Mar 28
i think dirk would benefit most from two things
a. a damn good hug. like trap him there for a good five to ten minutes itll be nice
and
b. steven universe style fusion*
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i think dirk would benefit most from two things
a. a damn good hug. like trap him there for a good five to ten minutes itll be nice
and
b. steven universe style fusion*
Summary: Love was never easy then came Bob. You never believed in "right person, right time" or soulmates but maybe that's what this is what's going on.
No major warnings, very soft, meet cute, stranger to lovers, mention of self-doubt
This came to me completely randomly I hope you enjoy :)
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Growing up, you were always told love wasn't something easy. You had to work for love. Love was a difficult and scary thing to find--but if you found the right person, it was worth the fight.
You never found the right person.
Every guy made you nervous--not in a sweet, butterflies-in-your-stomach nervous. More like Shit, don't say the wrong thing. Don’t make a fool of yourself or you’re going to embarrass you forever and he’ll be disgusted, kind of nervous. After a while you just started to believe no guy would actually want to fight to be in a relationship with you.
You never found the right guy.
Not until Bob.
You met Bob by accident. A complete freak accident--the two of you grabbing the same cup of coffee at the exact same time.
“Oh shit, sorry!” you both blurted over each other, hands still touching.
“I-um-you had a caramel latte too?” the stranger asked. You nodded, too scared of hearing your voice stutter in response. He gave a soft, boyish smile and chuckled. “That’s my favorite… Did--I mean was there any difference in your order?” He started inspecting the checkboxes on the cup, hoping for some guidance, since the employees were clearly slammed that morning.
It took you a minute to realize he’d asked you a question — you were too caught in the daze his blue eyes put you in.
“Oh! I, um… I asked for extra caramel,” you said, shrugging slightly. “Sometimes they do it, sometimes they don’t.”
Before he could respond, another caramel latte was placed on the counter. You both glanced around — no one else was waiting. You picked it up and handed it to him. “I think this one’s yours. It isn’t marked with any special add-ons.”
He smiled and swapped drinks with you, then frowned, “Wait… does your drink have the extra caramel you asked for? I didn't see anything marked on that cup” he nodded towards the cup in your hand.
When you checked it you just sighed and shook your head with a small shrug, his frown deepened.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” you explained, you were already halfway through brushing it off again when he paused.
You watched as his eyes lit up like some thought just hit him.
“Actually…” he glanced toward the counter, then back to you, hesitant but suddenly determined, “do you want me to ask them to remake it?”
You blinked. “What?”
“The drink. With the extra caramel.” He pointed at your cup, then toward the chaotic barista station. “It’s not what you ordered. I can ask.”
You almost laughed — not at him, but at the sheer earnestness of it.
“No, really. It’s fine. I’m used to them getting it wrong.”
“Still,” he said, standing a little straighter, “you should get what you ask for.”
His brows furrowed like the thought genuinely bothered him. You watched as his hands flexed like he was getting ready to go to war over the state of your coffee.
“You don’t have to do that,” you said, softening.
He shrugged, still watching you. “Oh I would never do it for myself. I’d just… take the wrong one and drink it.”
You tilted your head. “But for me…?”
He smiled, a little sheepish now and shrugged. “You just, I don't know you looked disappointed.”
You blinked again, caught off guard by how easily he’d noticed.
Most people didn’t. Most people didn’t care to.
You looked down at your cup. Then up at him.
“It’s okay,” you said. “This is enough.”
He nodded slowly. “Okay. But next time? We’re going to make sure your coffee is right.”
You startled at the phrase — next time — but he said it like it was natural, not a reach, not presumptuous.
And somehow, you found yourself hoping for it too.
He seemed surprised by what he actually said, he cleared his throat before looking around trying to calm his racing heart. “It's um-like slammed…I don't know if you were going to drink here but we–we could share that table…if you want? Only if you're comfortable with it obviously! I mean you don't even know me, like we're total strangers I-shit I'm rambling aren't I?” He sighs, blushing bright red before he looks back over to you and sees you smiling softly at him. “I don't mind sharing a table, better than sitting in the heat.”
His shoulders relax and smiles back at you, “Lead the way.”
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The table was tucked into the far corner of the café, pressed up against a window that fogged slightly from the contrast of cool air conditioning inside and the heavy humidity just beyond the glass. It wasn’t much–wobbly and barely big enough for the two of you–but it felt oddly… intimate.
You sat first, cradling your cup in your hands, pretending not to notice how Bob hesitated before pulling out the chair across from you, like he was double-checking you hadn’t changed your mind. “This okay?” he asked again, quieter this time.
You nodded. “Yeah. It’s perfect.” He let out a small breath of relief and sat down, setting his drink on the table carefully like it might shatter if he wasn’t gentle. For a moment, the silence was comfortable. The sounds of the café filled the gaps: espresso machines hissing, mugs clinking, laughter from a group near the door. You watched as Bob adjusted the sleeve on his cup, fingers long and a little fidgety.
“I’m Bob, by the way,” he offered, finally looking back up at you. “Just realized I never introduced myself.”
You smiled, giving your name in return, and he repeated it softly like he was testing the feel of it on his tongue. You liked how it sounded when he said it. He didn’t rush it. He didn’t shrink it down like most people did.
