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somebluemelodies · 3 months

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@atthebell's SPIDERBIT WEEK DAY SIX: it couple | enigma revisiting the coffee shop au for this one, which you can read here! consider this a couple months or so post first date :> featuring: qroier being hopelessly in love and qcellbit being a total fucking nerd (/affectionate. and also hopelessly in love) this is a little lengthy like the last one my apologies-

"Roier, I can hear you thinking from here, man."

Roier abruptly stands from his spot leaning against the counter. "Perdón."

"Keep thinking that hard and you're going to destroy your last functioning brain cell." Mariana eyes his best friend. "Are you still trying to ask that guy out?"

"Yes," he answers, exasperated. "I don't know what the fuck to do."

"Just fucking ask him, man! It's not hard."

"I don't want to just ask, man! I want to do something cool for him, you know? He deserves it." Roier eyes Mariana right back. "Besides, I don't think you're allowed to offer relationship advice. You and Slime just started making out every day and eventually slapped a label on it."

Mariana looks smug and punchable. "And we're engaged now."

Roier only flips him off, leaning back against the counter and returning to his moping pondering. The other barista huffs after a few seconds, finally attempting to make himself useful. "Well, what does he like?"

"He's an investigator," is how Roier answers, "he—"

It's like a flip is switched in his brain, and he shoots back upright. "That's it! I know!" And before Mariana can question it, he's rushing out back to grab his phone.

When he returns, he's near-silent for the next several minutes upon grabbing a pen and napkin, save for occasional mumbling to himself as he studies intently whatever is on his phone screen.

Mariana doesn't bother stepping over yet, watching as Roier eventually starts writing something down on the napkin. Only when the pen has been capped, and Roier sighs to himself, seemingly satisfied, does he finally question the other again. "Happy now?"

Roier nods, smiling. "Sí."

(And so it goes.)

...

“And someone left this on one of the tables?”

Roier nodded. “Sí. Shortly before my shift ended.”

Cellbit seems mildly skeptical, but he doesn’t question it. Besides, who would he be to pass up solving a jumbled mess of letters?

“Well, it’s not a Caesar cipher. Doesn’t make sense. But…” He leans down, reaching for his satchel and rummaging through its contents before he finds a piece of paper, placing it on the coffee table alongside the napkin.

Intrigued, Roier scoots closer from their spot on his couch, hooking his chin over Cellbit’s shoulder. It looks like a table, but it’s full of letters instead of numbers. “What is that?”

(It’s just to get a closer look.)

(Cellbit wills his cheeks to cool down.)

“It’s for a Vigenère cipher. The letters in the middle are for all the encrypted letters. The left-hand column is the alphabet for whatever the key is, and the top row is the plaintext, or the 'normal' letters, if you will. In this case, it's what we're going to solve for."

(Cellbit explaining is leagues better than reading a bunch of words on a screen.)

(He could listen to Cellbit talk all day.)

“So how exactly do you solve it?” Roier asks. He has somewhat of an idea, but it was mostly him filling out the criteria on the website to encrypt it for him.

“I want to try and figure out the key first. I’m guessing the little coffee cup in the corner here has something to do it.” Cellbit points to the little doodle in the bottom right-hand corner, thinking for a moment. “It might not work, but let’s say the key is the word café. Vigenères are polyalphabetic ciphers; it utilizes multiple Caesar ciphers inside of itself, but the increments depend on whatever the key is— sorry, not important— polyalphabetic just means that they—"

“Use multiple alphabets?”

Cellbit smiles, and warmth blooms in Roier’s chest. “Yes!”

He pulls a pen from his chest jacket pocket. “We’re going to repeat café until it matches the length of the message.” He starts writing the letters underneath the cipher, continuing to talk. “We’re only going to be using the C, A, F, and E letters on the left-hand column, none of the others. Let me just finish this…”

Roier waits patiently until Cellbit gets to the last letter. When he does, he reaches for the table he’d pulled out. “Okay! So, now, to actually decipher it, we’re going to take the first letter of the key, C, and we’re going to locate the first letter of the cryptic message, Y, in C's row.” Cellbit’s pen lands on the letter Y. “Next, we’re going to follow that up to the top row for the plaintext.” The pen travels up. “W. So, the first letter of the decrypted message is W. Does that make sense?"

