Coffee for Mercs [TF2 X Reader]

Coffee for Mercs [TF2 X Reader]

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It is often said that bartenders are known for holding the secrets of many of their patrons, but the same holds true for baristas. The café "Bean Buddy" was normally not very busy at all, as it was far out in a small desert town. The only customers the staff would see would be a few folk from around town, save for the rare passerby, most likely stopping in before continuing their trip elsewhere. [Y/n], the resident barista, knew just about everyone who came in. Such a small town meant it was impossible not to. She even knew what everyone would order, often times having their drinks ready before they even got through the door. Knowing these things was her pride and joy. Knowing everyone was her specialty. So when someone she didn't know soon became a regular, her little café job got all the more exciting. Little would she know, this little slice of excitement would become the most dangerous thing to ever happen to her. . . . . . Warning - Graphic content ahead. This fanfiction may include: Violence, mentions of blood/gore, sexual content, and swearing. Please be advised. If you are a minor and still wish to read, any 18+ chapters will have a warning. Avoid reading those chapters. Any significant content will be recapped in the next chapter. Stay safe! For this fanfiction I will be using feminine pronouns (She/her) and will depict the reader with feminine anatomy.
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pulse.txt

A city is a living thing, and like all living things, it has its own rhythm. A rhythm doesn't exist unless it is heard or felt. It's heard by a bartender who can't contain her curiosity. It's felt by two people who can't decide if they hate each other or not. Like the beat of a heart. Or the blows of a boxer. You get the picture. So even on the days off, two souls that pulse in tandem can't help but beat together, whether they like it or not. > Persona 2: Eternal Punishment > Baofu/Ulala Serizawa > Explicit > Canon Compliant > Dysfunctional > Frenemies with Benefits to Lovers > Two broken people with drunken feelings have two awful encounters and one good one Mirroring my fic from Archive of Our Own.

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