#taking up the good ol' coffee shop au

[florenceafternoon]

━。゜✿ jily fic recommendations ✿ ゜。━

You know when you read a fic and love it so much that you want to find one exactly like it but different. Anyways, more Alternate Universe fics.

For reference, anything in italics is taken from the summaries on ao3.

These first few fics are all by elanev91 on ao3 (ao3 account required).

Force of Habit

Lily's been riding the same train back and forth to work for the last two and a half years and lowkey fancies the guy who sits one row up from her usual seat.

TW: parent death discussed

The fic that inspired the intro (I love it so much you don't understand)

Waffle Wars

There's only one waffle maker in the dining hall and it literally always breaks. So, naturally, the only reasonable course of action is to meticulously map out when it's working and, ultimately, do a heist.

every day I like you a little mower

Lily was JUST trying to be a good daughter and help her father with his yard work. Too bad the bloke next door is always outside and also the most annoyingly talkative person on the planet.

we could be gigantic series

Lily and James have been best friends since they were kids. Uni, a band, a trip abroad, a few tours and a couple of albums later, things start to change. Half an email fic, half a regular ol' narrative.

it wasn't a pity invite

Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and omg i’m so sorry

The one where they’re both doctors - also Northern Irish Lily.

One Direction on the A4

James and Lily are having quite the morning. James thinks a little nonsense might fix it. Or James is a dork and Lily loves it.

Ye Olde Smut Fic

Student recruitment fairs suck, but never fear -- Professor Evans and Professor Potter have figured out how to make it a little less annoying.

Professor AU, Modern AU, Muggle AU. Smutty ridiculousness. Plot questionable.

The tragedy is that they live in America

The Yeast I Can Do

Dr Lily Evans had an absolute shit day at work. Luckily, there's a bakery nearby that offers a course that she hopes will take her mind off of things.

For my fellow jily & wolfstar enjoyers, go do yourself a favour and check out their other works on ao3.

Teenage Kicks by @arianatwycross

It all starts with Lily being hired to be the bands tour photographer, then she actually meets the band and she quickly becomes absorbed by their fast lifestyle, their pranks and the hot lead singer. But its not exactly simple to be crushing on a famous Rockstar, is it?

Foam Hearts by Sleepinghookah (on ao3)

Coffee shop AU. A story in which James and Lily are blind - both in entirely different ways.

I promise he's not a bad person. You've got to read till the end and it'll make sense

When The Skies Are Gray by @athenasparrow

“Carry me?” Lily scoffed, biting her lip so she wouldn’t laugh in his face. Because he was about to do something nice for her. “I’m not some damsel in distress who can’t walk! I just need a bit of cover to make it to the tube.”

OR: two strangers, one umbrella, and a little bit of fate.

Tranquil Solitude (Until You Came Along) by @thelighthousestale

Prompt: I thought I went skinny dipping alone but oh my god this beautiful human is also here naked and I am a fool

All Lily wanted to do was take a nice, quiet swim on a hot day. And then James Potter showed up. And Lily had already removed her clothes for the private swim.

it would have been sweet by @firefeufuego

‘Lily,’ he says in her ear, voice slurred and barely audible above the pulsing bass of the music, ‘is there a reason I shouldn’t marry her?’

She can taste the truth bittersweet on her tongue: Yes of course there is, you colossal, darling idiot, you’re meant to be mine. But there’s the ring on Charlotte’s finger and there’s the one Lily found in Eddie’s sock drawer, and how can she be this person? The one who steals someone’s fiancé on his stag night? That’s not who she is, that won’t be who she is. ‘Of course not, James. You’ll make each other so happy.’ She nearly chokes on the lie as it leaves her mouth, all the more so because most of it isn’t even a lie at all.

For my second chance romance girls

This Hope is Treacherous by @tinyluminaryzombie

Lily Evans and James Potter: Aquentiences, Academic rivals, and now, Friends.

Except "friends" doesn't exactly feel right but Lily's too scared to do anything about it. But as James and her keep acting like more-than-friends she's unraveling with the uncertainty of it all.

OR: Choosing to fall in love can be just as thrilling and terrifying as love at first sight.

The Viscount's Daughter by @ghostofbambifanfiction

The beautiful, vivacious, and decidedly redheaded daughter of the 16th Viscount of Rowena has stolen the heart of young Prince James. Trouble is, she couldn't be less interested in him.

Thought it was abandoned but the author posted a snippet recently so maybe not?

The Queen of the Quills - Jily Edition by @elliemarchetti 

Lily and Petunia read the Queen of the Quills' latest column on James Potter, while the bachelor announces to his friends that he intends to get married.

Quest for Camelot by the incredible @petalsthefish

After the legendary Excalibur sword is stolen, Lily and James embark on a quest to retrieve the lost weapon. Lily searches for the sword to prove she is capable of being a knight despite being a girl. James searches because his falcon, Marlene, is desperate to find it for her master, Merlin. Along the way, they attempt to outwit the sinister Ruber, navigate through magical obstacles, decode puzzling prophecies, and uncover surprising similarities between themselves.

As their journey progresses, they both cannot deny the feelings growing between them with each passing day. Will they make it out of the quest alive, or will one of them perish in the ever-growing darkness that threatens to swallow the entire realm if Ruber gets his hands on the sword?

Based on the 1998 movie Quest for Camelot, but with more plot and less singing

Fearlessly Red also by @ /petalsthefish

Red. It was such an interesting color to correlate with emotion because it was on both ends of the spectrum. On one end there was happiness, falling in love, passion, all that. On the other end was jealousy, fear and frustration. Maybe that's why James thought the nickname fit Lily so well.

or Bodyguard!James/Celebrity!Lily

Get A Room bt @chierafied

The long-awaited trip to London goes awry when Marlene chooses to spend time with her boyfriend - forcing Lily to share their room with none other than James Potter.

you don't know me (but I know you) by @emeralddoeadeer

Lily has a crush, she knows his face well but can only imagine his name; until they meet that is.

About Time by heartablaze (on ao3)

Before his final year started, James Potter offered to be a resident advisor for a first-year dorm. What he didn’t count on was dealing with a confusing redhead across the hall, hospital visits, hallway parties and writing his thesis the night before it was due. Blimey. (Muggle Uni AU)

Unexpectedly in Love by jamespotters_exgirlfriend (on ao3)

When Lily Evans entered her final year of uni, she certainly didn’t expect to fall in love with James Potter. And well, let’s just say love isn’t the only unexpected thing to come out of their relationship.

Far Post by @eastwindmlk

James Potter and his friends are very serious about their pub football league. So, when the new roster comes out and there is a new team on there, an all women's team, he and Sirius set out to investigate.

You Know How To Ball, I Know Aristotle by @wearingaberetinparis

Now that the global superstar, Grammy-winning singer-songwriter Lily Evans and professional football player James Potter are together, they have to juggle the difficulties of a relationship in the public eye. Fresh off her World Tour, Lily Evans arrives at Wembley Stadium one year after James Potter first attended her show, to perform there for one final weekend before heading to the studio to record her next album. Her boyfriend, in the meantime, is off to Germany to play at the Euros for England. How will they ever make their relationship work when Lily is - so the press loves to imply - the least supportive WAG of the tournament?

sequal to And You Heard About Me (Ooh, We’ve Got Some Big Enemies!)

It's been a long time coming and it did not disappoint

I've recommended Three Swipes, You're Out by @naireides before, but I recently came across it's sequel making spirits bright

Sports star James Potter tries to pick Lily up on tinder. Lily Evans, a dedicated not sports fan is offended by the idea that someone thinks she wouldn't recognize James Potter's face. She laughs about it with her friends at a bar, until James Potter, who also frequents that bar, comes over to clarify that nope, he's on tinder, and he's definitely hitting on her.

...

She should have expected it to be hard, dating a celebrity, but somehow she and James make it work.

[mylarena]

EVERYBODY shut the fuck up. coffee shop barista au. soap is a barista and this one guy comes in at the same time on the dot every day and orders the same thing every time. (its straight black coffee with so much added caffeine that soap thinks it could kill a horse.) the man is like, 6′4″ and built like a brick house. soap is a pretty big guy himself, but god does he makes him look tiny.

his hair is blond, light enough that in some lighting it looks nearly silver. it seems to be a mess constantly- wavy locks that curl around the tips of his ears, fringe just long enough to partially cover one of his eyes. just long enough that someone could reach up and tuck it behind his ear. and soap wants to, if not just to get to feel his hair- it looks so fucking soft and smooth and soap wonders what his hair care routine is. (because surely you cant get hair that good without putting work into it, right?)

his upper face is littered with scars; over the bridge of his nose, across his cheeks, under his eye. theres probably more, but anytime he shows up he has a face mask on, one with some dumb skeleton design on it that would probably look stupid on anyone else, but somehow he makes it work.

and his eyes- god, his eyes. his left eye is a brilliant shade of blue with a shock of green at the bottom, something soap has never seen before. the two colors seem to clash and meld together all at once, an enchanting phenomenon that soap wants to study. his right eye is a deep, gorgeous chocolate brown, swirled with a lighter caramel tone that brightens his eye but makes his gaze no less intense. anytime he locks eyes with soap, he loses his breath- hes never seen someone so fucking beautiful in his entire life.

his voice is low and gravelly, a deep, accented rumble that soap swears to god he can feel in his bones. the man doesnt mince his words, but every time he does speak soap can feel himself shiver. he hopes it isnt visible.

the only name he gives for his order is ghost. that isnt enough for soap. he wants his first name- his real name, a name he can place to the beautiful face that lurks in his mind. (and in his sketchbooks.)

so he tries to pry it out of the man. he offers his own name first, john mactavish, but ghost doesnt give him his own name, instead opting nod and hum. he takes to calling soap ‘johnny’, something that soap has notably refused to let anyone call him, no matter how close they are. he allows ghost to call him it, finding the heat it spreads through his body pleasant and welcoming it. gaz, his fellow barista, is disgruntled when he finds out that soap is letting someone call him johnny when he was firmly denied the permission to do so himself.

every day soap asks for a name for the coffee, hoping that one day he’ll slip and tell him, but he never does. its always ghost, you know this, johnny. he keeps trying despite the ineffectiveness.

sometimes he throws out guesses. over time they get increasingly ridiculous, trying to get a huff or a snort out of the man when he looks at his cup. whatever name he chooses is accompanied by some shitty dad joke- one time ghost had told one that was god awful, but soap could see the glee in his eyes when he groaned and complained. he sees ghost look at the writing everytime he hands over the drink, and he adores the amusement he sees dancing in his gaze at the jokes, so he keeps it up.

their banter shifts from friendly teasing to flirting constantly- oftentimes mid-conversation. sometimes its soap who does it, (”the maaask... take it off?” “show my face?” “yes.” “no.” “are you ugly?” “quite the opposite.” “i doubt that.”) and other times its ghost. (”you like tequila?” “could use one right about now.” “id murder for a whiskey.” “you mean scotch?” “i drink bourbon.” “like a good ol’ boy...” “...  i love kentucky.” “yer out o’ yer mind, ghost.” “thats for sure.”)

