#shopowners au

[wolfstarshipping]

Heartstones (4.599 words) by eyra Rating: General Audiences

Summary: It's a tiny little place, squeezed between a bookstore and a small café advertising herbal teas and fruit scones. The frontage - which Remus is quite certain used to be a peeling, sun-flaked shade of orange - is now a deep black, dark as the Whitby jet in the shop up the hill, and the bay window has been filled up with all manner of trinkets; tiny wooden boxes engraved with ivies and vines, and leather-bound books and silver knots worked into rings and necklace pendants, and little pools of crystal stones in lavender and plum and delicate, glossy rose-pink.

Remus is a lonely painter. Sirius is a shopkeeper who might just have a solution for that. Summertime on the Yorkshire coast, with crystals, and candle-smoke, and sunshine.

Comment: This was incredibly cute and fluffy! Even though it's a short fic, it set the scene really well and it was so easy and lovely to get lost in their little world for a bit.

[buddie-fic-recs-this-way]

what are your fav buddie au’s? i’m looking for like cute/ mild angst but with a happy ending? for reference i like the au’s where neither one of them is a firefighter, like they’re a chef or a barista or a teacher, stuff like that! but i also like when one of them is a firefighter and one isn’t! honestly im not picky i’m just on a “fluff buddie getting together au” kick right now lol!!!❤️❤️❤️

well you have come to the right place! au's my most beloved. i'm also known as the au queen 😂 (since i'm combining these asks, i'll put which one's are angsty) i tried to stick to more “normal jobs” so i hope these are what y’all are looking for <33 as always if anyone else has other recs, please feel free to add them!

pick a star on the dark horizon (follow the light) Bob_loblaws_lawblog @bi-buckrights (army buddie/angsty)

winner takes it all buddiefication (pumpkincreamcoldbrew) | (hockey buck/baseball player eddie/ light angst)

now our love lives in the radio | heartbeatdiaz @loserdiaz (college au/ radio host buck/ fluffy)

traded | Princessfbi @princessfbi (hockey buck/ bartender eddie/ light angst)

falling for you (when you're miles away) | MonsterRae1 @monsterrae1 (long distance relationship/ buck is a course teacher for LAFD/ angst)

cordolia verse (bakery au) | MonsterRae1 @monsterrae1 (baker!eddie/barista!buck/ fluff)

kiss me before it's over (if only for a minute) | Bob_loblaws_lawblog @bi-buckrights (baseball buddie/light angst)

come love, | colonoscopys (business man buck meets bodyguard eddie/ angsty)

don't play games (come my way) | letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (buisnessmen buddie/light angst)

a wednesday in a café (i watched it begin again) | MonsterRae1 @monsterrae1 (nurse!eddie/firefighter buck/coffee shop au/fluff)

made your mark on me (a golden tattoo) | heartbeatdiaz @loserdiaz (tattoo artist!eddie/fluffy)

wastin' my time when it was always you |heartbeatdiaz @loserdiaz (childhood friends to lovers/navy seal buck/angsty)

eyes like sinking ships (in waters so inviting) |heartbeatdiaz @loserdiaz (lifeguard!buck/more fluff than angst)

falling slowly; sing your melody (i’ll sing it loud) |Princessfbi @princessfbi (musician!buck/bodyguard!eddie/angsty)

hearts, hooves, and healing | mansikka @redlightsandicedtea (neither are firefighters/horse sanctuary/fluffy)

your name is written in the sand | lecornergirl @clusterbuck (lifeguard!buck/fluffy)

let my ink stain your pages |letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (author!buck/detective!eddie/fluff & angst)

steppin' into fate | r_holland @onward--upward (hockey buddie/fluff & angst)

i don't mind waiting (if it's for you) | Princessfbi @princessfbi (detective!eddie/bartender!buck/angsty)

a picture is worth a thousand words (but love is undefinable) |extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @extasiswings @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (model!buck/photographer!eddie)

teardrops could be bottled | Princessfbi @princessfbi (model!buck/photographer!eddie)

string of hearts...| ReallySmartLadyMarieCurie (plant shop owner buck/firefighter eddie/fluff)

what if you're someone i just want around... |ReallySmartLadyMarieCurie (boxer!eddie/firefighter buck/angsty)

pin me to the wall, i'm an art piece | whiskis @angela-feelstoomuch (models buddie/fluff & angst)

cowboys, jorts and building shit |Ineedapuppyandsomevodka (houseflipper!buck/carpenter!eddie/fluffy) @ineedapuppyandsomevodka

frequent flyer | whileyouresleeping @whileyoursleeping (eddie is a firefighter/buck is not/fluff)

coastlines | browney3dgirl6 (surfer-shopowner!eddie/firefighter buck/ agnsty) a lil self promo; i would list more but 99% of what i write is au's like this 😅 if you want me to make a separate post of all of them, just lmk 🫶🏻)

[blindfaithmate]

All the Drarry Fics I've read and loved - Part 2

Back with another list.

