#technically coffee shop au

[hypnogogyc]

Coffee shop/Florist au

[football-in-tuxedos]

This one is just for me.

[kay9leo]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

@myokk tagged me and seeing how I needed something to get me back into the writing world again after a hiatus, this seems like a good way to get back in 🤗

So while not a "true" WIP, it's an idea stuck in my head since in my original WIP (written and hidden in my computer files) of where Iñaki Martinez Cariaga (or MC) is used, I have Hogwarts Legacy take place in the late 2000s...but what if Iñaki's Ancient magic takes her back in time...to the year 1890? As a play on the name of a title of a famous Mark Twain book, I present a small snidget of an idea that's been flying circles in my head:

A New York Yankee in Hogwarts' Courtyard, 1890

Iñaki walked around Hogsmeade, trying to reconcile the past with the future wizarding village that she remembered before she was sent back in time over more than a hundred years ago.

Hogsmeade was still Hogsmeade with its quint shops, townhouses and stone ruins nearby its town entrance, but it was also different from how she remembered back in 2008.

For one, the MCC or the Muggleborn Cultural Center hasn't been made yet, a place where all muggleborns would go to get a taste of home away from home (even though it wasn't truly a taste of home for her, with her home being an ocean away in New York). Two, the Shrieking Shack building didn't exist yet and three, there was no Tim Howards Coffee Shops yet - the only American magical coffee shop chain that somehow made it across the pond.

If you think about it, I might be able to run into Tim Howards when he's still a baby in this time period. He doesn't become a famous Quidditch player until the 1920s. Iñaki frowned at that thought.

"So, what do you think? Is Hogsmeade up to your standing Yank?"

Iñaki blinked out of her thoughts and looked over to her right to see a brown haired boy, Sebastian Sallow giving her a confident smile despite the nervous look in his eyes. He was currently giving her the grand tour of the place. To her surprise, Sebastian wasn't the cocky boy he made himself out to be before the duel that he lost in DADA class. The entire walk, Sebastian was friendly, jolly and curious about her homelife back in America, never once meeting a Yankee. Soon that became her nickname when he saw how it made her smile as he asked questions to get to know about her a bit more.

It was hard to be tight lipped about her homeland. Especially as far as he and everyone but Professor Fig knew, she was just another girl from their era and out of her element because she was the new kid in a new country and NOT being stuck in the wrong time period. She had to be careful about what she said, to reveal little about the future as possible like Professor Fig and all those time traveling books and movies taught her before.

While she ran into some more recognizable names - Weasleys were a dime a dozens, Prewett was an extinct family name in her time period with their remaining line married into one of the Weasleys' family branches and Gaunt was the original family name of the founder of Ilvermorny- there were a few she didn't recognized.

Onai was one. So was Sweeting. And then there was Sallow.

Sebastian Sallow was a name that rang a small bell in her head, but she couldn't remember for what reason it was for as she smiled at its owner with a light smile as she pulled up a half lie.

"I think it's cute, like it's from a storybook. It reminds me of another wizarding village I visited in the past at home..." Or was it future? It didn't matter, it's in my past now... Iñaki thought with a small painful smile as she looked over the smaller village in this era.

"You really miss home, don't you Iñaki?" Sebastian said as he placed his hand on her shoulder. Iñaki looked up to him with a tight smile, fighting back tears that suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"Who me?" Iñaki chuckled, waving her hand off playfully as if she could physically fight off the emotional pains that came every time she thought about the new country she found herself in due to her dad's new job, the time period that she didn't belong to or the possible reality she might be stuck here for good and might never see her parents, family, friends or even her neighbor's pet dog ever again.

Heck, she might be in the history books of another country and her loved ones would never know what happened to her.

And if she let one tear escape, the whole dam would break and she wasn't certain if she would survive the floods of her emotional pain since she woke up in 1890 after accidentally tampering with a magical place she thought nothing of. It wasn't like it was a time turner. Just a bunch of standing stones that reminded her of Stonehenge that stood in up in a forest nearby Feldcroft that called to her for some reason when she was flying around, trying to free up her mind from the thoughts of being homesick.

She was really far from home this time around.

"Yes you. You seem to keep your distance from everyone you know? We don't bite." Sebastian smiled at her. "Take it from someone that had to move before, you'll find yourself fitting in sooner than later. Natty practically befriend you -"

True...Iñaki thought.

