#barista!kurt

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Author:  Switch842

Rating:  M

Status:  Completed in March 2013

Word Count:  22,046

Summary:  Kurt Hummel has finally made it to New York, but nothing has worked out the way he imagined. Lonely and scared in the big city, Kurt turns to the internet to help him meet his needs. What happens when the literal man of his dreams walks into Kurt's life?

Tropes/Genre:  model!Blaine, alternate meeting, barista!Kurt, NYC!Klaine

Lynne’s review:  Hot damn. This was hot af and sweet and romantic. Absolutely loved it!

Read at:  AO3 or [PDF]

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normal kurt vs image inducer kurt

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Favorite Fanfics (108/?): treading water by @kurtsascot

[scrunchie-87]

i had either the best or worst idea: heathers coffee shop!au

b u t

The coffee shop is a cat cafe 🤯🤯🤯

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Got That Coffee Shop Love [Klaine Secret Santa 2024]

Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel Chapters: 1/1 [Complete] Word Count: 4,150 Rating: Teen&Up Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Different First Meeting, Christmas Fluff, Barista!Kurt, Pianist!Blaine, Broadway!Kurt, Teacher!Blaine, Background Rachel/Jesse, Background Mercedes/Sam Summary: Kurt is a Broadway actor working as a barista whenever he isn't booked for a show. Blaine is a high school music teacher that takes a job as a coffeehouse pianist for some extra cash while his school is on Winter Break. Author Notes: Written for the @klainesecretsanta2024 Gift Exchange as a gift for @kurtwarbler. I also attempted to make a photo edit/manip to accompany the story which is below. Hope you enjoy your gift! 🎄🎁 :) Original Post Date: December 2024

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Art: @esilher   Fic: @mynonah  Thank you so much @bossymarmalade for the quick beta reading! <3  You can read it on AO3

Winter Magic (Part 2) → (Please read Part 1 first here )

“Wait… You think I’m a spy?” Kurt’s eyes widened.

Blaine raised an eyebrow, and Kurt noticed the tension in Blaine’s body at the question.

“Aren’t you?” He asked harshly.

“Of course not! I just told you I work at Vogue.” Kurt replied. “And if you happen to find a coffee shop with that name, please let me know, because I’m pretty sure that name is trademarked.” Kurt snapped. “God, I just…”

“You just…?” Blaine interrupted impatiently, leaning forward in his chair.

Kurt sighed. “I made a bet with my roommate,” he spat out. “We made a bet on whether I could reproduce our favorite winter coffee at home,” Kurt explained. “Her birthday is the deadline. Which is tomorrow, by the way," he added sadly.

Blaine sat back in his chair and tried to process what he had just heard. He studied Kurt’s disappointed expression, wondering if he should believe him.

“You could have just taken a cup of Winter Magic home and put it in a mug, you know.”

“That’s cheating!” Kurt said indignantly. “And I know I can do it.” he added confidently, taking a sip of his coffee. His eyebrows immediately furrowed.

“Are you sure?” The barista asked and Kurt put down his coffee, pursing his lips.

Blaine shook his head, turned his attention back to his coffee, scraping the seam of the paper cup as he thought about it. He took another sip and sighed.

“What did you bet?” He asked, still staring at his coffee.

Kurt looked up at Blaine hopefully. “If I lose, I’ll have to do all the dishes in the evenings.”

“Forever?”

“As long as we’re roommates, yes.”

“Ugh,” Blaine groans sympathetically. “And what if you win?”

“Rachel can’t start warming up her vocal cords before 6am. And I need my beauty sleep, Blaine!” Kurt looked at him meaningfully.

For a moment, a warm feeling filled Blaine’s chest. It happened every time he thought Kurt remembered his name before he realized he was wearing a name tag. Finally, he looked at Kurt again, and seeing the miserable look on Kurt’s face, he couldn’t help but laugh. Okay, he’s probably not a spy, Blaine decided. Thank God… 

“You use too much cinnamon.”

“I like cinnamon.”

Blaine smiled. “Noted. I’ll definitely think about it next time.” He took another sip. “Otherwise, it’s quite good,” he added.

“I know," Kurt replied, as if nothing could be more obvious. “But it’s not the same as yours.”

“No, it’s not. But… I think you’re missing just one ingredient.”

Kurt looked at Blaine excitedly. He leaned forward over his table, his eyebrows raised in question. Blaine leaned forward too, close enough that their faces almost touched. 

“I guess if I told you, that would be cheating too,” he whispered.

“Shit!” Kurt growled. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “You’re right,” he grumbled. 

“I’m sorry,” the barista smiled. “But don’t be hard on yourself, this recipe has many elements.”

“I don’t understand,” Kurt shook his head. “I’ve used soy milk, I added star anise, ginger, nutmeg, hazelnut syrup, cloves, cinnamon, cocoa nibs, turmeric and saffron, a touch of chili, pumpkin syrup…”

“I’m impressed, by the way.”

“What am I missing?” Kurt asked, sounding desperate. “Some exotic spice that I couldn’t find even if I looked for it?”

Blaine laughed, but stopped when he realized it was making Kurt look even more miserable. He took another sip of his coffee and leaned a little closer. “How did you get the proportions so right?”

“Well, I could lie and say it was easy, but since you know I’ve been suffering with this for weeks now…” he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment.

“Kurt, I’ll be honest. I know seasoning isn’t atomic physics, but I’ve been working on these specialties for months to get the perfect balance of ingredients and make them all special, something the customer can’t get anywhere else. You copied our best-selling coffee specialty in two weeks.”