No one ever told me by Slight Weasel - It is a one-shot where Harry marries Draco to keep him out of Azkaban. Harry says a lot of 'er', and Draco is doing his best to not be a prick. Harry's POV shows a Draco who has changed and is doing his best in drastic circumstances. It is an MPreg fic, so please read the tags before you jump in. I like reading MPreg fics, so I loved it.

Slutty Butter by Drarryweather - The best three-shot smut fic I've ever read (After Hoko_onchi - honestly, I love them; have read almost everything by them and 10/10 recommend). The writing is fantastic, the ending is satisfying, and there is a kinky Draco who unlocked several kinks for me. Everybody wins.

We're Not Friends by Alexmeg - I read this and cried a lot. Deals with heavy stuff. It is a short fic. But I feel this deals with what happens with Draco after the war at Hogwarts realistically. People leave him alone. And he is not just alone; he is lonely. So when he asks to meet Harry one day, it is suspicious. Ends on a happy note (I don't read fics with sad endings, so trust me, read this). Good fic. (I have also read Tell me a secret by them - this is also good but the ending felt off. Also, took me a long time to get into this fic. It is inspired by Grounds for Divorce so I had high hopes tbh. But oh well)

Not Mine, Never Yours by CapricornBookworm - Oh dear lord, we love oblivious Harry and pining Draco, but at one point, I was screaming at Harry to just realise that he's in love with Draco. And the ending soothed my burnt Drarry soul. And we get Charlie Weasley. Honestly, the best and the hottest Weasley. Would also recommend other fics by them. I've read them all. If I like a fic, I read all the other fics by the author.

Get What You Knead by dodgerkedavra - Harry is a shopowner and, fortunately/unfortunately, ends up buying a shop opposite Draco. The way Harry gets re(?)-obsessed with Draco is hilarious. Love this one-shot. If you are a cat lover, you'd definitely love this one.

All In Due Time by gnarf - It is an MPreg, and honestly, it has cinnamon roll Scorpius and I loved him. My heart broke for Draco in this fic. It was like one after the other thing was going bad for him. And Harry could've stepped in earlier. But I guess that's why this fic works and is aptly titled. Because you finally see Draco happy with his kids and find love with Harry after he has somewhat healed. Love this journey for them.

A Shower, A Meal, A Nap, and A Shag by chickenlivesinpumpkin - This is an 8-parter fic. Read it only if you are of a strong heart and can take rough, and I mean rough af smut cuz even I had to skip certain parts. It has a fantastic possessive, jealous, and obsessive Harry but you know there's something wrong. In one of the parts, they kinda break up (not a spoiler), and again, if don't like such a vivid description of a break up then skip that part. The fic, otherwise, is a masterpiece. I have realised a masterpiece fic will often bring up issues for you, and you will want to add disclaimers. The author has also done so. So, read this fic, but only if you're in a strong mind space. Read the tags before you get into it.

we have heard on high by oflights - Oh, this is a lovely fic. A soulmate au, where Harry knows who his soulmate but Draco doesn't know it yet. There's a good backstory to it. It is a long one-shot. It is a good late-night light read. I have definitely read more fics by this author but can't recall any at the moment. So do check them out.

I hope you all like the recs. Let me know if you have read any of them or read them after my rec and liked it? I mean it's okay if you don't but I'd love it if you do, you know? Also, thanks for all the love on my last rec list.

I will definitely come back with another list. Till then, keep reading, writing, and loving Drarry 💚🩶 (always grateful to the authors who write fics and share their art with us)

PS. Some of these fics will require you to have an ao3 account.

