Fluff, smut, or angst: Fluff
With love,
Korrupted.
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iamfromfunnyjunk asked:
Um, if the fic requests are still open, could i request a Freezerburn Coffee Shop Au? Thank you!
Yang sighed as Blake dutifully cleaned the counter, waiting for the store to open and release the floodgates of caffeine deprived zombie-people on the other side. While the job was obnoxious at best, she was still glad that the both of them were often put mornings together; probably after she and Nora had that whipped cream battle royale after closing together and the manager caught them. Blake could help keep her in line, but Yang knew that she was slowly corrupting the stoic Faunus into mischief.
Blake looked up as Ren unlocked the door, nudging Yang with her shoe to have her standing straighter as the customers started filing in. One by one, they approached the counter, Blake greeting them with a careful smile, taking the orders with the ease of practice, Yang, Penny, and Ren working on the drinks at lightning speed.
"I need two venti mochas with extra whip."
"Grande java chip, extra sauce, hold the whip."
Yang glanced at the cup in her hand to decipher the drink, smirking at the name Blake had written.
'Totally Not Batman'.
"Hadn't he been called Bruce? Ohhh... Clever." Yang muttered softly, adding salt to the salted caramel apple cider.
The morning shift slogged on, the endless orders slowing to a slight trickle as the work day drew on. Finally, Yang and Blake kicked up their feet in the break room, the Faunus taking off her hat to fix her ponytail, her ears visible to her best friend. "Why don't you poke holes in the hat for your ears? They must hurt being hidden up there." Yang inquired.
Blake glanced at her with her hat in her mouth, only speaking when it was replaced. "Yeah, like I want creeps hitting on me with shit cat puns, or some crazy bastards trying to threaten me."
Yang grimaced. "Why do some folks need to be so weird about it? I mean, yeah, you're kinda part cat. Cool deal. But they really should ask about your 'special book' collection." Blonde eyebrows waggled suggestively.
Blake turned a deep red, growling at Yang softly. "I sweat to CHRIST, Yang! Don't you ever mention that to anyone!"
Yang could only laugh at her friend, hauling her up to lead her back to the counter for another portion of their shift. Blake took her place at the register while Ren and Penny headed to the break room, the lobby beautifully void of customers.
"So, you coming to see the new Grimm saga movie tonight?" Yang inquired casually as they busied themselves with cleaning. "Heard they replaced that Mercury guy with Roman Torchwick. Totally bolstered the reviews. He and Cinder have the best on screen chemistry."
Blake giggled softly. "Yeah, they do great in every movie I've seen too. Totally sad that they aren't a thing anymore."
Yang cast Blake a playful wink. "Yeah, but she snagged Neo, so she's still keeping up her high standards. Plus Roman and Emerald just started going out."
Yang swore she saw Blake's cat ears perk up as her eyes widened. "No way! Seriously?"
At that moment, another gaggle of customers walked in, both of them plastering on their company mandated smiles as they worked through the surge of drinks. It wasn't long before they were down to the end, when a young woman with white hair came through the door, her face looking down at her scroll as she walked towards the duo.
"Damn, she's cute." Blake whispered out of the corner of her mouth.
Yang cocked an eyebrow at her. "Yeah, but aren't you with that imaginary mystery person?" She shot back.
"They are not imaginary! And yes, but that doesn't mean you can't go for her." Blake's eyes twinkled impishly. "I gotta use the bathroom. She's all yours."
Yang squeezed the bottle of mocha sauce too hard, the result an unsightly glob dripping down the cup as she snapped her head to look at her retreating friend. "Wait, what?!"
She handed off the now cleaned off drink before turning to the register, looking at the white bangs of the girl who was still enthralled by her scroll. She could see the hint of a scar along her left eye, her skin otherwise flawless from what she could see.
"White chocolate mocha, venti, extra whip." The girl rattled off without looking up.
"I uhhh, yeah!" Yang fumblingly punched in the order. "Five sixty six, miss."
The girl pulled out a card and swiped it, Yang suddenly finding two sides of her mind at war; the part that desperately wanted to impress this girl so she came back, and the part that wanted to make a shitty pun. As she started on the drink, the internal civil war was in full swing, already fighting back the urges to blurt out completely idiotic puns. She did look at the customer a few times from under her hat to catch a glimpse of blue eyes, the girl smirking at something on her scroll as Yang shifted her attention back to the drink.
