#bistro huddy fic

[babybatxxx]

This is gonna sound dumb, but what am I supposed to picture in my head when reading bistro huddy fics?! Like am I supposed to picture fanart of how I interpret them or should I picture Drew in wigs? Bc that gets a bit awkward considering I read rubycole romance fics-

[returnsandreturns]

this is just happening, i guess

Amber and Joey last two weeks and Ruby lasts three hours not talking to Amber about it because Amber is out back on her smoke break. She’s holding an unlit cigarette and pouting—not pouting to get attention or sympathy or make someone feel guilty for being an asshole to the most angel-faced angel baby in fucking existence, just pouting because she’s sad.

“You don’t smoke,” Ruby says.

“I could smoke,” Amber says, exaggerating the pout slightly. She’s talented.

Ruby offers her a lighter and Amber wrinkles her nose.

“Yeah, sure,” Ruby murmurs, rolling her eyes and sliding it back into her pocket, not saying anything else until the silence goes too far. “So, what did Joey do to fuck it up?”

“He yelled at me,” Amber says.

“Aren’t you, like, into that?” Ruby asks, raising her eyebrows.

“It’s different when we’re here and he’s yelling at everybody and it’s, like, hot because of the, like, context,” Amber says, looking genuinely upset now, voice getting squeaky. “It’s—different when we’re alone and I’m the only one there to yell that.”

The shaky little tone of her voice makes something light up in Ruby’s stomach. She knows that Joey’s just an asshole with a short fuse but she’s threatening him later, anyway. Probably with knives. They’ve got a lot of knives.

“That piece of shit,” she says, flatly.

“He is,” Amber says, after a moment, lifting her chin. “He is a piece of shit.”

“. . .that the meanest thing you’ve ever said, blondie?” Ruby asks, lips twitching for a moment when Amber actually takes a minute to think about it before smiling and nodding. “Good—there’s such a thing as being too sweet, you know.”

“You don't know anything about that, huh?” Amber asks, with that glittery good little hostess look in her eyes.

She gets it. Ruby gets it.

“I can be sweet,” she says, low, glancing over Amber.

“Prove it,” Amber shoots back, then immediately blushes. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, it’s the coat—or I might be a slut. Do you think I’m a slut? Oh my god.”

“I think you need to be with someone who actually knows how to handle you,” Ruby says, ignoring the way Amber blushes harder, looking like she’s a second away from hiding her face in her hands. “Look, cancel whatever plans you have tonight. We’re going to stay after close and drink and shit talk Joey. Just tell Nicole."

"Oh, she'll be good at that," Amber says, softly, nodding.

[velbs]

holiday party ‘05

[bistrohuddymaxxing]

sometimes i consider getting back into writing bc i think writing a rubycole fic would heal my soul tbh

[sheena-is-a-punk-rocker]

When she begins to rock, honey, I begin to roll

Okay so the fandom has continued to disappoint me with the lack of Trickette fanfics so I decided I needed to do it myself. Takes place the day after the "closing with your work crush" video. Note, Bridgey does get her ass grabbed by a customer so tw for that

“I tried breaking up with Peter last night—” Bridgette tells Nicole meekly when there’s a gap in the dinner rush.

“Yes! Finally!” Nicole cheers, just as Bridgette tacks on an, “—again.”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘again’? You’ve done this before?”

“Yes! Multiple times! But every time I bring it up he just tells me to stop being ridiculous and you know I’m physically incapable of arguing with people and like, I don’t want him to be homeless. He doesn’t have anywhere else to go!”

“So?” Nicole scoffs. “Bridgey, that’s not your problem. You’re clearly miserable with him.”

“It’s not all bad,” Bridgette protests half-heartedly.

“Hold on a sec, table thirty is flagging me down. We are not done with this conversation.”

The next four hours fly by and before Bridgette knows it it’s closing time. She grabs her stuff and tries not to think about how much she’s dreading going home. She can’t stop thinking about last night and how alive she felt for the first time in years.

Before she can dwell on it too much longer, Nicole is telling her. “I’m meeting you at your house. If you can’t break up with Peter, I’m doing it for you.”

