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Coffee Cup

Relationship: Gn!Reader x Quackity, Normal AU. Fluff

Scenario: You work at a local Coffee shop, a small job for a small person, when you meet a stranger who looked too good to be true one day and asked for his number.

Warnings: Cursing here and there, that's all. Kinda fast paced.

Extra Notes: Alex: blue. You: Purple

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𝐓he wind of the world sweeped at your hair through the open window, the glass creaked open as far as it could go without you getting in trouble by your boss; It was hot, too hot to be alive, too hot to be in the beggining of June especially. Karma for choosing to work at a hardly employed coffee shop that was only remotely busy during colder times of the year? Maybe.

It was only so long before your shift ended, the clock on the wall seeming to tick unbearably slow now that you were focussed on it. You didn't see the point, It was late and you just wanted to rest your head on the comfort of your pillow again. To you, the clock mocked you—they had no wear to be, no job to fulfill, no parents to prove, the purpose it was made for they were serving nicely, content sat atop that brick wall while you were forced to stand at a counter that was only gonna get more dusty from then on.

Despite the heat, your head fell heavier, your eyelids urging you to let them rest, and you were on the precipice of doing just that until the cowbell strung to the door had jingled, ringing through your ears and jolting you out of the haze of sleep like you had just been waterboarded, blinking one, two, three times before tilting your head to the side to get a look at who the hell you were serving now

As your eyes met brown irises, raven hair, too many moles to count, and a fully black outfit topped with a beanie, you suddenly had the urge to stand up straight, evening out your posture that you hadn't even noticed was hunched as the strangers hands met the counter, warm smile plastered on his face.

"Hey, there, what can I get for you?" You had asked with a small smile, trying to look as respectful as you could even though he was possibly the most beautiful man you had ever seen, from the folds of his eyelids and the way his hair slightly spike from underneath his visibly worn beanie to the tips of his fingers.

"Oh, yes, uh..." He took a second, looking up at the flickering menu above his head, stepping back a couple blocks with his hands in his pockets as he went through the options he had. "I'll just take a regular lemonade refresher, thank you." ...God, even his voice was almost comforting to you, zoning out on the planes of his face, your mind mush just from the mere structure of his features before taking his couple dollar bills and putting it to the registre, pulling out the extra change to be met with him pulled back with his hands up. "Nah, keep the change."

You nodded with every thought in the world.

It wasn't until you had popped the lid on the styrofoam cup that held his drink that the Sharpie you had carried with you on days like these fell from your work uniform pocket, sharpened eyes trailing down to the black marker. 'Maybe just this once... It wouldn't hurt to try and get someone new in my contacts' You thought to yourself before kneeling down to grasp it, bite the cap off, and move to your dominate hand to write your phone number on the side of the cup for him to find and consider later, or throw in the trash to forget. Either way, it would be a try nonetheless.

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Thats how you ended up on your phone at 2:38am, scrolling as a way to pass the time, waiting for him to except your request. You grew ill of the idea, thinking the worst considering how it had already been a couple hours days since when you gave him the digits. When you thought all hope was lost, and you turned your phone over for what felt like for good, it vibrated in your palm, and you turned it over, to see his name, Alex, and a small message, just a "Hey".

You didn't answer for a while, stunned, frozen in time, as still as a stone statue before the three dots popped up once more, met with, "Ur the 1 who put ur number on the back of my coffee cup Im guessing?" with an ending sentence of "U know who I am, right?"

...That part confused you a bit, intriguing you to text back, but not without deleting a couple corny things you could have sent before sticking with the nonchalant, "I didnt expect u to text me. And, no, I just thought u were cute. Why?" And pressed send, your phone falling flat on your mattress once more just for you to be greeted with your signature notification sound,

"It's nothing, Im no one special lol, mb" The text came out. You wondered but didn't push, your thumbs hovering above the keyboard to type something, but it seemed he typed it for you with another text saying, "When do you work next?"

Your heart fluttered and your fingers went flying before you could stop them.