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Game night/book club

putting on/going to see a show

stolen kisses

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Shopowner AU

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[nxmelessfighter]

what about... Idol AU Kara-chan? (also I'm curious to hear ur medieval AU thoughts too)

idol au is funny because in the one idol au fic i wrote a few years ago, he was the fan not the idol sdflgjdfsg;dfgj anyways idol!karachan huh

he has basically no social media presence. if he's forced to make an account by the company, occasionally he'll post a picture of his cat or food pics if he remembers to do so. that's it.

he's very straightforward about what he is willing and not willing to do. good thing his manager doesn't push him into anything (hana is the manager in this au now lol)

the only reason he even has this job is because he's insanely photogenic and has a godly singing voice. if he had been at a normal company his personality would have busted the deal but whoever he was scouted out by seemed to not care.

he doesn't have a persona for his fans. what you see is what you get. he's surprised people even like him with how expressionless he can be.

when he first became an idol he had to put in a lot of extra work since dance was something completely foreign to him and he didn't have the stamina for it.

medieval au... i used to think about this so much. time to update it because it's been a while

he's just some guy. trying to make sure his younger brother doesn't starve. he doesn't like having to resort to thievery but you gotta do what you gotta do.

he doesn't trust anyone and if anyone so much as approaches him he is immediately on the defensive.

the dragon on his arm just. appeared one day. he covers it up as he's not trying to draw any extra attention toward himself. the village doesn't take kindly to magic users. not that he's particularly liked considering the fact that he's stealing bread every day.

the only reason he doesn't have a normal job is because his mother had been from outside the village and the village doesn't take very kindly to outsiders either.

we're not going to talk about the entire thing i wrote where he gets saved from an angry shopowner by a noble who decides to take him in

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

I found an old document with fic ideas.

Frankie eating you out in the garden after you had a stressful day, making you hold a glass of wine while he’s down there

Reader hooks up with Marcus when he was still in a band. Moves away. Finds out she pregnant but can not find a way to find Marcus again. Fast forward 15 years and they run into each other at a museum or something 

Joel used you, mostly when he’s drunk and just need a release. You rarely cum when you’re with him. So once he’s passed out you touch yourself. But then one night he catches you and demands answers. And then more than makes up for his shit behaviour 

Pre outbreak Joel being hired to build a sundeck for reader which takes weirdly long to be build because reader keeps finding stuff she wants so change (shirtless Joel excuse) 

Modern Oberyn Martell AU in which he ends up falling in love with the shopowner of a weddings dress store after his daughters buy their wedding dresses at her store

I need someone to pay me to be a full time writer so I can write all these. And my WiPs. And the ideas that are still in my head. lol

[sardwrite]

So for my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Izuku and Ochako in an Aladdin AU please? I imagine Izuku as a street rat who ends up meeting Princess Ochako. What do you think?

this is so cute, I love this!

I really hope you like it!

Uraraka x Midoriya Aladdin AU

“Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

Princess Ochako Uraraka smiles down at the disheveled begger crouching in front of her as she finished counting her money and handing it to him. “It is no problem at all,” she said, waving them off and smiling brightly. “I only wish I could give you more.” Ochako then straightens her dress and turns to continue walking through one of many dank alleyways in Agrabah. She had been sneaking away to come here for awhile. Her family were the type to feel pity and sorrow for the poor of the city, but didn’t care enough to actually help these individuals. So, she had been taking matters into her own hands by taking walks through the most impoverished areas and giving donations to any locals she came across. She strove to make their lives just a bit better while also discouraging them from robbing local shops, which is always what they turned to as a last resort to acquiring food or money. Her heart cracked every time she walked through these areas, but the moment when she handed them her donation and saw their eyes turn from lifeless and empty to bright and hopeful was priceless. She was ripped from her thoughts when she collided with another person and had to take a few steps back to keep from falling.