" -Ominis seems relaxed and happy to be around you since you met him your first night-"

It probably helps that my first thought of his surname that I told him was that one of his ancestors rejected her family's prejudicial pureblood beliefs and founded Ilvermorny and not of his infamous descendent that is Tim Riddler...or what ever his name was.

" -in the Slytherin Common Room-"

I was a Gryffindor in my time period.

"-and I do need a dueling partner in Crossed Wands." Sebastian winked at her. "Yeah." Her voice croaked. That's what it seemed it was good at doing since she moved to London for her Dad's work. "I-" She cleared her throat with a smile. "-I DO like dueling."

Dueling made it easy to forget, to not remember that she was no longer home. That there was no DeLorean or ruby heels she can tap together three times to bring her back to her time period, to her world.

It wasn't until the Troll fight she had with Sebastian that she thought, maybe she didn't need a time traveling car or magical red heels to go home. Not when she felt that same magical force that brought her to this time period flow out of her when she defeated -no vanquished- the troll.

If Ancient Magic brought me back to the past, I'm going to find a way to use it to get back to my own time with no problem. Iñaki thought with a smug smile as she helped repair the town back, unaware of the only flaw in her plan as Sebastian Sallow gathered her for a quick drink at the Three Broomsticks on him.

And never once did she notice the awe in his eyes as he looked at her or the growing heart he wore on his sleeve for her the longer she remained stuck in the past. She would have noticed it if she looked back, but the only flaw in that was this:

Iñaki was too busy looking forward to finally go back home, back to the future where she belonged.

No Pressure Tags: @theladyofshalott1989 @ps-cactus and whoever sees this and is interested in writing as well/needs a small push to return to the writing world 😁

Thank you @myokk for tagging me and helping me to slowly return to the writing world for a bit after the hiatus I took💖🥰💖

[hashileio]

the council will decide your fate, lil Beamer

(possibly might have to click gif for crisper quality)

[poppy5991]

Art student, Toga, has been struggling immensely with the concept for her final project. Until she meets her muse. Now, she just has to figure out how not to make it weird that she’s painting an entire series based on the cute, local barista.

Especially since they keep running into each other. How many jobs does Ochako have anyway?

———

*Emerges from the void to hand you a Togachako fic*

[mumblesplash]

absolutely baffled by the existence of trigun college/coffee shop/flower shop type aus. like ok those aren’t my cup of tea in general but with trigun specifically i cannot fathom what could draw someone to the story enough to write fanfiction for it which would not be completely lost by changing the setting to present-day earth, removing all the violence, and making all the characters normal humans with retail jobs like how does that even work

[asterssunzephyr]

Also, how does Jimmy rizz works?

What's the story with each love interest?

HE AND TANGO ARENT DATING WHICH IS WHAT MAKES IT HILARIOUS. They two of them are best friends sure, but dating? No way😭

Its honestly just Scott misinterpreting their relationship as romantic when, even if they act like it, its not. Scott is just too scared to mess his friendship with Jimmy up to ask whats his relationship with Tango.

Lizzie is the one to tell him theyre not dating, and it opens so much for Scott. Poor boy has been pining for months bc he was SCARED and was unaware Jimmy was ranting to Tango, Liz & Joel abt how stupid(/aff) he was!

[phosphorus-noodles]

holding olis literal-bastard brother in. my hands. if treebark are his parents then this is the renfalse love child... or the solidwood love child... many such possibilities

YOU MAKE GOOD POINTS

[rotisseries]

the amount of people on that post who straight up don't fucking get what I mean when I say "conflict free fluff" is an actual nightmare

[jonnothyvase]

Javid x Reader. The poll was a tie, but I digress. I’ll get to Drew eventually

summary: Reader is a barista who gets a series of visits from Javid, or something. read it

[shesgonnachangetheworld]

the difference between a well written death in serialized fiction and a badly written one is almost 90% in the aftermath, which is why so many main/side character deaths are unpopular tbh

and like, it's possible that it's my own grief weighing on me talking, but people really do notice when a character is treated as disposable in the narrative versus when a character's death is given emotional weight. the death of people you love, hell, even the death of people you just kinda like but see regularly, leaves a hole that's really difficult to navigate around (especially when you're expected to just keep on with your scheduled life unchanged). and if you can't convey that when you kill off a regular character, people are going to respond to that negatively, because it rings emotionally false

[flygonaltaria]

I said I’d post drafts and half finished stuff here but never did, so have this little chunk of a modern day fic I started forever ago. (I’m about to be unemployed for a bit so maybe I’ll actually finish it. Hoping that someone showing interest will get me motivated tbh)

“Sure, what would you like?” The man asked in an english accent.