“Well, I did not, did I? I missed something.” Kurt grumbled.

Blaine smiled and twirled the cup absentmindedly in his hand. “I want to know how you did it.”

Kurt shrugged. “I’m pretty good with spices.”

“I can see that.”

“I like to cook and bake, that’s all. I’ve experimented a lot since I was a kid, it’s just fun. There’s not much difference between trying to find a new character for a cookie and this,” Kurt pointed to his coffee and the spices. “It drives me crazy.”

Blaine watched as Kurt tensely organized the small jars in front of him. He was really impressed that Kurt had gotten this far in figuring out his recipe. Blaine was already convinced that the guy in front of him wasn't a spy. He believed him, and he knew that Kurt would soon figure out the last ingredient.

Blaine sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Tell me what spices you use in your favorite cookies.”

Kurt opened his mouth to reflexively say no, since he never shared his recipes with anyone, except Carole. But he froze when he realized that it probably wouldn’t be fair to say no at this point.

Blaine noticed Kurt's hesitation and raised an eyebrow. “Is that a secret, Kurt?” He asked, amused. He leaned closer to Kurt across the table, a playful smile appearing on his face. “I think you owe me that much, Kurt.”

Kurt shook his head, but smiled back at the barista. He opened his mouth to speak, but Blaine cut him off by raising his hand.

“Wait,” he said, and grabbed Santana’s arm as she was about to walk past them. He whispered something in her ear, she nodded and walked on. “I’m listening now,” Blaine turned back to Kurt.

“My favorite recipe is actually quite simple,” Kurt began, playing with the paper cup in front of him, his eyes on the coffee. Cinnamon dominates, of course. No surprise,” he glanced up at Blaine for a second, who smiled at him and nodded encouragingly. “I use cardamom, ginger, vanilla, a little cumin, it gives it character, and…” Kurt’s eyes widened as he finally put the last piece of the puzzle in place. “I can’t believe it,” he looked up at Blaine, who was grinning at him. 

“You’re welcome,” Blaine said, then drank the rest of his coffee, picked up the empty cups and stood up.

“How could I have missed it?!” Kurt shook his head in disbelief.

“It was too easy, I guess. And it doesn’t dominate at all. I’m not a fan of it, but if you use just a very small amount it can balance out the other spices.” Blaine explained. “I have to go back now.”

“Of course.” Kurt nodded and thanked him.

The moment Blaine left the table, another tray landed in front of Kurt with a freshly brewed, steaming cup of espresso, hot water and a vanilla bar next to them.

"Boss ordered this for you. It’s on the house," the waitress said before disappearing among the tables.

-

A few minutes later, Blaine spotted Kurt at the counter, and he couldn’t help but smile at him. 

“Did it work?” he asked as he walked up to Kurt.

“I don’t know yet.”

Blaine looked at Kurt then down at the coffee cup questioningly.

“You tell me,” Kurt said, placing the cup in front of Blaine. “I made this one for you.”

“Thank you.” Blaine smiled in surprise. Slowly, he raised the cup to his lips, and keeping eye contact with Kurt, took a sip of the coffee. He’s nervous, Blaine observed. Cute.

“So?”

Another sip, just to be sure. 

“Wow. It’s perfect, Kurt. It really is.”

“Really?” Kurt jumped with excitement, making Blaine laugh. “Thanks for helping me.”

“I didn’t do anything, you figured it out on your own,” Blaine shrugged. “And you know, if you were looking for a job…” Blaine started, and he realized he was only half joking. But Kurt laughed. 

“No, I’m not. But with this offer you’ve convinced me, I guess the coffee turned out really good,” he said. 

They said goodbye before Kurt headed for the door.

As Kurt walked out of the coffee shop, Blaine leaned against the counter and drank the rest of his coffee. He stared at the empty cup in his hand, lost in thought and smiled. He wondered when he would see Kurt again. He hoped he would come back. Even if Blaine just helped him make his favorite coffee at home, so he had no reason to... 

Oh, shit. 

The thought knocked him out of his good mood. I should have asked for his number. He was wondering how many men named Kurt could work at Vogue, and if trying to find out what would be considered stalking, when Santana appeared next to him.

“I’m an idiot,” he groaned.

“Yes, you are, Boss,” she said, patting him on the shoulder. “But at least he’s not,” she added as she reached over and swirled the cup in Blaine’s hand, revealing the handwriting on the other side.

* * * Free refills, anytime! :) Kurt (555) 555-5555

[porcelainvino]

hello ! not sure if ur still doing the klaine art requests, but if u are, can i please request a barista kurt / customer blaine sketch please ? <3 no pressure tho !!

yippee

(if anyone wants me to draw a klaine-related sketch, send in an ask :3)

[adhdkiramman]

hello, i’m van!!! i’m a transmasc butch lesbian studying english at my university!! first and foremost, zionists and terfs and the like, fuck off!

while i’ve been active in tumblr and twitter fandoms before, i’m starting fresh on a new account because it has been several years. i never really planned on coming back to this kind of blog, but i’ve been super hyperfixated on arcane, and i really want to engage with some more content creators!! i’m also working on several caitvi fics, including a multi-chapter college au!! find my work on my ao3 linked below and in my bio!!!

if it seems like we’d get along/you’re interested in my writing, let’s be mutuals! feel free to send questions or fic requests to my inbox or shoot me a dm!