“So…” he started, thumb brushing the edge of his cup, “was this part of your morning routine too? Or are you more of a… ‘I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get caffeine immediately’ kind of person?”
You laughed, shoulders relaxing further. “Definitely the second one today. The heat already tried to kill me on the way here.”
“I get that,” he grinned. “My shirt stuck to my back before I even left my building. Pretty sure that’s illegal.”
You giggled, sipping your not-quite-right coffee despite everything. “Honestly? That’s probably the most relatable thing I’ve heard all week.”
The conversation slipped into something easy after that–back and forth volleys of sarcasm and small confessions. He told you about how he’d gotten yelled at by a pigeon once for dropping a bagel near the subway entrance. You admitted you once accidentally held a stranger’s hand in a crowd for a good twenty seconds before realizing it wasn’t your friend.
Bob had this way of laughing that made your stomach flutter–not loud or boisterous, but quiet and genuine. Like it was a privilege to witness. Like the sound was just for you. You didn’t even realize how much time had passed until the baristas started calling out the lunch orders and the café grew louder again.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and winced. “I… should probably head out.”
You nodded, trying to keep the disappointment off your face. He stood, then paused. His fingers tapped against the back of his chair like he was debating something.
“I, uh… would you want to do this again?” he asked, voice softer now, eyes hopeful. “Not like anything weird ‘meet me at 8 a.m. sharp’ type thing or anything–just… sometime? Coffee. Or lunch. Or anything really.”
You smiled before you could even think about it. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
His smile bloomed–big, warm, and boyish–and you realized how rare it felt to see someone light up at the idea of seeing you again. He scratched the back of his neck. “Okay. Great. Um… I’ll give you my number?”
You traded phones, thumbs brushing briefly as he handed his over. A small jolt ran through you at the contact. You typed it in carefully, double-checking everything like it was something sacred. When you handed it back, he looked at your screen for a second, then up at you. “I’ll text you later?”
You nodded. “Looking forward to it.”
And you meant it.
As he turned to go, he paused and glanced back at you one last time, flashing a shy grin. “Next time, we will get that extra caramel. I promise.”
You watched him walk away, heart thudding a little faster than it should’ve. For the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel scary.
It just felt… right. Like maybe, finally, love didn’t have to be something you survived. Maybe it could be something that found you. By complete accident.
At a café.
With the wrong drink… but the right guy.
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Come closer, I am a normal espresso machine
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Well, it seems Connor as a barista is the popular choice in this AU 😅 These are just random ideas here too 🙃 I'll be able to put them together later. (I think I do want to include Cole in this; he's really cute ☺️)
Actual footage of Anthony Bridgerton on his way to pick up Kate for their first fake dating family event.
He spent what felt like hours at the flower shop, looking over and over at bouquets that didn’t feel enough for their recipient, until he took the kind owner of the shop out of her misery and purchased four different bouquets—tulips, lilies, forget-me-nots and lilacs. “I wasn’t sure which ones you’d prefer. So I got them all.” Kate smiles, something soft that he doesn’t think he’d ever seen before, certainly not toward him. “They’re beautiful, thank you,” she says, opening the door wide for him to enter. Anthony steps in, closes the door gently behind him, crouches down to Newton. “Hey buddy,” he greets the dog, before standing up straight, seeing Kate’s space for the first time. Warm, eclectic but not cluttered, somewhat like the coffee shop, something that just says Kate.
@bees-bangles-banter and I are excited for tomorrow's update—it's a very fun one! In the meantime, if you haven't read it yet, you can get caught up below! ☕️ Grounds for Love ☕️ By: @bees-bangles-banter and @coffeeandtheton Chapter 4 drops tomorrow 🎉
I present to you all: my limbus joke theme team
The theme is: cafe. Read below for a breakdown of it
It was actually supposed to be chefs but then I realized I had no chefs :((
Our Barista: (we only have one)
Our servers:
You’re seeing the vision now
Our paying customers: (coffee)
Yi sang got his mint coffee
Our nibbling customers:
Rodya eating what I believe to be a pastry
Our customer who’s working and has been here too long to have any coffee left:
He just wants to go home
Don Quixote drinking definitely tea and totally not anything else:
Dont question it okay I was running out of ways to make it work
Sinclair with Don while don has a coffee: (just pretend its his okay? Okay.)
We’ll just say it’s his
Okay here we get a little desperate:
He’s making a fire for barista faust to cook on :) he’s earning his keep 👍
Ps: this was made with only what I had at the time
I really want to write a Jily fic inspired of voicemails for Isabelle, where Tuney dies, lily, tuney and sev are siblings. James works for his dad and is bestie with wolfstar, who are established Peter is James's hacking coworker. Mary is Lily co-worker. (The rest of the cast is to be decided) TRANSFEM TUNEY !!!! (if you're a bird, I'm a bird, brother) !!! it's sev and lily that decided her name had to be a flower to continue tradition !!!
With either side wolfstar or wolfstarprince.
sev and remus work together in a library. OR sev works at a pharmacy where remus buys his meds (he has chronic pain my poor baby)
SHOULD I DO IT ???? VOTES IN THE COMMENTS FOR THE THINGS YOU PREFER, THE BEST ONE WINS
Smoke break
Yeah that’s right I’m bringing this au back sprites! Renaming it to Masquerades and Expressos though