“Ah, ma’am I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” a voice squeaked. As she regained her composure, her brown eyes met bright green ones. Before her stood a young man, likely the same age as her, with unkempt black hair that stuck out at all angles. His tattered clothes were stained, and he his flush face was rittled with freckles. She felt the cracks in her heart spread. Before she could acknowledge his apology, he began hurriedly picking up the food that he had dropped as a result of running into her. Ochako’s heart dropped as she put the pieces together: he had just robbed a store. “Oh, don’t worry about bumping into me,” she dismissed as she bent down to help him pick up the stolen goods, already calculating a plan to offer to trade him the food for some money, and then settle the rest with the shop owner. She grabbed a loaf of bread off of the ground, and her brow furrowed. The bread was stale. “Where did you steal this food from?” she asked. “I can’t believe they would sell stale bread.” The boy looked up at her from the ground, where he was gathering his food into an old bag, before looking away and clearing his thraot nervously. “Well, it actually isn’t stolen,” he mumbled. “No matter how hard things have gotten, I just could never bring myself to steal from someone else, so I’ve kept to just sorting through restaurant leftovers or stale bread thrown out of bakeries.” Ochako blinked a few times to register what he had said. This boy had lived in poverty for who knows how long and he would rather essentially eat someone else’s trash than steal from shopowners who likely would have been relatively unaffected by the loss. She began to feel a deep admiration for him. She couldn’t just give him money, she had to do more for him. “Let me buy you some food, some real food,” she stammered nervously, suddenly shy and less willing to meet his gaze. The boy refused several times, but eventually gave in after Ochako insisted.

The princess felt warmth in her chest as she watched the boy’s eyes light up as the restaurant owner handed him his fresh food. She had taken him to a local restaurant that she absolutely loved. She tried not to flinch at all of the staring and whispering at the sight of him and her. As they were eating, and as she was silently praying that the boy wouldn’t notice the attention they were getting, he spoke up. “Who are you?” Ochako almost choked on her food. “Well,” she stammered, staring down at her food. “My name…is Princess Ochako Uraraka.” With her revalation, the boy actually did choke on his food. Once his coughing fit had subsided after Ochako had hurriedly given him water to drink, he began gaping at her and attempting to speak. “You’re a princess?” he sputtered. “Why were you walking around in the slums? Why did you buy me food? You could be anywhere in the city eating any kind of fine cuisine, but you’re in a simple restaurant with a sewer rat, why?" His big green eyes were swimming with confusion and disbelief. She cleared her throat nervously before answering with a shrug: “My wealth is meaningless if not used at least in some part to help others.” The boy’s eyes shone with admiration for her. “You’re awesome, thank you so much miss!” Ochako smiled and waved off his gratitude. Before they parted ways, the boy hesitantly gave Ochako a hug, causing a hot blush to suddenly rise to both of their faces. “My name is Izuku,” he stuttered, smiling sheepishly. “I really hope I see you again soon.” She cheerily returned the smile, giving him a thumbs up and wishing him farewell. Turning away from the boy and walking back home, she couldn’t help the warm feeling seeping into her chest when thinking about Izuku and his bright green eyes.

[luckyfaeth]

chemily is the couple who goes to the farmers market every weekend

[techmomma]

Also yes, re:guns, some characters might have a knife, a handgun, and a longgun.

But guns are not cheap. Even so in the Old West, where most folks sort of hovered or flirted with the poverty line. The cheapest, shittiest rifle could still cost you over $400 in today’s money. A decent, average rifle could cost well over $1300 in today’s money. An above average, good rifle? $2700 minimum. Minus bullets and maintenance. Typically, unless you’re very wealthy with money to burn like three grumpy dragons, you’re gonna have to choose between a handgun and a longgun.

[tinyarmedtrex]

Can you do stanlon one shot i read all yours already🥺

I am always happy to write more Stanlon.

The bell over the door jangled, causing Mike to look up. He was knee deep in receipts and bills but since he was the only one here he needed to help the customer. 

“Hello Mike’s Fresh and Natural shop, how can I help you?” He called out as he came around the corner. As he saw the other man he paused, wondering if he was lost. He wasn’t like most of Mike’s customers, who he had to convince to wear shoes and deodorant. This guy was buttoned up, wearing a patterned green and blue shirt and work slacks. Even his curls were carefully placed, like he paid attention to where each one landed. He looked almost too put together but Mike had to admit that it worked. 

The man was frowning at Mike’s shop, looking at some of the more unusual items he carried, like aromatherapy and healing crystals. Mike didn’t believe in them but they sold well and he wasn’t in the position to turn down business. He swallowed that explanation as the customer scoured his shop, not wanting to look like he was making excuses. 

“I read online that you have organic bird seed?” The man asked, looking at Mike for the first time. Mike had to take a second after being caught in the man’s green eyes. 

“We do, if you’ll follow me?” Mike gestured down one of their aisles. 

“I’ve never noticed this place before.” The man commented, following him. “I work down the street but I’ve never noticed your shop.”

“We blend into the scenery.” Mike joked. His shop was a deep forest green among the sea of concrete. 

