#( college barista au?? )

[privodoro]

omg harrow pay attention to your gf for once

[leewonkyeom]

 light a flame | jeon wonwoo | masterlist

☆ synopsis

when your roommate quits his job at the coffee shop you frequent you never imagined the new guy would be hot or even your type. to make matters worse you both study law at the same university.

your friends to try to convince you to get together with him. you try to convince them you just find him really nice... but are you able to convince yourself?

☆ pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

☆ genre:  smau, university au, coffee shop au

☆ warnings: swearing, drinking, implied 18+ content

☆ status: ongoing, updates every thursday and sunday

☆ started: 07.09.23

☆ ended: 21.03.24

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profiles: 1 | 2

chapters:

001: stop thirsting on main

002: i’m not a fucking rat

003: please yn it was for the vine

004: not asking for a friend, i’m asking for me

005: you’re forced to come even if minghao drops of the face of the earth

006: HE’S TALL AND HE GOT A NICE ANGLE SHUT UP

007: you can’t recognize drip even if it’s staring right in your face

008: are you trying to limit my artistic expression?

009: step aside! if anyone’s playing wingman it’s me

010: like slaying monsters?

011: “me as a baby”

012: you obviously know the worth of cancelling

013: is that seungcheol photoshopped as aang from avatar?

014: playing league of legends does not qualify as “having a life”

015: he made me stand outside the coffee shop with a “free hugs” sign

016: good luck, daredevil

017: well, i honestly think you’re both in the wrong

018: then i say spider-man is within the realms of possibility

019: i just wanted the public opinion

020: digital footprint

021: i have faith in the tiger

022: last selfie before we die and i didn’t even look good

023: vernon’s sock drawer isn’t a good hiding place

024: i’m thinking of hanging it in our shared bathroom so seungkwan can be reminded of his good deed

025: oh don’t bring judy into this!

026: staging a storm just so someone can experience the forced proximity trope

027: entering private property in 3... 2... 1

028: i’m not helping a traitor

029: all of my midnight entertainment... gone in seconds

030: yes i will be sharing... / the juices?!

031: uh oh / the ominous period

032: i will go just to prove i’m right

033: oh my god... that woman

034: it means you’re annoying /next

035: i know i’m giving zero context here, but bear with me

036: that guy only has feelings for his right arm

037: how can i dump someone i never even dated?

038: joshua says you can come if you take 10 penalty shots and do a strip tease

039: i can never look any of them in the eyes again... well, except johnny

040: ohh so he’s your super smart study buddy?

041: i didn’t know we had chan’s biggest fan right here

042:i didn’t know you were sending all that, chan. sorry.

043: just a peck

044: as real as spider-man

045: so arguably, it wasn’t even my fault

046: shut up and make out with wonwoo instead

047: special deal only for my boyfriend

048: i’m literally throwing rocks at your window as we speak

049: i’m just training you to be wonwoo’s little pet

050: i’m not having a dog ruin the ambiance

051: epilogue

bonus chapter

[justjams7787]

Coffee shop au!!

[1starqi]

Call On Silent

(Part 1: Chicken Scratch) (Part 3: Easy Talking) (Part 4: Over The Moon) (Part 5: No Messing Up) (Part 6: Can We Talk?) (Part 7: Goldilocks)

genre: fluff, college!au

pairing: student!mark x student!o/c (this one can still be treated as xreader)

summary: the cute guy calls you!

wc: ~600

note: upwards of 500 words again! this one's just cute and only a little stressful for m/c

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As you sit in your lecture, your phone is buzzing incessantly in your pocket as you frantically try to silence it. A call?? Why isn’t it on silent?! Drawing a few stares from the people in your immediate surroundings, you finally silence it—that, or it goes off by itself. What the hell? You try to refocus on the lecture but your interest is piqued, who was calling you? Your mom knows not to call you now because you're busy, and your friends are all in lectures. Prof. Im’s usually entertaining words go in one ear and out the other because curiosity swallows you whole. You don’t even know why you’re so curious. You could just pull your phone out, but you risk getting in trouble—even if your professor is a sweetheart. 

