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justalittleficsideblog · 2 months

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Choso x Reader coffeeshopAU!

Just a lil meet cute where Choso sees you enter a cafe and decides to use some of his new skills to impress you...

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“I see you layered your guyliner on extra thick today, Choso.”

Rolling said eyes, Choso dug through the counter and grabbed a bag of decaf beans to hand over to his pink-haired coworker.

He caught his reflection in the metallic of the espresso machine. It wasn’t that his eyeliner was layered extra thick, it was more a matter that he had never removed it from the night before.

And that he might’ve fell asleep while studying.

On his desk.

In the library.

“I never took it off.”

Yuji blinked at him, taking the coffee and getting to work on another customer’s order. Choso had made it a habit to watch over the semi-new hire when he was assigned to the latte art and more complex orders. He had a tendency to overfill the cups.

A chime sounded, indicating someone had stepped into the café.

Brows furrowed, he glanced at the clock. It was fairly late in the evening, not so close to closing as he’d hoped which meant they’d hit the “students getting shit done before midnight” crowd of the Sunday evening.

Rolling his neck, Choso adjusted his apron and walked over to the front counter.

His eyes raked over you for a split second before speaking. “What can I get for you?”

You beamed brightly up at him, and he quickly glanced down at the screen in front of him as he waited for your order. You were a student, that was apparent by your bookbag and sort of worn out exterior. He hadn’t seen you around here last semester, and suddenly he was glad that the rotation of classes made you wander into the shop.

“Oh! And could I also get it with a cup of soup?” He nodded along, brushing a stray hair out of his face as he finished typing up the order.

“For here or to go?” His eyes flicked up to yours, examining your features.

“Here please!” you exclaimed enthusiastically. “I need a change of scenery that isn’t in the library,” you gestured to your backpack.

He nodded, gesturing to the card reader in front of you as you waited to pay.

Having paid, you found a quaint spot by the window to set your bag down and pull out your ecosystem of electronics, he noticed.

How much could you fit in that bag?

“Hey, Choso. How do I make this again? Don’t I pour the creamer—”

The formerly mentioned male took the label out Yuji’s hands, realizing it was yours.

“I got it,” he grumbled. “Watch the register.”

Yuji sticks his tongue out at him but walked obediently over towards the front, working on the next person’s, much simpler, coffee.

He couldn’t help but glance over at where you were sitting, entirely engrossed in whatever you were doing. He watched as you shuffled through papers, brows furrowed in concentration.

A sudden burning shocked him out of his staring. With a hiss, he reflexively took his hand back that had been in the way of the espresso machine, causing the coffee to pour onto him, rather than into the cup.

He sighed. He’d have to do it again.

Reaching into the cupboard with his now throbbing hand, he grabbed a new cup and slapped your label on it. Now waiting for the drip (from a safe distance), he leaned back against the counter, debating what sort of art he should do in the coffee…

You seemed like the type to appreciate it.

Now determined, he grabbed the creamer, glancing in your direction as he did so. His eyebrows raised as he met your gaze, watching as you shyly glanced back down to your laptop.

Ok, now he had to make this perfect. Not the usual run of the mill that the regulars looked forward to from the other employees.

No fuck ups, Choso.

Squaring his shoulders, he rolled up his sleeves, adjusted his frame, and began to pour.

Carefully holding it in his hands, he swung open the miniature gate that separated the customer and employees sections of the front.

“Hey, what are you—” Yujis eyes snapped to the direction Choso was headed towards. “Ah, oh uh, never mind then.”

Moving into your field of view, Choso gracefully plated the mug in front of you, careful of your papers strewn about the small benchtop.

You gratefully looked up towards him and smiled.

Gahh…

He clenched his jaw subconsciously. He really liked the way the sides of your mouth quirked up when it was directed at him.

“Oh my gosh!” you gasped, cooing over the arguably very adorable cat’s face that was plastered in the middle of your cup. “I literally cannot drink this.”

He nodded silently in approval, his chest lightening a bit that you reacted positively towards it.

Glancing down at his name tag you blurted, “Choso this is the cutest thing that’s ever been added to my coffee order.”

Deciding against the rapid beating that was thundering inside his chest, he replied in kind. “If you’re around again, I’ll give you another one. The older folks don’t care much for that.”

Bullshit, he never did this sort of art on the coffee except for a select group of his employees and friends. He doesn’t know why he even did it for you in the first place, something just drove him to it.

“I hadn’t realized this café did it, I would’ve been in here last semester if I’d known about it” you laughed lightly, hand swishing in the air as you rolled your eyes.

“Why don’t you advertise it? I’m sure people from all over the campus would flock to get it done by you.”

He scrunched his nose. No, he hated making something personal to him so commercialized, the idea of having to do it over and over killed his enjoyment of it.

