought it鈥檇 be; he told himself it was the absurdity of the cartoonish characters on the app that kept his anxiety at bay, and not the way he had to stop himself from staring more than once at the way your lips formed the words.聽
That night, it felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest. He could finally聽breathe again.聽
Maybe taking small steps isn't so bad,聽he thought, before drifting into the first sleep he'd had in days.聽
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Hello people, I had the pleasure to work with the amazing @sevens-evan on an entry for @ilia-amitola-minibang this year.
Summary:
鈥淪aturday,鈥 Ilia says. Weiss walks out of the coffee shop without another word or a backwards glance. Ilia checks the window out the front door鈥攖here鈥檚 no one even approaching the shop鈥攁nd then turns, leaning back against the counter and sighing deeply. Part of her is upset that Blake hadn鈥檛 mentioned her to Weiss. Part of her is upset that Blake hadn鈥檛 mentioned Weiss to her.
Part of her is still in high school and noticing that Weiss has only gotten more attractive in the past most-of-a-decade. Not that high school Ilia ever paid attention to how attractive Weiss was, of course; it was just鈥ard not to notice. And it still is, it鈥檚 only gotten more so. Ilia has never seen a sharper jawline in her life.
(Blake and Yang are getting married. Weiss and Ilia bond over being the ones left behind.)
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Let us know what you think and have fun!
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