Ninette AU where Nino is the cute barista and Marinette stutters every time she orders
jUST FUCK ME UP FAM
“Hey,” said Kim, grinning as he nudged Nino’s side. “There’s your number one customer.”
Nino glanced up from the latte he was making, spotting the dark-haired, blue-eyed girl that often found her way into the coffee shop during his shifts. As he watched, she bit her lip uneasily as she glanced around, as if looking for something…
Suddenly, her eyes caught his on her, and her face exploded in red. As she ducked her head, Kim cackled.
“So, when’s the wedding?”
Nino rolled his eyes at his co-worker, hoping that would distract from his own embarrassment.
“Just because she’s blushing doesn’t mean she’s interested in me,” Nino said, feeling his heart sink as he spoke the words. “Maybe she’s just shy.”
“Uh-huh. Which is why she only blushes around you.” Kim shook his head and nudged Nino away from the drink he was making. “I’ve got this. You go take her order. Go on, I know you want to.”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a busybody, dude?” Nino grumbled, but nonetheless made his way over to the counter, smiling easily at the girl, even as her freckled skin flooded with red. “Hi, welcome back. The usual?”
“Um, y-yes,” his favorite customer stuttered, and Nino thought her hand might be shaking as she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. He tried not to think too deeply on it as he grabbed a travel cup from the side, grabbing a Sharpie and writing down the woman’s preferred drink.
“Name?” He asked, glancing over as he wondered if she would actually give it to him this time–usually, this was about the point where she dissolved into a stuttering mess for no apparent reason, and Nino took pity on her and made her drink himself so it wouldn’t be confused with anyone else’s.
Today, however, something must have been different, for the woman, though her face was still plenty red, squared her shoulders.
“M-Marinette,” she answered, and at last, Nino had a name to go along with that lovely face. “M-my name is Marinette.”
“…Marinette,” Nino repeated, smiling. Marinette’s face grew impossibly redder, and she ducked her head again. Once again, Nino took pity on her and moved on, scribbling her name on the side of the cup before passing it on to his coworker, turning to the cash register next. “Sorry I won’t be able to personally make your coffee today, but I’m sure it’ll still be good.”
Marinette mumbled something as she handed him the cash to pay for her drink, shifting from foot to foot. Nino blinked, leaning forward.
“Sorry? I didn’t catch that…”
Marinette took a deep breath, her blue eyes peering up at him.
“I, I said…that I-I l-like your face–COFFEE! I like your coffee! Th-the coffee here! I like it, it’s good!”
Nino stared at her, feeling himself grow warm under the collar as she stared at him, mortified. She squeaked out a thanks, and then swiftly moved over to the waiting line; Nino watched her bury her face into the collar of her coat, and something warm washed through him.
Oh no…she was adorable.
The question was…what was he going to do about it?
“Kim, hold up,” Nino requested, grabbing Kim’s arm as he picked up Marinette’s completed coffee order, picking up the Sharpie once again. “I forgot to add something…”
Kim squinted at the sequence of numbers Nino had added right under Marinette’s name, sending Nino a sly look.
“Your phone number, huh? Tell me again how you don’t think she’s interested?”
Hi! I read your Yousana stories and I loved them, so I decided to send you a prompt... a coffee shop AU where Yousef works at a coffeshop and he's Elias' best friend, he has a crush on Sana (who feels the same but doesn't know if he likes her or if he's just being nice) and every time she goes to buy coffee he flirts with her in his dorky way. Until one day Yousef decide to step up the game to win his girl Sana. I hope you decide to write it!
Hey :) Thank you for reading and the prompt and I wrote it. But I wrote it pretty much in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep so bear with me please :)
Here it is. I hope you like it and please tell me if you liked it :D
Since Sana started
high school she has been going to the same coffee shop after school, in breaks
or free periods. They just had the best Turkish coffee, which is Sana’s
After a particularly hard and exhausting
day of school Sana can’t wait to get her coffee and go home and be by herself
for a while. She is over the moon when she steps into the coffee shop and sees
that there is no queue like there usually is. Sana isn’t the only one that
appreciates the good coffee here.