After filling the drink a bit less than usual to accommodate for the extra whipped cream, Yang carefully placed the top on the cup. She slipped on the sleeve as Blake joined her once more, placing the beverage on the pickup counter. "Venti white chocolate mocha, extra whip."
The girl looked up for the first time to fully face Yang, and in her slight awe of how lovely she was, she managed to lose the internal struggle. "I can whip up a lot of things." She blurted out suddenly, unable to stop the words from leaving her mouth.
The blue eyes narrowed, her posture suddenly guarded and rigid, her face turning faintly red. "Excuse me?!" She half seethed. "Just who do you think you are?!"
The girl took charge of her drink swiftly and huffed out furiously, leaving Yang mentally cursing herself. Of course she messed up; a cute girl mixed with her idiotic anxiety to make a pun at the wrong time, what else would the outcome be?
Blake slid up next to her, saying in her best customer voice, "I'd like to order one dirty tall, and one angry small. And could I have extra fail with the dirty tall?"
Yang shot daggers at her friend. "Shut up, you. I don't need to catch shade from the girl dating the Invisible Man."
Blake almost seemed to puff up indignantly. "I am not making it up! Things are just complicated!"
Yang blinked as the girl with the blue eyes stepped into the line, jostling Blake slightly. "Hey, hey! She's back!"
Amber hues followed lavender, sparkling in humor. "Poor girl. She should flee in terror."
Yang glared at her as the girl tapped away on her scroll, finding herself shoved at the drink making side as Blake took up the register.
"Venti white chocolate mocha. Extra whip."
"Of course. That will be five sixty six."
Yang quickly started on the drink when both she and the girl locked eyes, watching as the pale skin flushed red, blue eyes narrowing slightly as if Yang was some vile bug.
"Oh. It's you again." She half sneered.
Yang's hands fumbled and she spilled the hot beverage onto her apron. "Son of a bissssscuit eating coffee cake!" She swiftly amended, quickly making a new mocha.
At last she handed over the drink, but another terrible pun tumbled out of her mouth like pun turrets instead of a parting comment. "You're cute as frap."
The girl went red as Blake audibly groaned, making several indignant sounds as she snatched away the drink and marched out again.
"Two and zero for fucking it up. Poor little Yang." Blake teased.
Blake looked up as door opened, seeing the girl with white hair poke her head in cautiously to look around. 'Damn, Yang really did fuck up.' She mused.
However, the head retreated, and she watched as the girl walked away through the glass, eyebrows raised. "Guess she was looking for a friend."
Yang walked back in from the back, fixing her ponytail with a sigh. "Ready for your break?" She beamed.
Blake grinned back widely. "Yep."
Yang gave her a curious expression. "Okay, you've been super chipper today. What's the deal?"
Blake blushed and smiled at the floor. "My girlfriend was in town last night. She stopped by for a few hours."
"AHA!" Yang shouted loudly. "So it's a girl! What's her name?"
Blake scowled, brushing past her to go to the back. "Not telling you!"
"Is it someone I know?" The door shut between them. "YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY THAT EASILY!"
However, there was no answer from the back, and so Yang was left alone to think. And think. And suddenly she gasped, barging into the break room like a bull in a china shop. "ARE YOU DATING MY LITTLE SISTER?!"
Blake had been about to shove a forkful of salmon into her mouth when Yang caught her off guard, her expression torn between shock and confusion. "No! I am not! Now get your ass back out there!"
"But-!"
Yang was met with a loud, furious hiss, opting to obey before she found out if Blake could kill her with a glare. Slowly, she came back to the main shop, only to be greeted by the clearing on an impatient throat, turning to see the girl tapping her foot angrily in front of the register.
"Just how long am I supposed to wait for service?" She asked in a slightly irritated voice.
"I uhhhh...! Sorry!" She tripped in her effort to get to the register, hopping up in a flash. "Venti white chocolate mocha?"
Blue eyes narrowed slightly. "With extra whip."
"Of course!"
And soon enough, she was making the drink she knew by heart. And like usual, she was fighting a personal battle against her need to make puns, her turmoil causing her hands to tremble slightly. And with a smug feeling of satisfaction, she handed off the drink with a polite smile. "Here you go. One venti white chocolate mocha, extra whip."