(gaz is this fucking close to complaining to price about the sexual tension around them. if he has to deal with soap making eyes at this customer for one more fucking minute he thinks hes going to snap.)

[kitkatkey]

HarryKim AU fic recs? I gotcha. Heed each fic tags and double check for smut if you'd rather avoid that.

1) "in the car outside" by paisleycowboys, gym teacher Harry/rcm Kim au fic. They're neighbors, Kim's new in town, and Harry can't help but observe Kim observe him who's observing Kim. They don't get along at first but when feelings catch!!! Oh boy. Oh brother. They're so good for each other.

2) "at this point it was years before..." by RaccoonScientist, originally written in Mandarin translated into English, BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN AND SO MUCH FUN!! Harry and Kim met as children, grow up together as best friends, alternate universe where they do not become cops. I read and reread this fic bc I couldn't get it outta my head.

3) "Static over voice" by sosioban, SO SO SO SO FUCKING GOOD I REREAD THIS RECENTLY (March '24) OOOOOO FUCK!! Harry and Kim meet by chance online playing video game. It is silly. There is pining. They do figure it out.

4) "Du bois coffee" by harvestar, modern au where they work at Harry's coffee shop. Of course they fall in love. Of course they inevitably kiss. Cute fluff. Cuno is mentioned, wish there was more of him in this one.

5) "My Dear Elf with the Clipboard" by Sosioban, more fluff!! Set modern day during Christmas. Kim is a pining mess. He wants Hot Santa so badly it's stupid. Hot Santa is ofc Harry.

6) "Your Turn with the Frog" by sosioban, OH GOD ANOYHER ONE BY SOSIOBAN??? YES!!! love this, read it in one day instead of doing schoolwork. Rushed all that work. Don't regret it. So silly and filled to the brim with smut. Alice, Soona, and Ruby are Kim's friends, Kim is gay, Harry is trans, they're fuck buddies who are both teachers, what can wrong? Kim definitely won't catch feelings. Definitely... WILL BE REREADING THIS ONE

7) "All In Due Time" fic series by Oxycontin. Love love love- so sad sad sad. Kim ages in reverse. His days are numbered. He slowly relearns how to live and how to love and what comes next for everyone else has already happened for him. As time goes on he forgets things. He grows younger. Aging in reverse like Merlin. Some good ol Pale fuckery ya know? I love this series. Extremely well written. Tears my heart up. Read it. I promise it does not disappoint with the angst.

8) "Pale Moon" by greatdistractions, is a werewolf Harry fic set post game. Harry doesn't remember being a werewolf, Kim goes to find him when he doesn't go to work and doesn't answer any calls, and finds a wolf in his apartment instead. They go back to Martinaise. Some cute shit happens. Quick, simple, cute read.

And these last two are set post-game and serve more as continuations than AUs but they're still So Fuckin Good:

9) "birds of a feather flock together" fic series by Thegrimreaperisanerd. OH OH OHOHOHIHHHHHH!!!! I love this series, the second fic is currently in progress and is getting so so so so good!! Taking place post canon, the first fic (Imprinting) is a casefic with Harry and Jean and Harry is so desperate for his new bestie (Kim) he buys a pink phone second hand and does some very illegal very questionable things. DUCKLINGS THAT DROWN is the sequel exploring more of their (Harry and Kim) relationship and their relationships with the 41st. The author is incredibly sweet, highly recommend yall to read and leave em a kudos/comment trust me they'll notice.

10) "Birdcage-verse" fic series by Sarielle, phenomenal writing, excellent execution of a case fic- ADOPTED CUNO ALERT!!! SEAMLESS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS!!! There is so much world building that has gone into this series. I cannot recommend this series in particular enough. Really it has it all.

Wow, genuinely thank you anon, I wasn't expecting such a detailed response! I've read some of these already (incredible tho so i should reread) but I will absolutely check out the others!

[junkanimate]

EHY I'VE BEEN READING A LOT OF FANFICTIONS LATELY

I know, who would have guess?? Anyway I wanted to send some appreciation all around to some of the fanfics I've read, because writers need some more appreciation in general.

so, in no particular order:

✨Here's a list of fanfics I've read/I'm reading that I think they're pretty good✨

Solid Stone Turns To Clay by @randyzorra - MK fic

A solid Johnshi fic set in a pirate au, I'm absolutely obsessed with it. It's a beautiful slow burn, where Johnny is a disgraced bounty hunter who's trying to regain his fame by stealing The Shadow, legendary cursed ship. Ship that so happens to have a certain someone as her captain. Honestly not only I love the romance, but also the friendship between Johnny and Kung Lao and Johnny and Baraka.

Beware that this fic is tagged as explicit, so check the tags carefully

Back There by houndhead - MK fic

Ehy, have you ever thought that Raiden wasn't there when the others went to Outworld to find Shang Tsung? Yeah what if they never told him what happened back there because of good ol' classic trauma? I'm in love with this concept and houndhead explores it in a very interesting way, showing us how each character would act after experiencing what happened at the lab. I also really love how the characters interact with each other, in the last chapter Tanya and Tomas are just perfect.

Raise The Blade (Make The Change) by cherrycola94 - MK fic

A very fun Johnshi fic that's written a little bit like a script, it has some added scene set before the game, some exploration of the canon through a Johnshi lense, ad finally it continues as a post canon, with a very fun story. While I was reading it I could see in my head the scene perfectly, like it was actually a movie. The second chapter has an AMAZING SCENE, like I was so in love that I have a wip of that scene. I should come back and finish it honestly. The new chapter had exactly the kind of scene I was craving for recently, I'm so happy they wrote it!

But I lowered my sword when you held me and swore (you'd stay, stay, stay) by @necromanticzz - MK fic

It's a johnshi fic with a Kenshi pov, where Kenshi has so many walls up doesn't want any help but Johnny just seems to be able to go through them without any problems. Honestly I also advice the other fic necromanticzz wrote about them, the way Kenshi gets chracterized in both of them is just *chef's kiss* perfect, beautiful, amazing. The two fics are just my favourite in the way Kenshi is written, applause all around, love it.

Koffee Shop Kombat by @loujitsushotsoup - MK fic

Because a classic coffee shop au is always needed. We have multiple ships, different writing styles between chaptes, changing with which character's pov we are following, and I love the creativity that was put in it. You maybe saw this post where I drew one of the scenes in this fic, so YOU KNOW that I mean it when i say that I love this fic. And I'm a big sucker for coffee shops as a setting, really love them in real life as well.

Cole's Chilli Recipe by @before-time-had-a-name - Ninjago fic

Another fic where I drew one of the scenes and it's because it deserves it. It's a lostshipping fic, very sweet, very cozy, honestly Cole and Geo make me incredibly emotional everytime and this fic also straight up picked me up and squashed me. I saw in some of the reblogs on my post that people went to check out the fic and I'm so happy about it because they deserve his work to be checked out. And honestly if I can give her more spotlight I will take the chance. Go check out this fic, it's very cool.

Here Comes Casey Jones by Invader_Sam - TMNT MM fic

Very sweet rasey fic that takes place post movie, with the turtles going to highschool and Raph meeting for the first time Casey Jones. What can I say? I just really love Rasey, and I love they're both clearly crushing on each other but they're not really saying it. And the fact that there's no unecessary teenage angst, they just really like each other, and I love that for them ❤

Think Of It As War Paint by less_depresso_more_espresso - TMNT 2012 fic

Another Rasey one, short and sweet, where both of them honestly are giving so much gender in my humble opinion. It's hard to explaning it without just saying all the fic, so we could say it's about them just chilling on a roof.

A Garden Across Our Collarbone by PittedPeaches - LMK fic

I think everyone and their mom already know this fic, and if you don't it would be my honor to talk to you about it. This for me is THE spicynoodle fic, it was one year of my life and honestly at the end of it I cried. This is a soulmate au, where demons sometimes have soulmates, and when that happen it's like they share skin, so they can write stuff on their body and it will appeared on the skin of their soulmate. It mostly starts like a rewriting of seson 1-2-3 by Red son's pov with this new dynamic, and then it becomes a new original timeline. The way this fic is everything to me, every chapter was an incredible experience, I fell in love with this fic at every chapter. So many beautiful scenes, written so beautifully, as I said this fic was 1 YEAR of my life. It was also a very difficult year, and I'm honestly so happy that this fic was there for that time of my life.

Desde el Principio by ShippingMyWorld - Nicktoons United fic

Okay idk If you saw me reblogging a bunch of Nicktoons fanart like two days ago, but just so you know I'm totally going into the rabbit hole of this fandom and I will be lost for a while. Now, this is a Danny Fenton/Manny Rivera fic, the tag has only two fics and both of them are from this writer.

I wish I had this commitment in my life, to just being THE ONLY one creating a specific content for something and still having the motivation of doing it

I read this fic last night, I finished it at 5 a.m. and I do not regret it at all, this was amazing

I actually recommend reading both fics because they are very good, I'm giving a shout out to this one because I think it's the one that made the biggest impact to me personally. ShippingMyWorld you did it, you converted me, I ship this now.

And that's the list, thank you so much to every fanfic writers that give us such amazing art everyday, you're the backbone of fandom!

[chrisevansonly]

It’s Just Tradition (harry’s angel au)

pairing: harry styles x female reader

summary: ever since you’d started dating harry the two of you and his mum had a tradition of getting latte’s from your favourite cafe, now that you’re both back in the UK the tradition continues <3

warnings: none, very fluffy

a/n: i just felt like some good ol comforty fluff today 🤍

Harry couldn’t conceal the small smile on his face as he watched you dance a little in your seat, hands holding your bump, the two of you on the way to meet his mum for coffee or in your case a vanilla matcha latte from your favourite cafe in London. You hadn’t seen Anne for a few weeks now with touring and moving around, she opted to stay at her home in the countryside near where you and Harry usually spent your time.

She was going to be making the trip to Coventry to see him play but you just couldn’t wait any longer to spend time with one of your favourite people in the world so Harry made sure to set some time aside for the three of you.

“Getting excited angel?”

“Yes! So excited! I haven’t seen mum in ages it feels like! Bee’s even excited, kicking up a storm right now!”

Harry adored just how much you loved his family, the genuine excitement that spread through you at family dinners, holidays or just on days like today where you’d finally had time to get back to your tradition of meeting for coffee once a week.

“I think mum might be the favourite for both of you hm?”

Smiling as he reached his hand over to feel some of the kicks you couldn’t help but laugh

“She just might…”

“M’gonna have to start trying harder to win that first spot back”

You both laughed pulling into a spot to park, your hands unclasping your seat belt but you remained in the car knowing Harry liked to open your door for you, a habit since your first date, but even more so now because he wanted to help his girls. He came around the front, opening your door and offering you a hand to take

“Thank you baby, always take such good care of us”

Once you were out he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips

“Always.”