The barista nods as the investigator glances over to check. "Yeah. You're very smart, gatinho, you know that?"

Cellbit chuckles. "Gracias, guapito."

With that, he starts to work on decoding the rest of the cipher. Roier can't help but marvel at the speed he's able to work at - and doing it manually at that, not just putting it through online like he did. But Cellbit solving it fast is doing nothing for his nerves, his heartbeat starting to pick up.

He lets the other work quietly, trying not to shuffle and shift too much from his place leaning against him. He can't tell if he's regretting this or not, with the way the anticipation is killing him.

(But he also knows shit like this makes Cellbit happy, so maybe it won't be the complete end of the world.)

When Cellbit gets to the last word, though, he starts to slow down, processing exactly what the message is in front of him. He becomes acutely aware of Roier's head on his shoulder, the way his dark eyes are flitting back and forth between him and the papers, and pieces start clicking into place.

But he finishes it, because he knows Roier made it. Because he's stunned someone would go to this length for him. And so, the decoded cipher stares back up at him.

(WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND)

Cellbit reads it back over to himself, once, twice, heart hammering in his chest as a haziness washes over him. He feels Roier lift his head, momentarily mourning the loss of contact, but wills his voice to work. "Roier..?"

"Well?" Roier asks after a moment, and Cellbit feels brave enough to glance over at him. They lock eyes, and he looks just as nervous as Cellbit feels, if not more. "Will you?"

For a moment, Cellbit doesn't move, expression unreadable, and Roier wonders if maybe this was a mistake after all. But then he sits upright, and orients to face him. "Cellbo—?"

He's effectively cut off by lips pressing against his, one of Cellbit's hands cupping his face as the other rests against the back of his neck.

Roier's eyes close immediately, melting into it as one arm wraps around the investigator's neck. His other hand goes up, threading through Cellbit's hair and subconsciously deepening the kiss.

(It feels warm, it feels right.)

They only pull apart when their lungs demand oxygen, foreheads resting together.

"Does that answer your question, guapito?" Cellbit breathes out.

Roier grins. "I think I need a little more clarification, gatinho."

Cellbit can't help but laugh. "Let me try again, then."

"By all means."

And somehow, the second kiss is almost better than the first.

(Enigma solved.)

#i think a lot about how qroier has said he wants to make an enigma for qcellbit #and while i was trying to think of something to write today i remembered that #and sure i could've done a canon divergence sorta thing #but upon further thinking #i thought it could be such a cute expansion to the coffee shop/modern spiderbit au #i think this is comprehensive. is this comprehensive?#i researched ciphers for this i'm pretty proud of myself #qsmp roier #qsmp cellbit #spiderbit #qsmp #blue writes qsmp #atthebell's spiderbit week

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euphraisette · 5 months

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the thing abt les mis is at a certain point, thanks to fandom, the characters (mostly the amis) have become so detached from their source material and sort of adopted their OWN separate canon that you could say pretty much anything about any one of them and i'd be like "hm. yeah sure that checks out" and immediately incorporate it into my own canon of them

(cc: @honeyheadbanger)

#i LOVE LOVE LOVE WEIRD LEFT FEILD HEACANONS ABOUT MY DUDEDS!!!!0 #90% of what i've personally seen of this fandom is modern coffee shop au slow burns where the amis sit around reading books and bantering s #i've said before that i basically don't care about canon anymore #les mis #les miserables #les amis

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randomgzy · 1 day

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#the stanley parable #the stanley parable fanart #tsp #tspud #tsp fanart #tspud fanart #tsp stanley #tsp narrator #canon #would definitely happen like that #coffee shop au but it's accurate #art #fanart #ibispaintx #original design #incorrect quotes

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523rdrebel · 4 months

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Welcome to CF99

The Bad Batch Coffee/Caf Shop AU

Hunter x Reader

Hunter and his siblings own a Caf Shop called, CF99. Reader and Hunter are tasked with creating something new and use that time to grow closer together.