“Hi! What can I get you?”,
says the barista before looking away from the cupcakes he arranges in the
display. As soon as he lifts his head and sees Sana standing there, he stands
up straight and smiles at her.
“Hi, Sana!”, he says and hopes
that he didn’t give away how happy he is to see her.
“Hi, Yousef.”, she says with a
small smile. Whenever she comes to get coffee here she secretly and
involuntarily finds herself wishing that Yousef is working. He is her older
brother Elias’ best friend and she sees him at her house once in a while. Well,
that’s not true. Whenever Yousef is not working he is with Elias at his house.
“Can I get a cup of that Turkish coffee with a little bit of sugar.”
Yousef nods and asks her: “To go or
to drink here?” He finds himself wishing she answers ‘Here’. But she
doesn’t. Sana wants her coffee to go so Yousef nods, pressing his lips
together. While he works on her coffee, Sana stands there and just waits.
Yousef notices how her gaze wanders around the shop until she finally keeps
staring out of the window. She seems to have had an exhausting day and Yousef
wonders if he should ask her about it. Would he cross a line? Yousef has had a
crush on Sana since she started to come into the coffee shop two years ago.
Before that he would only see her for a few short moments when he was at her
house with her brother. She would always be polite then and Yousef didn’t and
couldn’t overlook that she is very beautiful but their interactions were
However, when she started coming into the shop, they got to talk more. Mostly
small talk, though. Yousef didn’t know if she was just being polite or if she
wanted to talk to him. He didn’t want to assume anything and make her
uncomfortable. That didn’t keep him from noticing her whenever she was there.
Sometimes alone, just drinking coffee, reading a book or studying. Sometimes
with her friends.
“Long day?”, Yousef finally
finds the courage to ask Sana while putting the lid on her cup. She breaks out
from her trance and looks at him. She smiles a little and nods but Yousef can
tell that she doesn’t feel like smiling.
“This coffee is probably the best
thing about today.”, Sana mumbles but Yousef catches it. Involuntarily he
frowns, which Sana notices. He hands Sana her coffee and before she can move
Yousef takes out a chocolate cupcake from the display and holds it out for her.
“On the house.”, he says and
Sana looks from the cupcake in his hand to him and sees him waiting for her to
take it. “There’s not much a good chocolate cupcake can’t distract you
He is being so nice to her. This time
Sana shows him a genuine smile which she can’t suppress. Yousef doesn’t have to
do that; he could’ve just put on a fake sympathetic smile and let her go. But
“Thank you!”, Sana says and
takes the cupcake from him and gives him the money for the coffee. Yousef opens
his mouth to tell her not to worry about it but she insists on at least paying
for her coffee.
“Elias, we need to get this
done.”, Sana complains but her brother doesn’t change his mind.
“Sis, we can take a short coffee
break!”, he reassures her and enters the coffee shop. She rolls her eyes
and sighs. Getting anything done when her brother was with her was almost
impossible. And the line to get coffee was long as ever. Elias didn’t care, he
would wait. Sana finds herself looking for Yousef, as always when she steps
foot into this coffee shop.
Sana jumps when she suddenly hears his
voice over all the chatter in the shop. He’s standing next to Elias and says:
“I’m on my break but I’ll quickly get your coffees and join you!”
Before he leaves the Bakkoush siblings he looks over to Sana and smiles at her
and Sana thinks he says Hi to her but isn’t sure because of the other noise in
Elias finds a free table at the back of
the café. Sana is so happy when she can finally sit. Elias and she walked
around the city for too long and her feet were killing her.
“Did you tell Yousef what we want
to drink?”, Sana asks her older brother.
Elias shrugs and then shakes his head.
