#coffee shop au

[wikiangela]

when I close my eyes it's just you and I (here under the mistletoe)

written for @bucktommywinterfest prompt: December 15-21: holiday-themed calls/a q-word shift and/or mistletoe kiss huuuuuge thank to you @louisferrignojr without whom this fic would not have happened, ily, you're the best 🫶

rated: G words: 4.9k

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Buck has been taking the long way to work for about three months now just to stop by a coffee shop that’s totally out of his way and stare at the cute barista and embarrass himself by being way too awkward each and every time. He’ll deny it if anyone asks. Which, they won’t. Because he’s never late or anything, he just- he leaves for work a little bit earlier than usual, that’s all.  It’s just… really good coffee. Yeah, best he’s ever had. If he gets some eye-candy while he’s there, that’s just a bonus. Not the sole reason he’s there every morning before shift… and maybe nearly every morning on his days off. But the barista – Tommy – is just so cute. His eye-crinkling, nose-scrunching smile is the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen in his life – and with that adorable cleft in his chin, it’s a deadly combination, Buck can hardly look away. His blue eyes are so pretty and warm and Buck wants to look into them forever. And big arms that certainly would never make Buck think he’s a barista of all things. He must be so strong – Buck would lie if he said he didn’t want to see just how strong exactly, to see if he could throw him around a little… in a certain context, which he’s not thinking about, ever. And, god, those hands. Those long, thick fingers that Buck wants to- well. Every time he watches Tommy make his coffee, he gets a little mesmerized, transfixed on those hands, working with such ease and precision, moving so fluidly.  But that has nothing to do with why he goes there, of course. At least that’s what he’s trying to tell himself and, more importantly, Maddie, when they walk into the coffee shop one late morning and Tommy’s at the counter.

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[andreaheartscats]

THE COFFEE SHOP AU GOSH.

writers, stop apologizing for your genre. fantasy is valid. fanfiction is valid. your self-indulgent coffee shop au? also valid.

[crybabyddl]

Black Coffee

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Chapter One

Warning: swearing, meet-cute, awkwardness, modern au, coffee shop au

Author's Note: Hi. it's been a while. I started typing this up on AO3, then accidentally closed the tab and lost it all. But I got so attached that I decided it was worth rewriting. The POV will change between the reader and Eddie. ALSO!! Eddie has parents in this fic. Okay, enjoy!

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I had thirty minutes until my lunch break. I decided to do the daily crossword on my phone to pass the time. Winter was the town's "off season", so I basically got paid to just be on my phone for eight hours, making a coffee here and there for the regulars and occasional tourists that managed to stumble upon our secluded café. If there was one thing I could depend on, it's that no matter how slow business was, there'd always be at least one person in need of caffeine, and that was enough for me.

I was on a roll, solving a bunch of the crossword clues when I saw a figure entering the shop out of the corner of my eye. I put my phone in my back pocket before picking up the stylus I used to tap on the register's screen.

I look up to see a tall man wearing black jeans, a leather jacket, and combat boots. His fingers are adorned with several rings and his pinkies are coated in black polish. This guy looks like he came straight off my "dream man" pinterest board. He's got long, curly brown hair that I was honestly jealous of.

"Hello!" I said in the sing-songy voice I use to greet customers. I felt my face heating up, and it only grew warmer once he looked up at me.

Holy shit, he's gorgeous.

"Hey, how's it going?" the man replies with a small, closed-mouth smile.

"Not too bad, what about you?"

"I'll be better once I get some coffee in my system, but other than that I'm doing alright."

"Just a regular coffee?"

"Yup. Small, black coffee."

"You got it," I reply, punching in the order on the register before grabbing a twelve ounce cup and fitting it into a sleeve. I turn to fill the cup and can't help but mouth an "oh my god" to myself at how beautiful this man is.

After filling the cup, I take a lid and press it firmly onto the cup to ensure it's secure. "Here you are." I say as I place the coffee on the counter in front of him.

"Thanks," he pulls out his wallet. "How much do I owe you?"

"Comes out to three dollars."

"Is that how much a black coffee is these days?" His brows furrow, but the look and lopsided grin he gives me tell me his words are lighthearted.

"Don't look at me, I don't make the prices!" I put my hands up in fake surrender. "Cash or card?"

"Card."

"Okay,"

I tap the icon on the screen that authorizes cashless payment and the man taps his card on the chip reader. I grab a pen, clicking it open before taking the receipt from the printer. "I just need you to sign this for me please."

"Alrighty," he reached up to scratch the back of his neck, and I caught a glimpse of his stomach as his shirt rose to reveal his happy trail. Was it weird to be attracted to someone's abdomen?

I place the pen and receipt in front of him, watching his hair cover the sides of his face as he leans over to scrawl his signature. Once he finishes, he unclicks the pen, handing it and the receipt back to me. "There you go, thanks again."

"Thank you, have a good one!"

"You too!" he called over his shoulder.

