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ifwallscouldtalkkkk · 3 years

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Ashton's Coffee Shop Flirt [Part 1]

Female reader x Ashton Irwin

SFW, but contains some swearing

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After being stood up for a date several times at the small coffee shop that your friend-of-a-friend Ashton works at, he sits down with you to keep you company after closing hours

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"Still a no-show?"

His words snapped you out of the trance you had been put in by the buzzing of the coffee machines and the gentle clinking of porcelain cups.

"Uh, no. I mean, yeah. Still a no-show." You replied.

Ashton stood leaned over at the counter, scribbling circles on a little notepad by the cash register.

"It's almost closing time, so unless he comes sprinting in in the next 30 seconds, I think his time is up. What is this, the 3rd time?" Ashton asked.

"Well, the first time it was an actual emergency, so I don't think I should count that one", you stated. You had matched with a guy on Tinder who seemed really keen on meeting you, but he had yet to actually show up to any of your coffee dates. The first time, he actually had ended up in the ER for a ligament injury, and he had sent photos from the hospital explaining that he was really sorry and that he would turn up if the ER visit went swiftly. It of course didn't, it's an ER. The other 2 times it seemed to just have been unfortunate coincidences, but your excitement had definitely faltered, especially with his habit of not contacting you explaining that he won't make it until long after the planned meetup time. Still, you weren't really the busy bee of the century, so the long days at the coffee shop hadn't been too torturous. As head barista, Ashton had had the privilege to witness all 3 instances of you spending the majority of your day sitting in his coffee shop, patiently waiting for someone that would never show up.

Ashton made an amused skeptical face at you. "You know what, let's give him one last chance", he said. "I'm not in a rush, let's give him the chance to do the romantic-airport-last-minute-chase-down."

He ripped the cap off of a large marker pen with his teeth and started writing something on a notebook paper. When he finished, he recapped the marker and dramatically unveiled his masterpiece to you.

《CLOSED FOR TODAY, UNLESS YOUR NAME IS MARK SOMETHING AND YOU'RE LATE FOR A VERY IMPORTANT TINDER DATE (PLEASE YELL VERY LOUDLY AND WE'LL LET YOU IN)》

You rolled your eyes in a smile while Ashton pulled the blinds shut and taped the handmade sign on the outside of the door. After locking the door, he plopped down on the couch next to you, before immediately shooting back up on his feet. "Wait, want anything to drink?" He asked. You looked down at your long-empty latte mug, and sloshed around the tiny bit of foam left at the bottom. "I don't think I should have any more caffeine today", you replied. He raised his hands in an "ok"-sign and disappeared behind the coffee bar counter for a short while.

The reason you were even in this coffee shop in particular was because Ashton and you had a mutual friend who swore by this location being the very best place for first dates. Something about chakras and auras circulating perfectly in the building... To be honest, you hadn't really listened that closely during that part. Now that you had spent some time here, you seriously doubted the chakra part, and you were pretty sure that the real magic was Ashton's way to light up the place with good vibes. During your long hours here, you had never once seen anyone leave without a smile or at least a smirk on their face. Even when the newly hired barista got an order slightly wrong at times, Ashton's way of interacting with customers was just too sincere and charming to leave anyone upset. Even the music was different. Instead of the typical calm playlists you tended to find in other coffee shops, Ashton used his own playlists made up of every genre out there and then some. It wasn't unusual to glance over and see Ash singing along to whatever song was playing, or see him grabbing the occupied hands of his coworkers and forcing them to do a little goofy dance with him.

Ashton came back with a coffee cup for himself and a plate of cookies and sat down. "Leftovers", he said. "Would be a shame to throw them out." You grabbed one gratefully.

"So this Mark guy, what makes him so special?" Ashton asked between sips. You furrowed your brow in thought for a few seconds before replying. "I don't actually know an awful lot about him. He seems very driven, and confident. I guess it sort of flatters me that he would think of me as worthy of his attention", you replied, your words sounding a bit more pathetic that you intended. Ashton chuckled. "You're kidding, right? I've seen like several people staring at you like you're their blushing bride while you've hung out here. You know, Jacob, the coffee bean delivery guy? I've had to start running and catching him out back before he has a chance to come in because the guy ends up drooling like a zombie if he sees you. You're quite the chore to hang out with, you know?" He paused for a split second before adding "no, sorry, that came out wrong. I didn't mean you were a bother, but you for sure don't have a shortage of suiters, little girl."

You looked at your hands holding your cookie and chewed it slowly in thought. Seriously? You knew you weren't a complete lost cause or anything, but you had never really noticed anyone straight up ogling you in public. You guessed that it was technically possible that you were just blind to it, but the thought still felt surreal and uncomfortable.

"Uhh well I know I'm not the best at accepting compliments, but that still sounds like some grossly exaggerated bullshit, Ash." His smile widened and he let out a scoffing chuckle. His lowered his face and tilted his head with searching, focused eyes to coax you to make eye contact again. It worked.

"Hey", he began, with his eyebrows raised in a smug but caring expression. "You're pretty, ok?" Your instant reflex was to scrunch your face up in a cringing reaction. "Nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh, none of that. Try again" he objected. You tried your best to hold eye contact and not squirm when he repeated himself. "You're pretty. You're a pretty girl." He dramatically grabbed your face with both his hands and shook you gently for comedic effect. "You're a nice, sweet, person. You're hot, and this Mark guy can fuck right off."

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To be continued...

Part 2 out now!

Heyy! Sorry for this chapter being uneventful. I was gonna continue it further, but the next part will basically be pure smut so I thought I could split it into 2 pieces for those who don't like that stuff. Lmk if you'd rather have it be one whole thing or if splitting it is ok.