How does he not think of telling Yousef that? “I didn’t. But he’ll know
what to bring us.” She doubts he’d remember what they usually drink. There
are too many customers coming in here for that. Maybe Elias’ order he’d get,
they are best friends after all but hers?
Not long after he left he comes back
with a tray.
“A vanilla latte for Elias!”,
Yousef announces and Sana starts laughing, loudly.
While Yousef turns to her with a
confused look on his face, Elias slides down in his seat just a little bit and
shakes his head at Sana as a sign to not say anything. The way Sana smiles, her
dimples showing and the knowing look on her face amazes Yousef. To be honest,
whatever she does amazes him.
“Do I want to know what’s
happening?”, Yousef asks. Elias shakes his head while Sana nods. Yousef
puts down her coffee in front of her which she thanks him for and then he sits
“Tell me.”, he urges Sana and
seeing her smile like that, obviously wanting to somehow embarrass her brother,
he forgets that his best friend is sitting at the same table.
Sana nods and presses her lips together
to calm down. Yousef’s eyes follow every small movement and he has a hard time
not staring at her. If only he knew for sure if she liked him or not, then he
could try to move on or make a move.
“Just minutes ago Elias complained
about Vanilla being in everything!”, Sana exclaims. “We’re shopping
for gifts for Mamma’s birthday and Elias and I couldn’t agree. One of the
reasons being him supposedly not liking Vanilla that everything smells like.”
Yousef joins her laughter which Elias
just shakes his head to.
“Bro, you should let Sana choose.
Let’s be honest, she has better taste than you!”, Yousef says to his best
friend who just takes a sip from his coffee with a Vanilla shot in it.
Elias narrows his eyes at his best
friend and asks: “How would you know?”
“First and foremost: You’re
drinking a Vanilla latte; Sana’s drinking Turkish coffee.”, with that
Yousef can’t help himself and turns to Sana once more. She has the cup raised
to her mouth and watches the two boys talk. When he meets her gaze, she lowers
the cup and licks her lip. Sana looks over at her brother and back at Yousef.
“You’re biased! You take some kind
of weird pride in people liking Turkish coffee just because you’re Turkish!”,
Elias says jokingly. What he doesn’t know is that it actually makes Yousef
happy that Sana likes Turkish coffee so much. If she likes one Turkish thing,
she might like another. Him. He mentally face-palms himself for being so
hopeful about the chance that she might like him the way he likes her. Until
now, she hasn’t been anything but nice. But Sana is a nice girl in general.
“It is really good, though! I like
my coffee strong and not sweet with vanilla like you.”, Sana tells her
brother laughingly and makes Elias sighs overdramatically. Yousef just laughs
“Dude, you’re supposed to be my
best friend. Don’t team up on me with my sister!“
They sit there, talking about other
things, for about ten more minutes. Until Elias announces that they should get
going soon but he needed to go to the bathroom first. He leaves Yousef and Sana
alone. At first neither of them knows what to say. Both think the other one is
just being nice and neither knows that the other has so much to say but doesn’t
“When’s your break over?”,
Sana decides to ask him. Small talk, the safe bet.
Yousef looks at the time on his phone
before looking at Sana again. The sun is shining right through the window
behind her and makes her look even more beautiful than usual. “Seven
“Oh, and you wasted most of your
break with us.”, she comments and chuckles.
Yousef laughs as well but shakes his
head:“ Nah, that was a good break.. I enjoyed it a lot, actually.”
Sana nods and doesn’t know how to
answer. She did, too. She loved that he was so cool with challenging Elias and
teasing him a little. Many people can’t do that because Elias is good at charming
others. Well, it has its perks that Yousef and Elias know each other forever.
Yousef tries to think of something to
keep the conversation going. He knows he could spend all day talking to her,
even when most their conversations were short up until now.
“Hey, do you want to have Turkish
coffee to make at home?” He regrets saying it as soon as the words leave
his mouth. If she does that, she won’t be coming here so often. He curses
himself mentally for not thinking before speaking.