Soon after, you find yourself walking out of the lecture hall, brightly lit by the midmorning sun, on the way to the ‘bathroom’. Your back hits the hard white brick wall as you lean into it and whip out your phone in it’s cherry red case. It’s an unknown number. You realize it’s probably spam, and feel a let down that it’s not the boy from the café. That is, until you see the 26 second voicemail and the transcript that the number left and your heart almost stops. He actually called? Mark Lee actually called? You’re shocked, to say the least. He did give you a nod, but you expected that it was just for politeness’ sake. Should I listen now? Your mind is racing with anticipation. You press the play button and hold your phone up to your ear, eager to hear what he said. Is he going to let me down easy?

“Hey, um, I realized I didn’t even get your name… I just called you to say that I thought you were really cute at the café, and I’d love to take you out somewhere sometime. It doesn’t matter to me where we go, I want you to have fun. I know you gave me your number but if you changed your mind that’s totally okay too, but I really hope you’ll take me up on the offer.” 

He sounds really nervous. You guess he doesn’t have class now? Besides that, you’re floored. He called you and wants to take you out on a date. This is so crazy. You didn’t even realize he didn’t know your name. It makes sense, you’re mutual friends but you’ve never really had a conversation. You’ve heard a Mark referenced in passing, but you never knew who he was or what he looked like. You guess that it goes the same for him—he’s never put your name to your face. He can’t see that I’ve listened, right? You’re faced with two options: A) text him that you’re in class and say yes, or B) text him later and say you were in class and say yes. To hell with it, you’ve already listened, you might as well text him now. The pads of your fingers beat rhythmically against the digital keys: hey! i got your voicemail, but i’m in class so i can’t call you, so sorry! i’d love to go out sometime. we can figure out the details later lol. You rephrase it like three times, what would make you sound eager but not crazy? You don’t know—you’ve never done this before. You remember to add something else: my name is moon sora, by the way. You think your name is silly; moon in English and sky in Japanese. You pad your way back into the classroom—you were only gone for 5 minutes.

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

wip wednesday!

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“This is one of my favorites,” Gareth continued, “so I’m really hoping you’re gonna like it too. It’s dark chocolate with cherries. I mean of course it has some dumbass name like Black Forest Fantasy that Fred will probably try to dock my pay if I don’t mention to you. But, like, who the hell would just know off the top of their head what that’s supposed to mean? Black Forest Fantasy sounds to me like something Eddie would name one of his campaigns.” El had a helpless case of the giggles by then, and Gareth giggled right along with her. His cheeks looked so plump and squishy when he laughed. If Max hadn’t been watching, El probably would’ve done something extremely silly like reaching out to gently brush his cheek with her knuckles.

“Anyway,” Gareth said hastily as the door opened and three more people walked into the shop. “I hope you like it, and just let me know if you want anything else, okay?” Then he did exactly what she’d been hoping he would— he grinned and winked. Behind her, Max didn’t quite manage to stifle a giggle. El sighed audibly as he hurried up to the register.

“Oh my god, El,” Max whispered as they followed Lucas and Will to a table. “You two are ridiculously cute together.”

But El shook her head no. “It’s not me, it’s him. I feel like I can barely even make coherent sentences when he’s looking at me.”

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[prophetofthesun]

is it so wrong to draw modern AU fanart of my own comic?

[anachronistic-falsehood]

i do not understand modern vashwood coffee shop aus where wolfwood is the barista. he is not barista material he'd cuss out the first karen to criticize his coffee. that man should be a line cook at a shitty run down restaurant and he smokes weed in the break room and swears at the owner but they can't fire him because he's the best cook they've ever had. actually vash shouldn't be the barista either he can't memorize all the different ways to make beverages and would spill an entire black coffee on wolfwood and wolfwood didn't even order a black coffee he orders decaf, vash would get fired like ten minutes into his first shift

this applies to every version of vashwood btw none of them should be handling hot coffee. put wolfwood in a shitty restaurant that vash frequents bc they make good desserts or put vash in a flower shop that wolfwood goes to often because the kids he babysits like the flowers. they would b terrible baristas

[storybookhawke]

Hello writerly friend!