You turned towards the quiet looking cafe, though some part of you thought Harry may have called ahead to the owners to let them know you’d be arriving, he didn’t always do this, but with a baby around he just wanted you safe and comfortable.

“Oh I see mum!”

He couldn’t even offer a response before you left his side walking into the coffee shop, a wide smile on your face as Anne noticed you, standing from her spot and opening her arms

“Mum!!”

“Hello my darling!”

You both engulfed one another in a hug, holding onto each other

“I missed you so much, you’ve no idea”

She pulled back to smile at you, holding your face gently in her hands

“I’ve missed you as well, so nice to see you again y/n and of course can’t forget about bee”

Harry had joined you in this time, a laugh escaping as his mother greeted her unborn granddaughter before him

“I’ve been tossed aside by my own mum!”

Anne waved her hand at him jokingly before pulling him in for a hug

“I’m afraid so my love, that’s alright though, you’ll adjust”

Now was your turn to laugh as you sat down next to Harry, his hand moving to rest on your thigh, giving it a quick squeeze before you all ordered your drinks

“How’ve you been mum? Alright?”

Anne nodded in response to H’s question

“Been a bit busy with the garden, it’s been so nice recently, but everything is good! Started a new book recently, I think you’d like it y/n”

You smiled taking a sip of your latte

“You’ll have to let me borrow it when you’re done!”

Anne smiled letting you know as soon as she finished reading it, she’d send it along to you. You all settled into conversation to catch up, talk about anything new or exciting and you realized just how much you missed this tradition. It was nice to be on tour with Harry but you were excited for the break, the possibility for more cafe dates and cozy nights with H seeming more and more amazing as time went on.

“I love you angel”

You snapped yourself back into focus, smiling up at Harry as he smiled at you, his mother taking a few sneaky photos for a later date. She knew you were perfect for Harry as soon as he’d called her after the second date, they’d spent 3 hours on the phone together, and Anne knew right then you’d be such a special part of their family and she was right. She didn’t need an essay or a photo or even a video to know that, no, all she needed was to see that look in Harry’s eyes, the one he’d look at you with every second if he could

he looked at you with stars in his eyes and enough love to fill your heart until the end of time…and that, that is how she knew…

[grailknightmonty]

it starts and ends in a garden.

i keep coming back to the good omens mianite AU so have a funky little illustration :] I just. I just love them a lot

Ref + what story I've thought about below the cut!

(Spoilers for Good Omens S1 and S2 ahead, be wary if you haven't watched and wanna get into it without prior knowledge)

At its core, this AU is basically good omens but with the cast of Mianite, with a few revisions to tie it a little into the mcytverse (while also not like compromising the integrity of the show version of the story) I got inspired by AdamMonter's AU and decided I wanted to give it a go myself after i watched S2 and reawakened my fixation :D

Jordan is this universes Aziraphale- the angel stationed to guard Eden and look out for humans (intended to instill in them the ways of goodness through righteous balance and justice in the name of the High Goddess) - and Tom is Crowley, or the snake in within the Garden, sent up to cause chaos and tempt humans towards evil shenanigans in the name of Dianite, or the devil in this case. They stand on two opposing sides of whats meant to be an all out war between Heaven (under Ianite) and Hell (by Dianite) on whether Ianites form of order (borrowing this from Aitheaca) or chaos will reign supreme- or basically the big ol apocalypse. I made Mianite the Metatron because idk what else to do with him mianite im sorry i didnt wanna make ianite the metatron if i swapped it even though it would make more sense for mia and dia to be fighting SOBS

Tom n Jordan grow close over their centuries on Earth together that when everythings meant to go down and destroy the world they've made their own, they fight to stop the apocalypse from happening, and by the end of it, are subsequently punished by their respective sides- only to not be affected and left alone when they seem to have absorbed the powers of the other (no one seems to realize they can swap bodies). Series 2 follows what they uncover by the end of it a plot to restart armageddon, in which they want Jordan to take over as the head of it after the former champion/supreme archangel is ousted for disagreeing- and had shown up with a non-existent memory nonexistent at Jordan's.

(im switching to list im done with prose xD)

Jordan runs an antique shop instead of a bookshop, he seems like he'd be more into little trinkets and old school machines, stuff he could tinker with. its still got that certain charm to it though

Capsize is Nina from the coffee shop (give me coffee or give me death seems like a thing Capsize would name something) and Sonja is Maggie who runs a record shop. aka the lesbians from across the street you know what I am

For something hilarious Tubbo is the Antichrist, aka the child meant to start and lead the War (leaving it as is bc its funny but not the literal antichrist) He's meant to join a government family to put him in a place of power, but due to a mix up ends up with an In the meantime, Tom and Jordan act as godfathers to the other child (who they assume is the antichrist, it would be funny to make this Crumb or something) in hopes that influencing them to good/evil respectively would neutralize them out- only to eventually realize its the wrong kid

Wag is Anathema, the descendent of a prophetic wizard who was scrutinized for their foresight and becomes the carrier of those prophecies (for my sanity ive chosen to get rid of the Newt-Anathema romance thing idk it. it just aaaa and turn into wag and his bros aka FyreUK tryin to use what they know to stop the apocalypse from their end)

Angels are Ianitees (save for Capsize), and Demons are Dianitees. Ive gone back n forth with who would be who and I still have no answer so. all I'll say is that Andor is Muriel thats all thats important /j C:

The other option was to make Satan the Darkness/World Historian and Dianite is the Lord of Hell (Beelzebub) with Mot as Gabriel but do i look like I know? idk do we need ineffable bureaucracy i could always alter that a little too... idk

tubbo as the child of the world historian who wouldve thought… edit what if like carrier of the darkness

anyway thats all enjoy this nonsense ;)

and screenshot I referenced for the drawing! I know its low qual dont worry about it i just needed to see where the trees were so i knew how many to paint LMAO

[fieldsofview]

20 Questions (for fanfic writers)

I got tagged by the absolutely lovely @sarah-sandwich Thank you!!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

17 :)

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

157,867 (2/3 of that is SMH hahaha)

3. what fandoms do you write for?

atm all my WIPs and upcoming fic ideas are Spidey related, but I used to write a lot for MLB and OL:BA (and A:TLA back on ffn in hs but we don't talk about the dark ages hahaha)

4. top five fics by kudos:

Under The Moonlight - OL:BA smutty oneshot of what should have happened after the charity ball scene 😳

Crushtomer - MLB coffee shop AU one-shot with Barista!Adrien and Overworked Uni Student!Marinette (heavily inspired by my barista days in College, when I was writing this) ☕

King Agreste - a MLB AU oneshot inspired by the Grimm fairy tale Allerleirauh "all-kinds-of-fur" 🏰

You Said You Loved Me - an MLB kwami swap identity reveal wip i never finished and probably never will sorry 😬

Spider-Man: Homesickness - My take on what the MCU Spidey's life could be like 5 years post: No Way Home and his journey into letting people back into his life and not being so alone (My CURRENT BABY and WIP that I'm ALMOST DONE WITH - it's so fucking long alskdhasasjdkhksdjhfkfh my hope is that it ends up in the no. 1 spot someday when it's complete) 🕸️

5. do you respond to comments?

So I didn't always, but nowadays I try really hard to respond to every comment thread at least, even if I don't always have the last comment on the thread. I really REALLY appreciate each and every comment and I actually often re-read them when I'm feeling insecure in my writing (is that cringe? maybe lol but it's true)

6. what is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely The Beauty of Green. 268-word OL: BA drabble that smacks you out of nowhere in the last two sentences. I never write things that short anymore but it just worked

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A lot of my one-shots back when I was writing for MLB like 5 years ago have happy endings. I prefer more *complicated* endings now, but a genuinely happy ending can be nice too. May I present Drops in a Pond for consideration though? Not traditionally fluffy or sweet, but I like to think it's a soft and hopeful kind of ending.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I haven't yet. I think I'm too small of a creator to get hate lol

9. do you write smut?

I've posted one smut fic before, Under the Moonlight, listed above. It's my top-rated fic so I guess I know a little of what I'm doing. OH and my side-wip I'm working on when SMH is too angsty for me is all fluff and kinky Parkner smut and I'm so excited to post that someday when SMH is fully out and done.

10. craziest crossover:

I haven't written any crossovers, unless you count pulling from marvel canon across different adaptations to make SMH (it's got Gwen and Harry and Miles even though they're not in the MCU 19999 as of now). But I used to write a lot of aus

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I would be so honored if someone did! I once had a full conversation in the comments with someone in another language by using Google Translate and that was fun!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

I think my writing process would be a little too unconventional to co-write with someone unless we were trading chapters and perspectives. I go back and edit my drafts a lot as I move forward and I would be too tempted to edit their writing too, which feels mean...

14. all time favorite ship?

I LITERALLY CAN NOT PICK DO NOT DO THIS TO ME!!!!! I will be a multi-shipper until the day I die, in basically every fandom.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have an idea for a series of long fics making an MCU HS AU inspired by Degrassi, but I think it would be just too many hours and too many words that I won't ever commit to. I love a good HS AU every now and again, but I feel like a lot of people (across fandoms with hs aus tbh) write the characters as if they already have a lot of the canon quirks the characters have as adults. I would want to write them truly as their HS selves, acting like real teenagers and all the dumb shit teens do, as the reader follows along on the journey of their growing up.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I think I really like detail and trying to portray a level of reality with the characters, even in more fantastical settings. I want the character's choices and motivations to be both complex and clear to the reader, even when they're making choices that the reader disagrees with. I also think this is a skill that is more and more prevalent in my recent writing, so my earlier MLB stuff doesn't have as much of it. My OLBA stuff and now my Spidey stuff though? Yeah.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Staying motivated to finish WIPS. (This is something I've improved a lot on though and at this point, barring some kind of life-or-death calamity in my life, I will absolutely be finishing SMH. I'm literally 120k of a predicted 150k words deep and going strong sooo).

OH ALSO comedy! I'm so bad at writing funny characters and making them actually say things that are both funny and make sense. Sucks when writing Spidey cause he can be such a little shit with his sarcastic comments and each dialogue point takes me 3-5 business weeks to come up with.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I do it very rarely and only when it feels 100% necessary. I had a small bit in Spanish in ch 6 of SMH because Jeff and Rio were literally talking about Peter right in front of him and he could hear the words they were saying, even if he didn't understand them. But it was very brief.

I did it because the POV character literally didn't understand it, so it made sense to have it written out. In fics where the POV character understands what's being said, I prefer it all be written in the fic's primary language, for reader ease.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

A:TLA, like I said. That was back in the dark ages of my Junior Year of HS on my old ffn account that will never see the light of day again hahaha

20. favorite fic you've written?

Every current WIP has always been my favorite because that is what I'm thinking about. So SMH is definitely my current fave. It's my baby and I've put literally hundreds of hours into it (I keep a spreadsheet lol, it's nearly 150 hours of sheer writing, not including the early days of brainstorming and outlining.)