Sana on the other hand starts smiling
again and is happy that Yousef found something to say. She didn’t want to stop
talking but even though she had a lot to say she didn’t know how without being
“Well, I wouldn’t know how to make
it, to be honest.”, she confesses and smiles sheepishly.
“I could show you.”, Yousef
says, maybe too quickly. He adds right after: “If you want to.”
Sana nods and takes the final sip of her
now cold coffee. “Would you really?”
“Of course. I promise I’ll show you
the next time I’m at your house.”, Yousef says. Again, without thinking it
through first. He just got very excited that she seemed so happy about his
suggestion. And Sana, well, she is really happy about this arrangement. She
knows it won’t be long until he is at her house again. Elias’ friends basically
live at the Bakkoush house and Yousef, as Elias’ best friend, is almost always
Sana goes to that coffee shop more often
than she probably should. If she drank her coffee at home she would save a lot
of money. But honestly, she knows that she wouldn’t be able to make it as good
at home as they do it here. And there is another reason why she enjoys
Yousef is preoccupied with another
customer when he sees Sana walk through the door. He hurries to get the order
out quickly so he can take Sana’s order instead of his colleague. Somehow he
manages to do that and when Sana sees him she walks right up to him.
“Hi.”, she says with a big
smile. Directly, it’s very obvious to Yousef that Sana is in a good mood and
that makes him smile. He has seen her come in here with a sad or exhausted
expression too often. Most of the time he didn’t know how to help so he usually
gave her a cupcake or some other dessert to cheer her up a little. Sometimes he
would tell her a stupid joke and act like he just remembered it to not be too
Now there is no need for any of that.
She seems happy.
“Hi! The usual?”, he responds
and starts making her coffee before she answers.
“Yeah, but can I also get a coffee
with a lot of sugar and milk?”, Sana adds.
Yousef’s head shoots up to see if he
didn’t notice a friend of hers coming in with Sana. Wouldn’t be the first time.
But there is no one. “Of course.”, he says, “So how’s your day
Sana leans a little on the counter and
watches as Yousef works efficiently as ever. Hands moving fast and his
eyes trained on her.
“Good, pretty good. And
yours?” She is genuinely interested and Yousef can see that.
He answers: “Yeah, well.. I had an
exhausting day. I’m having a good day now.”
It’s no secret what he’s implying which
makes Sana blush and look down at her hands for a few seconds. Yousef slows
down a little bit to have a few moments more with Sana.
“So, who is the second coffee
for?”, he asks casually.
In the same casual tone Sana answers: “For
a friend of mine. He’s waiting outside.” As soon as Yousef hears ‘he’, he
looks outside and the only one standing there is a blond guy standing with his
back to the window.
Something moves inside him. Yousef is
aware that the guy outside probably is only a friend because Sana said it’s a
friend and she wouldn’t have a reason to lie to him. Still, he wonders. All
this time he didn’t have the courage to ask her out. But in this very moment he
regrets it more than ever. Sana doesn’t have to wait around for him to get his
shit together and ask her out, if she even liked him like that, that is.
“I’m helping him find a good
birthday present for his girlfriend. She’s a really good friend of mine and
this way I can have my present for her ready early, too.”, Sana continues
to tell Yousef. When she is in a good mood she tends to share more than she
A relieved smile finds its way onto
Yousef’s lips, which Sana notices. She doesn’t say anything about it though.
Yousef gives Sana her friend’s coffee first and quickly scribbles something on
her cup while she looks at her phone. She pays, takes the coffees and starts to
leave after saying goodbye.
Sana doesn’t get far tough. Her eyes
fall onto her cup and she sees something that she never did before. Yousef had
written something on her cup. Well, that’s a lie. A few times, when he knew
that she had an exam, he wrote a short good luck message on the cup. But what
she sees now, written hastily, is a phone number. Yousef’s phone number. She breaks
into a big grin and stops in her tracks.