Regrading the WIP fic title things, can you tell me about, and give me a snippet for the fenhawke college radio AU?

🥰

This one is ANCIENT, like 2015 levels of ancient, so it might be bad!

The host’s voice is a handsome baritone, like a stream of melodious velvet as he introduces song after song. The sound of it is more captivating than the music, which already has a hold on him. Having nothing else to do, Hawke’s imagination wanders to what this radio host might look like. Is he a human or an elf? A dwarf, or void, even a qunari?

“Remember,” the enrapturing voice reminds him just after a song so catchy that it has Hawke whistling its tune. “Callers may submit requests using the radio call line.”

The next song is just as fantastic as its predecessors, and so is every song that follows. Whoever is choosing the music, be it the host or otherwise, is doing a damn fine job.

“Welcome back,” the host says in a tone more deep and formal than previous song introductions, “It is now two in the morning. This has been Fenris with Late Night Beat on KWDL, Kirkwall University’s own campus radio station. Thank you and goodnight.”

[datshitrandom]

Favorite Fanfics (107/?): Hearing Verse by @adiwriting

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku AU Barista Bakugo

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Disclaimers!

Stories linked on titles are NOT mine.

Some contain mature content.

Read tags. Check Ratings.

Credit to @primabohr for the art.

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Better Latte Than Never by dynyamight

Summary: Katsuki writes Izuku’s coffee cups every Friday morning, and jots down shitty names for Kaminari to call every time.

He wonders why Izuku keeps coming back. It bothers his heart.

Rated - General Audiences

Rated - General Audiences

The Nerd and the Shitty Barista by Tokiji

Summary: “Hello, rude barista?” The brunette called. “You can stop ogling my best friend now.”

“Go fuck yourself, Round Face,” he replied without missing a beat, eyes still fixated on Deku’s bubble butt.

She huffed, rolling her eyes, but he could hear her sly grin as she said, “You know, your hot chocolate here isn’t really that good.”

“Hah?” He finally turned to her, brows furrowed from her completely random comment. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” she started, slowly, like she was about to tell him where he could find the answers to his next exam. “That Izuku insists on coming here for something other than your drinks.”

One Shot | No Quirks AU

Rated - Explicit

For the Road by chibicharlie95

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki works hard to remain professional as a coffee shop barista, but its really freaking hard when your mailman is this attractive!

One Shot | No Quirks AU

Rated - General Audiences

Hotter, Scarier, Better Barista by elisosly

Summary: Izuku Midoriya is in mourning, ok? His favorite barista, Dabi, had quit the local Starbucks and Izuku was not fairing well. He had been avoiding the coffee haven like the plague until he was unceremoniously dragged there by his so called best friend Ochako Uraraka and left STRANDED. Little did he know he'd be professing his undying love and gratitude to Ochako after his visit because not only did he meet a new hot barista, but he also got what he never knew he wanted: a hot and steamy hookup in the Starbucks stockroom. What a day.

One Shot | No Quirks AU

Rated - Explicit

See me in blue ink by IHasDieded

Summary: Every week, Deku shows up at Coffee UA, and makes all who happen to be there victims to his constant scribbling.All except Katsuki.

And no, he is definitely not salty about it.

{One Shot}

Art Student Midoriya | No Quirks AU

Rated - Teen & Up

Four Cubes of Sugar by sushirapper

Summary: Izuku's just a sleep deprived Quirk development major trying to keep awake long enough to finish his doctoral thesis. Lucky for him, there's this pretty blond barista at a coffee shop just down the road that always gets his order just right and he thinks he might be in love.

One Shot | Quirks, but no Heroes AU

Rated - General Audiences

His Best Shot (Of Espresso) by cosmic_affinities

Summary: Taking the morning shift was the best decision Katsuki ever made, he could survive the early hours and bitchy customers if it meant Izuku went to him for his morning coffee. Now all he has to do is keep him coming back.