the format of this is very rudimentary, so i'll be making a more complete list soon, but these are some of my interests:

shows: arcane, yellowjackets, over the garden wall, she-ra, bojack horseman, the bear, killing eve, sex lives of college girls, wynonna earp, pantheon... i love lesbians and beautiful animation!

movies: horror movies, go fish, i saw the tv glow, clerks, bottoms, but i'm a cheerleader, portrait, jordan peele films, juno, jennifer's body, the substance, the watermelon woman, and more! i love horror, lesbians, 90s indie films, etc.

video games: the last of us pt. 1 and 2, god of war, cyberpunk 2077, red dead redemption 1 and 2, night in the woods, batman arkham trilogy, assassin's creed, and more!

music: lucy dacus, elliott smith, pavement, the silver jews, fiona apple, ween, kendrick lamar, megan thee stallion, ethel cain, rainbow kitten surprise, doechii, mf doom, big thief, adrienne lenker, mazzy star, indigo de souza, boygenius, belle and sebastion, japanese breakfast, sufjan stevens, noah kahan, chappell roan, julia jacklin, and sooooo much more!!!! please send me music recs!!!

some of my favorite author is kurt vonnegut! but i am also a great lover of essays, classics, creative nonfiction, and american modernist stage plays. some of my favorite plays off the top of my head are death of a salesman by arthur miller, our town by thorton wilder, and the glass menagerie by tennessee williams! as a full-time student and part-time barista, among other things, i do not get to read for pleasure nearly as often as i did in childhood. however, i’m always down to discuss literature and take recommendations!

[fritz-federleicht]

Kurt Cobain with a soulmate au with the writing on the arm thing? like he would write random lyrics on his arm not thinking about it and the reader would be confused because none of it makes sense but then it clicks like oh this guy is a musician and why does it sound like nirvana music? or maybe the reader is an artist and would draw flowers or something on their arm and Kurt would think it’s super cute? I know I'm rambling but I had this idea and I wasn’t sure how to write it XD

Dumb/ Kurt Cobain x reader

Notes: Thank you for the idea

Words: 956

You're in a small record store that is also a cafe. You stand in front of a huge shelf and browse through it, looking for new records. Soft music plays in the background to which you hum.

The bell above the door rings as it opens. You look up briefly. A lanky man with blond hair enters the store and sits down at one of the three tables in the corner. He orders a coffee from Max, the store owner and barista.

You concentrate again on the shelf in front of you.

A short time later, you stand at the counter. "Hey Max, can I have a latte? You know where to find me?"

"Hi Y/N, of course." Already he turns around and does his job.

You walk over to the tables. No one is sitting there except the blond man. He stares at his exposed arm. When he notices that someone is approaching him, he lifts his gaze.

His face is somehow familiar. You have probably seen him here before.

You sit down at the table next to him, put the records you found in front of you and look at the covers.

"Here Y/N, your latte."

"Thanks Max." You grin at him. He goes back behind the counter.

You immediately take a sip. You can't help but look to the blond.

He is writing intently on his arm. Since you sit relatively close to him you can read what he writes.

'Skin the sun, fall asleep

Wish away, the soul is cheap'

You frown. What does that mean? You look into his eyes, into those ocean blue eyes. Then you remember who he is. Kurt Cobain, the lead singer of Nirvana!

You don't want to disturb him, he deserves some peace. But you're also interested in what the lyrics mean.

"Hey sorry to bother you. I saw you writing something on your arm. What does it mean?"

"Oh, that." He points to his arm. "I don't know. It just popped into my head." He looked at you, thinking. "Do we know each other?"

You laugh. "I thought so too but no. I'm just in the store more often. We've probably seen each other here but never talked."

"Now that you mention it. You're always standing in front of all those records aren't you?"

"Yes, always looking for bargains. Mind if I join you? Only if you want to, of course." You ask shyly.

"Yeah sure. Have a seat." You settle down across from him.

"So what are you going to do with the text?" You point to his arm.

"You know I'm a singer. Do you know Nirvana?" He looks at you questioningly.

You grin. "Do I know Nirvana? Absolutely! I love them." You say. Who doesn't know Nirvana? Then you go on. "I know who you are, too. I just didn't want to be rude earlier and bother you with any questions about the band. You probably hear them way too much."

He takes a sip of his coffee and leans back in his chair, smiling. "Well, tell me your name first."

"Y/N."

Kurt straightens back up and extends his lanky hand to you. "Nice to meet you Y/N."

You take his hand. "Nice to meet you too Kurt."

"So, Y/N, I'm writing a new song." He stares thoughtfully at his arm. "But maybe I'll scrap this lyrics."

"Why? They're good. I don't understand anything, but they're really good."

He laughs. "Let's see." His blue eyes look back into yours. "You know I love writing my songs here."

"Isn't it a little risky? I mean it's a record store. Shouldn't there be Nirvana fans hanging out here all the time?"

"On the contrary. The store is so unknown that almost no one ever enters. That's why it's so quiet here." He brushes a strand of hair out of his face.

You look at him challengingly. "What if I tell everyone you've been hanging around?"

He laughs, "I don't think you would."

"Why?"

"Fans would come here looking for me. They'll see I'm not here and buy all your records instead."

You clutch your chest in mock concern. "You're right. I'd better not do that then."

"That's what I thought. Besides, I wouldn't set foot in this store, and we'd never see each other again." He waits for your reaction.

You look at him with your mouth open. "What?"