“No! Nicole, you don’t have to do that!” she protests, but secretly she’s thrilled that someone as assertive as Nicole is taking the reins.

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Peter is busy playing his video games in front of the living room TV when she and Nicole turn up. He doesn’t even acknowledge them, too busy yelling at the screen.

Nicole walks up to the TV and fiddles around with the cords plugged into the side of it before yanking on one—turning the N64 off.

“Bro, what the fuck? I was in the middle of a tournament!”

“You were playing Super Smash Bros on a fucking N64 and can’t even connect to the internet,” Nicole deadpans, having picked up enough knowledge about video games from Nico at work. Without skipping a beat, she continues, “Listen, Bridgey has tried breaking up with you multiple times—”

“Oh god,” Peter says with a roll of his eyes. “Not this bullshit again.”

“Well she’s serious this time and I’m telling you that you need to get your shit out of this apartment and leave. Now.”

He turns to look at Bridgette, wide eyed. “What the hell, Bridgette! You’re just gonna let her talk to me like that?”

Bridgette shrugs, feeling bolder with Nicole by her side. “I told you last night I wanted to break up.”

He throws his controller down to the ground. “It’s ‘cause you’re probably cheating on me, isn’t it. I saw the way you were looking at your little trainee.”

Her stomach is in knots. She feels guilty for how much flirting she’s done with Trick since he started working at the restaurant, but she tries to tell herself that it didn’t mean anything and she didn’t actually cheat. But you almost did last night, the voice in her head tells her.

Peter doesn’t argue with her further. He gathers up his gaming console and goes to the bedroom. He comes out with a backpack filled with clothes and toiletries and says, “Whatever, bitch, I don’t need you anyway. I’m going to Cody’s.”

He slams the door behind him and Bridgette immediately lets out a sigh of relief, feeling the tears prickling at the corners of her eyes from the adrenaline rush.

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She’s on cloud nine the next day at work, feeling free for the first time in three years. Trick, knowing she’s single now, has dialed the flirting up to eleven and it makes her blush every time he makes another comment about how beautiful she is. She soaks up the attention—having sorely lacked it in her relationship with Peter.

Her next table is a group of three frat boys, which normally would make her wary, but she’s in too good of a mood to let some assholes who probably tip like crap ruin her day.

“Hi, I’m Bridgette, I’ll be taking good care of you!” she greets them with a smile.

One guy wolf whistles at her and she internally rolls her eyes. Oh, so that’s how this is gonna go.

She tries her best to deflect all the creepy questions about whether the “carpet matches the drapes” (gross) and whether she’s single and manages to succeed until she’s walking by their table with a tray of hot food.

She feels a hand grope her ass and freezes. Time seems to stop as she hears the rest of the table laughing. She blinks back tears as she hastily sets their food down and says, “I have to go.”

She beats a hasty retreat to the walk-in where she lets the tears flow.

Nicole’s coming to check in on her several minutes later. “Bridgey, I think you need to see this.”

She wipes the last of her tears away and then follows Nicole back out to the dining area and watches as Trick takes over her table.

“Hey, where’s the pretty redhead? I wasn’t done talking to her.”

“She went on break—you assholes are stuck with me now.”

Her heart skips a beat. Trick continues, “And hey, next time you think about grabbin’ that pretty redhead’s ass again I feel like I should let ya know I carry a switchblade on me and have absolutely zero issues usin’ it on douchebags like you.”

Oh, that shouldn’t turn her on as much as it does.

“Trick, can I talk to you for a sec?” she hears Terry say, and then, “I cain’t have you threatenin’ guests like that!”

Nicole rolls her eyes. “Look, one of them grabbed Bridgey’s ass. If he didn’t say something, I would’ve. You should be glad you have employees willing to look out for each other.”

Terry frowns and looks over at the table in question. “I see. Will you excuse me for a sec?”

Bridgette doesn’t stick around to find out what happens to the table of frat boys. She grabs Trick’s hand and drags him to the kitchen and then into the walk-in. Before he can say anything she’s rolling up on her toes and crashing her lips into his.

He freezes for a moment before his brain catches up to what she’s doing and then he’s gripping her hips and dragging her closer to him. They’re both gasping for breath once they come up for air.