One Shot | College AU | No Quirks AU

Rated - General Audiences

great taste white caramel (with sweet linamnam) by kamie (mimocha)

Summary: The green-haired nerd thanked him for the coffee before leaving in a rush to who knows where. He sighed and began arranging Izuku's payment into the cash register before stopping abruptly at a white piece of paper in between the bills of money.

/what the fuck..?/

He flipped it over and sure enough, there was something scribbled on it. A number?

Oh.

It was a phone number.

Did the nerd..?

A raging blush pervaded Katsuki's cheeks as his hair stood on end.

Someone was interested in him? And it wasn't just anyone, but it was the cutest nerd he's ever seen - the way Deku's freckles littered over the bridge of his nose and to both sides of his round and squishable cheeks was the epitome of "cute", plus the dimples on the ends of his mouth when he smiled? Katsuki could stare at them all day.

Fuck.

He was whipped.

He huffed in denial and shoved the little piece of paper into his jean pocket, trying not to think about the green-haired cutie so he could actually continue working (key word: trying).

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by rhenna

Summary: Izuku and Bakugou are college students who meet at Bakugou's part-time job. Somehow Bakugou winds up collecting Izuku's poems... without his knowledge.

Incomplete | 4/? Chapters

College AU | No Quirks AU

Rated - Teen & Up

Starbucks Boy by exocising

Summary: Midoriya Izuku does some babysitting and falls in-love with the hot Starbucks guy behind the counter.

— — —

AU where Izuku, a disaster bi, stays with his dad at NYC for a gap year and falls love at first sight.

One Shot | No Quirks AU

Rated - General Audiences

The Crown by secrets_of_L

Summary: Crown Prince Izuku and barista Katsuki meet one morning. Izuku buying Katsuki a coffee for months before asking him on a date. A date that was great, but had some interesting future results. In other words, Katsuki now has to meet Izuku's family.

One Shot | No Quirks AU | Royalty AU

Rated - Teen & Up

[privodoro]

outdoor makeout study session

[arminsumi]

Fuck it I love you

Fic / L. Ackerman / C1

"I don't know if I can tie my hands behind my back when it comes to you."

Levi's that shy boy who works at the cafe near campus. He's overwhelmed with newfound affections for you. Although any romantic advances seem hopeless, considering the fact that you're dating the local heart-throb, Erwin.

Cws; fluff, angst, mutual pining, slight love triangle

Notes on Y/n; Fem! + fem!pronouns used

Notes on this au; modern! + college!, Levi and Erwin are rivals

"I don't like the term 'crushing' very much. It sounds juvenile." Levi grumbles quietly while stealing another glance of you in the library.

"Yes, but that's exactly what it is! What else would you call it?" Hange replies, then pauses to look over at you as you peruse the aisles, "I think it's very sweet." Hange assures Levi.

It's been about five months since you've begun attending Paradis' biggest college in Trost, and just two months since you've started dating the valedictorian, Erwin Smith; a bright-faced blond who showers you with affection. He's everything a boyfriend ought to be, and although your ego swells when girls on campus give you jealous looks, something just feels... incompatible between the two of you.

If Levi had any idea that you doubted your feelings for Erwin, he'd be brave enough to talk to you. But for now, he's resorted to complaining to Hange about how his growing feelings are such a nuisance to deal with.

"Hey, okay, how about you try talk to her now? I mean, Erwin's nowhere in sight." Hange nudges Levi, who's brooding over his textbooks.

"She's busy, I'd just annoy her. I know I'd be annoyed if someone approached me in the library."

Hange laughs, "But that's just because you're a grumpy old man trapped in a nineteen-year-olds body."

"Maybe." Levi says.

"Alright, how about later? Just strike up a conversation when you bring her order." Hange suggests.

Levi shrugs and sighs, seemingly giving up early on the idea. Hange persists until he agrees that he'll at least try.

You're idling the aisle nearby, Levi has to crane his neck to catch a proper glimpse of you.