Overall Vibes: Cute, Fluff, Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop

Warnings: One Instance of Customer being a "Karen," Fluff, Cuteness, and Lots of Caf/Coffee References

Rating: SFW

Written as a Lifeday gift for @multi-fan-dom-madness <3 <3 <3

Hunter Divider: @snotbuggle

Coffee Divider: @firefly-graphics

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“Small Oatmilk Latte on Bar!” You shout over the loud ambient sounds of coffee being made, milk being steamed and frothed, and voices speaking in a dull hum.

“I asked for whole milk!” The customer scowled at you across the bar, nearly spitting at you in their ire.

“No. You didn’t.” A voice growled intensely from behind you.

“It’s okay Crosshair–”

“No. I took their order, they asked for Oatmilk.” He pushed you aside and leaned over the bar, smiling that toothy smile at the problem customer. His voice rumbled, “You can take the latte or you can leave.” The large form of Wrecker appears behind you, casting a shadow over the customer, “Your choice.”

“Th–the latte’s fine!” The customer all but screams, takes the latte and runs away, doorbell ringing as they exit.

Crosshair laughs, deeply amused.

“Cross– we can’t just keep intimidating the customers!” you chide, despite feeling a deep sense of relief that you avoided being shouted at by another unruly customer.

“That wasn’t a customer, that was a wailing banshee…”

Wrecker nudged your shoulder, though gently, it still nearly knocked you off your feet, “They’ll figure it out eventually.”

“Figure what out? That if they come to CF99 they get yelled at and threatened?”

“That they can’t bully us. Or you.”

Crosshair’s face was smug, something unidentifiable sparkling in his eyes, “Pretty sure Hunter would rip a face off if he caught someone bullying you.”

“I do not believe, even with Hunter’s capabilities, that he could ‘Rip a face off’.” Tech’s voice broke in now, his face popping up from around the corner at the drive thru.

“It’s an expression, Tech.” Crosshair rolled his eyes.

“Is it an expression for ‘I need therapy?’” He quipped back instantly.

At the morning staff meeting, Echo presented a new challenge to the CF99 team, “Overall customer feedback shows that they want something new.”

“New…The pastries from Daisy’s Bakery wasn’t enough?” You asked. Pastries had just been added a few months ago, thanks to Wrecker’s love of the bakery (and the Baker) down the street.

He sighed, “That definitely boosted our sales, but no. They want a new drink.”

“It’s coffee, not an experiment. It doesn’t need all the frills.”

“Not everyone likes plain espresso, Crosshair.”

“Pansies.” He mumbled under his breath, crossed his arms over his chest and glowered.

“Anyway, I need a couple of you to take point on that new drink. Any volunteers?” Tech instantly raised his hand, always excited for a new challenge. “Not you Tech…”

“Yeah, the drink has to actually be palatable…” Wrecker elbowed Tech and laughed heartily.

He adjusted his glasses then held up one finger, “According to my research, the flavor notes hit all the flavor receptors at once. It should have been entirely palatable.”

Echo just rolled his eyes and continued, “I need you on Drive Thru, anyway. No Cross– you just want to avoid the customers.” Crosshair’s sighed deeply, but didn’t deny. “Wrecker’s the best with the Customers so we need him on register…” Echo looked pointedly at you then Hunter, “You and Hunter willing to give it a shot? It doesn’t have to be too fancy, just good coffee and something that we haven’t served before.”

“Okay.” You shrugged, feigning nonchalance, despite the excitement bubbling inside your chest.

“Uh–” Hunter glanced sidelong at you, mouth open to speak.

Echo cut in, standing up to signal the end of the meeting, “Great! Now let’s try not to scare away any more customers…”

You and Hunter are left alone to plan in the break room, where Echo and Tech had set up a temporary Barista station with selections of Caf beans from Endor to Mutunda with a variety of roasting styles and flavor notes. There were caf creamers and alternatives and a multitude of flavorings and additions to make nearly any combination of a special brew.

Hunter was nothing if not efficient, so he set himself to grinding and brewing samples of each caf for the both of you to taste as you made your selections.

“So… What’s the plan here?”

“Taste the caf. Choose additional flavor items. Make the drink. Save the world. Mission accomplished.”

“Oh, sounds very important. How can I help, Commander?” You snap off a sloppy salute.