Yousef sees how she stops walking, right
in front of the door. Did this mean she found it weird that he did that? Yousef
just felt like he needed to do something right now. Was this the wrong thing?
He starts panicking but then Sana turns around. With a smile playing on her
lips. She silently raises her eyebrows at Yousef who mimics her. She lifts her
cup lightly and nods at it. Yousef looks at the cup for a second and then meets
Sana’s eyes. He nods and knows that Sana understood him the way he understood
her without saying anything.
“We’ll talk later.”, Sana
calls over to him, smiles and presses her lips together.
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Molly Hooper, Anthea (Sherlock), Mummy (Sherlock), Sherlock Holmes’ Father Additional Tags: background Johnlock, mystrade, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, coffee shop AU, Rated Explicit for final chapter, Greg is a teacher, Mycroft owns a café, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex Summary:“Are you hurt?” asks Mycroft. “I – I don’t think so,” mumbles the man indistinctly, in a light Estuary accent. His eyes are glazed, his hands unsteady. He shakes his head. Mycroft can recognise the signs of shock when he sees them. “Here,” says Mycroft, holding out his hand. “Let me just –” he untangles the heavy bag from around the man’s shoulders and puts it on the pavement. The man seems too dazed to take the proffered hand, so he slips it under his elbow instead and gently encourages him to stand. Mycroft pulls the man’s bike up onto the pavement and leans it approximately – as much as the bent front wheel will allow – against the wall. He’s pretty sure no-one’s going to bother stealing it in that state. He picks up the bag, hooking it over his shoulder, and offers his other arm to the man. “Come on.”
This is NOT A WIP. I’ll be posting as I edit. Chapter 2 now up!
I thought of another prompt! First time ever on land for any of the Gucks. (Can be first time alone on land too)
I decided halfway through writing this that Angie never has had the nickname “Banjey” in this AU. No real reason for it. Oh, and a bit of background. @agent-jaselin and I decided that, since merfolk turn into human forms for the purposes of reproduction, they can’t achieve a full human form until after they hit puberty. They can do some stuff with legs, but it’s not very stable and doesn’t last for long, not to mention that they’re still covered in scales. So anyways, here’s Fiddleford with his (webbed) hands full, trying to keep his younger siblings from sending out “we aren’t human” vibes at the market.
“Angie, sweetling, get over here
so’s I can fix yer shirt,” Ma MerGucket said.
Angie pouted. Ma, Pa, and their
youngest three guppies were in a cave that was dry at low tide, getting the
guppies ready for their first solo trip to the closest human town.
“Why do I need to wear it?”
“‘Cause humans are weird ‘bout
seein’ unclothed bodies,” her ma replied.
With a sigh, Angie walked hesitantly over to Ma MerGucket, her rarely
used legs wobbly. Ma MerGucket carefully took Angie’s shirt off,
turned it inside out, and put it back on.
She looked over her youngest guppy carefully. “Well, ya look human to me, honey-bun,” Ma
MerGucket said. Angie beamed.
“What ‘bout me?” Lute
asked. Ma MerGucket looked over at her
youngest son. She smiled.
“Perfect,” she said. Pa MerGucket ruffled thirteen-year-old Lute’s
“Now, Fidds, yer goin’ to keep a
close eye on yer lil siblin’s, right?” Pa MerGucket asked. Fresh-faced, eager, and a full sixteen years
old, Fiddleford nodded.
“And ya won’t leave Main
“No, sir,” Fiddleford, Lute, and
Angie said together.
“You’ll be back ‘fore the tide
“And no, I mean no splittin’ off, understand?” Pa
MerGucket said firmly. “There’s folks in
the world what hunt merfolk. They can
sniff us out easy and fast.” His
children nodded. “All right then,
guppies. Seems like it’s time fer yer
first trip on yer own.” He kissed each
one on the top of their head. “Go on,
have a grand old time.”