His cold irises swirl with a sort of olden-day affection, and now he can't take his gaze off of you. He completely tunes out of Hange's rant about chemistry and Moblit, only focusing on you; to others, he seemed calculating right now, but he felt nothing but adoration for your features and your very feeling.

"Talk to her you coward!" Hange yells in Eldian, slamming the table, startling Levi like someone just dumped cold water on his back.

He gives Hange a vexed look, then raises from the circular white table that he was previously hunched over.

"I'm not cowardly, just cautious. You do know that she's dating him, don't you?" Levi sighs, disheartened by his own fact-check.

There's a cramped, earthy cafe on campus that draws in artists who adore the architecture and coffee addicts who drift through the front door by the enticing scent, as if cartoons.

At around 6 PM every day, without fail or delay, you walk through the entrance door. Levi is always tending behind the counter, often pouring latte art into a freshly made beverage.

Today when you enter, at your side is your boyfriend, Erwin Smith. Levi draws his eyes up to look over, noticing this immediately, and then everything inside of him prickles with white hot jealousy.

He accidentally spills milk over the countertop, it forms a puddle.

"Shit." Levi mutters reactively under his breath, getting a rag to clean it up.

He absolutely loathes when Erwin strolls up to the counter to take both of your orders, instead of it just being you like usual.

Levi sees that you're entangled with your textbooks. They're splayed over the round table like an abstract art display.

"Levi, I didn't know you worked here." Erwin condescends with a gentle smile.

Something in his air is intuitive, like he knows that Levi is annoyed by his presence.

Hange is sat in clear sight, giving Levi a look that tells him not to say anything problematic to the school's valedictorian.

"Can I take your order?" Levi asks calmly, ignoring Erwin's rising smug atmosphere.

Perhaps on purpose, Erwin changes his mind several times about his own order.

Levi glares over at your table when Erwin returns, then draws this glare over to the deafeningly loud coffee grinder, like it's done him wrong.

He pours the latte art of Erwin's order with the mundanity of a cement truck pouring cement. Contrastingly, after he refills the latte cup with creamy milk, he pours the latte art of your order with the same sort of carefulness that a mother would have for her baby.

With meticulous movements, he creates the illusion of a flower in the cup. The intense aroma of the fresh brew travels over to your table.

It's a scent that you'll always associate with Levi; slightly earthy notes from the cafe's hanging plants mingling with coffee grounds. Every now and then you catch the scent of a flower, but it passes quickly.

When Levi brings your order, for the briefest moment the two of you make eye contact. Of course, he's too shy to maintain it for longer than a second, but it's enough to get his heart panging excitedly.

He mutters Erwin's order emotionlessly and sets it on the table in front of him. Then he gently sets down your cup, careful not to disturb your study papers.

"Enjoy." He says, more so to you than Erwin.

Hange gives Levi a sympathetic look when he gloomily floats behind the barista counter. He leans against the counter with folded arms, watching you as you laugh with Erwin about something. Levi gets lost in admiration over your smile.

His heart sinks while his head fills with negativity and jealousy.

But then, as if by a pitying god's hands, yours and Erwin's date is interrupted by an urgent call. Your blond boyfriend excuses himself, bright eyes alight with apologies as he explains that he has to go.

Before leaving, he places an almost formal kiss to your hand. Levi scrunches his eyes at this, and looks away in repulsion at Erwin. Hange has to smother their laughter while this all plays out.

Now you're left to finish your beverage with the sole company of your textbooks and notes. It looks aesthetically disorganized to you, but to any sane person it looks like nightmarish disorganization.

Although Levi is a neat person, he's barely bothered by how messy your table is. He finds it almost endearing. But that's only because it's your mess. If it was anyone else he would be internally judging them.

Hange gives Levi an encouraging nod in your direction, so he inhales deeply, as if the air could fill him with more confidence. But as soon as he floats over to your table, his chest is engulfed by shyness.

His whole demeanor feels similar to a cautious bird, hopping near to strewn seeds.

"Do you want another?" He asks simply, his words nothing like how he just rehearsed in his mind.

"No way, I'll be through the roof if I have more caffeine." You briefly laugh, the melody of your voice grasping his heart.