“At ease, soldier.” He chuckles, eyes sparkling with humor, “Why don’t you try to narrow down the additions… make some flavor groups?”

“On it–sir.” You wink at him, then quickly turn away, your ears burning.

You both work quietly for a while, selecting different combinations of flavor additions while he narrows down caf beans by preference. He is a nice, calming presence, and you, not for the first time, glance appreciatively at his handsome, prominent profile. He’s focused, his brow furrowed in that soft intensity you’d noticed while he works. He exhales at the strand of hair that came loose of his red bandana, now partially obstructing his view. You can’t help but smile at him, but you shake your head and return your focus back to the flavor profiles you were creating. Now isn’t the time to swoon, you decide.

Hunter shifts periodically, each time getting closer and closer to you, causing you to hold your breath involuntarily and sigh heavily when you release the breath. You swore you heard Hunter chuckle quietly upon the third instance, but decidedly ignored that as wishful thinking.

By the time you both had finished with your tasks, Hunter’s arm was softly brushing against your own as he moved the caf closer together, “These ones are the best…”

You know your cheeks are likely flushed with how hot your face feels right then and you nod, gathering your preferred flavor palettes and placing them next to the remaining cafs.

Hunter’s pics for the caf blends are one dark roast with notes of cherry, dark chocolate, and amaretto, one medium roast with notes of cinnamon, star anise, and meloorun, and one light roast with candied jogan fruit, salted caramel, and brown sugar.

“Oh! These are my favorites!”

“Are they?” Hunter’s eyes flashed with amusement and something else you couldn’t identify, “Uh- what do you have?”

“Spiced plum, Blood Orange, and Cinnamon for syrups. Sweet Cream Cheese or Whip for an optional topping, and we could try this mulled wine flavored drizzle for some extra interest.”

You both spend time mixing flavor combinations until you find one that is just right.

“It works well hot or iced, too!”

“Hmm, maybe we do make a good team–soldier.”

“Well, you make it easy, Commander.”

Crosshair leaned against the door to the breakroom, arms crossed and light smirk on his face, “You two done flirting? Or should I come back with a holo recorder?”

“A holorecorder!?” Your eyes widen in panicked shock.

“For blackmail. That was embarrassing.”

Hunter sighs, “Just– go get Echo. We finished the drink.”

Crosshair instead took three long steps forward, eyes squinting at the drink you’d both created, “Ugh– looks like a dessert. You sure that’s coffee?”

“CROSS–”

He rolls his eyes so far back into his head they could’ve gotten lost back there, turns on his heel and leaves.

“So… were you flirting or…?”

He chuckles and whispers your name softly, reverently, “I’ve been flirting with you for a long while now, actually.”

“Really? I thought—”

“You think we have time for me to kiss you before they get back here?”

“God–I hope so!”

He needs no further encouragement, one hand pulls you flush against him, the other cradles your head and his fingers tangle in your hair. His mouth captures yours, pressing softly at first, the more insistently in response to your willingness. Your hands clutch at his shirt and you wish with all your might that you weren’t at work right now…

You hear a deep, from the depths of his being, sigh and Echo groans, “Can’t you two do that off the clock?”

“How about tonight, then?” Hunter asks, pulling away reluctantly, trailing his fingers slowly across your back as he releases you.

“Tonight. Yes.” Your response is stilted, biting your lip in expectation.

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cryptic-loser · 9 months

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Coffee Shop Cuteness

An OC x Canon Bugsnax fic!!

No warnings!!~

[Other than OC x Canon, I guess?? But eh-]

"I just- I don't know how to go about it." Alegander Jamfoot, a young barista, began explaining to his coworker. "I can't just ask her out, that would be.. weird-"

His slightly younger coworker blew some of their hair out of their face, glancing over at Alegander. They had tried to block out his endless rambling, but they had failed. They leaned further into the counter, raising their brow.

"And you're telling me, why?" They retorted, clearly not caring, much to the black-furred grumpuses annoyance.

"Because, Jashua, I was hoping you could help me?! You have a girlfriend, don't you??-" He huffed, waving his hands around like a mad grump, probably confusing the coffee shop patrons around them.

Jashua just shrugged in response, not knowing what to tell their coworker.