What is this?” Lute asked, dragging Fiddleford over to a stall at the
market. Lute stumbled a bit, still
getting used to using feet. Fiddleford
smiled apologetically at the person manning the stall.
“It’s bread, Lute. You’ve seen it ‘fore,” Fiddleford said, lying
through his teeth. Lute frowned.
“No I ain’t.”
“Yes, ya have,” Fiddleford said
firmly. Lute’s eyes widened as he caught
onto what his older brother was saying.
“Oh, uh, right. Guess I just didn’t recognize it or
somethin’,” Lute said. He smiled
weakly. The person manning the stall, a
kindly looking old woman, smiled back.
“That’s an interesting accent
you’ve got there, kiddos. Where you
“The oc-” Lute started.
“Small town, you’ve prob’ly
never heard of it,” Fiddleford interrupted.
“Our parents gave us permission to spend the afternoon on Main Street
while they do business elsewhere.”
“Ah. Well, if you’re not from around here, I’d
recommend taking your younger brother to the pawn shop. There’s a lot of interesting things in there
for a strapping young lad,” the shopkeeper said. Lute beamed at the compliment.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Lute said. He looked around. “Where’s Angie?”
If you want that, you need to pay for it,” someone shouted. Fiddleford sighed.
“She’s prob’ly the one bein’
yelled at.” The brothers turned
around. Sure enough, Angie was
stock-still, staring wide-eyed at the person scolding her. In her hands, she had a shiny piece of
“But I did,” Angie
protested. The young man (whom she had
presumably stolen from) frowned.
“Shells are not money, miss,” he said, throwing a handful of the aforementioned
shells on the ground. Angie gaped.
“Sir? Sir!” Fiddleford said, intervening before his
sister could dig herself a deeper hole.
The man turned to look at him.
“Sorry, she’s young, and
unfamiliar with the area. She and my
other younger sibling – he’s right here with me – can get a bit out of hand
sometimes. Especially when they’re in new sit’ations. Here.”
Fiddleford dug a few pieces of the local human currency out of his bag
and handed it over. The man looked over
the money and nodded.
“All right.” He looked at Lute, who was clearly the same
age as Angie. “Your younger siblings are
“No we-” Lute started. Fiddleford clapped a hand over Lute’s mouth.
“Twins are a handful. My sister had a pair of twins a while
back. I understand it’s easy to lose
track of them,” the man said. “But try
to keep a better eye on your younger siblings.”
“Yessir. My apologies, sir.” Fiddleford gestured for Angie to join
him. Once she had walked over (tripping
once) he grabbed her hand. The three of
them began to walk down the street quickly.
“What’d ya get?” Lute asked
curiously. Angie grinned.
“It’s a pretty necklace. Thought ‘Lynn might like it. A present, to celebrate her gettin’ a mate ‘n
“Aw, that’s nice of ya,” Lute
said. He looked at Fiddleford. “Can we go to the pawn shop?”
“I want to go to the pawn shop!”
“Some lady who sells bread said
I should go there,” Lute informed her.
Angie’s eyes widened.
“Now I really want to go there!
“Don’t know,” Lute said with a
“It’s a sort of human food. But we’re not buyin’ bread, and we’re not
goin’ to the pawn shop,” Fiddleford said.
“What? Why?” Lute and Angie whined together. Fiddleford pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You two almost blew our
cover! Stealin’ and- and askin’ ‘bout a
food that all humans have seen. We’re
“No,” Lute and Angie complained.
“Yes,” Fiddleford said
firmly. He took a breath. “It ain’t yer fault. Yer just not ready to be ‘round so many
humans yet. Ya don’t know how the
culture works. We’ll have Ma give ya
some more lessons, and we can go back in a few months.”