HOWEVER, back in the day, I was really proud of writing Answer Me and it's literally my lowest-rated fic, but I was such a fan of the genre and the Night Circus inspiration. Plus, I love Alya as a character and it was really fun to write from her perspective.

OH, and I'm still proud of Under the Moonlight because it taught me that my acespec ass can write smut and is also good at it, lol. I just have to write smut that's rooted in ~*~feelings~*~ and also has an element of humanism and imperfection. Which is the type of vibe I'm putting into my side-wip rn.

Thanks for tagging me, Sarah!

no pressure tagging: @seek--rest, @abcd-em, @missamyshay, @pbpsbff

[caspers-multifandom]

Dating App | Coffee Shop AU!

AN: Okay so this is rushed (barely proofread either, sorry) but it's 1am and I have work in like six hours, so please bare with me. Just a little idea I've been playing with and this is just the beginning. Should I continue?

Word Count: 1,285

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Price wiped down the counter and the coffee machine as the lunch rush slowed down.

“Ah man, missing ma two favourite ladies.” Soap huffs as he came back from wiping down tables and collecting the leftover mugs.

“What you yapping about?” Price asks without looking up.

“Two of my regulars, an ol’ na and her daughter. Always see them on Thursdays.” Soap sulks as he loads up the dishwasher.

Price never usually worked Thursdays but Simon had called asking for cover because his therapy session was changed – something Price was incredibly proud of him doing. So here Price was working a Thursday and only slightly curious about Soap’s ‘regulars’. Price knew the younger man could be a flirt with the female customers (once earning a slap from a towel because Price wasn’t paying him to ogle the women). But he never mentioned having regulars before – not to mention ones he has never seen.

“How’s the dating app going?” Soap nudges Price’s elbow with is own. “Bag any beauties yet?”

“None of your business.” Price gruffed as he dried a mug with his towel.

“Oh come on!” Soap whined. “Gaz and I have five that says you deleted it. Ghost is opposing.”

Price shouldn’t really have been shocked that the lads had placed bets on his love life. They were the ones that convinced him to download it and try to find someone to occupy his time.

“I mean it couldn’t hurt. You’re always here or sat in a pub.” Gaz had stated. “About time you got out there.”

“Yeah, download the app Price. Bag a beauty, fall in love, get out of our hair.” Soap prodded.

“Actually shag someone.”

Price had cut the conversation short after Simon’s declaration that had Soap and Gaz all but howling on the coffee shop floor.

“Why’re you so interested in my love life anyway?” Price muttered as he put the mug back in place under the counter.

“Because we’re looking out for you. God knows the amount’a times you saved us.” Soap lightly tapped him on his shoulder. “We just worry you’re becoming to wrapped up in yourself.”

That was true. Price could get too wrapped up within himself that he became a work alcoholic. Old habit of working in his previous field of combat and life threatening situations. Now that he was retired from that and back in the civilian world, he threw himself into his business. The coffee shop that he had always seen whenever he was home from deployment and after he returned, he offered to buy it from the previous owner. He got quite a good deal on the place, just needed a little fixing up and the kitchen needed a little work but otherwise he was all set. After his boys all decided to hang up the dog tags too, he was quick to offer them all a job with him and they all accepted. Price threw everything he could into this business and so did they and it paid off because they become a local favourite – even had passers through come in frequently too. Price knew he couldn’t leave this behind, her needed to work. He had to work, without working then there was nothing that really made him… him.

“Well, there was one match.” Price sighed as he looked down at the counter.

“Really?! Show me!” Soap was like a dog that had just seen his owner pull out the leash to go for a walk. He was over the counter and bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited for Price to unlock his phone. Price sniffed and turned his head to look down on the man, Soap seemed to take the hint and took a step out of his personal space.

Price opened the app and clicked onto the profile of the match he had found. Soap leant down to saw at the phone.

“Hang on, is that-”

“I don’t care how late we are, you’re not going to stop me from seeing the young man.” The voice of an irritated old lady sounded as the door to the coffee shop opened. Price looked up and froze.

“Mom, will you wait a minute.” The voice of the young woman followed as she entered the shop holding multiple shopping bags.

“See, told you he would still be in!” The older woman cheered as they made their way over to the counter.

Soap smiled at the two women as they came over to them. The older woman was shorter, slightly hunched at the shoulders from age but she still carried herself with her chin high and smile upon her ruby, wrinkled cheeks. The younger woman held her head down the entire approach, her short hair blocking her sight but her jean clad legs seemed to remember the space around her as she kept looking through her shopping bags.

“Hello there Marie, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Soap greeted the pair with his grin and a slap to Price’s leg to shake him from his shock.

“Oh aren’t you still as charming as ever.” The elder gushed as she smiled at the younger man.

“Always when I see your darling face.” Soap continued to egg on the older woman, all the while Price couldn’t tear his eyes away from the unknowing young woman that followed her mother. She was still looking down at the bags in her hands, seemingly counting whatever was in there.

“I knew you only picked up one box of eggs,” She huffed to herself as she placed the bags on the floor and shifted items from one bag to another.

“Your usual then?” Soap asked Marie as he began getting a mug ready.

“Yes please, throw a little extra sugar in it for me.” Marie replied as she readied her purse. She paused when there was a silence that followed her.

“Rory, what are you having?” She asked, grabbing the attention of the young woman. She finished shifting through the bags and looked up at her mother – the sun streaming in through the windows caught her eyes and made they shine a beautiful and deep honey.

“I’ll just have a tea, two sugars please.” She smiled up to Soap as he nodded at her order.

Soap continued to make their drinks and move himself around the still frozen man that stood at the counter shamelessly staring at Rory. When she finally stood up and brushed her short hair out of her face and turned to him; she froze.

The realisation seemed to dawn upon her too that she was the one that Price had matched with on his app.

“One tea with two sugars, and a latte with extra sugar.” Soap announced as he placed their drinks on a tray.

“You’re a star, take a tip for yourself sweetie.” Marie smiled at Soap as she handed over a twenty pound note. Price and Rory were still stuck in their eye contest before Soap noticed and cleared his throat. Rory was the first to look away, a rosy tint in her cheeks as she hurriedly picked up the bags from the floor and rushed off to a free table.

“Rory! Wait a minute-”

“That’s alright, Marie. I’ll bring them over.” Soap interrupted and smiled as Marie turned back to him.

“Oh that girl, one minute she doesn’t want to come in and the next she’s running through. I’ll never understand her.” Marie tutted as she followed after her daughter.

Soap shot a glance at Price who was still stood with his phone in his hand and his eyes were still following after Rory.

Shit, Soap thought to himself as he realised he owned Simon five quid.

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[itsmarlboro]

Flower Shop AU! — and yes, it's cliché— but I like the idea of a goth/punk Xue Yang, that dropped school ('cause it was too annoying, too many people and shits he wasn't interested), to manage some vintage shop from an ol' man —who was already tired and needed a break, looking for a kid to help him— and this brat was searching for easy money.

Xue Yang likes the shop, it's cozy, lots of colours and different kind of flowers, he actually didn't mind all the things he needed to learn in order to take care of the store. Perfect spot for cactuses, how much water a hydrangea needs, what's the best month and weather to plant hollyhock, etc. Also, the meaning behind each roses, and how to make perfect bouquets for special occasions.

Plus, the shop was located in a hidden corner, full of vintages houses and some old bars and restaurants, so there weren't many costumers but the outcome was more than enough to keep it running and also pay him a good amount. Anyway, yeah, he was also getting well-known because a full black clothed person? eyeliner, piercings and some tattoos? messy black hair up to his shoulders. yeah, he was also the reason more girls started to visit that place, and also boys.

But Xue Yang was already fixated on a person. A tall, young, delicate man, usually dressed in soft clothes, wearing warmth colours and cozy scarfs on winter, white loosen shirts and trousers that marked his slim waist. His hair was long, really long, usually left free and sometimes tied up in a ponytail, sometimes a loose braid. He was the complete opposite to Xue Yang, that was obvious.

Was this young man an usual client of the flower shop? no, but he used to drink coffee —yes, a past-century building, exposed bricks, and huge double wooden doors—. He would usually sit on the tables near the windows, looking at the not-at-all busy streets, with a pen and a book resting on the table.

Just one day, Xue Yang saw him get inside the store just once. And he was just observing every single plant, as if unsure of what to pick and Xue Yang thought it'd be a good idea to start a conversation, to help him out. And god, how pretty he was.

[quellmythirst]

I posted 242 times in 2022

58 posts created (24%)

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I tagged 121 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

#billy russo fanfic - 48 posts

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Longest Tag: 110 characters

#but he was bored so turned up the music to full blast and has the audacity to laugh and say it was an accident

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Billy's Books

Summary: A colegue sends you on search to find a secret bookstore in a back alley and you find something a bit more interesting than your next read.

Pairing: BookStoreOwner!BillyRusso x Bookworm!Reader

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, fingering, flirting, PIV, kissing, teasing, swearing, bookshop AU!, Readers name is Holly but is only mentioned once.

AN: This may be the most self indulgent thing I have ever written. I recommend all the books mentioned and hope you enjoy.

The sun is pelting down on you today. You didn't know it could even get this warm in New York, somewhat surprised at the trickles of sweat beading down your back. The dark green sundress which had very light material is doing fuck all to help you cool down as you pace the streets looking for the bookstore one of your coworker has recommended. Karli said that it was the cutest little thing tucked into the side of a building in Hell's Kitchen. 

     You're almost around the corner that Karli marked on the map she gave you when a man passes you. His shoulder accidentally knocking with yours as he passes, throwing your bookbag to the ground, "Hey! Watch where you're going," you shout after him, picking up each one and dusting them off. The man doesn’t stop, his shoulders shrug while he continues to walk quickly away.

      You lose sight of him while focusing on getting the sidewalk grit off your precious books and figure he probably lives around here. Not surprising as this store seemed to be in a residential area.

       Walking for a few more minutes you find the shop you were looking for and Karli was right. The outside is adorned in plants, someone's bike nestled right at the door and an adorable display of classic horror novels in the window. The books are surrounded by antiques meant to compliment the source material. You try to rein in your laughter as you see someone has placed Mary Shelley's classic on top of a grave stone. “This is my kind of place,” you think to yourself.

      The doorbell chimes as you enter, the smell of dust, coffee and old books permeating the room. Taking a big ol whiff you bask in the scent, before a loud cough catches your attention and your eyes dart towards the counter. You feel heat creep up your spine and the urge to burrow into yourself. Someone just caught you doing another fucking weird thing in public, this is “why we don't leave the house,” you think, but outwardly you plaster a smile on, ignoring whoever they were and head towards the stacks.

       "Can I help you?" a deep baritone comes from your left as your peering through the very tame looking romance novels. 

       "No, all good, I know what I'm-" you stare up at the man, all sharp lines and hard features except for the smart smile on his lips. Your face must say something you don't want it to because he just stares, before chuckling to himself.