"Yeah, but she asked me out, man. I can't help you." They also didn't really care enough to help, but they chose to leave that part out.

Alegander sighed in defeat, slumping against the counter, muttering a quiet 'damnit' under his breath.

Jashua glanced over at him, pausing, before heavily sighing. They didn't really care, but they also didn't want to deal with their coworker sulking all day.

"Listen, Al, if you like her, just like.. give her your number or something!-" The moment they mentioned this, the grumpus' blue eyes lit up from under his glasses.

He quickly stood up straight, lightly slapping the counter as he did so, causing his coworker to glare at him with confusion.

"That's it! I'll write her a note telling her to call me, and give it to her the next time she comes in!" He laughed proudly at his idea. "It's genius!"

Jashua rolled their eyes, huffing another strand of hair out of their face as Alegander began to plan out his note, out loud.

"That's nice, Al." They muttered, not really paying attention.

For minutes, Alegander paced around behind the counter. Thankfully for him, there were barely any customers, so he could do this without being looked at like he was insane.

However, soon enough, a familiar pink furred Grumpus walked through the front doors. Jashua raised their brows, letting out a 'hm'.

"Hey, isn't that her?" They questioned, causing their older coworker to stop dead in his tracks.

"Pardon-" Alegander mumbled, his eyes IMMEDIATELY darting to the door.

And there she was. That brown eyed beauty that had snuck her way into his every thought.

Alegander could feel his heart jump into his throat. She was just as beautiful as last time she came in, and the time before that…

He quickly straightened himself out, adjusting his glasses, and trying to make sure he didn't look like a complete wreck. Afterall, he had to look presentable for this plan to hopefully work.

After a moment, she stepped up to the counter, a small smile on her face as she spoke.

"Oh, you again! Hi!" She had recognized him, almost sounding excited to see him. She.. she was happy to see him!

Alegander cleared his throat, a nervous smile forcing itself onto his lips.

"Yes, hello!- Welcome to Tim Grumptons, what can I get you?-" He managed to say, without sounding too anxious, much to his own delight.

"Oh, just the usual!-" She began to blurt out, before shaking her head slightly. "Sorry- Uhh- One small ice-" She was cut off by Alegander nodding with a grin.

"Small iced coffee with one pump of caramel?" He asked.

She seemed a little surprised that he had memorized her coffee order.. but it appeared to be a pleasant surprise, so that's good!

"Oh!- Uhh.. yeah, actually-!" She sort of laughed, covering her grinning mouth with her paw. Her laugh was so lovely.. like a chiming bell. Just another thing Alegander found enticing.

The black-furred grumpus grinned sheepishly, a little embarrassed at the fact he was able to memorize something so random.

He was horrid when it came to remembering things. Only reason he knew his coworkers' names was because they had name tags! So the fact he was able to remember that?

Just went to show how much this woman crossed his mind.

"Alright, one moment-! Coming right up, madam!-" He gave a quick thumbs up, before scurrying to the back to whip up the best grump damn iced coffee he ever made.

If he was gonna ask her out with a note, than he was going to make sure he impressed her aswell. He just wanted to make a good impression, that's all!

Whilst the coffee brewed, he began to write out his note. It had to be short, yet witty and charming enough to get her to give him even a slight chance.

He tapped his pen on the counter, staring down at the sticky note. Well, grump. He couldn't think of anything!

Alegander's mind raced, yet blanked all at the same time. He internally cursed himself for not being able to think of something, and went back to tending to the coffee.

All throughout the process of making the sweet, iced drink, the black-furred grump wracked his brain, trying to think of something, anything.

That's when it hit him. It was.. a little boring, a little too simple, but.. it just might work!

He placed the coffee cup down beside the post-it note, before he hurriedly jotted down his foolish attempt at a proposition.

Alegander soon strutted back out to the counter, trying to hide his nervousness, though it was obvious to anyone.

He cleared his throat, extending his paw to hand the pink woman her coffee.

"Here you go, ma'am-!" He grinned sheepishly, adjusting the collar of his shirt with his free paw.

The pink grumpus smiled, gently grabbing the cup from him. She didn't seem to notice the note yet. Oh no-

"Thank you-!" She pulled the coffee towards herself, pulling some money out of her purse, placing it on the counter. "Have a wonderful day!"