“Wow,” is all he says.

She blushes. “It was really sweet how you stood up for me back there.”

He smirks at her and brushes a curl behind her ear. “So, you wanna go out some time?”

Before she can respond she hears Nicole yelling, “Yaaaaaaas! Get it, Bridgey!” from just outside the walk-in door.

She giggles and then tells Trick, “I think that sounds really nice.

“Pick you up at eight?” he says, before kissing her again.

They only leave the walk-in when they hear Terry yelling, “Where the hell did my servers go?”

[bisexualmultifandommess]

Guess who reading fanfics about a chef and a hostess all played by the same guy!!

✨ meeeee ✨

[crazycrafter17]

I need a task manager, specifically to be like

task manager - “Are you thinking about your fic? Do you wanna write on your fic right now?”

me - “YES! Because what if *insert cool thing* HAPPENED IN THE FIC!”

task manager - “So you should go write it, here’s the doc, I want 500 words of that.”

C’mon, wouldn’t that be great?

[bubble-you]

the smoke break WIP @niccage fic ‘the bunny manual’

[katcadecascade]

This came to me ina dream/waking up (?) but like

Ruby and Bridgette have ended their shift together, made plans to simply hang out, and kinda casually talking.

They’re outside the resturant where there’s those large posters of the menu.

“I would never eat here honestly,” Ruby said, arms crossed.

“Oh come on, a lot of this is pretty good,” Bridgette assures.

“What like the Santa Fe?”

It’s meant as rhetorical but a nearby person is also checking out the menu repeats curiously, “Santa Fe?”

The customer said it under their breath, by all means not inserting themselves into the girls’ conversation, but simply lost reading the menu.

Yet every fiber of Brigette’s being is trained to help costumers pick out food. She’s fidgeting with her hands, physically shrugging to not be in server mode.

Just when it looks like she’s about to crack, Ruby tilts Bridgette’s chin to look her way. Her thumb barely touching the edge of Bridgette’s lips.

“You’re so cute,” Ruby tells her, voice teasing but it’s soft, gentle.

Bridgette stops fidgeting with her hands, would entirely frozen but her lips tremble a little. It’s enough to part so consequentially Ruby’s thumb slides over the bottom lip. Makeup beginning to smudge and Ruby can feel every slow, hot breath Bridgette takes.

Side eying this, the nearby customer gets second hand-bottom energy and almost crashes into the door to give them privacy.

I have no idea why I imagined this right as I woke up rn

[len-is-home]

I finally wrote a little something for the bistro buddy fandom!!! I've been meaning to for so long!

Summary:

They moved together perfectly yet clumsily and with an unquenched craving that even the infinitely unsexy Christmas jumpers couldn’t take away. If Nicole had at all had the will to separate their lips, she would have said as such.

Aka basically just them kissing at the Christmas party <33 I can't wait to write more RubyCole content, they're so dear to me💓💓

[softiekatz]

lavander lace - softiephannie - Bistro Huddy (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]

this rlly got away from me but i dont regret anything...

[babybatxxx]

I WANT A BABY

(Sorry I had just read a rubycole fic where they had a baby)

[returnsandreturns]

i don't know where this is going but i love an ensemble

The after hours meeting to shit talk Joey ends up being Amber, Ruby, Nicole and Bridgette sitting in one booth with takeout from a different restaurant, making bad decisions with alcohol.

“Fuck Joey,” Bridgette says, after one and a half drinks.

“Whoa, Bridgey,” Nicole says, smiling. “Nice.”

“Sorry!” Bridgette chirps, blushing. “He’s just such a—a—”

“Come on, say it,” Ruby encourages.

“A jerk,” Bridgette says.

“Translating out of Bridgette-ese, that was a much harsher word,” Clint says, lazily.

He’s still on the other side of the bar even though the restaurant is closed, dutifully making them drinks, because Clint is an ally.

Bridgette nods firmly, curls bouncing.

[sheena-is-a-punk-rocker]

Okay at this point I don't even necessarily need y'all to be shipping Trickette with me (though you should because they're *adorable* together), I just need y'all to step up your Bridgette stan game because she needs more love in this fandom!!!!