He repeats himself. "We would never see each other again."

You hold your cup. "I get that... But you want to see me again?"

He smiles. "I don't know. I like you."

You stare at him.

"Okay Y/N. I've got to go now. Give me your hand."

You obey and hold your hand in front of him.

He starts writing numbers on it. "Call me. Then we can have a date."

Kurt finishes his coffee and puts the empty cup on the table.

"I'll hear from you?"

You nod. "I'll call you."

You say goodbye to each other. Kurt joins Max at the counter and pays. He then leaves the record store. The bell rings.

You take a big sip from your cup. Kurt Cobain just gave you his number. The famous Kurt Cobain!

You call him the same day. You hit it off right away. Quickly you get together and are the new dream couple among celebrities. Nirvana fans love you, they see how happy you make Kurt.

He left the lyrics he had written on his arm in the song Dumb and didn't take it out. The song means a lot to you, because it reminds you of your first meeting in the record store.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Could you recommend au meeting fics? Sort of like Crema verse vibes.

Hello - we do have barista!blaine or barista!Kurt

or even coffee shop if you specifically want barista stories. ~Jen

Here are some, other than Crema verse.

Ad Eros by the Cimmerians

 Kurt grows up. Blaine does too.

Careful, The Beverage You Are About To Enjoy is Extremely Hot by munchkinpandas

“He read somewhere that it was one of Starbucks’ brilliant marketing strategies to maintain at least one completely dreamy (gorgeous, ravishing, steamy, prettiest of the pretty) guy behind the counter at any given shift. Nicely done, Starbucks. It seemed Kurt found his absolute favorite.”

[holdmytesseract]

Hello bestie I am back with another request 👀🎉

Magnus crushing on a barista and a robber coming into the coffee shop and him coming to her rescue 🥹👀

Knight With Curls and Blue Eyes

Magnus Martinsson x fem!Reader

Summary: Magnus has a crush on you - a barista. When the coffee shop you are working in gets robbed, the curly haired policeman is more than eager to save and protect you...

Warnings: police things, guns, bit of violence, blood? robbery of a coffee shop, fluuuuff!

Word Count: 3,1k

a/n: Since I'm going to go on holidays on Tuesday and therefore won't be as active for a few days, I thought I'm giving y'all a bit of Magnus to read. 😊

That oneshot was SO much fun to write! 🥰 Magnus, our sweet little meow meow. 🥹 Hope y'all like it - especially you, bestie @muddyorbsblr ! I think you are probably in need of a bit Magnus fluff at the moment. 😉🥺

Also, please go easy on me, guys. I haven't written for Magnus that much yet. I hope it's good, though. 🥺

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"Do you really think this is the best strategy?" Magnus asked his colleague, as he looked through the binocular; gaze undoubtedly directed out of the car window and focused on the small seaside cottage. His question stayed unanswered, causing him to frown and peel his eyes away from the object in his hands. "Kurt?"

Looking over at the driver seat of the detective's black Volvo, Magnus noticed that said detective had fallen asleep. Unable to suppress a small laugh, "Kurt. Hey, Kurt." the young policeman gently hit the older man's arm, causing him to literally wake with a start. Alarmed, Kurt looked around; anticipating the worst. "What is it?! Did you see something?!" The man with the curly haired mane on his head chuckled. "No, it's nothing. You fell asleep. I just thought I should wake you up." Kurt groaned; running a hand over his face. "Dear god, Martinsson..." Magnus rubbed his neck; "Sorry." smiling uptight. "But hey, I told you to get more sleep!" "I'm trying! It's just not that easy..."

A strange atmosphere spread throughout the car after the experienced man's words. Magnus knew what Kurt was talking about. The last years hadn't been easy and not always kind to him. It also caused silence to fall over them; both policemen just staring out of the windows and observing their main suspects cottage - until Magnus decided to 'break the ice' again.

"You up for some coffee? I feel like we could both use one, eh?" Kurt's gaze fell on the younger man again; a small smile tugging at his lips. He nodded; starting the engine of the car. "This is the first reasonable thing you're saying today, Magnus," Kurt remarked; teasing his colleague. Magnus just shook his head with a smile.

No ten minutes later, Kurt pulled up the car bedside the cosy, little coffee shop, which wasn't far from Ystad's småbåtshamn - and the police station. It was the go-to coffee shop for the policemen and women. Nobody knew why, it just became some kind of tradition. A habit.

The detective stopped the car and turned off the engine, before he nodded at his colleague. "You know how I drink my coffee." Magnus blinked; pointing at himself. "You want me to get the coffee?" "You suggested it. Besides, I'm the driver." A groan left the curly haired man's lips. "But I'm always doing the coffee run..." Not without reason, Kurt stated in his head. Instead of saying what was on his mind, though, he just shrugged his shoulders; trying desperately to hide a smile. "Well, I guess you're the chosen one."

"Fine," Magnus grumbled underneath his breath and unbuckled his seat belt, before he got out of the car and crossed the road to enter the coffee shop.

Kurt, who stayed seated in the car, had a victorious smile displayed on his face. He knew exactly what he had done. After all, it was no secret throughout the - meanwhile whole police station, that the young policeman had a massive crush on the cute and extraordinarily kind barista, who worked in that very coffee shop. Magnus was very bad at hiding it. Let's put it that way. Everybody noticed, but Magnus didn't notice that they had noticed. He may have been aware of the crush he had, but that his colleagues always send him on the coffee run because of that hadn't occurred in his mind yet.