"You too!" Alegander nodded as she walked out, sipping her iced drink. He just hoped she would notice his note…

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Al's shift was coming to an end, so he and Jashua were cleaning up. He had been waiting all day for that pink-furred grump to send him a text, call him, anything!

He sighed sadly, wiping down the counter with a washcloth. His coworker glanced over at him.

"The grump are you so sad about?-" Jashua raised a brow, glancing at their black-furred colleague.

Alegander shrugged, frowning to himself. He felt so embarrassed, he knew it was a stupid idea-

"Hm. Still haven't gotten a call?" They asked, knowing for a fact he didn't get a call.

"Mmmmhm." The older barista nodded, just sort of leaning against the counter. He just looked kinda just.. done. "I knew it was a foolish idea-"

Jashua just shrugged back at him, giving him some half-assed words of encouragement as they walked out to the back, to take out the trash.

"Better luck next time." They scooped up a trash bag, before walking out to the dumpster.

Alegander huffed, tossing the damp washcloth into a bucket.

"Wow, thanks." He muttered, rolling his blue eyes. Just then, he heard his phone vibrate from his apron pocket.

His face lit up as he scrambled to pull it out, hoping, praying that it was her. Though, of course, he knew he was just getting his hopes up.

"Hello, this is Alegander Jamfoot- To whom am I speaking to?-" He sputtered out, not even bothering to read the caller ID.

If it wasn't her, than he'd just tell them he's busy at work, and he'll call them ba-

"Uhh, hi!- This is the girl who ordered the iced caramel coffee today?- And every other day-" She cleared her throat. "You wrote me a note, telling me to call you?-"

Alegander couldn't believe his ears. It- It was really her! She actually read it, she didn't throw it out-

But why was she just calling now? It was hours later, what took her so long?! He didn't care much, though, he was just happy his plan worked!

"Hello? I-Is this the wrong number?- Oh gosh, I'm so sorry, I must've miss-typed something-! My apol-" Alegander had realized he forgot to respond.

"Ah! N-No, no no! This is the right number! Sorry, I'm just- I'm surprised you actually called-" He let out a laugh, feeling rather embarrassed.

"Oh, good!-" She laughed aswell. That beautiful, chiming laugh. Al could feel his very soul melt right then and there. "You know, I had to hype myself up for like- 10 minutes before I called you, ehehe-! Is- Is that weird?-"

"No, I don't believe that's weird at all!-" He knew he would've done the same. "I mean, definitely not as weird as a barista randomly leaving you a note on your coffee-"

"Ohhh, I thought it was sweet!" Sweet? Oh, my.. that was definitely good!

Alegander couldn't help but grin like a giddy school boy. Jashua saw this as they walked back in, but they chose not to acknowledge it, simply walking past.

"Ah, good, good-!" He cleared his throat, before deciding to get to the point. "Soooo, ahh.. pardon me if this is a little forward, but.. are you free this Saturday..?-"

There was a short silence, filling Alegander with a sense of anxiety. Ohhhh no, he had screwed something up, for sure-

"... Are you asking me out on a date?-" The woman asked, after a few moments. Al's face dropped. He had definitely gone about this wrong-

"AH, UHM- WELL- I-It doesn't need to be a date, if you don't want-! I just think you seem rather nice, and I just- I want to try to get to know you more! Doesn't need to be anything special, just-" As he rambled on, he heard the woman begin to laugh again.

"Alegander-" She spoke softly, reassuringly. This made him stop his ongoing word spew.

"Y-Yes, ma'am..?-" He asked cautiously after a moment.

"I'm free on Saturday, yes.. maybe we can meet up and grab some lunch?" She suggested. It was like she had read his thoughts.

"Oh! Oh, good!" Alegander let out a sigh of relief.

"And please, call me Edyth!" Edyth… it was the most beautiful name he had ever heard. It suited her perfectly! It was like she was too good to be true!

His goofy grin returned to him as he leaned against the freshly cleaned and dried counter.

"Well, Edyth…" It just rolled off his tongue so perfectly… "Shall we discuss details over text?- I need to finish closing up, but I'll be done in about.."