“You must work in the new office building?” He asked as he stopped, pointing to the bird seed. “Here’s everything we have. I can special order something too, if this isn’t what you need.”

The man wasn’t looking at the seed though, he was watching Mike from the corner of his eye with an intense gaze that made him blush. 

“Do you own this place?” He asked.

“I do, I’m Mike.” He held out a hand. 

“Stan.” The man’s hand was warm in his, soft. Their shake lingered long than it needed to and Mike smiled. “You seem young to own a business.” 

Mike got that a lot. “I opened it after college. My philosophy degree was useless but that business minor came in handy. This neighborhood needed pesticide free food.” 

“It is a wasteland.” Stan agreed. “The fanciest place is Panera.” His nose wrinkled in disgust and Mike thought about how cute it was. 

“Don’t knock their bread bowls.” 

Stan looked at him, cocking his head. “You don’t look like you eat many carbs.” 

“I eat a little bit of everything.” Mike said, giving Stan a half smile. The other man blushed furiously. Even though that wasn’t what Mike had meant he like how flustered Stan became. This was quickly becoming his favorite interaction of the week. 

But he didn’t want to make the man feel too awkward. Mike quickly changed the subject. “Let’s talk birdseed. What kind of birds are you hoping to attract?” 

Stan nodded gratefully, rattling off a long list of birds and his concerns about other types of seeds. Mike was impressed how much he knew, especially about local birds and what they needed. Stan seemed happy to share all of his knowledge with someone.  Eventually they started talking about things beyond birdseed, like how long they’d lived in the area and their favorite things to do. Mike was pleased to find out that they had a lot in common- and that Stan seemed to enjoy all of his nature related jokes. 

Eventually they swung back to the topic of birdseed. “Does this come in a bigger bag?” Stan asked, pointing to the brand he’d chosen. 

“I can special order it, it’ll take about a week. I’ll need your phone number though, so I can call you when it comes in?” Mike thought he was being smooth but Stan’s small smile said otherwise. 

“If you wanted my number you could have just asked.” 

Mike was about to say that he did, in fact, want it, when the door opened again. This time a woman came in, wearing a bright sun dress. “Stan! I was starting to wonder where you were. This place is so cute!” Her eyes scanned the store, landing on the candy. She delicately picked up a candy bar and put it by the register. 

“Sorry Patty I got distracted.” Stan said, nodding for Mike to add it to his order. 

Mike’s mood immediately fell as he watched how she curled next to him, smiling and chatting. He couldn’t believe how badly he’d misread the situation. He couldn’t even be upset, the two were utterly adorable together. 

“It’ll be 26.04.” He said, trying to keep a fake smile plastered on. 

Stan offered his card, talking to Patty about some work event they had coming up. Then they were on their way and Mike was left with his receipts. 

When Stan’s order came in Mike had his associate call. He didn’t want to risk the phone call. If he could have he could have been in the back room when Stan collected his order. The less he saw the man the better. 

Of course luck wasn’t on his side. Mike was alone, working the register when Stan came in. 

“Hey Mike.” He said, closing his umbrella and shaking it a little. It was raining hard outside, hard enough that Mike was surprised the Stan came in that day. 

“Hey. You’re lucky you didn’t need a canoe to get here.”

“I nearly did. I’m pretty sure my shoes are ruined.” Both of their eyes travelled down and Mike saw that Stan’s expensive looking shoes were soaked. He sucked in a breath as they squelched on his floor. 

“You can dry them. I have a big fan set up in the back for my stuff.” Mike didn’t know why he offered, keeping Stan here wasn’t a good idea.

Stan wrinkled his nose. “You’re okay with me being barefoot in your store?”

He shrugged. “It happens more than you think.”

Stan shifted his weight, thinking about Mike’s offer then he nodded. “If you’re sure.”

“I am.” Because he was a big hearted idiot who couldn’t refuse someone in need. 

They moved to the back of the store and Stan shed his coat, shoes and socks. He looked completely uncomfortable so Mike grabbed him a pair of bamboo socks with grips on the bottom. “Sorta like shoes.” He said with a shrug. 

“I’ll pay for them.” Stan said, slipping the socks on. Seeing Stan in only his socks was oddly intimate and Mike looked away, trying not to let his mind stray to the thought of late Sunday mornings and making pancakes with the man. 