Again, the next chapter will continue this particular story and will be PURE SMUT

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isisisak · 7 years

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Okay I was just stalking you (in a totally not weird way) but I saw you staying something about someone writing a drabble about Isak being self conscious about his reading glasses and even adoring it and I fell like you would be the best person to write it so idk you do you but it'd be cute 💕

halla dear deaar anon!! i love this so so much that you say you want me to try it out :B im honored! I did grin a lot when i got this prompt but then was flooded and then sick and then stressed and basically what i wanna say is im sorry this took 59 years There it was again. The headache that always started after a while in the evening. Annoyed Isak frowned down at the book he was reading. In the past few weeks, everytime they spent their evening with reading together in bed (sometime Even sketched or wrote stuff down but thats not the point here) Isak’s head began to hurt after a little while.He shut and then rubbed at his eyes with his fist. God this was annoying. And he had no idea where it could come fro-

“Baby? I think you need glasses.” … ok so Even obviously had an idea where it could come from. “Hm?” He dropped the book carelessly beside the bed and settled on his side, looking up at Even with squinted eyes. “You always rub your eyes and start to frown when you read longer than thirty minutes.” With the hand that still held the pencil he used to draw, Even crombed a few curls out of Isak’s forehead (which sprang back instantly). “I don’t need glasses.” First he rolled then he closed his eyes, snuggled a bit closer to Even and sighed. “Nerds wear glasses.” He mumbled. To be honest that’s rediculous and he knows that but he was exhausted, headachy and his come backs weren’t at his best right now. Sue him. Even just snorted. “You are a nerd.” Isak threw a glare at his grinning boyfriend. “Fuck you.” With that he turned around. Even laughed but Isak heard him move around (probably to get rid of the things he had in his lab) and shortly after he followed Isak, throwing an arm around him and pulling him close. “I’m sorry, baby.” His voice was muffled because he burried his face in Isak’s neck. “I bet you’d look hot with glasses.” So, Isak got glasses. Isak hated his glasses. The pair he decided on were simple, a dark dark brown that looked almost black but worked with the notes in his hair (those were the words of the girl who adviced them.) Not too big but also not very small. Did they make his nose look very prominent, though? He asked Jonas several times if he maybe looked like one of those joke-glasses with the nose and the brows attached.

Jonas just snorted and rolled his eyes after the fifteenth time. “God, you’re so needy. Even spoils you too much. You look good, Isak. Relax.” Fucking Jonas. ‘Relax‘. Pfft. As if that was so easy. What if Even hated it? He must’ve asked that out loud because Jonas threw his hands up exasperatedly “Then why did you not go with him to choose a pair?”Isak scrunched his face up dramatically and also lifted his hands (for a second they looked like two cancers having a stand off). “Because I wanted an honest neutral opinion! And not ‘Oh my god Baby you look amazing’ commetns to even the most hideous glasses.” Isak explained and Jonas nodded in a way that said ok, fair. “But there you have it. He will dig no matter what kind you get or how ugly you look.” Isak sighed but nodded. Yeah, he knew that. Rationally he knew that. But there still where about one gazillion butterflies (or, it felt more like tanks) rummaging around in his stomach when he opened their flat door. “Even?” The call was met with Even who skitted around the corner, limbs too long and sliding a bit on his sock clad feet. His face was pure excitement and then it fell. “What? Where are the glasses?” Isak chuckled despite his nerves (because, adorable) and gave the bag in his hand a little shake. “Halla.” He stepped closer to Even and tilted his head up. Even quickly complied and hastily answered “Halla, baby. Now show me the glasses!”

Taking a little steadying breath Isak pulled out the little etui that held his new glasses. Even hummed. “Looks fancy already.” Isak let out a breathless laugh. “Should I close my eyes? I feel like I should close my eyes.” Even grinned and closed his eyes. Isak looked at him for a second, then forced himself to put the glasses on. A second went by. Another one. Even frowned. “Babe?” “Oh, fuck sorry, uh, open.” So, Even did. Isak tried to catch his initial reaction. To see if Even maybe did hate them and how it looked and afterwards would hide the fact how much or lessen the blow. But: Even’s eyes widened the slightest bit and his mouth first fell into a small O-shape then transformed into a grin. “Faen, Isak!” Even moved the remaining step of distance closer and cupped his face in his hands. “You look so hot. Fy faen, so so hot.” Isak got five hard pecks to his lips after that and then couldn’t help a little breathless “Yeah?” His mouth moved into a sheepish sideways smile. “Yeah.” Even answered, no hesitation. And the way Even looked at him to take his new look in - blue eyes intense and looking like he wanted to devour or inhale Isak whole - Isak felt hot, too.

“You can’t wear them in school, though.” Even said and shook his head. “I won’t be there to defend you from all the swooning suiters.”

Isak rolled his eyes but grinned at the praise as he circled his arms around Even’s middle. “I will almost only wear them in school. They’re reading glasses, Even.”

Even pouted at that and bumped their noses together. “At least don’t take them off today. Or better yet,” Even paused to give Isak another peck, this one softer “tonight.”

Isak raised his brows suggestively and Even winked (or, well, he tried but ended up just blinking with both eyes). So, yeah, you could say Even liked the glasses. A lot. A lot lot. (Also, when asked if it made his nose stand out, Even did not shut up about The Squish™ and how it should be put into the spotlight 24/7 for over two hours.)

#isak x even #isak valtersen #even bech næsheim #evak #skam #isi's hcs #i loved that prompt :b #thank you #also @ the anon who sent this: i would really really like to hear from you if you saw it ... just a little saw it would be enough just sldk #im so nervous that you left the fandom or unfollowed me or anything and will miss it and that wouldnt be too bad but then id feel guiltier #for taking so long #im rambling now anyway hmu

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