Shifting his weight, he admitted, “I don’t care much for it to be… marketed. I like the challenge to make new ones out of enjoyment.”

Had he come off as harsh? He admitted he hadn’t talked to a customer like this in well… ever. He didn’t want to come off as a creep, oh no, did he seem like a creep?

“Alright,” your voice cut through his thoughts. “I don’t think you’d know how to do a rose, would you?”

Your smile was enticing, and he licked his bottom lip absentmindedly. Folding his arms, he replied. “You’ll just have to come back and see.”

Eyes narrowing, you stuck your chin out in challenge. “Alright, you’re on then.”

Smirking, he walked back to the counter and shut the swinging door behind him. Yuji quirked an eyebrow at him, “What did you give her?”

“A cat.”

“Holy shit!” He stopped drying a mug, giving Choso his full attention. “Didn’t you just learn that one?”

He shoved his coworker playfully, nodding as he did so. “I’m taking my break.”

Staring blankly after him, yuji’s face broke out into a smile, looking from him to your table.

Tossing the apron onto the stool beside him in the back room, Choso eagerly pulled out his phone and typed into the search bar.

Megumi, who was now clocking in to take over for his pink-haired classmate, secretly peeked over his shoulder.

How to do flower latte art

#choso x reader #jjk x reader #coffeshopau!#lmk if you weant a continuation of this #choso with buns and guyliner making coffee brrr

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bluishfishfood · 1 year

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i think it's only right to send it to you because i have done it all because your comics, but here is ANOTHER ONE of these fics that are just your coffeshopAU but in wordy form.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45261955

This is so well written and amazing??? I loved every second of reading it 😭😭💖

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ineffableuser · 2 years

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Drawing this was the best! Wonderful practice too, especially for the background. I’m so glad I was able to participate! Swipe to see the original art by @oftennix  Do not repost - - - - - - - - - - - - #oftenDTIYS #fanart #destiel #coffeshopau #supernatural #art #deanwinchester #castiel #cas #dean  https://www.instagram.com/p/CXYVF2TMrJDcoqsUpffQPrKGh_uqSLWIggMXTQ0/?utm_medium=tumblr

#oftendtiys #fanart #destiel #coffeshopau #supernatural #art #deanwinchester #castiel #cas #dean

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witchy-lili · 4 years

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Sander Sides Coffeeshop!AU

I imagined Logan with an apron, it made me happy, so I wrote this eldritch monstrosity. Enjoy~ ---------------------

It was an early fall morning at the Cafe, the rain calmly pouring on the tainted windows. A calm atmosphere enveloped the place, only every so slightly disturbed by the jazz music coming through the antic jukebox. This thing was already in the facility when, the owner, a middle aged man bought it. He was calm, seemingly cold at first, always steady and organized. He was one of the things that made this small coffeeshop so special. All the regulars knew him as, Logan. He came here every morning, four hours before the opening, making the fresh pastries and sandwiches, putting the chairs and tables down and overall just being an average worker. He always finished twenty minutes before the opening, and always used those few instants to settle down, drink a nice cup of coffee and read the news or write a bit in his notebook. The first clients started to arrive, making him put his pen down and finishing the black beverage in a gulp before standing up and putting on his iconic navy apron.

-Welcome to Blue's, what can i serve you today ?

The same song everyday, same rhythm, same orders, same everything. I wasn't boring, he liked the regularity, and people always thanked him for bringing such a peaceful place to the community. But maybe...it was time to bring some new notes in the melody. He went in the kitchen to take the orders out and served them to the clients.

-Oh my god Janus they were right ! This place is so fricki-likin adorable !

-Calm down Pat', you're too loud.

The bubbly and air-headed "Pat" started walking across the place, looking with little stars in his eyes, not seeing that his leg was in the way of the poor waiter, who tripped, letting go of the fortunately empty tray.

-Oh my god. OH MY GOD. Im so sorry sir !

Logan re-adjusted his glasses, lifting his head up to see a nicely dressed man, presenting a gloved hand to help him stand up while "Pat" apologized again, and multiple times, taking the tray in putting it on the counter. -It's okay gentlemen, im not hurt.

He didn't make the effort to take the man's hand to stand up and took time to properly scrutinize him, realizing that he had severe scars on the left side of his face, what were those ? How did he get them ? So many questions that will probably never have an answer. The gloved one gently smiled at him while he went behind the counter to take their orders.

-So. Do you want something ?

He maybe came of as a bit rude, but how was he supposed to react when two dingus came causing a scene i the cafe ? He hated all the attention driven at him and was absolutely embarrassed. The duo walked up to him, the scared man opened his mouth to talk before being unceremoniously cut by the "tripper".

-For Janus over here a black coffee with no sugar and for me it will be a coffee with six pumps of vanilla, two tea spoons of nutmeg, six pumps of caramel, three and half table spoons of shaved milk chocolate, three pumps of praline with extra whipped cream and caramel drizzle on top, oh ! With cookie crumbles, almost forgot those !