He realized that Stan was staring at him and Mike coughed, turning away. “You’re welcome to stay back here until the storm dies down.” He took a step back towards the front, towards safety. Until Stan spoke again. 

“Can you stay with me?” 

He swallowed a groan. This was exactly what he’d been trying to avoid. He turned back, seeing that Stan looked hopeful. Then he glanced at the rest of his store, knowing that no one else was going to come in until the storm died down.

“Sure.” 

They both sat around the table that Mike had in his break room. It was small and the two of them kept hitting the other’s foot on accident. 

“You didn’t call me.” Stan said after a minute of silence. Mike was surprised how hurt he sounded.

“I-” He wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t think that Stan would care. “My associate called you.” 

“Not about the birdseed.” Stan flushed, looking annoyed and embarrassed that he had to explain.

Now Mike understood, though he was still confused why Stan cared. “I didn’t think Patty would appreciate it.” 

Stan’s brows furrowed. “Patty? Why would she care?” 

“Because she’s your girlfriend?” 

Stan shook his head. “She’s not.”

“Shes-not?”

Now Stan was smiling, still shaking his head. “No, we’re just close friends. I’m not interested in her like that.”

“Oh.” Mike was smiling too. Both had leaned in slightly, their hands nearly touching. “Is there someone that you are interested in?”

Stan nodded. “There’s this oblivious health store owner that I sorta like.” 

“He sounds cute.” 

They had leaned in far enough that they were nearly nose to nose, the small table their only barrier. 

“He is. I was hoping he would ask me out on a date. I gave him my number and everything.”

“Like you said, oblivious.”

“I’ll be more obvious this time then.” Stan looked into his eyes. “I’m about to ask you out on a date Mike. A romantic one. I’m really hoping you say yes.”

“Only one way to find out.”

“Mike, can I take you out to dinner?” 

“On a date?” Stan reached over, swatting his shoulder and Mike laughed. “I’m kidding! Yes, I’d love that.”

Stan shook his head, smiling at him. “Right answer.” They both smiled at each other for a minute before pulling back. Stan glanced outside. “I think the rain is letting up. I should probably go while I can.” He stood. “I’ll text you with date details.”

Mike stood stood, grabbing Stan’s birdseed. “Can’t wait.”

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Rivaling Shops Masterlist

Links Last Checked: February 8th, 2022

A Bouquet of Love (ao3) - LiquidLies

Summary: Phil is a florist sick of his usual schedule. When a new bakery opens across the street, the new baker brings everything he’s ever wanted and more to his life.

Don't Trust A Song That's Flawless (ao3) - The_Blonde

Summary: "Dan surveys their menu. It’s in Comic Sans and all lower case. Only one drink has a description because (1) he got bored halfway through and (2) left the menus until last so they got rushed out opening day. The description is “coffee and foam?” with a question mark that he forgot to take out but now maybe creates some mystery. Add “update menus” to the to-do list. Phil’s drinks all have descriptions, detailed ones. The descriptions also have cat puns."

Or: Awkwardness Squared - A Love Story.

I Really Lilac You (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: florist/tattoo au where phils the shy/flustered tattoo artist that tries so hard to romance the hot pastel florist across the street.

Just the Beat of My Own Heart - howellhaze

Summary: Dan and Phil are rivals in every sense of the word. The problem is that they’re already madly in love. Or, where Dan and Phil fall in love on tumblr, unaware that the person they’re talking to online is the person they hate in real life. A “You’ve Got Mail” AU.

Lester’s Reading Dandelion - wanabewriter

Summary: In the heart on London, there lies a bookshop owned by Phil Lester. Lester’s Books & Bagels is a thriving little place until another bookshop opens up across the street.

Painting Flowers (ao3) - starrywrite

Summary: AU! Stereotypes insist that tattoo artists are usually terrifyingly intimidating with big muscles and thick accents. And then there’s Phil Lester: lanky, awkward, and ironically afraid of needles, yet arguably London’s finest tattoo artist and manager of the infamous Ink Poisoning. Despite the fact that Phil’s life is considered, by some, to be a bit unorthodox, there’s nothing in the world he’d change about it… except maybe he’d like someone to come home to other than his hairless cat, Dobby. But it goes without saying that after the catastrophe that was his last relationship, Phil can’t help but to cling to the safety net that is remaining single.