“To the pawn shop?” Lute
asked. Fiddleford smiled at his younger
one cannot have enough of cute and random aus so here have some more
the cute and quiet customer that frequents the coffee shop where I’m a barista
and also where my rival barista works and we’re both fighting for your
attention in increasingly creative and inconspicuous ways (making foam art,
writing cheesy pick-up lines on your napkin etc. etc.)” AU.
my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re
cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s
becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you” AU.
an Art student and I’m an English major and you keep stealing the papers for my
assignment to doodle and I would kill you but you’re really cute and hey that’s
actually a really nice sketch” AU.
the perpetual frowner in class and one day as I’m answering the teacher I
intentionally make a very cheesy pun and I can hear crickets but you’re laughing
out loud and that makes me feel very much accomplished” AU.
manager says the only reason the restaurant where we work at is popular is because
people enjoy eating while watching our relentless flirting with each other but
I swear to God we’re not flirting???” AU.
ditch prom to attend a local poetry slam and you’re also there and I never
really noticed what a cute smile you have and hey do you maybe want to bond
over our mutual love for ‘Howl’???” AU.
new in town and you seem very intimidating but as it turns out you have an
awful sense of direction even with a map and you’re actually adorkable so here
let me help you” AU.
Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook
nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious
and I think I love you???” AU.
gym class and we’re playing volleyball and you spike really well and you manage
to hit the ball square in my face and I think I’m bleeding and you’re
apologizing profusely and it’s okay but you’re really cute so I guess I’ll take
you up on that offer for coffee” AU.
the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering
their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and
drawing phallic pictures on your coffee” AU.
mutual friend invites us to go shopping with them and it’s kind of awkward and
now you’re pushing them around the mall in a shopping cart and you’re both
screaming like excited children and I’m paying the cashier and pretending I don’t
know either of you” AU.
mutual friend invites us for Thanksgiving dinner with their other friends and
now there’s a full-fledged food fight going on with potatoes and turkey flying
everywhere and we’re both seeking refuge under the table whilst sharing a bag
of chips that you brought (just in case)” AU.
and I are both baristas at a coffee shop and one day I step out of the café to
take a break and walk in on you gleefully drawing phallic pictures on the
chalkboard outside that no one pays attention to so what are you doing?” AU.
and I go out to a sushi bar and the sushi chef yells at you for being allergic
to a particular kind of fish and now you’re crying and I’m trying to comfort
and I are at a sushi restaurant and you’re continuously snagging sushi off the
belt that I have to pay for and you don’t seem to be going to stop anytime soon
but you look so cute when you’re eating with that smile on your face what the
hell man” AU.
mailman constantly mixes up your home address and mine together and keeps on
sending me your letters and packages and I’m sorry I look through them but your
life seems very interesting as well as those books on black magic in one of your
packages so wanna talk about it over a cup of coffee?” AU.
both strangers sitting in the same booth at an eatery because all the other
booths are full and you’re drawing smiley faces on your plate with ketchup and
wow your concentrated frown is cute” AU.
our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re
the only ones at the ceremony who are single” AU.
my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how Charles
Dickens inspired prison reform and how the moon must feel insignificant because
it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you
please shut up and go to sleep” AU.
actually a really friendly and chill vampire and at night you float around
outside of my bedroom window to talk with me about the universe and stuff” AU.
going through my sketchbook and giving questioning looks and I swear to God I’m
just a deranged artist and not a serial killer” AU.
live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re
dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re
a dork” AU.
been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through
for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what
to make of you” AU.
sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you
read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should
drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad” AU.
a scrawny black cat in our neighborhood that hates everyone and everything but
follows you around for some reason and I see you pet it and feed it fish fries
are you a witch” AU
a perpetual frowner and most certainly not a morning person and I work
part-time at a breakfast bar and your disheveled hair and content smile as you
eat my waffles and scrambled eggs is the only thing that can get me to smile”
the one in class who has tattoos all over their arms and piercings and
everybody’s scared of you and one day I catch you watching cat videos and doodling
in the middle of a lecture and wow you’re a dork” AU.