It wasn't even coffee anymore Jesus christ. Janus looked at the barista shrugging with a small amused smirk. Logan sighed and went to make the two drinks, repeating the second order on loop in his head.

-You think he's angry with me Janus ?

-No, i think he's concerned about your heart-rate and the sugar concentration in your blood, love. Logan came back with their orders and was surprised to see them sitting at the bar. Right in front of him. Why. Janus was calmly sipping on his coffee while Patton took a big gulp of his unholy drink. The barista's face didn't let see any emotion but he was offended, and disgusted that he had to make such a thing and that it was actually consumed by another human being. -A really, appreciable place you have here mister. -Thanks. -You're the only one working here ? -Owner and employee. -But i have a question. Why the "Blue's" ? -Blue is my favorite color. This conversation was dryer than an oatmeal cookie in the middle of the desert. Fortunately, Patton tried to break the awkwardness. -Oh my god ! What are the odds, i also like blue ! My shirt is blue ! -This is cyan. -Well...it's a shade of blue ! Janus giggled at the attempts of his friend before turning to Logan with a pawky smirk. -I haven't recalled seeing ice cream on the menu but holy hell this place's atmosphere is colder than a family in law dinner in the middle of Antarctica. Logan threw a side, electrified look at him which he didn't seem to mind a all. -People don't speak to me usually. They take their coffee and continue their day. -Well unfortunately for you.. He looked at his badge on the deep blue apron. -..Logan, but i really like learning to know people. And you good sir, have peaked my interest. Logan rolled his eyes, turning his back to go and serve other customers. “Peaked his interest”. Huh. What a weirdo. ---------------------------------------------------- That’s all for now grimlins and fanders, maybe I'll get back at it one day, maybe it will just be a series of one shots !

#sander sides #deceit #morality #logic #logan #patton #janus #coffeshopau #sandersides #alternate universe #loceit #moceit

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i-really-do · 3 years

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I want to get back into writing and what better way to start with my guilty pleasure Yu-Gi-Oh 5D’s? I’ll be adding new one shots or whatever from time to time. I hope you have as much fun reading as I have writing.

Enjoy!

Prompt: Person A is a customer who is obsessed with the way Person B, a barista at a local coffee shop, makes their pumpkin spiced latte every morning.

By @olicitytropes

Don’t throw me away

Every breath she took built small clouds around her face. She put her scarf further up her face. It was only October and she already felt the ice creeping up her bones. Every autumn she promised herself she would go back to Italy. At least for a week. And every winter she barely scraped by. Her nose hurt when she sniffed. She could imagine how she looked. A woman tucked away under a jacket and a coat on top of that and a scarf which hid nearly her whole face. Her hands were in some thick cloth gloves. They made her hands at least 2 or 3 sizes bigger. And she had boots that reached all the way up to her knees. The siberian marcher. That was her nickname every fucking winter. What can you do when you are used to much gentler autumn and winter days. In Italy winters meant 10 degrees plus not 30 degree minus. Cordelia let out a deep sigh and regretted it in the next second. Her lungs filled with the icy air and it burned her inside out. The urge to cough rose quickly. She held it back. The burning cold air wobbled inside of her. Finally she caved. The coughing got so bad she had to stop on the street and just let it out. It felt like minutes until she could walk again. With her gloved hand she smeared across her face. She could feel all sorts of sticky stuff. Disgusted with herself she wept everything on her coat. But she could still feel something on her face. So she kept rubbing until she was certain it was gone. Well as certain as someone with near frostbites could be. She put her scarf back on and kept walking. The only good thing about this freaking weather was she could get any hold drink and not feel bad about the few bucks. Especially now shortly before Halloween she could get all the pumpkin spice latte. The barista was a nice plus. Just thinking of him made Cordelia a bit warmer. His hair was the best of him. It had the same orange colour as literal pumpkins and it was so messy. It didn’t seem like he ever combed it. She really wanted to touch it. A smirk formed under Cordelia's scarf. But she would have to be fast, because the staff would change in a few minutes. Reflexively she looked at her wrist. Her watch was buried under a ton of clothes. Forcing another sigh down her throat she began to walk faster. Finally she reached the entrance. There was barely anybody in there. Just the barista, his blonde coworker and two coffee drinkers who practically lived in their newspaper. Cordelia pushed the door open. The bell above made a faint tingle. The baristas were in the middle of a conversation and Cordelia nearly felt rude for interrupting it. When they heard the bell both turned and put on their best customer-is-always-right smile. Other than the forced smile you would never guess that they had been here the whole night. Well maybe they weren’t but the shop had insane operating hours so she just assumed. “Oh wow did we get hit with a cold front in the last hour?”, the orange haired barista jocked. Cordelia never learned his name.