And then he meets Dan Howell, the budding florist who takes over the flower shop across the street and soon after becomes “the pastel flower prince of his heart” (as dubbed by Phil’s best mate Katie). Despite insisting that he feels no romantic attraction to the florist, Phil can’t deny that that needles aren’t the only thing that makes his heart race anymore.

Pastries and Paperback Novels (ao3) - blushing_phan

Summary: Sweetie Pie’s bakery is located on a beautiful street corner in central London. Business is booming and, with Christmas right around the corner, Phil Lester could not be more pleased with how his life is going. Directly next door, to the right and only a hop and a skip away is The Hobbit Hole, a used bookshop owned by an intriguing, shy young man named Dan. With the indisputable likelihood of a lonely Christmas looming above him, Phil decides to befriend timid little Dan in the hopes of finally finding something he’s always wanted: A best friend.

Perfect - phillestatos

Summary: Dan’s family owns one of the most succesful video game stores in London. The problem is, Phil’s family is also one of the most succesful stores, leading them to have a rivalry going on. The thing is, Dan and Phil have problems keeping up their “rivalry.” They’re supposed to hate each other, but they don’t.

Spiagga e Gelato - daniactuallysnuffledthatpopcorn

Summary: Two rivalling ice cream vendors on an Italian beach sneak off together on their lunch break every day.

Tattoos And Flowers (wattpad) - Nate_Crossing

Summary: Dan and Phil are respectively owning a tattoo and flower shop.

Thyme after Thyme (ao3) - chisomo

Summary: Dan Howell runs an apothecary shop in the heart of London, a city wrought with rising tensions between witches and normal humans. Dan tries to ignore the daily instances of prejudice towards his kind and keep his magical abilities a secret, but his life is irrevocably changed when a garden shop is opened next door by a certain sky-eyed young human.

[ladyseidenlocke]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Muggle, Alternate Universe - Music Store, Harry Potter Guitar Player Summary:

Once upon a time, there was a music store. A music store and a man. A music store and a man and an opportunity. A music store, a man, an opportunity, and a small but problematic crush that no one is good at navigating.

Gosh thats everything i ever wanted !!!

[au--prompts]

Shop owner AU

Maybe Person A and Person B own a shop together or Person A owns a shop and Person B is a regular customer.

[wolken-himmel]

This reminds me of nrc petshop au honestly

Lol that's Shopowner Crowley trolling all of the animals with (Y/n) having to stand next to him awkwardly

[araccoonthatlikesmurder]

Accidentally had a thought that turned my Freezetale au into a too-avant-garde-to-be-called-an-Undertale-au and a too-closely-resembling-Undertale-to-not-be-an-au

Anyways you ever thought of Shopowner Toriel, Gay Asgore, Mechanic Papyrus, Gang Undyne, and Utopian Hotlands? Well now you have and it’s in my head too

[ayatakami]

Lover Is A Day P4

»»————--—————-Ch4 Wilt——--————————-««

⇒ Series: Intro, 1, 2, 3, 4 ⇒ My Hero Academia ⇒ Dabi x Reader, Toya Todoroki x Reader ⇒ AU where Toya yoinked Shoto and they ran away from Endeavor’s abuse. The story is under cut! (Toya is 17, Shoto is 7) ⇒ 1k words ⇒Btw I have a playlist for each chapter if anyone's curious! Each chapter is based on a song I listen to while writing it. (Though it's rock)

The answer was right in front of him. To getting by with scraps, getting money, and getting Sho back. Though if you knew, you would protest greatly. Telling him those actions are those of a villain's. To be frank, he didn’t care anymore. If he was a bad guy in your eyes, in Shoto’s eyes. He just wanted to feel something. Something to get rid of the guilt that was suffocating him.

He approached the shopkeeper, an older man whose nose was delved inside a weekly newspaper. “Hey, old man.” With his right hand, Toya ignited the blue flames from his fingertips. The shopkeeper looked at him in horror, a sight Toya will never forget or get enough of. ‘So this is what sick kicks the old man gets.’ “Give me all your cash, I’m sure you don’t want your establishment to be incinerated.” The old man opened the register with shaky hands, tossing the cash in Toya’s direction. “P-Please don’t hurt me.”