Curt took a seat at one of the stools at the counter and took a look at the chalkboards on the wall. It was hard to see in the dim light, and the boards looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in ages, simply whipped with a cloth before writing more on top until the boards themselves were nearly as white as the letters. Curt didn’t bother to try and read them. “Something with caffein please, I’m trying to fix my sleep schedule.”

The man laughed and started preparing something. “Yeah you look exhausted. What happened? If you don’t mind me asking,” he added.

Curt sighed dramatically. “I had business in Europe for a few weeks, flew home two days ago, then flew here and landed at like 9 at night, then stayed up all night.”

“Impressive,” the man replied and gave him his drink in a plain white mug. Curt took a sip. “What were you doing in Europe?”

Curt knew he couldn’t tell this man the truth, but his questioning had him suddenly remembering that he was a spy. He asked, “Hey, have you heard of the Deadliest Man Alive?”

The man frowned and leaned against the counter, pushing his newspaper crossword aside. “”That’s quite the tonal shift. Why?”

Curt shrugged. “Just curious. Heard a bit about him last night.”

The man seemed to hesitate, and Curt was suddenly very interested in this seemingly normal man. He definitely knew something. “Listen, um…?”

“Curt,” he introduced.

“Owen,” the man replied as he shook Curt’s outstretched hand. “Listen, don’t go asking around about the DMA, okay? People might start thinking you’re a detective or a spy or something.”

“Is that so bad?” Curt asked as he took another sip.

Owen sighed, as though he was dealing with a petulant child. “If word gets around that you’re looking for him, he’ll find you first. And trust me, he lives up to his name.”

[ineffablefool]

Successfully test-printed a couple of imposed signatures tonight... tomorrow I break out the short-grain paper :D

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

therapy au jeanii(i)

...and a puppet!tsu, if you want?

let's do a trade. ill write a snippet for a drawing /j

Oh absolutely >:D

The jeaniii! Or maybe jean!iii when standing in this order /lh

Puppet!tsu is from Silver’s Tragedy Fic please go check it out it’s worth all the kudos.

And if you haven’t read our interdimensional therapy au fic yet, here’s the latest part! (I swear I’ll post the next part soon, I keep forgetting lol)

[redjacketficrecs]

Pond Ice and the In Between

luxover

Summary: “I thought your name was Zhenya,” Sid says, which—right, they didn’t talk about that, he just read it on the name tag and also probably butchered the pronunciation beyond repair. He thinks, maybe, that he should have only two states in life: on the ice, and in the office, and there should never exist any in between for him. He feels his face flush as he sort of tries to fix the situation, gesturing to his own chest, to where his nametag would be if he wore one, and says, “Your, uh. Your nametag yesterday said Zhenya? So I thought… I don’t know.”

Or: The coffee shop AU that is still somehow all about hockey.

Recommendation: I took the summary from the first fic but this is actually a series of three. In this universe, hockey isn’t played professionally because it’s too violent and all our beloved boys play very competitive ice hockey. First fic focussing on Sid, who is a lawyer and both obsessive about his job and his amateur hockey league and Geno, who owns a coffee shop Sid stumbles into after pulling an all night. Second one is Danny Biere and his live in nanny Claude Giroux. Third is the not-Leafs all-rookie era crew as disaster college students, and Mitch’s side business where he’ll break up with people for $$$. Auston/Mitch pairing in the third. I can’t overemphasize what absolutely endearing disasters they all are as non-hockey players, particularly Sid and the Leafs crew for me.

[unattainablesillygoose]

Could have sworn I already reblogged this, but OMG- I check back, like, weekly to see if there's a part 3 🤭

On The House

summary: The Pevensies have decided to run a cafe together, a cafe that the reader has come to frequent every Saturday like clockwork. As time goes on, it becomes evident that a certain blond has started to catch feelings for the reader.

requested by @theonottsbxtch

part 2

The family had opened the cafe two years ago. It had started as a funny what-if. A suggestion that the youngest sibling had stated aloud one day in the way we all share our unfiltered thoughts and ideas with those closest to us. The cafe was brought up again the next week by the eldest daughter after the cafe she frequented ran out of vanilla syrup for her latte. “This wouldn’t happen if we did own our own cafe,” she had said once she got home with her bitter coffee. 