Well, you could warm me up.

With a crooked grin she shoved the scarf a bit down. The warmth of the store burnt on her ice cold skin. “I can’t help it, this weather is a serious threat to my health”, Cordelia's voice was throughty and she sounded like a kids cartoon. Both baristas looked at Cordelia as if she summoned an ancient marshmallow in front of their faces. She tried her best to clear her throat. “Anyway”, said the orange haired man, “ehhh, you get a Pumpkin Spice Latte, right?”

Yeah, I’m THAT basic.

Cordelia noded. She didn’t dare to say another word. “Coming right up!” She moved over to the blonde one and paid for her drink. While she paid with her card, which she had already prepared, she spied over to the other worker. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but whenever he prepared a drink he put a tiny bit extra effort into it. The way he slid across the floor to get the cup was the best and worst part of her day. Best, because she got to see him. Worst, because this was literally a highlight. With a raised eyebrow the blond man looked down on her. He was at least one head taller than her. The man towered over her and everyone else. She didn’t notice the look he gave her, her attention still rested on the orange haired man. If Cordelia had any guts she would ask for his name. But Cordelia didn’t have those. Instead she just starred. As he poured the drink into a plastic cup the pumpkin scent filled the room. Everything got soaked. She unconsciously bit her lip in anticipation. Other than him working there was no sound or at least no sound which Cordelia paid any attention to. The man turned around for a second, smiled at her and looked at his co-worker. She couldn’t place his facial expression. Was he pleading? “Say you don’t come from here, do you?”, the blond man’s voice took her out of the trance she basically was in. It took her a few seconds to register him. “Mh, eh no I-I grew up in Italy”, the stupid stammering came back. It always did, whenever she got surprised. She made a fist with one of her hands, well she tried to, but the cloth was simply too thick. Her fingers barely touched each other. “Oh, Italy! Never been there. How is it?” “A lot warmer, but not as friendly as here.” A smile formed on his face: “So why do you torture yourself in this weather?”

Because I REALLY want to get into the pants of your co-worker.

“At first studying, and now work. Beggars can’t be choosers”, she shrugged. “Well it’s nice to have such loyal customers especially at this hour”, the orange haired man walked over with her pumpkin spice latte in his hands. In his other hand he still had the pen. “You really don’t have to write my name on the cup. I mean”, she gestured around, “who else could be getting a latte right now?” “Haha, it’s basically muscle memory at this point. Besides, Cordelia is a beautiful name.”

Show SOME guts!

She smiled at him brightly. At this point she would always run. How often was she at a similar point? Maybe a dozen times. Nothing would ever change. She would walk out that door. Not a tiny bit closer to learning his name or anything about him. Cordelia would always stay the same. Except when she didn’t. “Say, I never asked for your names. Would you mind telling me?”, her voice was shaking a bit. But she did it. She asked THE question. Both looked surprised. “Sure, I’m Jack and this is Crow”, the blonde one spoke. Crow looked, smirked at her and his eyes seemed bigger than before. “Jack, Crow”, she nodded at both of them”, the morning is a pleasure with baristas like you. See you tomorrow.” As a farewell she held the cup high and cheered to them. In the next second she pulled the scarf up her face and walked out the door. Just as she was walking out the next shift walked in. Cordelia stayed and held the door open. It was a red haired woman and a black haired guy with yellow streaks. She always wondered if they were coloured or natural. Both smiled politely. Their eyes were nearly closed and the woman yawned while she walked to the back of the store. Behind Cordelia she could hear Jack and Crow whispering. She could not make out the words. Cordelia didn’t look back. If the next shift was already there she had to move it. Otherwise she would come late to the morning huddle. And her boss was always pissed when he had to wait for someone. With big steps she made her way through the people who slowly emerged from their hibernation. ------- A big sigh left her lips as she finally dropped into her office chair. Cordelia was tempted to kick off her shoes and call it a day. But it was barely 9 am. She made it on time. But she had to run a few meters and that really sucked all of her life out of her. Her only saving grace was another co worker who came in late. Otherwise the boss would have roasted her. As she sipped on the latte a loud gurgling noise came from it. The smell of pumpkin vanished completely. Now only the stench of plastic remained. When did she drink all of that? Disappointed she put the drink at the edge of her desk. The cleaning lady was going to come through any minute and she was nice enough to throw it away immediately. Without looking Cordelia pulled out her laptop, started it, put in her headphones and put on her reading glasses. Within seconds she was working on some numbers. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she entered new numbers and deleted some old ones. This was her zone. She could work for hours like this. The time would fly by and then she could get home, shower and- “Excuse me.” Cordelia nearly jumped out of her chair as a hand tapped her shoulder.

