Hey guys! So if you follow me on tumblr (Fictional-affliction) then you may have seen a couple of AU prompts that I have done. Also if you follow me on tumblr than you have seen my rant about how I've been struggling to finish up Full Circle. I'm working on it and its coming along it's just taking longer than I wish it would. So in the meantime here are some one shots that were fun to write. This one was based on this prompt:

I'm a barista and you're the obnoxious customer who comes through and orders a venti macchiato while talking on the phone the whole time so I misspell your name in increasingly creative ways every day AU

and this one

I'm a busy businessperson and my barista keeps misspelling my name in increasingly disrespectful ways, honestly, who does this person think they are AU

The first time she noticed, her name was spelled 'Kourtney'. She wrinkled up her nose when she saw the boyish handwriting. Did she look like she was a Kardashian or something, because who else actually spelt it that way? She had ignored it in the end because she had way important deadlines to worry about.

The next time she saw it was when she was sipping her drink back at the firm and a coworker started giggling beside her.

"What?" She asked truly confused.

Her coworker just pointed to the inscription on her cup.'Cortknee.' Her brows stitched together. Did this idiot really not know how to spell her name or was he just being an asshole?

The next day when she journeyed for her usual caffeine fix she made sure to read the writing on the coffee cup before leaving.'Princess pole up her ass' Her brown eyes widened in shock. That wasn't even remotely close to her name, it was a flat out insult. That was the last straw. She stalked back up to counter, pissed as ever that she had to put up with such childish antics.

"Excuse me!" She announced to the barista with the green hair and piercings that always took her order. He sauntered over slowly, causing Courtney to tap her foot impatiently.

"May I help you?" He answered smugly.

"I don't know? Can you? Because you seem to not be capable of accomplishing the simple task of spelling my name correctly. And this," She said pointing to the cup. "is just plain rude. Didn't anyone ever teach you manners?" The man before her appeared to be throughly amused with her outburst. He looked ready to burst with laughter which made Courtney even more infuriated.

"Are you going to answer me or are you just going to stand there?"

"All right lets get one thing straight. You come in here everyday, yapping on your phone, without even a 'thank you' and you have the nerve to call me rude?" Courtney paused for a moment. Had she really been that self-absorbed that she had forgotten how to be polite?

"Oh."

"Don't have much to say now, do you Princess?" She had felt bad up until he called her Princess again. Now she could feel the cardboard cup getting crushed beneath her hand.

"Calm down Courtney, I'll fix it." He reached out for the dented disposable container and Courtney thrust it into his hand.

"So you do know my name?" She demanded through gritted teeth.

"Like I'd really not remember the name that matches that face." Courtney was at a loss for words. Was he hitting on her now? She took the cup back from the barista with some skepticism. She was about to mutter a thank you, but then saw the new inscription underneath the old one. Her mouth immediate dropped open. In fresh black marker was the name 'Duncan' with a slew of numbers next to it that were no doubt his phone number. Her brown eyes took in the waggle of his eyebrow and she scoffed loudly before storming out and making sure he saw her throw the offending cup in the trash.