The next time it was brought up was by the youngest son who saw an empty building for sale. It was on the corner of one of the busiest streets in London. “That would be the best place for our cafe,” he said to his siblings as they walked by on their way home from a day out in the city. “Lots of foot traffic and far enough from other cafes that we wouldn’t have much competition.” The others nodded along in agreement as they walked by, all of their eyes lingering on the lot for a bit longer before turning their heads back to watch where they were walking.

“I bought the building,” the eldest said a week after his brother had pointed it out. “The money from my part of the inheritance was enough to cover the down payment. And if the business becomes successful, we’ll be able to cover the monthly payments.” The others nodded, as if this was to be expected. Even the eldest daughter nodded along instead of berating her brother for doing something so impulsive. Because it wasn’t impulsive. It was something that had grown on them during the past few months.

The girl had started to visit the family’s cafe a few months ago. She was new to the city and felt the need to find a cozy cafe to spend her afternoons reading in the corner with a nice cup of tea. It had been a complete accident finding the cafe. She was following her google maps in an attempt to find another cafe, one that had been established for decades and had tons of five star reviews. But her horrible sense of direction led her straight to the door of the family’s cafe, entitled The Lamppost Cafe by the youngest of them. 

She knew this wasn’t the right cafe but she was getting tired and the sun was starting to burn her skin so she walked in, glad to feel the rush of AC. The cafe was decently populated, a good sign the girl told herself. “How can I help you?” the girl at the register had asked. Her hair was tied back and the name tag pinned to her shirt read ‘Susan’. The girl quickly scanned the menu, realizing she should have waited a bit longer before approaching the counter. She finally decided on a lavender scone and a cup of earl grey with a splash of honey. Satisfied with her choice, she scanned the room for a seat and decided on the table near the window. She sat down and grabbed her book from her bag, beginning to read when she heard someone approach.

“Lavendar scone and earl grey?” She looked up to see a guy holding her order in his hands. The one thought that went through her mind was how blue his eyes were. She wondered if that color blue could be natural. She nodded in response to his answer, smiling as he placed the food onto her table. 

“Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he replied. The girl couldn’t help but quietly giggle at his response, thinking it to be a bit more formal than expected. The boy turned around to hide his blush as he walked back to the counter, his sister looking like she was prepared to say something smart. He gave her a warning look before walking to the back, away from everyone.

The girl found herself falling into a pattern of visiting The Lamppost Cafe every Saturday at exactly one in the afternoon. It wasn’t like she planned it, it just was the way things worked out. The fact that she got to see the cute guy every time might have contributed a bit to her constant returns though she never would admit it. The first few times she went, the same girl, Susan, took her order. But within a month of her visiting the cafe, the guy with the unnatural blue eyes stood at the register, always finding an excuse to work the register as soon as the clock neared one o’clock on Saturdays. The first time he did it, his sister gave him a look. The kind of look that let him know that she knew what was going on in his mind and was prepared to tease him about it later that day. It wasn’t hard for Susan to put it together between him constantly checking the girl’s usual seat and him taking longer than usual when delivering the food to the girl.

“Peter’s in love,” Susan declared to her siblings when they got home after the first tine Peter took over the register for the mystery girl.

“No I’m not,” he argued, always one to avoid his emotions.

“So who’s the unlucky girl?” their brother asked.

“Wish I could say but we don’t even know her name,” Susan replied for Peter.

“How can you love someone if you don’t even know their name?” their sister asked.

“I’m not in love with her!” Peter exclaimed.

“Sure, instead you just oggle at her the entire time she comes into the cafe. He even took my job at the register today!”

“I want to see her!” their sister exclaimed, excited to hear of a girl having such an effect on her oldest brother.

“Come in on Saturday and you can,” Susan replied, a smile growing on her face as horror grew on her brother’s.

“Suddenly all of my plans for Saturday have fallen through. I’ll be there as well.”

“That’s not necessary at all, Ed,” Peter said, feeling his face already starting to warm.

“Oh but it definitely is,” he replied, a smirk forming on his face.