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lovelessdivine · 7 days ago

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too sweet. [chance x reader]

SFW Chance x Reader oneshot - Coffee Shop/Bakery AU for AUgust 2025.

Brief alcohol mention. 2.1k words. Crossposted on my ao3.

You were laid off from Valdivian on your first day… Because of an Artificial Intelligence system. If that wasn't some sort of sign from the universe, you don't know what was. It's been a week since your awful first day on the job, and it hasn't gotten any better. You had put in multiple job applications: and the only thing you heard back was more reject emails.

You sat on your couch, cheeks freshly wet with tears, as you downed another vodka seltzer. Today was that interview for a remote customer service job - and they just told you they'll reach back out in two weeks. You were starting to lose hope. Before you could reach for another can in the 18 pack at your feet, you door opens and shuts. In comes Sam - your best friend, who was also the only person that held a key to your home - and she looks at you from the hallway to where you were on the couch. She approaches you, taking a seat beside you on the couch.

Sam knew about how your first day at Valdivian went, considering she was the first person you texted as one of the upper management and a security guard escorted you from your cubicle to the front doors. You had returned some of her texts and calls, but you haven't let her known how your interview went today. She must have been worried of your radio silence if she came all the way here to see you.

"How did today go?" Sam asks the dreaded question. You sigh, feeling your eyes bubble up with more tears.

"They just said, 'We'll reach back out in two weeks.'" You tearfully impersonated the hiring manager, your fingers making quotation marks as you did. Sam lets her hand rest on your shoulder.

"Well hey, it's something, right?" She responds, looking away from you for a few moments. The air is quiet, and you sighed at her comment. Sam wasn't wrong - and she squeezes your shoulder before she speaks again.

"So.. I might have gotten you a job." Her voice was somewhat hesitant.

You look at her incredulously. She continues, her eyes finally meeting yours.

"You remember that one coffee shop downtown, the one with the bakery? It's right next to that game shop you like," She continues, "The owner's name is Kopi. She's been looking around for someone full-time. And when I mentioned you have a BFA in Customer Service and used to work for a bakery, her eyes lit up. She really wants to talk to you about it."

And that's how it started. Lady Luck must have smiled on you, because your whole life had turned around. You went in the next day, dressed your best, and Kopi had offered you a job. Here you are, four weeks into your new job, and you loved it. Coming in early to help bake pastries and muffins, roll out croissant dough, and fry donuts brought out something in you. You had a passing fancy for baking, and even worked in a couple of bakeries in college - you just never thought you would have been able to do it as a full-time job you actually enjoyed.

Even in the short month on the job, you had solidified yourself with your coworkers: Kopi was grateful for your help, especially when you came in overnight one night after a power outage to ensure no product was lost. Dasha often helped you bake in the mornings, and she always made you smile and blush with her talk of finding you a date. Your face and ears would often burn, and you would concentrate more on the pile of dough on the floured prep table as she laughs at your bashfulness. Holly was one of your coworkers - she was happy and jolly as can be, always ready to help, and she knew just about all the regulars by name. She often told you in passing as the two of you prepared their drinks and fished out the occasional donut or pastry from the pastry case.

Penelope, the Valdivian intern that often made coffee runs every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings for her coworkers at the big corporate office two blocks from the coffee shop. The woman - often frazzled, but tipped extremely well - would talk nervously about work and how this was going to be her season to find love.

Jerry came in every morning at 9:15 AM sharp. He was a local museum curator for downtown Coolsville, often happy to excitedly chatter about the new museum exhibits as you made his rather simple order: an almond milk cappuccino to go. Mateo often followed behind him, a friendly face that often chatted with you about the dog shelter north of the coffee shop and his latest foster. You often sent him with a free pup cup with his coffee.

But your favorite regular came from the game shop beside the coffee shop. Chance - your favorite customer, which Dasha knew about to your dismay - often used the upstairs of the shop to host several ongoing G&G sessions when he wasn't working downstairs. He would usually grab drinks and baked goods from the shop before the sessions for his players. What didn't help the situation was the fact you knew Chance in passing, and that the two of you had met in the most cliche way possible.

You had popped over to the game shop after work one day just to check things out. It's been an extremely long time since you've been inside, so you were excited to see how it was looking nowadays. What made you even more ecstatic was that, upon stepping inside, you realized the game shop actually had a fully dedicated area for G&G now. You had made a beeline to that corner of the shop, looking at the various guidebooks with a small smile on your face. It had been years since you touched G&G, but you kept your lucky d20 on your desk at home. You had picked up a guidebook for the latest edition of the game, flipping through it, and decided maybe it was worth the risk of spending money to buy it. After all, it would look perfect in your home office, among all the other guidebooks you've collected.