"Oh... um, well, we also have decaf..." Levi suggests, daring to make very brief eye contact.

Hange sees that help is needed, and so comes to your table.

"Decaf coffee isn't going to get all that work done! Good grief, Y/n, you really know how to procrastinate." Hange jokes, bringing with them a convivial feeling.

"Hange!" You greet them excitedly, earning a lopsided smile.

Levi's shoulders slack in relief at Hange's intervention.

"Come, let's sit together. I'm lonely as all hell." Hange suggests, hopping onto the seat where Erwin once sat, "Levi, get a chair, and sit with us."

"My boss will-" Levi begins, but Hange smacks the table.

"Your boss will just have to deal with it. So, Y/n, what's the news?" Hange says, interlacing their fingers and propping their chin on top of them.

Levi's eyes tell a million thanks to Hange as he pulls up a chair and joins you two. He knows that he couldn't have asked to sit with you even if his life depended on it.

Obviously, it wasn't true that Hange was sitting with you out of loneliness; they just wanted to sew yours and Levi's companies together, then disappear so you could be alone together for once.

And so Hange conjures up some believable excuse to leave, giving Levi a subtle wink before exiting the cafe.

The golden hour approaches, and you have to believe me when I say that the light is pure gold; everything it touches becomes angelic, utterly pleasing the eyes.

Levi is absolutely captivated by how this gold light paints your face.

He never gives hint to the fact his heart is thumping sharply against his ribcage, or that his nerves are causing his leg to vibrate up and down under the table.

The only indications of his nervousness are his sharp swallows and stutter-started sentences.

He keeps a determined gaze on your empty coffee cup, his head subtly bowing out of shyness. It's completely eating him up. And so are you; your whole feeling engulfs him. He's never felt so satiated by someone's presence. It's incredible, really, considering that he's confirmed himself to be a loner by now.

Strands of his silky black hair are limply dangling over his eye. He's so pretty that you have to speak at least one of the compliments running rampant in your mind.

"I like your hair. It's doing a thing there." You compliment, pointing out a peculiar part that subtly curls inwards towards his eye.

He's taken aback, "Thank you?" is all he can manage to respond with.

If only you knew how much this tiny compliment affects him. He thinks about for the rest of his shift, which he returns to after his boss glares at him.

Before you leave, you walk over to the barista counter. Levi thinks you're going to pay, but then realizes that you've already paid.

"Hey, can I give you my number?" You say unexpectedly.

He stutters, but grasps this opportunity with a firm grip.

"I- yeah, uh, yeah sure." He says.

After you put yourself in his contact list, you look up at him and say something that rings in his mind for the rest of the evening.

"We should hang out sometime, I want to get to know you better."

Levi wasn't walking back to his dorm, he was drifting; drifting like the autumnal leaves that whimsically drifted around him. He was deep in his thoughts, for once not brooding over his predicament, but excitedly replaying and analyzing the conversation that you two shared earlier.

He messages Hange a million thank yous, and tells them all about what happened.

Hange: you should probs message her and confirm this hang out thing

Levi: Alright. But where should I suggest we go?

Hange: idk just meet her at the fountain plaza and wander town. i think that always works out the best =D

Levi: Okay

He switches to your chat, preparing to send the first ever message to it. But he hesitates for so long that his anxiety feeds his doubts, plumping them up so much that they block him from typing.

He goes back to his and Hange's chat.

Levi: I'm too nervous

Hange: adorable

Hange: don't think, just type and send

Hange: she's only a person yk

Levi: Okay.

With that, Levi composes a very short (and Levi-esque) message, hesitating only briefly before tapping the send button.

At the other end, there's you, snuggling your blanket almost falling asleep until Levi's message alerts you, shaking your brain awake.

With excited hands, you slide your phone off the bedside table and into your grip.

The phone screen glares at you, your eyes adjusting and reading;

1 NEW MESSAGE

You open it, and there reads his message;

Levi: Hi, it's Levi. Barista boy from today. Thank you for talking with me, it meant a lot. Maybe tomorrow if you're free we can hang out? I was thinking we could meet at the fountain plaza? It's okay if you change your mind.