I feel my own shoulders relax once he's out of sight. I exhale a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. I glance down at the receipt and notice the signature at the bottom. His name is Eddie. I mentally sighed. A cute name for a handsome stranger I'd never see again. My eyes flicked over to the tip. Damn, three dollars. That could mean one or more of the following:

He also works in food service and therefore understands the struggle and knows how to tip well.

He's rich and always tips the amount of the check

He thought I was cute too and tipped me nicely as a form of flattery.

He's just a normal person who gave a nice tip for no specific reason.

I knew option four was the most likely, but I allowed myself to enjoy the idea of option 3.

During my lunch break, I couldn't help but think about Eddie. I knew it was wrong to romanticize a single interaction with a stranger, but I figured it was okay since I'd never see him again. What wasn't okay was me picturing him shirtless. Hey, it wasn't often that a cute guy my age came into the café, since most people went to a different coffee shop that'd been around longer. Plus, I've been single for a few months and my sex drive has been practically nonexistent. I'd be foolish to not take advantage of the eye candy.

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I wasn't expecting to pay three dollars for a small black coffee, but after taking a sip, I decided it was worth it. To be fair, anything was better than the watered down crap I got yesterday after returning the U-Haul, but this shit was good. I wasn't sure how I'd like my new hometown, but things were off to a good start. I found a place to get coffee, and a cute barista to make it for me.

The next thing on my list for the day was unpacking my stuff in my new apartment. I took another swig of my coffee at that thought, knowing it would be a long road to settling in. After unloading just the essentials in the kitchen and the bathroom, I decided to get serious. If I ever wanted to fully move in, I needed to pick one room to completely unpack. I figured I'd start with the most important room, the bedroom.

Starting with the bedroom turned out to be a mistake, as I ended up crashing as soon as I placed the mattress on the bedframe I'd just spent and hour putting together. To my credit, I drove for six hours straight yesterday and had to toss and turn on my parents' couch before giving up and having a beer while watching youtube shorts until two in the morning.

I reached for my phone and looked at the time. 6pm. I felt a pang of hunger hit my stomach. There was no way in hell I was going to cook right now. I decided to test my luck and see what my options were for takeout. This town wasn't big enough to have DoorDash or Uber Eats, so I'd have to find a restaurant, order takeout, and pick it up. I didn't mind driving honestly, I just needed something other than fast food tonight.

I ended up ordering from this Thai place around the corner, so I decided to get some fresh air and walk to the restaurant. I was able to get my food nice and easy, and thankfully had the keys to my apartment in my pocket so I had no problem getting back and enjoying my chicken massaman curry on the couch as I watched Breaking Bad for the millionth time.

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[vmures]

@stetersecretsanta2024 Here's my contribution to the Steter Secret Santa 2024 fic exchange.

Happy Holidays and Happy Steter Secret Santa Reveal Day, @kimmycup! I hope you enjoy your fic and art! <3 <3 <3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - Human, Everybody Lives, Fluff, Humor, The Hale Family Lives (Teen Wolf), Background Relationships, Minor Original Character(s), Steter Secret Santa 2024 Summary:

Peter returns to Beacon Hills determined to live his life on his own terms for once, provided his meddling older sister actually lets him. Thankfully his niece knows of a place his sister is unlikely to ever visit. Turns out the coffee shop has a lot more than just good coffee.

[redcrowncafe]

Three trends in one

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Dead Tired Coffeeshop Accident

For one reason or another, Danny is now living in Gotham and working in a coffeeshop. For one reason or another, Tim frequents the same coffeeshop.

Now, both of them are honest to god messes who treat sleep like a grave enemy. Meaning they both survive on coffee, spite, energy drinks, and their respective hyperfocuses.

They don't even talk, really, they just see each other from time to time: Tim knows the barista who looks like he's been dead for weeks is named Danny, and Danny knows how to make Tim's Death Wish with his eyes closed, but other than that, they are just strangers who largely don't care about each other.

That is, until one time after his patrol, Tim comes to the said coffeeshop in his Red Robin gear. He doesn't even think about it, he simply needs coffee. He comes to the counter. He orders. His voice is tired and emotionless. He just wants his coffee and maybe stare at a wall for a few hours until his brain reboots. Danny takes his order without even looking at him. He has been sitting and staring at a wall for a few hours, night shifts are literally killing him.

They are both so done.

Red Robin waits for his coffee. Danny makes it almost automatically, his mind elsewhere. The coffeeshop is empty, save for them two. It's four in the morning. Nothing feels real.

Danny sets the cup on the counter.

"One Death Wish for Tim," he says out of a habit, not fully registering they are alone, and he doesn't need to do that.

Tim takes the coffee without thinking, nods a silent 'thank you'. Brings the cup up to his mouth-

And notices a glove on his own hand.

He is in Red Robin get up.

He freezes and looks at the barista, who is cleaning the coffeemachine. Danny, noticing him looking, also looks back at him. Did he make the wrong order? He knows Tim's soul, he's seen it a lot, he couldn't have mistaken him for anyone else, but maybe he forgot to add syrup?..

There's a domino mask on Tim's face. A vigilante domino mask.