      "I wanted to apologise, I was in a hurry when I bumped you earlier,"

    "Thanks, but it's fine. Happens a lot,"

"What people bump into you?"

       "Yeah, some days I think I might as well be the Invisible Woman,"

"Now that can't be true," his eyes glance over you, catching on the large bag of books on your arm, "Woman as beautiful as you,"

     "Whatever you say," you roll your eyes. Was he hitting on you? Unlikely. That never happened, you weren't lying when you said you felt invisible. Who could blame people though, with your nose always in a book it was hard for people to see your face and you liked it that way. 

      "Let me get you a coffee," the man says, tilting his head back towards the small sitting area near the back.

      "It's really fine, I just need to find my book and I'll be on my way,"

"What if I look for your book while you take a seat?"

     "Oh," shit, you think. Well, maybe, if you don't die from embarrassment at him possibly knowing what it is. He won't. You had only ever met one man who didn't think romances were 'porn for women' and he was long gone. "Ok, sure. It's called The Never King by Nikki St Clare. You probably don't have it, I've been looking for a physical copy for ages and am yet to find one,"

     "I'll take a look. Go and take a seat, I'll bring you out a coffee and I'll be in the back,"

"Thanks," you smile as he slides your coffee across the table. He gives you a small nod and when you peer up from taking a sip he's gone. 

     The coffee is delicious, even though it's a million degrees outside the air conditioning is cooling your skin. Sticking your hand into your bag you pull out 'The Dragon Bride,' and start to read. You're just getting to the good part when you feel a set of eyes on you.

     " Adventurous reader aren't you," the man smirks, his eyes flicking to the cover and you immediately put the book cover down. "Can't say we get a lot of those in here, mostly just old folk who want some Dickens. Though I guess you want the same," he winks.  

      "Oh, my God." You plant your head on the table, feeling heat take over your skin, "kill me now," you mumble, unable to ever look this guy in the face again. No-one had ever even noticed what you were reading before, content with just ignoring you. Fuck, you figured this would be the same.

     "I found your book," he says, holding it up like a child who won an award at school, "it does come with a condition though,"

      "What?" You ask, rolling your head to the side so you can peek at him over your arm.

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#4

Unsanitary.

Summary: A regular customer gets caught in the rain and offers to help you close up. Coffee Shop AU

Pairing: Barista!Reader x Billy Russo.

Words: 2k

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, knives, unhygienic practices, dirty talk.

AN: This will be my last update for the next week. Its my birthday on Saturday so my beautiful partner is taking me on a little vacation. I hope this is enough to tide you over until I get back.

“Hey, are you open?” A male voice calls from the other side of the door you were just about to shut, “please let me in. My coats already soaked through,”

“Fine,” you say, rolling your eyes. Billy had been coming to your little coffee shop since it opened. It was just around the corner from his flat, he had told you once. He was a nice man, the kind of customer you always wanted. He was always kind to the new staff and tipped well too. It definitely wasn’t that you'd started crushing on him the moment he learned your name. Fuck, he was pretty and tall, his long legs made his stride nearly twice yours. And his hair, how is it fair this guy has nicer hair than you. Every time he’s ever seen you, your hair has been up. Once you even managed to get a closer look at him when he grazed you on his way out and you saw how long his fucking eyelashes were. Why are men always blessed with such pretty eyelashes? “But no dripping over here, I just mopped the floor.” you point to the far corner where the chairs were overturned on the tables, hoping to distract yourself from staring at him.

“Thanks,” he says, unwrapping his soaking wet scarf from around his neck, “alright if I wait for these to dry?"

“Yeh, just stick 'em on the coat rack near the heater,” you suggest, making your way behind the counter, “you want a coffee? I was just about to clean the machine,”

“That would be amazing, I like-” you cut him off by raising your hand.

“I know, take a seat and I'll bring it over,” much to your surprise he doesn't take his normal Saturday spot in the corner, but instead perches himself at the espresso bar right next to your machine.

“Thank you for letting me in,” he says, running his hands through his hair to shake the rain out, “thought I was going to drown out there.”

“Can't have my best customer drowning on the street,” you laughed as you began to make you both a cup, “you're lucky though,”

“Why’s that?” He asks, resting his face on his hand

“I was just about to lock up and put on my music. Wouldn't have heard you,”

“Guess it's my lucky day,” he smiles, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing you to his beautiful arms that you only got to see in the summer, “Will you join me for a cup?”

“Yeh, but then you're gunna help me lock up,” you say as you expertly pour the milk into his mug and slide it over the counter to him.

“Seems fair,” he blew on his coffee before taking a sip, “perfect as always,” he says, smiling at you over the rim.

“Thanks,” you say leaning onto the bar and drinking your own coffee, “So how come you got caught in the rain?”

“Meeting ran long, I couldn't find a cab and my driver is off sick,” you catch his eyes watching your mouth as you take another sip, his tongue darting out and over his bottom lip.

“Wow seems like fate brought you to my door,” you say leaning in closer, your hand skimming over his forearm.

“You know I've been meaning to ask you,” he says, brushing some hair from your face that had fallen from your bun.

“What's that?” You press your face into his hand.

“Would you-” he leaned in closer, his nose brushing against yours, “would you like to go to dinner with me?”

“Right Now?” you laughed, looking behind him at the rain still pelting down on the sidewalk. His lips ghost over yours and you feel his warm breath on your face. Reaching your hand to his face, his stubble tickling your palm, your eyes locked with his. You lean forward, your hand keeping him in place while you kiss him. His own hand wrapping under your jaw to hold your mouth close while his tongue swirled around your mouth. Heat crept from your toes to your head, spreading through you like an inferno.

“Get over here,” his voice low and husky while he tugs on your face, trying to guide you over the bar. “Of course it doesn't work,” he grumbles, throwing his leg over the surface and landing beside you, “that's better,” he towers over you, his body pushing you into the counter behind. His hands holding your face, thigh sliding in between your shorts, “You’re too small,” he complains, rubbing the back of your neck before lifting you on to the counter behind you, “hmm much better,” his hands slip up your back, pulling your shirt from your shorts. His hands grip and caress your back, your sides. His long fingers tweek and pinch your nipples while his palms massage your breasts.

You fist his shirt in your hands ripping it down the centre, the clattering of buttons echoing in the room. Fuck, you didn't think that through at all. No matter, your hand felt their way along his toned stomach reaching for his belt, while your clothed pussy ground into his thigh, his mouth sucking bruises into your neck.

Billy's quick fingers snap the button on your shorts, “lift your ass up,” he directs you, his large hands, gliding the shorts down your thighs. “Fuck you smell good,” his eyes locked on the tiny peach pictures on your underwear, “bet you’re as sweet as a peach too,” he took a big inhale, his nose skirting up the inside of your thigh his lips just grazing behind. He nuzzled into your panties, moaning at your sweet smell.

“These have to go,” he moans and suddenly you feel cold steel on your pussy, you jump at the feeling, “stay still, don't wanna cut you,” he says, his free hand holding onto your hips. The knife travels up the hemline of your panties, slicing one side in a second before he moves to the other. The cool steel caressing and just barely grazing across your clit. A moan escaping your lips at the feeling. Billy said nothing, he simply raised an eyebrow at you before sliding the other side of your pants.

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#3

Call Me: A Cab

Summary: After meeting your phone sex operator on a date, you decide to take him home.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x PhoneSexOP! Billy Russo

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ONlY! Dirty Talk, Oral, kissing, chocking, biting, porn with little plot swearing. Other shit I missed...? let me know.

AN: Lots of folks asked for a follow up and I am very easily peer pressured. So, here you go my lovelies

One

The dinner was nice, it turns out that you and Billy had a few things in common. Namely a love of books and a very evil friend, though the difference in your lives was a lot you seemed to be getting along like fish in water. He admitted that he had known who you were when you made your appointment, your mutual friend suggesting that it would be a great way to tell you about his work, without the awkward conversations.

With dessert finished you feel excitement in your bones, acting way less reserved than you would normally. Immediately inviting Billy over for a night cap. You haven’t even gotten your second foot out of the restaurant door before he was pulling you close, his lips intertwining with yours in the most heated kiss you have ever experienced. His fingers holding your face close while his warm tongue sweeps through your mouth. Tingles running down your neck, lighting sparks through out your body. You stood in shock for a second, before your body came back down to earth, you kissed him back with all the passion you had been keeping in for the man in your phone.

Billy quickly hail’s a taxi, laughing as he tugs you down next to him in the back seat. There was no way Billy was keeping his hands to himself on the cab ride back to your apartment. One second they were in your hair, the next they were riding up the insides of your thigh. His lips are somehow even softer than you imagined and you had been imagining them since waking up this morning. The delicate caress he is giving your neck sends spark’s into your stomach, his long fingers inching closer to your panties, the only thing distracting you from Billy is the driver in the front seat. Who you could see staring at you in his mirror. Billy catches his eye, informing the man to keep his eyes front in a firm tone that made you shiver.

You kept your whimpers to a minimum at Billy's behest, insisting that he was the only one who got to hear you, the only one who could know how you sounded for for him.

You manage to bat his hands away long enough to unlock your door, the nerves starting to creep on you again. What if you didn't look how he imagined? What if he was disappointed that you weren’t some sex goddess? You began to fidget, not seeing the hungry way Billy was eyeing you in your tight dress. Imagining what you had on underneath, how your hair would look spread out beneath him. How the soft curve of your beautiful fucking legs would feel pressed into his chest or how fucking perfect your face would look when you came on him.

“What are you doing?" ”He asks, coming up behind you, his hands hold firmly on your hips.

“Getting us a glass of wine,"” you laugh dryly, figuring the wine would help to ease your nerves. Billy leans over you, his hard cock pressing into the small of your back. Reaching as he takes two glasses from the cupboard and setting them on the counter. Those long fucking fingers of his flicking at your wrist, curling around and gliding up your arm.

“I think you’re overthinking again,” You shiver when his warm whiskey breath ghost over your ear, your ass shaking into him, “Do you do that a lot?” He grabs you by the waist, keeping you closer to him. His hand sprays across your torso while he continues his assault on your neck, “Let me help with that,” he turns you, his legs caging you to the counter.

“Where's your bedroom?” He whispers, nudging the straps of your dress down.

“First door,” you begin to move, but he lifts you effortlessly, pressing you close to him. His thickness grinds into your pussy with every step he takes. Your hand tugging and combing through his soft hair, keeping his lips as close to you as possible.

“Good girl, don’t think. I’ll think for you, Beautiful,”

“Billy, put me down,” you protest, because it seems like the appropriate thing to do. You want the opposite, fuck you want to spend everyday being carried like this.

“In a sec,” he says, giving you a final kiss before setting your feet on the ground. He moves swiftly, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, drawing his knees in between your legs. His hands skirting up the outside of your legs, gathering your dress at his wrist. At the same time he nudges his legs further apart, spreading you in front of him.