Toya’s eyes glowed as bright as the flames. “We’ll see about that.” Taking a quick glance behind him, to make sure no heroes were nearby patrolling, he grabbed the old man’s arm. “Why don’t you throw in some free food too?” Toya’s arm tightened around the shopkeeper’s arm, adding heat to cause his skin to burn but not too severely. “O-Of course!” He handed Toya a disposable plastic bag with a smile on it. He let go of the old man to walk down the aisle and shove a ton of food into the bag. Bottles of water, some meds, and ready-to-eat food.

“W-Who are you?” The old man stayed shaking in the corner from behind the counter. Toya sent him a skin-crawling smile. “Dabi.”

Your phone rang off the hook, alerting you that a crime has happened. You immediately shot up and unlocked the cell phone, praying that you wouldn’t hear any news about Toya’s death or a fight he got caught up in. Instead, you were shocked to find out a nearby convenience store was burned to ashes, and the old man who attended it was hospitalized with severe burns. Something inside you tense up and made you feel like throwing up. ‘It can’t be Toya…’ You throw on your hero costume and jogged down to the crime scene.

Smoke and soot flew around like black snow, a sight that made fear rise inside of you. There was nothing left of the building, save for it’s metal structure. The air stung your lungs, but you kept moving until you saw police officers and other heroes. “Hey kid, you shouldn’t be here.” An older Pro-Hero patted your back. Their eyes were downcasted and set with frustration at the scene in front of you.

“I’m just here to learn about what happened. I live nearby.” The group raised an eyebrow at you, but nonetheless, they told you what happened. “According to bystanders, a man went inside and threatened the shopowner. Some sick robbery. No apparent motive besides money and food.” You nodded, jotting down the information on your phone. “Did anyone see what he looked like?” They all shook their heads. “Nothing, except the fact that he had some sort of fire quirk to burn this place down.”

After the discussion, you returned back home going over the information you had received. The signs could possibly point at Toya, but you refused to believe it. Not until you saw him with your own eyes. ‘Besides, they didn’t say anything about blue fire.’ You hoped with all your heart that it was just a coincidence.

Several more pyro-related incidents came up and they dubbed the villain the name ‘Dabi’, from what they had heard. You kept notes about every specific event. Armed robbery, breaking and entering, even murder. You had heard some information regarding Dabi’s appearance. Which you had jotted down with your board of the events. ‘Black hair, burnt skin, raggedy/torn clothing. Facial piercings.’ It didn’t sound anything like Toya which you thanked whatever forces there was.

But that didn’t stop your search for Toya either. You were just one more semester from graduation so you could spend way more time in the two investigations as an independent hero. Although you didn’t like the fact that Toya’s been gone for a few weeks, what could you do besides what you were already doing?

You tossed yourself onto the couch, sighing out loudly. Nowadays you barely got any sleep. Instead, you paid close attention to the news and alerts. Updating your investigations surrounding the pyro villain Dabi, and your missing friend Toya.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of the flowers wilting away in the glass vase. They were white roses that Toya had gotten for you before your ‘fight’ happened and he left. With a gentle hand, you grabbed one of the roses which their petals crunched between your fingers. You let them fall freely onto the carpet, as well as a few tears.

Your breakdown session was cut short as an incoming call lit up your phone. An unknown number. You picked up, wondering who it could be. “Y/N? This is Endeavor.” Your heart stopped in your chest hearing the too familiar voice. “E-Endeav-” “I want to speak with Toya. It is urgent.”

“How did you get my number?” The #2 Pro-Hero sighed before repeating himself. “I want to speak with Toya. Put him on.” “He’s not here.” “Then where is he?” “I don’t know!” You ended the call tossing your phone.

The cell phone shattered against the wall, causing a dent to form. Instantly, you smacked yourself for acting on impulse. The screen lit up, an alert coming through. You stood up, already being in your hero costume, and put on your mask. Grabbing your phone, you decided you could get it fixed on the way phone since it was only the screen that was mainly broken. Making the contents of the alert unintelligible.

Still, your mind went back to the phone call. How did Endeavor find your number? And if he found that, could he also find where you were? There was no doubt about it, knowing him. You wouldn’t be surprised if you got a visit from the big man himself. Especially since you just told him you didn’t know where his son is. ‘It’s your fault we’re in this mess.’ You clutched the phone in your hand, as your jaw tightened.

This was no time to point the blame, however. You had to get Toya back and make things alright. Then the two of you could go and get Shoto after your graduation, as you have been saving up money for that day. ‘I’ll find you, I promise Toya. I’ll make things better.’