They stare at each other. No one moves. No one blinks. The sun is rising somewhere over the city.

Tim takes a sip of his coffee. Danny goes back to cleaning the coffeemachine.

They never speak of this again, but Tim becomes a regular here in both of his personas.

[ahresprite]

flower x coffee shop au ☕️💐

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So this was inspired by the coffee shop au that really popular amount Danny x Tim Fics

So Jazz is off to collage, but the moment she passes the amity border, she trips the silent alarm and the GIW fakes a car accident. She’s never seen again.

Danny knows better.

Tucker temporarily disables the alarm so Danny can leave Amity Park, live his life and get help.

Danny is quick to find out that he can’t find Amity anymore. It’s in an entire blackout. He went to the location where it was last only to find entire entire town gone with no trace of even existing

Danny moves to Gotham and get the night and afternoon shift for a cafe and meets Tim Drake. They end up dating when they both turn 18 and the next few months are peaceful.

One night, Danny is on shift, it’s two am and he’s joined by Tim (and other bats if you want)

The door jingles open, and everyone is wondering who’s entering at 2 am.

Meanwhile, Danny is frozen.

It’s Ellie.

She comes up to the counter and orders like nothing it wrong and like she are Danny are complete strangers instead of siblings who haven’t seen each other since their older sibling went missing.

Tim is very confused. His boyfriend definitely knows the 16 year old that just walked in, but isn’t saying anything about her (Tim doesn’t know about the ghosts and stuff)

Danny give Ellie her order and she tell him that Jazz is alive and the GIW has her.

Danny and Ellie vanish from Gotham the next morning after Danny’s shift.

Any media is welcome as long as you tag and comment. I might even write the scene I described if you guys want :)))

[puppyaulait]

Coffee shop AU

[emry-stars-art]

When the misunderstanding is mutual but they’re both so sweet about it (coffee shop au edition)

Inspired by the tags below (originally on this post) from @blahblaheverythingisgay and @lovelyprincejehan accompanied by some thoughts:

thank you for bringing this GALAXY brain take to my attention 😂 this guy comes in, all cagey about his past and his scars, always wearing baggy clothes but complaining about compression clothes (being on the run does a number on your joints and muscles), picking out a name for himself??? OBVIOUSLY he’s trans right

They somehow manage to have like three separate conversations about it without realizing they’re talking about two very different scenarios. Andrew only was so wrong for so long because scars on their own (and even being a criminal lbr) are such non-issues that it didn’t even occur to him that Neil could be talking about anything less important than being trans lol

Andrew had his little crisis about it and landed pretty solid on yeah he’s still into Neil regardless, and yeah he’s still super gay. He’ll figure out the rest from there. The only thing he didn't prepare for was Neil being uh. Cis

[isa-mocha]

I’ve been stretching my fanart muscles with these boys 🥰

Can you tell that I love a coffee shop AU? 🤣

Also, tattooed Crowley is 🤤

[c-rose2081]

Thinking about these coffee shop lovers lol 💔☕️

One crabby, underpaid barista in her mom’s weird coffee shop, and one perfectionist, flirty academy girl who definitely doesn’t fit the aesthetic. What could go wrong?

[moonssnail]

Can’t believe I had never drawn the canon griddlehark coffee shop au please forgive me

[superbat-love]

AU where Bruce is the proud owner and operator of a cafe known as the go-to spot for the finest coffee in the quaint college town. While majority of the patrons sing its praises, a select few who have unwittingly incurred Bruce's ire find themselves less enchanted.

Bruce's children often frequent the cafe for study sessions, occasionally accompanied by potential partners who are unknowingly subjected to Bruce’s experimental concoctions known as "contingency coffees."

One day, Dick brings Clark to the cafe. Clark greets Bruce warmly, unfazed by the seething look he receives in return. After thanking the man for the cup of coffee slammed onto the counter in front of him, Clark joins Dick at their table.

While he was tutoring Dick, Clark can't help but occasionally peek at Bruce over his cup of coffee spiced with Carolina Reaper peppers. As they left the cafe, Clark thanked Bruce once again for the delicious coffee, much to his chagrin.

Clark becomes a regular visitor, ordering the same special coffee each time. Though initially infuriated by Clark's presence, Bruce begrudgingly tolerates him upon realizing Clark's lack of romantic interest in his son.

Clark frequently lingers near the counter, making earnest attempts to engage the reserved owner in conversation. He treasures Bruce's brief, one-word responses as if they were pearls of wisdom. “What a strange man,” Bruce thought as he served Clark his coffee alongside a spicy chocolate jalapeno cake.

Clark’s order, dubbed the ‘Clark Combo’, becomes a secret menu item for the most adventurous customers.

[secretlyasimpforbuddy]

Me: doesn't have time

Me: still wants to do fanart

Me: literally takes 5min to do each drawing

Every drawing: is awful

Thanks to @cinderellaboyincorectquotes for letting me use their prompt 💕

(Today’s my birthdayyyyyyyyy yippee 🥳)

[redcrowncafe]

Gay thoughts