Your finger latches onto the collar of his shirt, leaning down to capture his lips. Slowly you move your hands down to unbutton it and push it from his shoulders. His skin is perfect, he’s perfect. You almost begin to feel overwhelmed when you hear his voice right in your ear.

“Does this have a zip?” He asks, struggling to get the dress over your waist.

“Ah yeh,” you free your hands from his firm chest, reaching down to pull at the invisible zip on the side and lifting the dress over your head.

“Fuck,” Billy growls, eyeing the pink lace set you're wearing. The pretty lace lining your delicious curves.

“Hmm..” you keen at the sound, unable to control the tremble that vibrates through you.

“Fuck, you're beautiful,” he says, his fingers dancing along your waist dipping into the band of your pantie's, bringing you closer to him, "if you didn't know it was me, why this?" He asks, continuing along the delicate line before snapping the elastic, making you squeak. Your breasts bouncing right in his face.

“It makes me feel sexy, even if none gets to see it,”

“It fucking should,” he moves his hand up, lingering along the bottom of the balcony bra, “if I saw this I don't think we would've gotten through dinner,” he growls, leaning forward and taking a bite of your stomach.

“Billy!” you giggle his stubble tickling you and covering your skin in goosebumps.

“Yes Beautiful?” he stares up at you through his long lashes. Those beautiful dark eyes gleaming with the lights from the street, his hair slightly messy from your hands winding through it, his firm chest dazzling with the tiniest hint of sweat. He looks ethereal.

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230 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

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Resignation

Summary: It's your last day at ANVIL and you've got to give your exit report to your boss before you can leave.

Pairing: Reader x Billy Russo.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY! Oral (fem Rec), dirty talk, swears,

“Excuse me,” you say, knocking on the door of your boss' office. Today was your last day and in a few minutes when the clock hit 5 pm you would no longer be the Lead Data Analyst at ANVIL. Instead, you were moving to a new job, it was new and exciting in a field you always wanted to be in.

Sadness and regret filled your thoughts at having to say goodbye to the man who had made the last 2 years bearable and horribly horny for you. You knew it was cliché to have a crush on your boss, but when he looked like sex in a suit, how could you not?

"Come in," his voice called from behind the door. You take a deep breath, this was goodbye. You're certain he's going to forget all about the weird woman that stares at him through every meeting as soon as you've left the building.

He stands respectfully when you enter, coming around his desk to sit his perfect ass on top of it. "I got your email earlier, what did you want to speak to me about?" He says, crossing his arms while his eyes drink in the dress you had worn today, the tight fabric clinging to everyone of your curves.

"I just wanted to update you on Turner's progress before I left today. She's going well and I think she'll be a great fit. She took everything on board and has the experience,"

"Thank you," Mr Russo said, uncrossing his arms in front of his chest and placing them on the desk beside him, "was there anything else?" He asked, raising his brow at you.

"Actually, I just wanted to say thank you. If it wasn't for you taking a chance on hiring a new grad, I wouldn't be where I am now," you smile, turning your hands over. If there was ever a time to tell him-

"I didn't take a chance, I knew you'd be perfect for the role,” he said like it was obvious, “I've written out a recommendation for you, incase you need it in the future," he tilts his head towards the desk, "you just need to come and get it,"

"Thank you," you say sheepishly, putting one foot in front of the other and trying so very hard not to look up at him. Your eyes instead focus on the very interesting rug that lay under his desk. Hmm.. a brocade rug seemed a bit out of place here, but the dark blue really did bring out the knots in his cedar desk.

"It's in the bottom drawer," he says and for some reason his voice sounds closer. You pull out the drawer only to find it empty.

"Wha-?" You whisper mostly to yourself, moving to stand back up only to bump into something very firm right behind you, "wasn't-?"

"Do you think I haven't seen the way you look at me?" Mr Russo says, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I've been looking at you too," his hand lands on the desk beside you, only giving you one way to go.

"Sir, this is-" you stutter, looking over your shoulder at him, "I should go," you try to move but his other hand comes around blocking you in. His nose dusts along your neck and you feel shivers run down your spine. "I work for you," your voice is almost incoherent over the thumping in your chest.

"Not as of 1 minute ago," his warm minty breath in your ear, his hand snaking up your hip to encircle your waist, "Do you want me to stop?" He asks, nipping down on your earlobe.

“I-”

“Well?” he leaned in closer, his chest pushing you further into the desk.

“We-” your distracted by his hands rubbing gently over your breast and the feel of his half hard cock grinding into your ass.

“I want a yes or a no,”

“No, don't stop,” you say, giving into your desire. This would be your last chance and you’d be an idiot to throw this opportunity away.

“Good girl,” he bit down gently on your neck, “put your hands on the desk,” his quick fingers slid up your back unzipping your dress and pulling it down around your shoulders. His lips caressed your bare back, licking and nipping at your shoulders and all the way up your neck. You couldn’t hold in the moan that escaped your lips when his deep growl reverberated through your veins, “You going to be a good girl for me? Do exactly what I tell you?”

You nod, words seeming to vanished from your mind as you grind yourself into him, “bend over baby, put your face on the desk,” his fingers graze up your thigh snapping your garters on your legs, “Oh, I like these,” his voice muffles into your thigh as his tongue traces the red mark the snap left, his mouth inching closer and closer to your pussy. “Fuck, your pussy is prettier than I imagined,” he says eyeing you through your delicate lace panties.

You hear a clunk but with your head pressed into the table you can’t see anything, your imagination runs wild. Was he going to strap you to the desk? Smack you with his belt? Not for the first time you picture what his cock would look like, how it would feel, how big would it be?

Your thoughts are lost when you feel his fingers flick your panties to the side and his tongue juts into you. “Fuck, Sir,” you moan loudly surprised by his intrusion. His tongue stroking expertly inside you, his nose buried in your ass while his stubble grazed over your clit.

“You keep calling me Sir, baby girl,” his hands kneed your ass parting it to give him better access, “God, you taste fuckin good,” Mr Russo says, his breath fanning over your sopping pussy, “can't believe I waited so long to fucking taste you,” sliding your panties down your legs and lifting your heels to help you out of them.

You jump when you feel the head of his cock graze through your slick folds, his hand immediately pressing your head and ass back into the desk, “thought you were going to be good, sit still,” he growls grinding his hard cock into you, “I've waited so long for this, I'm going to enjoy it,” slowly he enters you, letting out a low growl when he is all the way in.

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316 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Call me

Summary: Your bestie thinks you need a stress reliever before you go on the date she's set up for you on Valentines.

Pairing: Reader x Billy Russo

Words: 2k

Warnings: Phone sex, dirty talk, masturbating, swearing, 18+ ONLY

AN: Happy Valentines day! This is based on a conversation @thatbritishactor and I had the other day, so this is my valentine for her. I also needed Billy to distract me from all the pouting I've been doing today.

“Hey beautiful,” the man says, picking up after just one ring. You were uncertain about calling this hotline, though you could tell just by his voice this man was dreamy. Your friend suggested that it would be a good idea to let off some steam, knowing how repressed you had been for almost the whole of the last year. She was certain you’d jump the first guy who even looked at you. You loved that bitch.

She had organised a date for you for Valentines and thought this would be the perfect thing to chill you the fuck out. So, like a good friend you listened to her and now the night before your date. Here you were calling up a sex line, like a perv. The man, Jigsaw he’d called himself, emailed you a questionnaire when your friend spoke to him about an appointment. You'd filled out the form on your lunch break and you were ready to finally relieve some tension. Maybe, if it wasn't to weird.

“Hi, so how does this work?” you ask, adjusting yourself on your bed and putting your ear pods in.

“Well I'm going to talk to you and you're going to cum,” he states in a matter of fact tone.

“Ok?” You say, laughing in your head, not really believing this guy's audacity. It was hard enough for a man to get you to cum when he was in the room with you, let alone just talking to you.

“Or if you prefer we can just talk?” he must’ve heard your hesitation. You hear your besties voice in your ear, egging you on. It was just a call, what’s the worst that could happen? You hang up? You don’t even know him, there is no way he’s going to be offended. You decide to take the chance, even if it is weird.

“No. No it's- I've never done anything like this before. I'm just a bit nervous,” you admit, feeling your body flush and you’re grateful that he can’t see you.

“Don't be nervous, Beautiful. I promise to take good care of you,” his voice turning sultry and smooth like honey.

“So, like, what do I do?” you ask, not wanting to kill the mood. More curious about your role in all of this? Do you just listen or?

“Let's start simple, what are you wearing?” his voice lowers an octave. You begin to imagine him, sitting at his desk, twirling the cord of a phone that's hasn't been used since 1999.

“My silk pajamas, just a little jumpsuit really,” you tug on the hem a bit, admiring the little bit of lace on the bottom of the shorts.

“How does it feel against your skin?”

“Soft,” you sigh, running your fingers over the material.

“Close your eyes and take one of those pretty hands of yours and rub the silk into your skin,” he directs you, “feel your way down your body. Imagine it's me savoring and worshiping your softness,” he groans, quietly like he didn’t want you to hear, “I want to touch every part of your deliciousness,”

“But I? Does this even work? How do you know if I'm even doing any of this?” you question, your brain zigging instead of zagging and throwing your for a loop. You so desperately needed to get swept up in this, but the question was nagging at the back of your brain and you knew you needed to ask before it became your sole focus.

“I trust you, you want to be a good girl for me don't you?”

“Ye-yes?” you say, squeezing your eyes shut, you imagine a tall man, the man from the pictures your friend had shown you of your date. You try to feel hands the size of your head running up and down your torso, your legs, gently caressing your arms.

“Then keep going. Feel free to ask as many questions as you like,”

“It’s so soft, it feels so nice,” your breath hitches as your fingers ghost from thigh to thigh.

“Don't touch that pussy,” he says in a more firm tone, “we’ll get there,”

“Slide your straps down your arms, slowly remove your pajamas. I want you bare. Crime to hide a body like that,” you find yourself arching into his words, shivers tingling down your back as the air-conditioning assaults your bare skin.

“I- ah, I did it,” you say, your voice a bit more relaxed than it had been in weeks, though you still felt kind of nervous.

“Good girl, keep your eyes closed. I need to feel you. I want you to touch yourself, just lightly like a feather on your clit. Start rubbing tiny circles around it.” he instructs you, you hear something on the end of the line, but with your pleasure slowly building, you decide to ignore it.

By accident you let a noise slip, a petulant irritated noise as you begin to squirm alone on your bed. He wouldn't know, how would he know if you went faster? If you just slipped your finger in?

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425 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

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CALL ME really was one of my masterpieces this year.

[atticinthecafe]

Short Phantom Thief Leader Akechi au drabble beneath the cut

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Morgana shifted around in the bag he sat in. Brand new, just for him. Akechi had never needed a bag like this before becoming a thief, but now it made it easier to carry his cat- er, teammate, around. Morgana had suggested the idea after a bit of being carried in Ryuji's and Ann's school bags. Now those were comfy. But that's not right now, so anyways.