"5pm—10pm tomorrow. Im off Saturday and Sunday." "Great, see u tomorrow." ... And that was the end of the conversation, leaving you bewildered without him even trying. You couldn't even remember what he looked like exactly, just his beanie.

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The tips of your fingers tapped and drummed impatiently against the hardwood counter, his texts repeating over and over in your head, pupils glaring holes into the door that sat still, silenced, unmoving to your disarray. "Did this guy get my number just to play me?" Your mind wondered, thoughts racing through every single bad and worse outcome, at least it distracted you from the ache in your legs.

"Another guy failed, I guess." you were saying to yourself before the same guy you dwelled about busted through the coffee shop, the familiar bell ringing and the sound of someone huffing and puffing coming after, his phone in one hand, keys in the other, cap pulled sideways, a testimony to his rush. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face, his middle hunching over to put his hands on his knees. "I-I'm sorry, I meant to come earlier. Errands had to be run, y'know?" Yeah, real charming for a 'first date'.

He sauntered over to the front of the counter, grinning awkwardly. "Bad first impressions, I know..." He added, failing at making his mistake any better.

"I thought you played me." "Really? I didn't think I looked like the type to be a player." "You don't—you look like a dumbass wearing all black in 80° weather." "...Ouch, man..." You both laughed, the only happy sound echoing throughout the shop, and you playfully, begrudgingly asked with your body leaned over the counter, "You gonna order something, or are you just here for company? Heads up; you're not getting any shit for free from me."

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You went home happy that same evening, your playlist blaring through the speakers and being sung to in your car as you drove home, dancing in the seat, hair messed up and sticking up in all sorts of ways due to the air conditioner working it's ways to keep you cool. You couldn't find it in you to care about your looks, though, your flushed cheeks and body too excited to think about anything else but Alex.

... And it stayed like that for a good time—meet ups at the coffee shop where you sat across from each other and drank from each other's beverages, bumpings in Walmart that turned into shopping together, small conversations made in texts and social media either through your regular messages, through funny, cute, and sad friendship Tiktok's shared, or hour long Discord calls that seemed like days spent talking about everything and nothing with how much you had to say to eachother.

But as time stretched farther and you found yourself in his passenger seat, spending nights in his home, snuggling against his plushies, typing on his keyboard, touching his fridge handle, wrapping up in his blankets; and holding his pinky, you found out who he was. His socials, how big he was as a creator and as a person, his massive following that went across millions in each channel he had, you now knew, and didn't take for granted, to his surprise.

You never asked to be in streams or videos, never pressured to be seen by his fans, didn't manipulate to be apart of his career, but you ended up sitting in one of his gaming chairs anyway, arms draped over the rests at your sides, the camera aimed right at both your face and his, making you sweat with nervousness, lacing your nerves with fear of what other might think of you.

"What if they think I'm weird?" "Chill, they'll love you." Alex soothed, hand on your arm. The 'Stream Starting Soon' page was up right now as he set up everything; translator, props, lighting, mic. Then as he sat down in one of his spair chairs, and yelled his usual, "Hello, everyone!" You grinned, blinking at the camera, smiling sweetly.

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The stream ended in fits of giggles and tender smiles, a good portion of his plastic plants broken, and Alex's hoodie inside out and backwards on his body. Bits and pieces of clips were scattered across the internet already, five minutes into scrolling, and his Twitter community was exploding into theories and statements that screamed 'We love them', accounts on tiktok coming out with minuet long videos showcasing funny moments in the stream, and your lips broke out in a wider smile, accompanied by Alex as his head met the crook of your shoulder, looking down at your phone screen and then gazing back at you when you turned around to look at him better from your chair, finding yourself standing to bring him into a deep, big bear hug.

"Told you they'd love you. You're not easy to hate—not in my eyes, anyway." He whispered into your hair, voice muffled by your shirt before pulling back, cupping your cheeks to meet your lips in a light kiss, closing his eyes and letting his lashes fall against his cheeks to open them again, grinning once he pulled away for the lip lock.

"...When are we gonna tell them we're dating now too?"

"Don't know... Don't really care either."

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