Feeling his hands already getting sweaty - like every time when he looked through the big window pane and saw her standing behind the counter, he wiped his palms off on the dark blue fabric of his jeans. Tucking his white shirt properly back inside his jeans after and giving himself a short once-over, Magnus stepped through the glass door. The little bell above the door announced his presence. Usually, the so popular coffee shop was very crowded; filled to the brim with people, but not in that very moment. Well, it was late in the morning and the most Swedes were at work. He stepped closer; watched with a soft smile how you handed a steaming mug on a tray to an elderly woman.

"Varsågod, fru Olsson." The woman smiled; taking the small tray with a slightly shaking hand. "Tack så mycket, min kära." You smiled brightly. "Ni är hjärtligt välkomna. Njut av ditt te." The woman stepped away then, passing by the young policeman. "God morgon," Magnus greeted the woman; tipping his head with a smile. He may be of a younger generation, but he still had manners. The woman looked at him with a smile, "God morgon, unge man." and passed him by to sit onto one of the comfortable benches. The man watched her for a moment, before he turned his attention towards the counter. Towards you.

You already greeted him with that sweet smile; causing the curly haired policeman's knees to go weak. You recognised him of course by now. He was a regular customer. "Oh god morgon, herr polisman," you said in a cheerful, happy voice. You never failed to make Magnus smile. Always a ray of sunshine. It made his heart skip a beat. "What can I get you today? The usual, or something different?"

Magnus just stared into your breathtakingly beautiful face for a moment; noticing how your Y/E/C eyes sparkled with joy as you spoke. Your hair was bound together as always. You wore your black apron as always, but you didn't wear a white blouse underneath today - like he noticed. Your blouse was a soft, light blue. Oh fuck, he thought; catching himself staring. I'm in so deep.

"H-Hey, um, god morgon, I..." He stammered; losing his composure for a moment. "No. Not the usual today, I'm afraid." Magnus quickly tried to turn the corner; giving you a dazzling smile. "I'm on patrol with my colleague, so... It's just the two of us." "Ahh, I see," she said; wiping her hands off on the apron. "Well, your wish is my command." The policeman couldn't help but smile again. "One black coffee please and-" "One coffee with cream and two sugars, right?" You chimed in; interrupting him and already went to work. Magnus just blinked at you. She remembers how I like my coffee... She remembers!

You saw his distraught face; immediately thinking that you did something wrong. Clearly it was disrespectful to interrupt the sweet and kind policeman with the untamed, blonde-brown curls. "I shouldn't have interrupted you. I'm so sorry, I-" "No!" Magnus jumped in on an instant. "No... It's alright. I'm just stunned that you remember." He admitted with a soft chuckle; cheeks turning red. Your body relaxed again. "Well, I always remember, Mr. Martinsson. You come here very often, you know." That was true. "Well, yeah, I... My colleagues always condemn me to do the coffee run..." You giggled - it was like music in Magnus's ears; "I noticed." and placed two cups of coffee on the counter in front of him. "One black coffee and one coffee with cream and two sugars to go." He smiled, paid and took the cups in his big, veiny hands. "Thank you." You mirrored his smile. "You're welcome. Enjoy the coffee and have a great day." "Thanks. You too." With his eyes still lingering on you, Magnus turned to leave and almost ran against the door, because he couldn't tear his gaze apart from you. He noticed it in the last second, though, before it was too late. You hadn't seen any of it, because you were already busy with the next customer's order. Cursing under his breath, he made his way out of the coffee shop and back to the car.

After handing Kurt his cup of black coffee through the opened window, he rounded the car and got in the vehicle. "What took you so long?" Magnus shrugged; taking a sip. "Had to wait."

Kurt answered nothing; started the engine instead and drove off - smirking. Something that slipped Magnus notice. Unbeknownst to him, Kurt had witnessed everything...

"No, I think we can't exclude Svensson," Kurt stated; looking at his team. They were all seated in the small conference room. It was late in the evening. Everybody sat on a chair around the big, quadratic table; except for Magnus. He was leaning against a desk; arms crossed.

"But he has a watertight alibi, Kurt," countered Ann-Britt - another detective. "Yes, but his motives are clear and I don't trust this. I'm going to-" The loud ringing of a telephone cut suddenly through the air; interrupting the older man. "Magnus, telephone," Kurt said; looking at his younger colleague and sending him - like so often, to pick up the call. With a sigh and internally rolling his eyes; the curly haired man made his way to the desk on which the ringing telephone was located, while the others kept on discussing.

"Ystad Police, Magnus Martinsson."

"H-Hello? I-I need h-help."

Magnus's face fell; facial expressions derailing. He knew that voice. He'd recognise it everywhere. It was hushed and quiet, but it was undoubtedly yours. It sent a jolt through his heart.

"Okay, stay calm. Tell me what happened." The young man tried to stay calm as well - which wasn't exactly easy, given the fact that his crush was on the phone - and obviously in danger.

"I-I closed the s-shop a-and went to... to the backroom to do a f-few things, b-but-" Your voice became silent.

Unbeknownst to Magnus, you sat huddled in the little broom closet inside the coffee shop; shaking like a leaf in the wind - and now holding your breath, since you heard steps. And they got closer.

"Y/N?!" The worried policeman's voice brought you back. "S-Someone's here. I-I can't t-talk."

Magnus thought so. He had quickly connected the dots and was already grabbing his jacket. "Okay, Y/N, listen to me... Try to stay calm. We're on the way." "O-Okay," he heard your quiet, but ragged and shaky voice through the phone; causing his heart to clench.