Right now? He was stuck in this bag. Of course, Akechi had to stop at this little cafe he heard of. Why wouldn't he? Not like it mattered to him that Morgana's legs were getting sore and he was hungry. (Okay, maybe it did matter to him, but Morgana is a bit dramatic.)

"Gorooo, I'm hungryy!" Morgana eventually gave in, popping his head out of the bag and yowling. That seemed to catch Akechi's attention, as well as the barista serving him.

Oh! Wait! Morgana knew this guy. He was the one he had followed around a few times. Morgana wasn't sure why, but he felt something special about him. He almost wanted to take him into mementos, just to see if he had a persona.

"You… have a cat in your bag?" The barista slowly sat down the cup he was working on. For himself it looked like, since Akechi already had one. He was smiling and snickering gently at both the cat sticking out of the bag and Akechi's flustered face.

"Ah.. yes. Him." Akechi emphasized the word 'him' with a playful glare towards the bag, "I found him while walking home one day. He was a stray so I decided to take him in."

"I never would've guessed you have a soft spot for strays, detective," the barista hummed and set down his cup, now intently focused on something else as he moved to the back of the shop.

"I hang around you, don't I, Akira?"

"Oof. Ouch, Akechi."

The laugh that followed this let Morgana know it was all in good fun. It was only a moment before the boy named Akira returned, setting a plate on the counter with canned tuna on it.

"Here you go, kitty. I bet that mean ol' detective never does anything nice for you," Akira hummed out a laugh as he reached over to pet Morgana before letting him pull himself out and onto the counter.

"You better not let boss catch this, and I'll have you know, I do a lot of nice things for him. He is incredible spoiled," Akechi scoffed and reached over to scritch between Morgana's ears, which Morgana took as opportunity to bite him.

"I am not spoiled!" Morgana justified his bite before going to eat the sweet sweet tuna placed before him, "I do a lot for this team!"

"MORGANA!"

Akira watched with entertainment glinting in his eyes as Akechi tugged his hand back before turning back to his own cup of coffee.

"I think Morgana disagrees with you there,"

Despite the wounded hand, a small smile was finding a way onto his face, "He's a handful, but he keeps me company. Plus he nips at me until I go to bed on time, so he helps me out as well" His voice held a fond tone.

"Must be nice to have a friend like that."

There was a wistful air to Akira's tone, but as quick as it came, it was gone again. Hidden with a smile and busy hands. He went to work cleaning up the counter before he would settle to enjoy his coffee. Morgana almost paused to take a look at him. They both must know what it's like to want company. His tail twitched in thought.

Akechi had been there for him, and they were getting along fine now, despite a rough start. Maybe Akechi would do the same for him and he could join the team after all. Morgana hoped so, more allies was always useful, plus, it would prove his intuition right.

Akira and Akechi kept up conversation for a while after that. Akira only pausing to clean up the cups they had used and get Morgana a dish of water to drink. Morgana couldn't help but listen in too. The two talked about the phantom thieves, theories, and all kinds of stuff that went way over Morgana's head. Akira seemed interesting.

Guess he would have to find out for himself what Akira was really was capable of. Especially after that new navigator joined the team. He needed to prove he could be useful. This might be the perfect opportunity to do so.

[scenecipriano]

"do you think.. we can go back to what we were?" Wiiiith...Roman and Emile? ^.^

good ol' Pricani love it

Pricani/Romile; Human AU

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When Roman saw the pink-haired man in the coffee shop he thought he was seeing a ghost. He still had the same round wire-frame glasses and the beige cardigan that was given to him during their first Christmas together.

Roman didn't have to be close to know the man was enjoying a hot chocolate, he was never one to drink coffee. The man looks up before Roman can force himself to take his eyes away.

The way the man smiles sends butterflies in Roman's stomach just like it had all those years ago.

"Roman! It's so good to see you!"

His acknowledgment gave Roman all he needed to approach the pink-haired man.

"Emile! Wow, you haven't changed a bit. How long has it been? Six years?" He asks as he takes the seat across from him.

Emile laughs, it's so deep and hearty that it brings a flush to Roman's face.

"Yeah, it has! How's New York been treating you? I heard from Remus that you've starred in some serious productions."

A shame that his twin brother kept more in touch with his ex than he did. Of course, Remus was dating Emile's younger brother Patton.

"Ah, yeah... Yeah, it's been amazing. I'm taking a break from the spotlight though, and might even move back to Iowa. How was Stanford? Patton said you moved back last year, I'm sorry it took me so long to come to visit."

Emile smiles and trails his finger over the rim of his coffee cup, Roman can't help but notice the smudge of chapstick on the lid.

"It was nice... much warmer there than it is here that's for sure. And that's completely fine! It's hard for a broadway star to get free time, but I've opened my own business! I got my Ph.D. in psychology!"

Roman blinks his blue eyes in surprise, "Wow! What happened to being a vet?"

Emile chuckles and shakes his head.

"I actually flunked the prerequisites, and psychology was always my secret backup."

Roman nods, and he takes the moment to silently watch Emile. In the past six years, not much has changed about him.

"I've missed you..." Emile speaks up.

Roman blushes before lowering his head, they were a couple that others were jealous of. Only for fate to turn them into a modern-day Romeo and Juliet just minus the double suicides.

"Do... Do you think we can go back to what we were?" Roman quietly asks.

He looks up when Emile grabs his hand, that same smile that made him fall in love six years ago on the younger man's face.

"I don't know... but I wouldn't mind trying."

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Oh boy rambling time.

Okay, so. I'm still thinking about the whole.... Element AU, name pending. The one where Billy spits water.

Anyways feel free to ignore this, uh.

So, like. I'm taking that general but ultimately loose piece of work and inserting it into a Coffee Shop AU. Everyone knows a good ol' coffee shop AU. Fair warning, I'm about to take the characters and pretend it's all fine and dandy.

Steve and Billy are like.. friends, sort of, in this. Billy moved into this town back in high school, as usual, loud and angry and proud, and generally a piece of work. High school basic rivalry and all that. In this AU, everyone gets powers. It's all elemental, basic five elements, whatever. Billy has his water Squirtle powers, Steve gets his plant powers. You would think that it would be beneficial, but no. They loathed each other back then. Billy would drown his plants every single time, and Steve would trip him in the halls.

Time passes, and somehow come to some sort of mutualistic understanding that beating each other up, no matter how fun and cathartic it is, is not gonna work in the long run. Honestly would not be surprised if they had somehow gotten trapped in a landslide, the kind that not even Steve could power his way out of, and had to help each other in order to not die. Some light bonding experience. They get out, begrudgingly get along, and then as they become adults Billy simply... doesn't leave like he's always ranted and raved about. He's got his own personal reasons, somewhere between Max and wanting to continue to bother Steve as long as physically possible. Perhaps even a crush. Who knows.

Regardless they're both still in town, and somewhere in that they end up opening a coffee shop together. Coffee beans are still plants, even if leaves are more common when talking about plants in general. Sure, not Columbian, but it's local grown and Steve's got QUITE the green thumb on him. The place thrives, and they even get to hire other people! How joyous. Even if Steve finds it frankly disgusting every time Billy water guns a cup of joe.

They're making a decent living, Billy lives above the shop, Steve lives somewhere else, privacy and all that. The kids are still very much present in Steve's life, of course. At first, back when Steve was with Nancy, it was more of a 'knowledge by proximity' kind of deal and the kids didn't really bother with him. Sometimes they would ask him things, but nothing personal, more like little fetch quests as little kids tend to do to older folk.

Somewhere in that time the kids became attached, and after Steve helped Dustin when he accidentally exploded his basement after he sneezed thanks to a really weird lizard that he stole out of a trash bin and then proceeded to kick up dust everywhere, the kids just sort of.... Attached to him like stubborn glue and now he can't get rid of them. Even if they're all much older now and technically don't even need him anymore. Especially now with the addition of Max, who had to deal with Steve because Steve deals with Billy and the Party. Again, association by proximity. Nowadays she just huddles in the corner of the shop doing Max things. Occasionally even brings along Jane and Lucas.

Robin is still very much a piece of Steve's ever so wonderful history, but just for funsies they're actually childhood besties. Known each other since forever, the kind of friends that parents would coo at on the playground because 'Oh look honey, that girl's already got herself a boyfriend!'

Those kinds. They're still 100% Platonic Capital P. Robin's gay awakening was in fact in Steve's proximity, Steve immediately teased her for it because she deserves standards, and have been sewn at the hips ever since. Robin has air powers, which mostly translates to Robin occasionally flying. You know. Like a robin. Tweet tweet motherducker.

It also translates to even more benefits for them, because Robin can pollinate Steve's plants (And occasionally just Steve), and Steve can make quite a beautiful leaves/petals falling scene. Yay, mutualism.

Back to coffee shop AU. So. They've been there for a good while, and then someone buys the empty building next to them. Before, it was some noodle shop, before someone was caught putting malachite in the soup (Why I cannot say) and before that it was a flower shop. During those times Steve visited a whole lot, half because he was in his element (literally) and half because he spent his time researching the best ways to not have to magically feed his coffee plant every time by seeing how people kept flowers alive. Then they moved away, so that was a grade A bummer.

Lo and behold, here comes Eddie Munson to the scene. He didn't buy the place, he simply just works there. The building gets spruced up into essentially a gaming cafe. Oooh, how fancy. They don't really sell food, it's the kind that people come and play games. This is all set in a somewhat modern universe, so most of the time it's being used for the computer. Perhaps playing Club Penguin. There's also board games galore, and of course in the back Eddie's got his own space for DnD campaigning.

Eddie's little 'dungeon', as he likes to call it, actually changes decor based on what campaign he's DM-ing. The only consistent part of it is the candles and torches. As a fire elemental he finds the flickering of it sort of soothing and quite immersive at times, able to make them dim and flare at his command. Hell, sometimes just for fun they're scented, really get the scene going.

For a while the two shops don't really bother each other, other than the first time when Steve and Billy checked out the new place after Dustin got really excited over a new hangout spot, especially one so close to Steve. Other than that, the two were allowed to hang on their own.

It doesn't mean it remains that way forever. No. Eddie started pulling all-nighters in preparation for his campaign, planning and setting everything up, and caffeine was his solution to not drooling all over his notebooks.

Eddie really does do his best holding back that same drool when his gay little heart catches the boys next door. Yay, fun times, romance woohoo.

Heading onto other characters. Argyle obviously also has plant powers, but the only thing that man grows is mushrooms, weed, and occasionally really huge sunflowers because sunflowers are hilarious when experienced. He can grow other things, like every plant elemental can, he just doesn't. Happy to stick to simple things and sunflowers. He works at his beloved Surfer's Pizza, having a grand ol' time.

Chrissy is an air elemental user like Robin, and also like Robin uses it to fly. Eddie, a long time friend of hers, likes to joke that given enough time Chrissy could float away like a feather or a spiderling off on an adventure. She works at a gym, teaching kids nifty tricks and runs a cheerleading program there.