Motherf-

She pulled on the cord and her earphones popped out. The music was faintly hearable. Some stupid love song was playing. The cleaning lady looked at her a bit frightened. With a sharp breath Cordelia let go of the tension and she hoped it would be done soon. “What is it?”, the words still came out harsher than she wanted. She formed a smile, but it felt fake so she quickly dropped it. “I-I just wanted to ask if you saw the message on the cup”, the cleaning lady held the empty cup up.

Probably my name, you…

“What message do you mean?” The cleaning lady smiled at her. “You might want to keep it.” Before Cordelia could protest the cup was shoved into her hands and the lady scooted off. “Okay what’s so special?”, she murmured to herself. As she turned to the message she saw there were two lines. The first one was short and the second one long. Cordelia’s eyes got wide. Within seconds her face turned red she could feel the heat that suddenly radiated from her cheeks. And a small giggle escaped her lips. The best present of the year. And she nearly threw it away. Without thinking she pulled out her phone. Her fingers were slippery and she had to double check the number on the screen. She quickly saved the number and let the phone slip into her pocket. Right now she couldn’t text. Her boss was pissed enough as it was. But lunch was coming quickly. With a big stupid grin on her face she returned her attention to her work. At some point she started to hum and time didn’t move quite like it should have. ----- Once it was finally time for her lunch she slumped back. Her earphones already laid on the table and her glasses joined them after a second. She practically threw them. The last 3 hours felt like a whole work week. The time barely moved, because she was very deep in her thoughts and still managed to look at the clock every other second. Her work was boring as always. The thing that occupied her mind was: What would she write? “Hi” ?“The frozen italian girl here” ?“Could I come over and you warm me up?” So many possibilites to fuck this up. Her coworkers dissolved around her. Nobody stayed in the building. Everybody went out. Well everyone except Cordelia. Slipping into her 2 layers was too much of a hassle for a 45 minute break. She pulled out her phone and nervously tapped on it. The screen looked like a disco. Going on and out in seconds. She still had no idea what to write, but she didn’t want to wait any longer. Well, she could simply call. An evil grin spread across her face.

Why not go all in and make a video call? What’s the worst that could happen?

She pushed the images that crept into her mind down way down. If that should happen she would need to find a new coffee shop. Or even better a new place to work. But she was pretty certain that wouldn’t happen. At least she hoped. God what was she thinking? Cordelia had made up her mind and walked into the bathroom. Fixed her hair and got rid of some slightly smeared makeup. Next she scouted a nice spot where she wouldn’t be bothered. She decided on one of the break rooms. It had a nice painting on the wall.

Maybe he will think I have a life outside of the coffee shop and work. Haha. Who am I kidding?

With one last exhale she started the call. Ringing once Ringing twice Ringing th- “Give me a second”, that was Crow’s voice followed by some rumbling. Nothing could be seen on screen. After a few seconds a light flashed across the screen a strand of his orange hair came into frame. “I didn’t expect a video”, his voice was barely audible but he sounded impressed. Well at least that’s what Cordelia heard. She just smiled awkwardly at the camera. Crow pulled something over his head and then he finally picked up the phone. He looked more sleepy than a few hours ago. His hair was tangled and messier than before. But his smile was still the same. Bright and crooked. For a second she felt her cheeks getting all hot again. “Were you not afraid you could see...you know?”, he walked around the room and kept looking away from the camera. There was some noise in his background, but Cordelia couldn’t hear anything clearly. “Well if I had seen HIM, I could have easily decided if we should skip the dating part and go straight to…”

WHAT THE HELL JUST FELL OUT OF MY MOUTH?

Cordelias hand went up to her face and she covered her mouth. WHOOPS. Crow’s end was silent, but his phone shook violently. The background noises were dead as well. “If you are cursing at me or something, I can’t hear you, you are muted.” In a split second hell broke loose on the other end. Cordelia looked unsure. She couldn’t make out a single noise. After a few moments it got quiter. There was laughter. So many different people laughing.

Oh no.

Crow came back into frame. In his eyes were tears and he still was shaking from all the laughter. “Well, eh, I don’t mean to brag but.... I’d prefer we don’t skip the dating thing, because man....” He wiped a tear out of his face. “If you don’t take her I’ll do it!”, a voice from somwhere in the background shouted. “Shut up”, Crow looked away from the camera, still laughing. “So what do you say?”, he asked Cordelia. Cordelia suppressed a grin as she answered: “Coffee?” The smile on his face froze a bit and he looked like a wet cat. “Geez, that was a joke.” He immediately sighed with relief: “You’re a little jokester, he. I know a comedy club. I might get us tickets for this weekend.” “Sounds good” “Perfect! Let’s meet at the Greenhill cinema. Do you know where that is?” “Sure. See you.” “See ya” The call ended abruptly. Cordelia bit on her lip. That was way different than what she had imagined. Way better... “Task failed successfully”, Cordelia giggled at herself.

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Well there you have it. My first one shot in FOREVER. (literal years) I would be very happy to hear your opinion! Thanks for reading.

