#*perks up from work/caffeine daze* fics?

[ajscico]

*sprawled on the table but I’m backwards*

Anything specific you’d like me to entice you with?

(Aka: any fic type you’re wanting? said in funniest way possible because I’m in a mood)

Well, been breaking my own heart with my writing plus the time change is making me simultaneously sleepy and sentimental. Got any good "ends in fluff" fics?

[butterbeerblurbs]

"wanna, like - I mean, if you're not buy...we could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?" - coffeeshop!fred

bruuhhhhhhh smiles, i swear you read my mind sometimes because i actually have a coffeeshop!fred au currently in the works. FFFFFFFFF UR GOOD. TOO GOOD. GIVE URSELF A CUP OF COFFEE AND A HUG BC UR GOOD also here it is HAHAHA. so the one i had in mind was for the reader to be the barista (but that’ll be a full... long fic, so instead!) in this one, fred’s the barista working at the coffee shop!

88 dandelions celebration 🌼 // dandelions: 88 tag

"wanna, like - i mean, if you're not busy...we could get lunch? or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?" // coffeeshop!fred (barista!fred) x reader 🌸 [set in a modern!au - refers to hogwarts as a college!]

fred weasley was the barista at the golden brew a couple of blocks where hogwarts was located. he was pretty well-known amongst any crowd - especially since he’s not exactly the most quiet when he has a twin that erupts the same reaction in a sea of people.

put that two together? a mess. chaos. complete mayhem.

but when fred wasn’t causing a ruckus in college, playing pranks whenever and wherever he could, he was working as a barista. strangely enough, as much smiles as he brings to people’s faces, he does the same with making coffee. and one day, a couple of days, weeks, since you became a patron to the golden brew, fred takes any opportunity to make you smile. to create small chatter. the few sentences he exchanges with you was enough to make him feel warm inside. it fueled him stronger than caffeine.

fred was screwed... the moment george and his group of friends noticed the way the ginger head barista looked at you. how he grew silent as he watched you completing your writings by the window - it was always the corner seat to the right of the shop and it... cruelly (gratefully) grants him a nice view of you. 

he would’ve been fine on his own if it wasn’t for his meddling friends urging him to just ask you out on a date and... well... that leads to the situation now. fred’s standing by your table after calling your name and it feels like the world is spinning in slow motion. he’s barely able to catch his breath when you look up to him. a couple of strands of your hair falling between your eyes and the way the sun gently caresses your skin as it goes down - being here the whole day to finish up your work, you hadn’t noticed it’s gotten this late. it wasn’t until you see fred’s face in the same glow - your heart skips a beat.

what fred does beat, is the bush. because it takes him awfully long to string out his sentence.

“d’you wanna, like, i mean, if you’re not busy - could we get dinner?” he stammers out, and he mentally slams himself for being so god-damned awkward. he can hear his friends trying to cheer him on with a soft keep going, freddie! it’s as if they pretended you couldn’t hear it. “o-or just coffee? if you don’t have a lot of time?”

you lift your pen from the paper and fold your arms on the table, smile growing wider as you gaze into his eyes. finally. you breathe a sigh, before nodding, “i would love to, freddie,”

freddie.

he swallows the lump in his throat, fiddling his fingers behind his back, “great!”

“i just have to finish this really quick, is fifteen minutes alright?”-i’d bloody wait forever if you asked-“o-of course! yeah, that’s perfect-i mean, that’s fine,” his eyes slam shut and he does this thing with his face like he’s scolding himself without words, but it speaks volumes to you at how much he cares how he’s presenting himself to you. you bite back a grin and he exhales deeply, eyes opening to you, “l-let me know when you’re ready, yeah? i’ll be by the counter, cleaning up-waiting, i mean-”you officially make him melt to goo when you reach out with your free hand, trying to peel for one of his hands behind his back into your hold.

his eyes widen, cheeks almost red as a tomato as he gapes at your gesture. shit, my hand is sweaty!

“i think you’re charming, freddie. i’ll come over when i’m done, okay?” you hope you relieved some of his nerves, but on the contrary, he’s having a breakdown. how on earth could someone like you exist? more importantly, did you just say yes to going on a date with him?

“f-fantastic,” he manages to squeeze out quietly, before giving your hand a squeeze and he fumbles away from your table, scattering back to behind the counter to hide his face from you. his group of friends wave and create a ruckus to get your attention. you spare them a wave and a chuckle, before going back to your work.

when he reaches back to the counter (after trying not to fall to his knees at how much he’s shaking), he rests his elbows on the marble surface and continues to sigh at you from a distance.

“she said yes, didn’t she?” katie snorts, and based on how dazed fred looks with a soft mhm, we’ll head out in fifteen, the rest of the group erupts in laughter at fred’s success. even more when you peek up to see fred’s still staring at you and it makes you blush, trying to lower your head down in hopes they wouldn’t see, they cheer him on. but past the ruckus and rowdiness, when you lock eyes with fred and his brows perk up at making eye contact, he has a good feeling when you smile at him with your eyes - without even trying - and he’s... he’s a goner.

fred weasley was head over heels for you.