work part-time as a cashier at the local corner store and you come here
regularly to shop and bond with me over the microwavable chicken bites so how
about I take you out on a proper date instead?” AU.
the owner of a magic shop and you discover my magics one day when you walk in
on my cat flying around inside the shop on a broom and now I have to take you
in as my apprentice or turn you into a toad” AU.
the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s
also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your
napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU.
a tea-lover yet you come to the coffee shop where I work at just to see my foam
art and you give me hefty tips regularly so I’ve taken it upon myself to master
the art of tea-making just for you” AU.
a fashion major and I’m working on my illustrations and maybe I’ve had too much
coffee but I swear I just saw one of the mannequins move so here I am calling
you in the middle of the night please help I’m scared” AU.
work at a fast food restaurant and as you hand me my food you lecture me for
ruining my health what is this hypocrisy” AU.
egging a random person’s house to relieve stress and you join me and as it
turns out the house belongs to your ex and now they are chasing us as well as
the police and now we’re both in jail waiting to be bailed so um you wanna talk
about it?” AU.
Coffee Shop AUs I need as someone who works in a coffee shop
AUs where both of them are baristas:
AU where business is really slow so Person A and Person B start doodling on the hot sleeves for the cups and compete to see whose doodles the customers like better and then A starts doodling on B like hearts or some cute shit
The new manager (Person C) is an Asshole and is making them scrub the floor with bleach (been there, done that, it sucks) and they bond over complaining about C
Dealing !!! with annoying customers!!!! And standing up for each other/bonding over the assholes! Example annoying customers from my experience as a barista:
That customer who orders a cappuccino not knowing what it is and then getting upset when its not a latte (u baristas out there feel me)
when you run out of somehthing (like cold brew or the sodas in the cooler) and they ask you to look in the back and then throw a fit bc they don’t get what they want (this happened to me once, a grown ass man threw a tantrum bc we didn’t have milk for his goddam cookies tf)
when you make them wait for more than two seconds to take their order/ make their drink and they get pissy
when its slow and the customer watches you make the drink and start making comments like bitch let me do mmy job
Person A and B don’t normally work the same shift but A is covering for C and goddam, B is fucking cute
when there’s a rush and the cafe is understaffed so its just A and B and they have to work together to make like seventeen drinks and personal space stops existing bc you gotta get those drinks made ASAP ( I can’t count the amount of times my coworkers and i have been all up in each other;s space trying to work around each other to make drinks). Bonus points if A is already pining for B and is getting flustered about close quarters. Extra bonus points if B notices and starts being a llittle shit about it and gets even more in A’s space ;)))
bonding over making fun of ridiculously specific drink orders (not until the customer is gone tho don’t be rude)
A is new and B teaches them how to make drinks and shows them the ropes and maybe starts flirting bc the newbie is a hottie ;)
when the rest of their coworkers + manager ship it
When regular customer (Person C) comes in and makes chit chat and assumes A and B are dating and one (or both) get flustered
CLOSING TOGETHER AND BEING ABANDONED BY THEIR COWORKERS TO CLEAN THE FUCKKNG DISHES AND IT TAKES FOREVER AND THEY BOND OVER THE FACT THAT THEIR COWORKERS ARE ASSHOLES WHO LEFT THEM ALL THE CLEANING TO DO
I need more coffee shops AUswhere theyre both baristas @ fanfic writers pls
Flower shop AU because I couldn’t stop imagining Victor working in a small shop near Yuri’s university, and he’s happy working with all the flowers and seeing the customers pleased with the bouquets he makes. One day Yuri listens to his friend Pichit and decides to go buy a few flowers to give a cozy touch to his flat… and he can’t help but being awed by the beautiful angel that greets him by the door. After that day, Yuri
decides that his flat looks a lot better with the flowers and becomes a regular customer.