Notes:

Yeah Jack is pretty ooc because he is ACTUALLY useful working. That's what AU's are for.

#5ds #ygo5ds #ygo 5ds #oneshot #fanfic #crow hogan #oc #jack atlas #jack atlus #one shot #coffee shop au #coffeshopau #barista!crow #barista!jack #writing

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howlsfireheart · 4 years

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See You Again (feat. Kali Uchis)

seeing him in your dreams everyday made you used to this warmth, you found comfort inside his arms and within his touch.

you didn’t know who he was and to be honest, you didn’t care enough to find out, all you knew was that that nameless man was the only thing to look forward on your basic monotone life. moments with him felt surreal, maybe because they were, but you felt something beyond that, you felt at home as his hands wrapped firmly around yours and those dirt coloured eyes looked fondly at you, as if they were discovering a side of your soul that you didn’t even know existed, secluded by the fear of having to deal with that. you knew you had to wake up soon, you felt your heartbeat accelerating against your ribs because, even though he was always there once you closed your eyelids, you feared that someday he wouldn’t come back to you, getting tired of your ways like some people did.

“do you have to go?” he asks, his deep voice as smooth as always, even when he didn’t try he sounded like a song.

“i guess i don’t have a choice.” and you mean it, you have to wake up sometime, as much as you may want to say here forever.

“it’s okay, i’ll chase you.” that makes you giggle, looking at him right now you couldn’t figure out why he would do that, you highly doubt that, in real life, he is lonely like you.

“so that means i’ll see you again? right?” you don’t want him to answer, to be honest. either way you know how you’ll look forward to falling asleep.

“of course you’ll see me again.”

waking alone up feels weird, hoping he’s laying there next to you has become an habit of yours, turning around to check te other side of the bed is practically automatic by now and, as always, no one’s there.

coffee sounds awfully good but your little goodbyes made you late to class. sprinting out of your studio as quickly as you can you consider passing by the campus coffee shop but you can already hear the nagging of your friends for leaving them alone. heading straight to class you curse yourself for caring so much.

classes go by in an agonisingly slow speed, making you regret your decision even more. you loved coffee with a burning passion but you didn’t think that having it with lunch would be a good ideia, but your body was shaking and you couldn’t handle it any longer, so you made your way into the campus coffee shop.

you always though this place was comforting, it reminded you of home with the smell of burned coffee beans and perfume, and you also loved their incredibly overpriced lattes. you waited in line scrolling around on your phone until you felt like the “next costumer, please” was meant for you.

“hi! what can i get you?” wait. you'd recognized that voice anywhere.

as soon as your eyes met you knew who he was. he was standing right there. in front of you. he was real. looking at him like this you realised you weren’t the only one who was breaking down. his eyes franticly scanned your face and he also knew.

“you know what? this one’s on me. what’s your name?” you told him reluctantly, what should you do? ask him for his number? say something to him? instead you told him your order.

minutes latter the cup seamed heavier than usual. running your eyes along the scribbles around your name the corners of your mouth moved instantly.

“i told you i would chase you, call me when you can xxx-xxx - man of your dreams"

#author #writing #romance #coffeshop #coffeshopau #fluff #fluff au #coffeeshopfluff #coffeeshop #coffee shop au #tyler the creator #kali uchis #see you again

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nadiasficrecs · 5 years

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it’s hard to look right at you, baby by kenziexo

pairings: louis/harry, zayn/liam, niall/barbara, past aiden grimshaw/louis

wordcount: 14,584

summary: Coffee Shop AU where Louis is going through a dry spell, Zayn wants to be a good friend and help Louis find someone, and Harry ends up finding him instead.

[or the one where louis is 'hella fucking gay and desperately single' and harry wants to change that last part.]

#larry #larry fic rec #ziam #narbara #AlternateUniverse #coffeshopau

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girlunionize · 5 years

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I started a klance au on instagram, please tell me what ya think

#klance #coffeshopau #famousau

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touphy · 6 years

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2- #coffeshopau #challenge #fandom #hannibal #hanniballecter #willgraham #wip #illfinishit #promise

#willgraham #coffeshopau #fandom #illfinishit #hannibal #challenge #hanniballecter #wip #promise

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teenwolfficrec · 7 years

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Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of

by Lissadiane (AO3)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

Oneshot

Word count:15k

Rating: Not Rated

Summary: It's a cold, snowy night and Stiles is halfway through his shift at the campus coffee shop when a tall, dark and handsome stranger walks in, one who seems unaware that he's being haunted by a wolf.

In which Stiles Stilinski sees the ghosts of animals with unfinished business, and Derek Hale is unaware that his dearly departed sister left a few things unfinished.