The young policeman quickly hung up, slipped in his jacket and ran back towards the conference room; interrupting his colleagues. "We have to go! There's a robbery going on!" Not hesitating for another minute, Magnus checked on his gun and grabbed the car keys. He was already marching off to the door, when Kurt came running after him. "Magnus! Magnus wait!" The curly haired man stopped in his tracks; turning to face the older man. "Where? Where is a robbery going on and what is even happening here?" "The coffee shop."

Kurt's eyes widened.

"The coffee shop?" "Yes. Y/N was on the phone. She needs help. I have to go." With that sentence, Magnus's already obvious crush became even more obvious. Now Kurt knew for sure - and before he could answer something, his colleague had already walked off again. Kurt cursed underneath his breath and followed him again. "Damn it, Martinsson!" He yelled after him; catching just so up to Magnus. "Have you forgotten everything you learned?! You can't act so headless now, only to play the knight in shining armour!" The experience policeman placed a hand on his younger colleague's shoulder; holding him back once again.

"If we are really dealing with a robbery here, we have to act careful. Not headless. I know you want to save her - and we will, but we do it right. Okay?" Magnus's breathing was quick and unsteady; adrenaline flooding his veins, but he nodded. "Okay."

So, they did.

About ten minutes later, Magnus, Kurt and quite a few other policemen were ready to storm the coffee shop. Now dressed in a bulletproof vest and gun in hands, the curly haired man stood pressed against the wall beside the backdoor of the shop. His heart was beating fast; as if it had to win a marathon.

Not that he didn't do all this before, but... This was different.

Exchanging a nod with Nils - his colleague, they quietly entered the shop through the backdoor. Taking step after step; Magnus's breathing quickened. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Lurking around the corner, inside the only room down that little hallway, Magnus saw a man. Dressed in all black. A mask over his head. He was rummaging through a little box with one hand. The other was outstretched; holding a gun and- The young man's eyes widened. It was pointed towards you. You sat on a chair; hands nestled in your lap. Your bottom lip wobbled dangerously. You were visibly afraid and tried hard to make not a single sound or god forbid, cry.

"Damnit," Magnus whispered quietly under his breath. He wanted to storm that room right then and there, but he knew better. He knew he should do as he was 'taught'. So, he kept looking out for any signal Kurt - who was entering the shop from the other side, could be giving him. And when he saw it, everything happened so fast...

Gun ready to shoot, the policeman stormed the room; followed by his colleagues. "Polisen!" Magnus shouted; pointing his gun at the man - who was visibly shocked and surprised that he was caught. "Släpp vapnet!"

The robber froze for a moment, but then the realisation kicked in - and he loaded his gun; pointing it straight to your head. "Försvinn, annars skjuter jag henne!" Yelled the man back; stepping dangerously closer to you. Magnus clenched his jaw; hearing you wince and watching how the first tears escaped the corners of your eyes. He was losing his patience.

"Jag sa släpp vapnet," he snarled. The robber didn't move a muscle - and Magnus lost it; too afraid that something might happen to the woman he harboured feeling for since such a long time. Everybody seemed to hold their breaths. You, Kurt, the other policemen - except Magnus. He was high on adrenaline. High on emotion. Nobody had seen the young man act like that before. Not even Kurt. So they were all stunned.

"Nu!" Magnus shouted - in vain. He saw the man's finger twitch against the trigger - but Magnus was faster and shot the man in his left leg, before he could shoot you. Crying out in pain, the criminal sunk to the floor.

While Kurt and two other men dragged the wincing man off the floor and walked him off, the curly haired man literally threw his weapon away and stumbled towards your side; checking in on you immediately. "Y/N! Y/N, are you alright?!" You were still shaking and crying; the shock was profound. The policeman squatted down in front of you; worried blue eyes looking into your Y/E/C. "Hey..." He spoke softly. You began to nod slowly. "Y-Yeah, I think so. I-I'm just-" "Shocked. I know." Magnus finished your sentence. His oceanic blues calmed you down; functioned like an endless pool of calmness in which you could drown in.

"Do you want me to get an ambulance, to check on you? Or should I call somebody?" You shook your head. "I... I could go to my p-parents." Magnus nodded; thinking that it was a good idea. You shouldn't be alone tonight. Of course, he'd gladly volunteer to stay with you and look after you, but... No, no. That would most likely be crossing the line. "I-I don't want t-to be alone tonight." You whispered; wiping a stray tear away. "Yes, you shouldn't... I can give you a lift home?" Glassy, red eyes were meeting his once more. Ugh, how he'd love to hug you right now. "Y-You would do that?" Cuddle up in bed with you, pull you against his chest and tell you that everything is going to be alright, because he's here to protect you. He'd always be. "Sure." Magnus gentlemanly helped you stand up and escorted you towards the door. "Kurt, I-" The older man was standing beside his car; typing away on his phone. When he heard his colleague calling out his name and saw what was going on, he nodded, "Of course, Martinsson." and interrupted him with a smile. Magnus knew that look on Kurt's face and had a hard time to stop himself from blushing.

He opened the passenger door of his police car for you to sit inside, before he rounded the vehicle to join you and driving you home - or well... To your parent's home.

Arrived there, he parked the car and killed the engine. "There we are." The light was still on inside the little, cosy looking Swedish house.