I'm honestly a little hung up on what Nancy would be. Fire would be good, she's got the independent and headstrong role to her, but also water type Nancy has some appeal to me too. Calm, deliberate, gets into everything given enough time.

Jonathan seems like a plant type person too, a Mother Nature kind of thing. I feel like the entire Byers family gives off that plant kind of vibe, but at the same time no. Like Joyce could be plant based, but a determined sort of fire user Joyce but in that warm, hearth way makes me happy. A Joyce that exudes comfort no matter what, but has a protective streak when it comes to people she loves.

Uhhh... So, elements. Elements. They probably sprout out at around.... Age 10 or so? Perhaps it comes with the joys and horrors of puberty? They would reasonably need to be at an age that they understand at a basic level what to expect and able to control to an extent, because giving a baby fire powers is generally not ideal. Maybe, as a kid they show signs of an affinity to a certain element, maybe manifest minor side effects that are just a part of their DNA. Like fire babies are generally much warmer, water babies kind of need to be hydrated more and somehow are slick to the touch (Hydrodynamics?) earth babies are happier on the ground then in someone's arms, and so on. But outside of that, nobody can truly tell, because babies are in generally kind of weird while Steve left snacks Steve again entertain each other.

Anyways, Billy keeps writing Eddie's name wrong on purpose, Steve somehow keeps writing Empty for Eddie, despite the cup not being empty.

I'm tired, I'll ramble some other time.

[moonscarsandstars]

happy birthday @sirrriusblack!! you’re an absolutely amazing person and deserve the worldd :)) i hope you have a super lovely day and a very very wonderful year ahead (or i mean just wonderful life in general you deserve it love), and hope you like this fic!

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The bustle of the coffee shop may have been what Sirius loved most about it.

Something about the atmosphere seemed to be noisy yet all too calming at the same time. With the ecstatic chatter of people from Sirius’s classes coming in after school, the hum of the espresso machines at the counter, and the tinkling of the bell that was just above the door. 

In fact, it was that sudden tinkling of the bell that brought Sirius’s attention from whatever chaotic conversation he’d been having with James.

“Oh fuck.”

“What-” started James, before looking at the entrance and grinning. “I think I’ll let you take this shift.”

“Absolutely not,” muttered Sirius before ducking under the counter. There was absolutely no way he was going to tend to Remus Lupin- the exact same seventh year he’d been head over heels with for years now. Not if he didn’t want to embarrass himself by probably spilling coffee and forgetting his own name.

“Pads,” said James, trying to pull Sirius’s wrist. “Get up, you’re breaking at least fifteen rules here. It’s just going to be a few seconds of talking.”

“It’ll be the longest few seconds ever.”

“But it’ll be the best few seconds, won’t it?” Asked James with a smirk.

Sirius stuck his tongue out.

“I’m not wrong, am I?” 

Grabbing the counter, Sirius gave one last scowl at James before pulling himself up.

“Sorry about that,” he said, staring pointedly down at a pair of worn converse. “How may I help you?”

If the scraping of chairs in the background wasn’t so loud, the entire floor would probably be able to hear Sirius’s heart rapidly beating against his chest.

“As many double shot espressos as this can get, please,” said Remus flatly, slamming a crumpled ten pound note onto the counter.

Blinking, Sirius’s eyes widened.

“Exams.” Holding up a history textbook, Remus managed to drop at least a dozen loose papers.

“Ah, I see,” quipped Sirius with a grin. “On the house in that case. Name?”

“Moony,” replied Remus distractedly, trying to pick up all the papers and meet Sirius’s gaze.

God, his eyes were fucking beautiful.

“Moony?”

“Yes, M- oh, uh-”

“Moony it is.”

“I- okay, yes, okay.”

“Are you okay?”

Looking at the dark circles under his eyes and the constant yawning, Remus looked either like he hadn’t slept in days, or just woken up from sleeping for days. The irony was, Sirius couldn’t tell which.

“I’ll be good, thanks,” said Remus, wandering off after Sirius’s smile. But Sirius could here him vaguely mumble something along the lines of “even my textbooks aren’t okay” and couldn’t stop himself from chuckling out loud.

~~~

Maybe if Remus had any logic, he wouldn’t have deleted the exam timetable. 

Or had to cram in his ten hours of history content into two hours of revision. Or have stumbled into the exact coffee place he pointedly avoided everyday. Or be sitting here with five shots of strong coffee trying to read the same line over and over again.

Sipping on an extremely bitter glass, Remus glared at his illegible notes with an even more bitter look.

“Need any help?”

Remus’s heart skipped a beat.

“I think I’m good, thanks,” said Remus, proceeding to curse under his breath as he knocked over a glass.

“Oh, I should-” started Sirius, before running off and returning with a cloth and a spray as Remus quietly wished he could sink into the ground.

“Sorry about this. I- well- didn’t get the timetable,” he muttered sheepishly.

“You didn’t? Why not?”

“Well I did,” Remus looked away, before continuing. “But I deleted it.”

Sirius stopped what he was doing to look Remus dead in the eye. “You deleted it? The mocks timetable?”

“Accidentally! No- stop laughing!”

But Remus couldn’t stop himself from catching Sirius’s laugh, holding his aching stomach no matter how much he should’ve been worrying.

God, he had such a contagious fucking laugh.

“What’re you studying?” Managed Sirius, after an intense few seconds of holding his stomach and trying not to burst into laughter again.

“History.”

“I thought you loved it though, I mean, you’re always reading it in the-” Sirius stopped himself, as an almost invisible blush rushed up his cheeks.

“You noticed?”

“I- that was much creepier than it was meant to be.”

Remus chuckled, but there was no hint of discomfort, much to Sirius’s relief. “Love history. Hate history exams.”

“Makes sense I suppose.”

“As for being creepy, I suppose it makes up for me finishing your espresso stock,” said Remus, vaguely gesturing at his messy, half-finished collection of espresso shots.

“Oh please, don’t bother. We stock up for exam season.”

“You’re kidding.”

“And you’re not alone. I’ve a nice collection of coffee at my flat, actually. And history textbooks. Well, art history, but still.”

Raising his eyebrows, Remus quipped, “Careful, that might sound like an invitation.”

“Maybe it is,” said Sirius with what Remus could have sworn was a wink that sent the childish butterflies in his stomach crazy.

“Sirius? Where the hell are you?”

Jumping in surprise, Sirius yelled back “I’m coming!” before turning to Remus. “I’m very sorry, but I’m also very much in trouble.”

And with that, he rushed off leaving Remus flustered, confused and in realisation of just how much he’d put off. 

~~~

Reluctantly, after a few minutes of mindless doodling and giddy smiling, Remus came to the conclusion that he’d never finish anything in this particular coffee shop- not the studying, nor the coffee. Definitely not with all the distractions. 

Yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave, not with the memory of Sirius’s wide grin and sparkling eyes. That is, until a voice from behind managed to scared the living daylights out of him.

“This place does close unfortunately.”

Jumping out of his skin, Remus whipped his head around with a start. There Sirius was, grinning like an idiot, trademark apron folded on a shelf revealing his shirt- top two buttons undone, Remus noticed with a start- and black jeans. Suddenly, he felt a wave of consciousness in his overflowing jumper that rolled up at his wrists.

“That- really is tragic. I was planning to sleep here, you see.”

“Well,” started Sirius, a smile playing on his lips. “What if I offered you another place to sleep?” 

Remus silently cursed as his heartbeat raced. He thoroughly hoped that the heat travelling up his cheeks wasn’t as visible as Sirius’s knowing grin made it out to be. Sirius was going to be the death of him.

“But really,” started Sirius, giving a look at his watch. “It’s getting late.”

“Sorry,” said Remus, not at all sorry for every second he spent stalling and spending time with Sirius. “Just give me a second to pack up, yeah?”

“Of course. And my offer still stands.”

“Does it come with benefits?”

Now it was Sirius’s turn to blush, eyes widening and parting his lips in a split second of surprise that turned into that same, ear-to-ear grin. Pointing to the counter awkwardly, Sirius chuckled, “I’ll- I’ll meet you there.”

The way Sirius’s blushed seemed to travel to his neck brought a smile to Remus’s lips, filled partly with some sort of satisfaction and partly fluster in its own way. Heading up to the counter, he dragged his feet in a pathetic attempt to take as long as he could.

“I’ll be heading out now,” said Remus, slapping a pathetic two dollars onto the counter as some form of tip. But his tired expression turned into confusion as Sirius produced another order of coffee, fixing the lid on before handing it to Remus.

“I- I really appreciate this, but the ten pounds was all I had-”

“Oh please, this is complimentary. On me, if you will.”

“I couldn’t,” insisted Remus, finding it increasingly difficult to refuse something from Sirius.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll want it anyway. Really, consider it a gift?”

Sirius had that earnest look in his eyes- the one that reminded Remus almost of a puppy that you just couldn’t refuse. It was infuriating, he told himself as he accepted it. “Thank you so much, I owe you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” said Sirius, leaving the counter and twisting the “open” sign to display the word “closed”. “I’ll see you soon if I’m lucky.”

And with that, he disappeared, leaving Remus confused and heart hammering against his chest. 

But that grin returned to his face as Remus turned to the cup, recognising that familiar scrawl spelling out the words scrawled on the cup read “To moony,” with an address.

[husbandhoshi]

this idea popped into my head and now i am legally obligated to share it

rivals to lovers coffee shop au where u and vernon are baristas and ur not really enemies but ur not really friends either. ur boss is a self-proclaimed matchmaker so she always puts u on shifts together because she insists "there's sexual tension !!$@^%" even tho it's just regular good ol fashioned tension why would it be sexual. we just plain don't get along. except,, no wait he is hot :0 and now we're fucking in his car after our shift :/ but we still don't like each other >:(

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THIS IS SOOOOO HOT....... (also forgive me, this has been sitting a while in my inbox!)

i think this is such a cute setting for a vernon e2l too. i KNOW if he was a barista he would be such a coffee snob, and you hate it! you're genuinely just trying to help customers out and make yummy drinks, and you just despise the look on his face as he's confusing another customer with some long-winded explanation about cold brew (no, you're not looking at him because he's cute. no way). and you don't care to notice how hardworking he is, or how he remembers regulars' orders (or your order, for that matter). or how hot he looks when he rolls his sleeves up when you guys get busy.

and when your car is in the shop this week, you don't think twice when he offers to drive you home (he's just being a nice coworker, right? because without you, the shop would go up in flames, right?). and when he leans over the center console to kiss you, it's just a one time thing (it has to be).

and you only realize it's all gone to shit when, many weeks after that first kiss, you both are in the last car in the parking lot of the coffee shop again. and you're grinding on his lap in the backseat, aprons tossed off to god knows where, his hands up your shirt. then you realize you haven't really gone a week without fucking him, and you haven't really gone a shift without thinking about kissing him a million times, or taking him on a date, or seeing the expression on his face when you surprise him with flowers. and god forbid you think about him being your boyfriend!