While he's sinking into bed, nervously anticipating a response from you, his phone vibrates. He jumps and plucks his phone from the bedside table with humorous speed.

You: hey Vi!! yes ofc, i'd love to meet up tomorrow. fountain plaza sounds good, see you at 4pm-ish? :)

If his heart could sing, it would be singing a whole orchestral composition.

Vi.

He kept thinking about that.

It was just a little nickname that came off of the top of your head, but it meant a great deal to him, since no one has ever nicknamed him. In fact, he's openly declared his hatred for nicknames to just about everyone now.

Of course, this would later lead to the running joke in your relationship;

"Stop the Vi thing. It's Levi."

"Okay, sorry Le-Vi."

[froyo-ocs]

i love how in some aus I have of Aurora she's like a cute little church girly who is just shy and likes to build robots

and other aus she is the most manipulative bitch who is willing to destroy the world if it meant that her haters would die with it.

[chaotic-guinea-pig]

my hot take Tweek headcanon is that if he was given the choice, he would avoid the absolute living fuck out of working at any coffee shop

[1starqi]

Chicken Scratch

(Part 2: Call On Silent) (Part 3: Easy Talking) (Part 4: Over The Moon) (Part 5: No Messing Up) (Part 6: Can We Talk?) (Part 7: Goldilocks)

genre: fluff, college!au

pairing: student!markxbarista!o/c (this one can also be treated as xreader)

summary: where you give a cute guy your number on his coffee

wc: ~500

note: finally finished one, even if it's short!! I have another WIP that's currently 3k words. yikes.

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“Love so good feels like a thriller…” You mumble along to the lyrics of the music on the overhead speakers. The stained muslin rag in your hands feels icky from the day of use, and all you can think about is getting home to your warm, clean bed. It’s 5:23 and your shift is almost over at the café owned by your best friend.

The door chime at the front of the open room chirps happily and you force your shoulders not to slump. The cardinal red halter of your apron is digging into the spots between your neck and shoulders.

“Hello, welcome.” Damn it, you already messed up your intro. “What can I get for you?” You chant your greeting as you look up. It’s a guy you’ve seen a couple of times around your college. You run the same circles, too, and you can’t lie, he’s cute. He’s tall—maybe a couple of inches taller than you—and his face is nice. He has deep, dark eyes, and a contrasting face of sharp edges and a soft smile. You blink the thought of his pretty face away so you can do your job of making him whatever drink he’s getting at 5 pm.

“Can I get a single espresso americano, please?” His request is simple, though unusual for not the morning. He sounds tired. 

“Late night, huh?” You comment, offhandedly. You don’t know why you make small talk—It’s usually a nightmare for you. “What’s the name for the order?” You raise your eyebrows slightly at the man, anxious for the answer so you don’t have to pretend to not be checking him out.

“Mark Lee.” He tells you, even though you already know. You turn fast on your heel to make the two milkshakes for the mother-daughter duo in the front of the queue. When you get to his order, your hand grips the cold metal espresso machine as it splashes against the hot water in the cup. You press your tongue between your lips and drag the Sharpie along the cup. You write the M, the A, the R, and the K as carefully as possible so your handwriting doesn’t look like chicken scratch. Before you put the cup down on the pick-up counter, another idea jumps into your head. The Sharpie is suddenly back in your hand. You see your phone number staring back at you below his name. He’s always been a sort of evolved hallway crush of yours. Some of his friends are your friends, and sometimes you see him around campus. It just felt so natural to shoot your shot—is that a sign?

You gently place the coffee on the counter. “Mark Lee?” You keep an eye on him as he walks up and picks up the coffee. You can see the blush beginning to form on his ears as he reads the writing on his coffee. As you wait for him to walk out, he gives you a slight nod. Oh my gosh, he took it.

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wip wednesday

not much new to share (it’s been an insane week here in lostyville) but i just decided a fun epilogue to the story would be el going to the coffee shop for her usual latte and gareth casually slides this across the counter for her