"Thank you," your soft voice was urging to his ears once more and when he turned his head to look at you, he saw nothing but pure thankfulness and relief in your face. "For driving me home a-and especially for saving me. You are definitely my knight in shining armour now, herr polisman." During the car ride, you had visibly calmed down. Sure, you were still troubled after what had just happened, but it was better now; being in the safety of the sweet and kind policeman.

Magnus had again a hard time to not blush. This time because of your words. "Magnus. My name is Magnus." Magnus... You couldn't help but smile a little. Handsome name for a handsome man.

Magnus, telling you his name reminded you of something... "How... How did you know my name?" The curly haired man chuckled softly beside you; hands fumbling nervously in his lap. "Well... I, I heard your name being called the first time when I walked into the coffee shop and I, um, I couldn't forget it - you since then..." This time, he couldn't stop his cheeks from turning pink.

Your eyes widened. "Oh, really?" Magnus nodded; awkwardly. "Uh.Huh." And you? You just smiled; tucking a loose strand behind your ear. "Well, Magnus..." The way you rolled his name off your tongue send a shiver down his spine. It sounded so right. "We should go, eat something together sometime." His heartbeat immediately sped up when he heard that. "Is... Is that... Are you asking me out for a date?" Your smile widened. "Perhaps..."

Translation:

småbåtshamn – marina

Varsågod, fru Olsson. – There you go, Mrs. Olsson.

Tack så mycket, min kära. – Thank you very much, my dear.

Ni är hjärtligt välkomna. Njut av ditt te. – You are most welcome. Enjoy your tea.

God morgon (unge man). – Good morning (young man).

herr polisman – officer

polisen – police

(Jag sa) släpp vapnet – (I said) drop that gun!

Försvinn, annars skjuter jag henne! – Piss off, or I'm going to shoot her!

Nu! – Now!

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-03-08

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Magnus Martinsson stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ After Hours by glxssylaufey • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After a long day at the office, you and your boyfriend Magnus return home. Not wanting to interrupt your relaxation, Magnus helps himself to relieve the stresses of the day."

✑ Bunnies in the Rain￨Prt. II by villainousshakespeare • 18+ • 〔F〕 •

Summary: When your car breaks down on the drive back from a court appearance in another jurisdiction, you and Magnus […]

✑ Confessions of a Drunk Detective by winterfrostlovetriangle • 〔F〕 •

Summary: A few hours after responding to a drunken disturbance, Magnus shows up at your flat, absolutely smashed and causing a disturbance of his own.

✑ Evidence by yespolkadotkitty • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: Things get heated in the evidence room of Ystad police station.

✑ Knight with Curls and Blue Eyes by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Magnus has a crush on you—a barista. When the coffee shop you are working in gets robbed, the curly haired policeman is more than eager to save and protect you..."

✑ Maintain Our Cover by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "To catch a suspected serial killer, you and Magnus go undercover in the sex club the suspect frequents to choose his victims. You knew you'd have to partake in the activities [in order to maintain your cover]. [However,] you didn't expect that he'd want you to partake in them with him."

✑ Reckless Girl￨Prt. II by muddyorbsblr • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When you didn't show up for your date with Magnus, the last place he thought he'd find you was inside the Ystad police station…in a holding cell."

✑ Should We Tell Them? by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You've been engaging in a secret relationship with your coworker Magnus for the last few months. The same day that he started hinting at perhaps letting the team know, anonymous gifts and notes begin to appear at your desk."

✑ Stuck on You by just-the-hiddles • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[Kurt volunteers you and Magnus] to demonstrate a new type of handcuffs. When the locking mechanism malfunctions, the two of you are forced to share a bed for the night until a replacement key is shipped."

✑ Trapped by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "You [had] a huge crush on Magnus since starting at the station. [However,] he is oblivious to all your attempts at flirting. [What happens when] the two of you are stuck staking at a warehouse [hoping to apprehend] some traffickers, [but] Instead, you get stuck in a room with no hope of escape."  

✑ What Could Go Wrong? by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "The unit audit is killing Magnus. He isn't sleeping, ... causing him to fall asleep at work and forget things, like his date with you. [Moreover,] his attempts to make amends [Keep ending] in disaster."

✑ A Hidden God by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ A Spark by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 •

✑ Adrenaline by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Can't Get Rid of Me that Easy by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 •

✑ Daddy's Home by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Do It for Her by the--blackdahlia • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Drinks on Me by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 •

✑ Finish What You Started by yespolkadotkitty • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Girl Next Door, the by just-the-hiddles • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Just Grab My A** by just-the-hiddles • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

✑ Life Saver by holdmytesseract • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Memories by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Sick Day by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Silver Lining by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 •

✑ Sleep on It by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Use Your Words by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dating Magnus would include… by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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[klainepolls]

unexpected- day 1 of 7

by: @kurtsascot

POLL AT THE END DECIDES ROMANCE TROPE

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The coffee shop is short staffed. Blaine’s favorite barista isn’t there. They are training someone new who can’t seem to get the hang of things, and one of the espresso machines is down.

Blaine can’t be late to class. He just can’t.

It’s not that his professors care if he’s late, truthfully- NYU is massive, and most don’t bother learning names, let alone take attendance- but, well, it’s still early in the semester, and Blaine wants to leave a good impression.

He’s a good student. He likes school. He likes going to class and he likes New York, even if last semester had some… relationship challenges.

It’s a new year.

It’s a fresh start.

Anything can happen.

And, things are looking up. Blaine’s name is called, and his coffee, his saving grace, is gingerly placed on the counter.