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#Lissadiane #sterek #ao3 #oneshot #10to20k #mildsmut #coffeshopau #collegeau #artistau #fight #flirting #dating #fluff #magicau #teen wolf #teen wolf fic rec #sterek fic rec

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celosiaa · 4 years

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This isn’t a Jmart song but “Can You Keep Up” by Blue Kid gives me goofy TimSasha coffeshopAU vibes of you’re into that

God I loved this!! Love some goofy coffee shop AU...TimSasha I miss you :,(

#music #asks

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artemisofthebow · 4 years

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For the ask game: 3, 9 (because, you know...), 12 and 17. Yup, allowing myself to be a bit greedy tonight.

Great :-) Love answering these things!

3. Something you wish a commenter had called attention to, but got ignored.

Wow - this is more difficult than I thought it would be. There have been several times that I wrote something where I wanted the commenters to notice different things, but I must admit I´ve been blessed with observant commenters. I think that sort of expectation has been extra present in my co-written fics, because when you talk about them amongst yourselves this strengthens the aspect in a way.

But I´m going to need to come back to this if I think of anything.

9. What's your fandom's most overused trope?

Oh that must be the coffeeshop AU! Jeez - half of all the early fics were coffeshopAU´s. I quite like them, though.

I´m actually having more trouble with the “childhood best-friend”-trope for the SKAM-fandom, because I don´t think it fits with the Skam-universe.

12. What writing rule do you refuse to break?

The writing rules that I have the most trouble breaking are all related to grammar, I think. I have a couple of common errors that I really can´t stand seeing. So especially getting the pronouns hun/henne and de/dem right and also da/når feels important.

Also I love paragraphs! The more the better :-D

17. How are you procrastinating today?

Watching SKAM season one. Haven´t watched any Skam in a couple of years. Just finished Deilig er jorden which I think must be my favourite S1-clip. It´s just so full of amazing details from start to finish :-D

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zephrbabe · 4 years

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from @mary_shelley_was_right on tiktok

#fan fiction #tropes #fanfic tropes #what your favorite trope says about you

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witchy-lili · 4 years

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Sander Sides Coffeeshop AU! Part 2

Well I didn’t expect part one to get that much attention..

Thank you all :) Trigger warning : Hum, alcohol ? I guess ? tell me if I have to put something in there !

The first one was originally just a simple shitpost, but seeing this positivity encouraged me to write more ! So have that ! Oh and, use this song for a certain part of the chapter. Enjoy~

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Damn was this a tiring day for the owner. Logan closed the cafe’s door after the last customer, not even turning the key, before dropping down on one of the angle sofas, sighing loudly. He lifted his rectangle glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was tired, but now wasn’t the time to sleep.

The cafe, as much as he loved it, wasn’t enough income to maintain a stable life. He wasn’t in debt, lord knows how much he hated seeking help from others. “I always counted on myself, why change now ?”. The day was not the only time he was behind a counter. After closing his eyes for a few seconds, he stood up and went to look in his bag and looked at the hour on his phone. Eleven twenty four pm. It started at one am. He had enough time to freshen up. And so he went out, his blazer on his shoulder walking under the moonlight after putting the key in his pocket.

Home sweet and dearly home. It wasn’t much, just a simple black and white apartment with hints of deep navy blue. Hanging his blazer on the hook present on the back of his door. A soft creature came, rubbing against his legs, calmly purring.

-Well hello Plato..

The cat answered with a soft meow as Logan gently patted his fluffy cream fur which composed the majority of his body. The face, tip of the tail and paws being darker, almost black, but the cherry on top was the two icey sapphires eyes, as cold as his master’s. Only the hue was different, Lo’ having more greyish eyes. Speaking of the devil, he walked up to the living room connected kitchen, taking out a can of cat food to pour it into one of his little fuff ball’s bowl then filling the second one with water.

-There you go, you cuddle head.

Question remained, why would someone who struggled with money have a pet ?

Logan was always in control, trying his best to think about the most logical and brainey solution to a problem or way to improve his life, but even he could not just walk away from a crying kitten under the rain. He remembered the day. He was still a college student, his life was a wreck, a twelve sided Rubik’s cube with the colors constantly changing every single time he moved them. It was the same period he decided to close himself off and focus on school work but even he couldn't stay unmoved by a crying dirty kitten under the rain.

He smiled thinking about it again, all the nights worrying about Plato, putting him in his sweater while he was studying just to keep him by his side, all the books he read to learn how to properly take care of a cat, all the scratches he got, but also all the kisses and head rubs. Logan absentmindedly looked at the clock. Almost midnight.

-Shit.

Who thought he could lose himself thinking about how much he loved his companion ? Now he had to be fast. He’d usually take the time to enjoy the warm water on his skin, usually hugging himself in the process, trying to emulate the feeling of a long lost embrace, but now it was pretty late. He needed to go. Where ? Well his side job. Logan quickly dried his dark chestnut hair before putting on an elegant uniform. A white shirt buttoned to the top under a navy vest and a pair of jeans. Simple but efficient. Just like he always did.

