Crush x Reader Oneshots

Coffee Shop

"Bro, you just kissed me, that's gay."
"We've been dating for five months why are you like this?"

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I've been going to this coffee shop almost every day for months now. Their stuff was great and it was such a chill place. The walls were grey and behind the counter it was brick. It had a nice grey-blue aesthetic to it. It felt calming and warm in a weird way. There was always calm instrumentals playing in the background.

Whenever I went there, I'd order and do whatever I needed to do. I never really paid attention to whoever was serving me. I don't know why, but I noticed this one girl, her name tag said her name was C/N. It was a really pretty name, which was perfect, a pretty name for a really and I mean really pretty girl.

I always had no trouble ordering my usual but I stumbled over my words this time. My mind kind of went blank. "You alright?" She asked smirking at me. Holy shit, she was really fucking hot.

"Yeah... Sorry. I just- I uh..." I didn't know what to say.

"It's fine, you don't need to explain," she kept that cute smirk on her face and it didn't help. "So, what can I get you beautiful?" She asked with confidence.

"Beautiful? Really?" I asked chuckling.

"I'm gay, what, do you just expect me not to compliment a cute-ass girl when I see one?" She replied so casually.

"Well, you're cute too," I said, somehow managing to muster up some confidence.

"Thanks, sweetie, now, what can I get you?" She asked. I ordered and paid. When I sat down with it, I noticed she wrote something on it.

Call me later hoe. Here's my number-

I smiled and added her number to my contacts. I looked back up at her, she was serving someone else. She was so pretty what the fuck? How could someone look that good? She looked at me when the customer was gone. She did the 'call me' sign with her right hand and winked at me. I laughed and flipped her off, she did the same to me and her manager told her off for that.

We made faces at each other and she'd always say something stupid when walking past my booth. I went home after almost two hours of us messing around. I called her later that night and we stayed up talking for hours, neither of us wanting to come off the phone. Just hoping we'd have one more second to talk.

Long story short, I went to the coffee shop way more after that.