Stop confusing her with Amber! She's a unique character who looks completely different and she deserves all the love and attention

[captainhadleyswhore]

No Secrets in Restaurants

just some lil story I scribbled half asleep last night. long story short, Joey and Amber were tryna have a private meeting in the walk-in without making anyone think they're onto something dubious. the kitchen staff guessed what they were up to right away, and decided they'd have some fun.

Here at Bistro Huddy they had these walk-in fridges that can be locked from the outside, to reduce theft of ingredients should any occur. Chef Joey has excused himself to one of these fridges "to cool off", letting Ruby take over while the service was slow. After a little while, Amber had joined him. Nico and Pickles were wondering how long the chef and the hostess sneak out for, and, as a sick joke, they gathered around the walk-in like a hungry pair of coyotes, locked it and lowered the temperature without the couple even suspecting it. "Don't worry guys, they'll find a way to keep warm".

Soon enough, Amber felt goosebumps running down her spine as her soft skin was pressed up against cold metal shelves. She broke the kiss and asked, panting heavily and slightly shivering.

"Don't you think it's kinda cold in here?.. "

Joey let out a frustrated groan from having to talk while rock hard. He tried catching his breath, still holding her in his arms.

"Whaddaya mean?.. We're in a walk-in, - of course it's cold."

"I mean I feel like it's a lot colder than it was before..."

"You're imagining things, baby. I don't feel nothin' like that. Besides, you're in a bra. But don't worry, I'll warm you up."

He leaned in for a kiss, but she grabbed him by his stubbly cheeks.

"I'm freezing, Joey."

His speech was slightly slurred with her hand still on his face.

"If you didn't stop we'd be halfway through this right now."

"Just do something about it."

He made a displeased face and moved her hand away from it.

"Fine", Joey fixed his hair and buttoned his chef's coat up before pushing the door open. It didn't give.

"What are you waiting for?" she hugged herself, trying to keep warm.

"The door won't open", he pushed it again with a little more force.

"I'm literally gonna kill you if you're messing with me!"

He felt his blood flowing back up and patience running short, and a vein popped on his temple: he was already getting the idea of what was the case here. He pushed the door with a full force, and still nothing happened.

"Joey!", she exclaimed, ready to have a fight with him.

"I ain't messing around, Amber, the door is locked!"

"Oh my god! This is not funny!"

Amber started dressing up promptly, afraid that they might be stuck in the freezer.

Joey had his ear to the door.

"I'm not laughing. But I bet these assholes are having a great fucking time right now!"

He heard faint laughing from the outside, and profane noises likely coming from Nico and Pickles. Joey was banging on the door, all the while cursing his subordinates out left and right. They obviously opened it almost as soon as Joey asked, or rather, ordered them to. They were losing their minds cackling like idiots and holding their bellies, except for Ruby - the only person not interested in her coworker's affair.

Him and Amber didn't appreciate their sense of humor. The embarrassed hostess ran out of the kitchen covering her face, while Joey was berating the cooks for the prank they pulled, his face painted red from anger and shame for being figured out so fast by the kitchen.

Terry came along, asking them what all the fuss is about, and they all mumbled "Nothing" in chorus. Once he left, Joey carried on yelling at them and calling them out on every little detail that "pissed him off" throughout the service.

Joey went to the host stand at one point and tried cheering Amber up.

"Those guys are jerks, Amber, you know how they are sometimes", he said softly, with a hint of an apology in his voice. She looked defeated, and he felt sympathy for the way he made her feel.

"Whatever."

"Look, I shouldn't have asked you to come, alright? I'm sorry."

Amber was looking down on her hands, fiddling with them, trying to calm herself; she clearly wasn't looking for his excuses right now.

"I swear I could kill them right now."

He grinned at her remark.

"Oh, I'll take care of it, angel. Don't you worry", Joey promised her, and gently pinched her nose, reaching over the counter. She raised her eyes at him and smiled slyly in return.

When he came in, everybody was quiet. Only the sizzling of the meat and clicking of the tongs interrupted the silence.

Rest of the night chef was seen working with a moody face, barking out orders louder than usual and making other's lives miserable.