He glanced at the clock, though it didn't really matter much.

"I'd say about 10 minutes! Sound good?" He questioned, pushing himself up off the counter.

"Sounds wonderful! I'm looking forward to it." Edyth chirped.

Alegander could see Jashua glaring at him from the corner of his eye, so he decided to try to wrap it up quickly.

"As am I! Now, as much as I enjoy this, my coworker looks about ready to take my head off-" He laughed. "So.. goodbye for now!"

"Alright, bye Al!" As if it couldn't get any better! She called him Al! Who knew such a simple nickname could send his heart aflutter?!

"Yes, yes, bye-bye-" He sputtered out, quickly hanging up. He felt bad for hanging up so swiftly, but he had panicked-

What a wonderful conversation! His mind raced with all the possible places they could meet up… he shouldn't get too excited, though. This would be a one-time thing, and they become friends, nothing more, nothing less.

Right? ;0]

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alkalinefrog · 2 years

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“I love you. Goodbye.”

@twiafom drew homunculus!Jack and it was so beautiful and the quote they chose was super poignant aslfkjsaldkf. It inspired me to TELL MORE OF THE STORY.

Quick background context, this is an FMA au and Hiccup lost half his heart trying to revive Jack bawwww :’’’D

#my art #hijack #jack frost #hiccup horrendous haddock lll #POKEDEX VOICE: THEY(ME) HURT THEMSELF IN THEIR (AGONY)#hey maybe hiccstrid happens after this and I can pretend to be normal for a hot sec laskdfjlasdfkj #HEY do you want LESS angst in your hijack FMA AU?? check out Twia's hijack week piece!! It's MUCH MORE UPLIFTING I LOVE IT #I'm planning a alchemist!Jack and mechanic!Hiccup drawing as we speak!#FLOWER/COFFEE SHOP AND PUNK/NERD ARE COMING I SWEAR #for those writing fics for this au you don't have to take this as the 'canon'!#your interpretations are just as good as mine and I'm so excited to see what you make!!!#feel free to take inspo if you want!#twia we spiraling #storyboards #rise of the guardians #how to train your dragon #hijack fma au

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the-grubdog · 4 months

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While playing Pikmin 4 yesterday, I got a dialoge from Chewy (unlocked after you complete her quest) where she says that Santi has a habit of jumping jobs when he runs into his "rival" (re: Bernard). We know they both worked for boxed lunch vendors in the past. Santi had gone on to be a fortune teller, cafe manager, and script writer (and maybe more I forget).

This thus implies that Bernard has ALSO had these jobs, or adjacent positions.

Shepard also says that Bernard became a pilot because of Santi, but was one before Santi was (having been his instructor). This doesn't really fit in with my main point it's just cute and I wanted to point it out.

These two have led FACINATING lives and we only get to see the tip of the iceberg with it. I need a spin-off comic just about these two, please.

#pikmin #bernard pikmin #santi pikmin #I think about them a normal amount (lie)#What if Bernard was an actor in one of Santi's movies #What if they had a coffee shop AU but it was canon #I wonder if Beaux was in any of Santi's movies #Or tv shows he may have been a screenwriter for a show idk #I need more about these two there's so much going on there

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veeluvss · 1 year

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jennifer.

jj x reader au

fluff

1k words

The rain was loud on the glass roof. Artificial light filled the coffee shop and everyone inside seemed miserable.

Apart from the blonde. From the corner of your eye, you could see her sitting in her chair, leaning over the desk - writing frantically in a large folder. The folder was pastel-coloured - matching her laptop case under her white Macbook. Her iced coffee seemed out of place for this sort of weather but it made sense to you, to her. She was an individual, not following the crowd. Over her lap, she had a white, knitted scarf which she must have worn through the awful weather.

You couldn’t take her eyes off her, the way her hair fell from her slender shoulders, framing her face. Every so often, she’d sigh, sit back, assess her writing and tuck a few strands behind her ear. She’d bite the inside of her cheek, checking over what she’d written before crossing it out or continuing. Sometimes, she’d look up out of the window, watching the odd car driving past in the storm. She’d purse her lips or furrow her eyebrows, assessing the storm clouds still rolling in. When lightning struck, you watched as she jumped slightly, taking her pen off the paper. She rubbed her fingers, which were peppered in golden rings, across her leggings. Occasionally, she’d look up and move her blue eyes around the shop, inspecting the dwindling customers.