You turned around to leave, walking towards the counter, until you encountered a warm wall. You didn't fall, thankfully; since you steadied yourself on the nearest table, your two feet kept firmly planted on the ground. Needless to say, the newest figures for that one game, displayed neatly on the table, had gone everywhere. Once you opened your eyes, you realized that warm wall you bumped into wasn't a wall at all: but the broad chest of a worker - Chance, his nametag read. The both of you were saying apologies to one another, and you were squatting down to help pick up the figures with him.

"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to!" Your voice was small as you placed down the guidebook to pick up boxes. You didn't even dare to look up from where you were on the floor.

"No, you're fine - I bumped into you. I'm sorry." Chance had responded, starting to reorganize the figures back onto the table, merchandising them in a way you didn't quite understand.

You were still on your knees as you handed him the last boxed figure, finally able to meet his eye. This time, he extended his hand to you to help you up. You gripped his hand and he pulled you up to your feet, before he leaned down to grab the G&G guidebook that you left on the ground. His eyebrows subtly raised, and he was seemingly interested in your purchase.

"Oh, you like G&G too?" He asked as he handed you the guidebook, with you looking down at the cover again. Your ears were still burning from the incident, and you gave him a sheepish smile.

"Yeah, I.. really do. It's just been a while since I played, and I didn't mean to knock down a whole display to get it." You responded. Chance chuckled, a sympathetic smile on his face.

"It's fine, really - it's not the worse these things have seen anyways." He was referring to the table of figures you just knocked over. You let out a small chuckle, feeling a little better - though, you found yourself putting the guidebook back after your mishap.

And ever since that day, you hadn't gone back into the shop. Once you had recounted the story to Dasha the next morning, half-asleep and painstakingly rolling and layering croissant dough, Dasha had playfully chastised you for not making a move in the moment. It sounds like your past stories of your love life must have gotten her worried, or Dasha was just a hopeless romantic. You preferred the latter.

You were working the front of the house today, making various drinks for the morning rush. It was around 8:30 in the morning, meaning someone from the game shop would be in soon with their order. Parker, Connie, and Chance normally rotated who got the drinks for that week in the mornings. You feel like it was supposed to be Connie this week, and relaxed - until the bell chime alerted you to the fact Chance just walked in.

The coffee shop was oddly empty, mainly because of the rain outside. Chance had approached the counter and his smile got a little wider once he saw you. Despite the incident at the game shop, the two of you would still talk whenever he came in to order - just with the safety of having a whole counter in between you two.

"Good morning, traveler," He greeted you, the silly nicknames were a thing between you two. You started getting to-go cups out and writing names on them.

"Good morning to you too, dear Chronicler," You had finished scribbling on the cups, glancing at him, "The usual?"

"Yeah, just add an espresso shot to mine." You paused briefly at his request.

"Bold." You commented, and you heard his half-asleep chuckle.

"The session went longer than usual, what can I say?" Chance responded, glancing over at the pastry case as you got the drinks made. He usually got half a dozen donuts for the morning shift, sometimes a few chocolate-filled croissants.

You got the four drinks made and tucked into a drink carrier for him. You had walked over to the pastry case, opened it up, and started to pack him some donuts and croissants into a box for him.

"Oh, an extra croissant, please - you can keep it out." He requested, and you complied, tucking the lone croissant into some parchment paper. You brought it all over to where he was standing, scooting it in front of him as you punched in some numbers into the tablet Kopi set up for payments.

"Twenty-one twenty-five." You turned the tablet around for him to use.

He uses the card reader to insert his card, tapping through a couple of payment prompts on the tablet.

"You know, I have an extra spot open for a G&G session. If you want to play, that is." He proposed to you, looking up from the tablet. Your eyes widen in surprise briefly, but you weren't too taken aback by the proposal.

"Wait, really? You want me to play with you?" You asked him, and Chance nods.

"Of course! It would be a lot of fun to have you."

"Even if I'm practically a beginner?"

"The group is open to beginners. We're all an inclusive bunch."

Chance had a good point - and it didn't help that you wanted to get to know him better, too. You smile, handing him his receipt.

"So.. When is it?" You asked.

"Session zero is this Saturday at 2." You two lock eyes momentarily.

You were off Saturdays. You lean against the counter.

"I'll be there. It's next store, right?"

"Yep! I'll be around an hour before to set some things up, if you wanted to stop in early." He reached for the drink carrier. You push the box of pastries and donuts towards him, but he picks the top croissant with his free hand and holds it out towards you.

"You didn't." You reach your hands out to take the parchment covered pastry from him regardless.

"Yeah, I did. It's yours." You almost miss his wink, and you feel the blood rush to your cheeks.

Red-faced, you take the croissant from him. He laughs, grabbing the box from you. He turns around to leave the coffee shop, and you watch him intently as he leaves. You know the exact moment his eyes scan the to-go cups as he walks pass the windows outside, because his expression morphs into one of surprise.

On his cup is your phone number, with a scribbled 'Call me' next to it.

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