Eager, Blaine smiles, pushes through the disgruntled crowd of customers, slaps on the vent lid, and turns on his heel to leave.

If he’s quick, he can make it to his lecture on time.

Blaine maneuvers his way out of the shop. It’s the second week of January and the temperature is well below freezing. But it’s not too bad. He got mittens for Christmas and they buffer the chill. His coffee is also radiating heat through the wool- another benefit of his patience. Today, he’ll stay warm, and once the coffee is cold enough to drink, everything will be perfect. It should be cold enough by the time he gets on the subway.

Blaine struggles to keep his school bag on his shoulder and hold his cup when he closes the glass door on his exit.

As he turns the corner, lost in thought, planning the quickest way to get to campus, he walks right into someone.

Like- right into them.

On reflex, Blaine squeezes the coffee cup to prevent it from flying out of his hands.

His mittens limit his dexterity.

The lid pops off.

Scalding liquid rises,

breeching the lip of Blaine’s to-go cup,

and coffee splatters all over the man in front of him.

…

Shit.

“Shit!” The man’s light blue down jacket is stained with Blaine’s dark-roast, and, unfortunately, the puffer wasn’t fully zipped- his button down underneath is also soaked, completely ruined.

Blaine gapes at the cup in his hand. It’s entirely empty. His gloves are sopping wet and his hands are on fire.

“I’m sorry,” he tries, shaking his head and hating how whiny he sounds. Are these gloves machine-washable? He’s sticky, in pain, and,

and he’s going to be late.

Shit. No way he’s not going to be late. “I was-That’s my fault.”

Blaine takes a second to collect himself and then musters the courage to meet the guy’s eyes.

And, when he does,

He freezes.

[klaine-a03-feed]

Got That Coffee Shop Love

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/GTgrEJ9 by CoffeeAddict80 Kurt is a Broadway actor working as a barista whenever he isn't booked for a show. Blaine is a high school music teacher that takes a job as a coffeehouse pianist for some extra cash while his school is on Winter Break. Words: 4150, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Glee (TV 2009) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Christmas Fluff, barista!kurt, Pianist!Blaine, broadway!Kurt, teacher!Blaine, Background Rachel/Jesse, background Mercedes/Sam

[daisyishedwig]

Posting this a day early because I'm going to be busy quite literally all day tomorrow. So here's some more from the Sebklaine fic, I think soon I'll be switching back to focusing on Kurt and Sebastian but here's a little more Seblaine in the meantime.

So instead he heads to his favorite coffee shop to caffinate and get some work done and his head on straight before he sees Kurt. But then he remembers his favorite coffee shop is also Blaine’s favorite coffee shop and he makes a sharp turn across the street to his backup coffee shop.  Either fate’s out to get him or has a funny way of helping him, because when Sebastian walks through the door, Blaine is the first person he lays eyes on. The glower he levels him with is so dark that Sebastian almost aborts his mission before steeling himself and determining to deal with the elephant now rather than later. He walks over to Blaine’s table and sets his bag in the chair across from him. “We need to talk,” he says, glad his voice stays firm even as Blaine folds his arms across his chest and narrows his eyes. “But I’m fucking exhausted, so please don’t leave while I get my coffee.” Blaine looks him up and down and Sebastian knows he looks far from his best. Baggy jeans, an old Columbia sweater, and sneakers he’s had to dig out of the trash on three different occasions (thanks, Kurt). Finally he sighs and raises an eyebrow in the direction of the barista and Sebastian takes that as his signal to leave. He gets himself an iced latte with honey and cinnamon and a blueberry muffin, cut in half. He returns to the table and sits heavily, sliding one half of the muffin across the table to Blaine. Blaine eyes it suspiciously, but makes no move to push it back to Sebastian.  “What do you want, Sebastian?” Blaine says, folding his hands in front of him.  “No, how are you, Sebastian? You look like shit, Sebastian?” Sebastian asks, taking a sip of his latte as he raises an eyebrow at Blaine.  Blaine rolls his eyes. “You look like shit, Sebastian.” Sebastian grins. “As opposed to how dashing I usually look?”  The corner of Blaine’s mouth twitches up into a facsimile of a smile before he schools his face back into a scowl. “Don’t make me throw your drink in your face.” “Your drink is closer.” “You think I’m wasting a ten dollar latte on you? You’re not worth that.” “Ouch,” Sebastian says, pressing a hand to his heart in mock pain. “Speak, Sebastian,” Blaine says, “I would like to spend as little time in your presence as is humanly possible.”  “But we’re having such a good tette-e-tette.” Sebastian knows he’s stalling but he’s about to admit to having emotions and previously Kurt is the only person he’s allowed to know that. “Sebastian,” Blaine snaps. Sebastian bites back a remark about loving the way he says his name. It’s, on the one hand, a sure fire way to get slapped, but it also feels a little too real to admit simply to get a rise out of Blaine. “Fine,” Sebastian says and crosses his arms over his chest. “I want us to be friends.” Blaine snorts, but backpedals when he sees the way Sebastian hugs himself tighter and flexes his jaw. He won’t meet Blaine’s eye and the show of anxiety intrigues him. “Kurt finally put his foot down about our vicious banter?” “This isn’t about Kurt,” Sebastian says with a shake of his head. “This is about you and me.”

I'll tag @calsvoid, @lusthurts, @sperrywink, @wowbright, @annepi-blog, and

@bitbybitwrites