You were the only one left now, apart from her. Growing in confidence, you raised from your chair and headed up to the counter.

“Hi, can I please have a caramel hot chocolate and whatever that pretty lady orders?” you smirked at the young girl behind the til.

“Shooting your shot? You’ve been staring at her all afternoon,” she teased. You couldn’t help but blush. Maybe it was a little obvious but she was beautiful. “She’s single by the way,” the server giggled, clicking away at the screen in front of her. “And very gay.” You smiled and nodded, appreciating the information.

Two minutes later, you walked through the coffee shop, your trainers hitting the laminated floor sounding louder than the thunder roaring outside. Her coffee was in your hand, your hot chocolate in the other and as you approached her, she began texting on her phone. You noticed the pink, sparkly phone charm hanging off the top corner, glittering in the lamplight.

“Hey,” you said, unable to conjure up anything else. You stood in front of her table, suddenly ridiculously vulnerable. Her head lifted and she tucked some hair behind her ear again.

“Hi?” she chuckled a little, looking around.

“I bought you a coffee. I noticed this one was finished,” you said. You put down the iced coffee and wiped the condensation on your t-shirt.

“Oh,” she laughed, a wide smile spreading on your face. It was like - like snow on christmas morning - so right and perfect. But at the same time, it was like a refreshing ice pop on a summer's day or pink blossoms falling in the spring. It was so encompassing and beautiful, you were a little bit blown away. “Thank you.” She added and you nodded, beginning to sway on your feet. “Would you like to sit down?” She chuckled, moving some of her things. She closed the folder and her laptop. She took her headphone out and placed them back into its pastel pink case. You smiled, everything matched so sweetly. You quickly took a seat and held your cup with both hands, smiling awkwardly.

“Awful weather, isn’t it?” you asked after a few moments which caused her to burst out laughing. It was infectious, so sweet, so pure and you couldn’t help but laugh along too.

“Terrible weather,” she giggled, agreeing.

“Are you studying?” you asked, referring to her textbooks and scattered highlighters across the second table.

“Yeah! For the FBI,” she smiled, picking one up and showing you. Your eyes went wide.

“Bit of a badass? Never would have guessed that,” you teased as you checked through the book. It was all about profiling, interviewing techniques, criminals, etc.

“My interview is tomorrow,” she smiled, sitting on her hands slightly. You smiled widely at her.

“I wish you the best of luck!” You replied and handed her back the book.

“Thank you,” she whispered, lowering her head slightly.

Suddenly, you collapsed into an easy-going conversation. You couldn’t remember what you talked about because you discussed so much. You told her about yourself, about your home life and what you did during the days. She told you how she’d wanted to be in the FBI since she was a little girl. She told you all about the work she’d be doing, about what she’d been learning. She showed you diagrams, drew you diagrams. You couldn’t get enough of her sweet voice, like honey. She was beautiful and talking about something she was so passionate about was even more beautiful.

“Hey Jay,” the cashier said suddenly. You turned around. Your name wasn’t Jay.

“Yeah?” the pretty girl said, looking up.

“Wrap up the date hunni, it’s closing time.” You blushed suddenly. You hit on her in front of her friend. You noticed the blonde blush in front of you and you giggled a little, not able to cover up your own either.

“I guess we need to wrap it up,” she whispered, looking back at you.

“Perhaps I can finish learning about preferential killers another time?” You teased, helping her back up her man, many items. She smiled at that.

“We haven’t even gotten to the best bit,” she smirked. She swung her bag over her shoulder and picked up her now empty coffee cup.

Just like that, she was by the door, arm wrapped in her friend’s. Thankfully it had stopped raining now, the clouds had cleared and blue peeked through. You walked out with them, heading towards your car as they headed towards one of their own. Then it hit you, you turned suddenly.

“What’s Jay short for?” You asked.

“Jennifer.” She replied, sending you a large smile as she dipped into the passenger seat. Jennifer. How perfect.

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