The dark haired man arrived in front of a bar’s backdoor. Just on time after a really painful sprint considering he wasn’t the athletic type. He entered and went to the changing rooms, just to put down his bag and finally go to work. That was the program, but apparently the strawberry blonde seemingly pissed man bursting in. Only a thought crossed Logan’s mind “Oh for fuck’s sake.”.

-Oh my god Lo’ you’re here i thought i’d never see the light of day !

-..Pretty normal considering it’s past one am. -Now calm down. i’ll make you a quick drink and look for your gloves, your makeup is perfect. Just go sit down.

He walked towards him clutching his arms, the barista cringed at the contact but kept a straight face before finally realising that his friend was in a long cherry red all sparkly dress and same colored heels.

-You got a representation tonight Roman ?

-Yes and it’s an ever-loving catastrophe ! I can’t close this fucking -but amazing- dress by myself, i don’t know where my gloves are and i start in five minutes ! Jesus, am i sweating ? Am i sweaty ? Is my makeup dripping ?

The usual scenario, Logan sighed before kindly pushing his friend away and turning him to, first of all, close the dress, having to stand on his tiptoes to reach the end. Roman was already a bit taller than him, but with those heels, phew, how could he even walk in these ?

Such a drama queen. Literally and mockingly. He tapped the performer on the back before straight up going to his dressing room, the gloves were just here, sitting on the edge of the mirror. Pretty sure Roman missed them because of his stress. He then went to the bar, discreetly pouring him a bottom of whisky and coming back with the two items. Blondie jumped on his heels to hug him again, making his poor friend spread his arms to avoid damaging the gloves or spilling the drink before giving them after the embrace.

-You are a lifesaver you nerdy coffee man !

-Don’t mention it. I have to get working, good luck.

Finally. Putting on a black apron, he came behind the bar and started serving the clients. Tonight was going to be busy. Why ? Well, Roman was performing, his angelic sultry voice brought everyone in. The lights dimmed in the club, only the stage was illuminated. The singer walked in, projectors reflecting against his strass covered dress and gloves. Claps and whistles welcomed his grand entrance as he took the microphone, glazing over the room. Logan gave him a nod and a thumbs up to encourage him. The instrumental started to play.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LqbV36OhtQ&ab_channel=CalebHyles

Where have you been? Been searching all along Came facing twilight on and on Without a clueWithout a sign Without grasping yet The real question to be asked Where have I been?

The tone always sent chills down Logan’s spine. He often heard him sing, but he could never not be surprised by his talent. He forgot himself, slowly breathing, calmed by the jazzy tone of the song. Forgot himself so much that he didn’t notice the new customer sitting at the bar and calling him for the last few seconds. The barista shook his head and turned, starting his usual pitch… -Sorry for that. What can i… ...only to be met with the amber gaze of a familiar face. The man of this morning. What was his name again ? Janice ? Janelle ? Jamil ? Logan’s eyes became cold and stern again, along with his voice. -..serve you. -Looks like i was right. You’re not as boring as you seem to be. -Do you want to drink something ? I have other clients. The man in the melon hat turned his head left and right with a smirk. He was the only one sitting at the counter. -A Snakebite, if you know how to make it right. Logan raised a surprised eyebrow. It was literally two ingredients. He was clearly mocking him. Without a word, he took the honey flavored whiskey and lime juice and put them in the shaker with some ice before energetically, well,shaking it and straining it in a shot glass, putting it in front of the snide individual then turning back to look at his friend. -Delightfull isn’t it ? I’ve rarely heard such a sultry and heavenly voice at the same time. -Well, it is Roman. They looked at each other for less than half a second before having their attention taken by the singer. Roman got compliments and flowers thrown at him at the end of his performance, and after some quick talk with fans, he sat down at the bar, sighing happily. -Damn that felt good ! Sooooo~, how are my two favorite boys doing ? Logan seemed surprised and pointed the curious man.

-You know him ?! -Yeah of course you dummy dumb ! I was the one who gave him your cafe’s address ! Ain’t he the loveliest ? -My my, thank you Romie, you’re going to make me blush. His eyes were still on Logan, still mocking him, he could have sworn even seeing this snake of a man quickly stick out his tongue to taunt him. Well. Looks like this was going to be a long night.

--------------------------------------------------------------- Surprise surprise ! You probably realized by now that I was really inspired by the talented Caleb Hyles with his “Beneath the mask” cover for this song. I just love the atmosphere. Hope you lovelies enjoyed this piece of writing !

#sandersides #sander sides #sanders side fic #coffeshopau #coffee shop au #logan sanders #logan #roman sanders #roman #sides in dresses #humanau #sander sides human au #sandersidesau #sander side au #janus #sander side deceit #deceit #loceit

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