Her expression seemed to droop a bit as she took the drink, looking at her scroll. "About time."
Yang caught a bit of something in her tone, instantly wanting to help make her feel better. She needed to say something nice, something kind. Except her mouth seemed to have other plans.
"I hope to see you here a latte."
The girl turned red, stammered a bit, and walked out, leaving Yang to unceremoniously slam her face into the counter top with a whimpering groan.
"What did you do?" Blake inquired curiously as she retied her apron onto her body.
Yang looked at her, pouting. "Why aren't you a better wing-girl! Save me from myself!"
A black eyebrow arched. "What did I miss?"
"She was in here when you were on break, and I made another shitty pun! I swear to Christ she's going to call Ozpin on me." She grumbled, gesturing at the door.
"Wait, she was here?" Blake's brow furrowed slightly.
Yang tilted her head. "Yeah. Why?"
Blake's ears went to the sides under her hat, but she smiled pleasantly. "Nothing. Just try to get me next time so I can watch the train wreck myself."
Yang and Blake both were making drinks, Jaune running the register as the flood of customers just kept coming. Even having Ren with them was barely letting them churn out drinks at an insane speed to satisfy the impatient customers. Of course it was slammed; it was a weekend. And much to Yang's shock, the mystery girl she could only screw up around had been coming at least three times a week, with Yang succeeding in only making her leave with a red face. Last time she had managed not to verbally embarrass herself, instead opting to write under the CAUTION print, "You're a hottie". The girl had gone so red, and Blake had nearly peed herself laughing.
There was a loud roar of an engine from the parking lot as a bright red Ferrari convertible pulled up, making everyone's head turn. The driver of the insanely expensive vehicle stepped out, revealing a woman with long scarlet hair, an impeccable tan, and a large bouquet of flowers in her arms. The stunningly beautiful woman walked towards the building, her muscled frame hugged by what was likely gym clothing, her chiseled abs exposed.
"Is that... Pyrrha Nikos?!" Jaune gasped, dropping the marker he had been writing with to the floor.
Yang's jaw dropped as Pyrrha stalked into the building, customers all gaping at her in shock before a flurry of hysterical shrieking began. Men and women flocked to the world class athlete as she gave them polite smiles, signing autographs with a grin, casually posing for selfies with fans. Yang had never been so close to a superstar before, and the Olympian and fitness model certainly was enough to make her stare in awe.
Out of the corner of her eye, Yang noticed Blake's expression turn from shock, to joy, to uncontrollable glee. When Pyrrha glanced their way, the smile finally looked utterly genuine, reaching even the far corners of her eyes. Blake let out a squeal and leapt over the counter, hurrying over with her arms outstretched as Pyrrha broke away from the crowd, embracing her and lifting her into the air with ease, phones snapping away with pictures and videos as they kissed.
"I thought you were in Athens still!" Blake giggled as she was set down.
Pyrrha refused to let the smaller girl go, her slight Greek accent touching on her words. "I had a photo shoot out in L.A yesterday night, and I booked a five hour lay over. I missed you."
Yang's jaw refused to close, finally speaking in a strangled voice, "Pyrrha?! You're dating the Pyrrha Nikos?!" She half shouted.
Both women blushed, Pyrrha handing over the flowers as more photos snapped, customers 'awwww'-ing at the sight. Blake looked at their shift leader, bashfully leaning into her partner. "May I take an early break?"
Jaune nodded, half screeching. "May I have an autograph and a picture?!"
Pyrrha laughed happily and agreed, signing a cup for him after a picture as Blake swiftly tugged her to the back; Yang knew customers weren't allowed back there, but no one was going to tell a celebrity no. While the store was abuzz with people chattering about seeing a sports star, Yang left Ren in charge of the counter with Jaune, hurrying to the back to see Blake sitting next to her partner, purring happily with her head on Pyrrha's shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me you were together?"
Blake blinked lazily. "Like you would have kept it a secret."
Pyrrha raised her hand slightly. "Actually, I asked her to keep it a secret. You saw how regular people reacted to us. Imagine reporters. I didn't want them to be stalking my Kitten."
Blake blushed as the pet name, Yang continuing. "How did you guys meet? I mean, no offense, but there is like... Zero opportunity for people like us to cross paths with people like you."
Pyrrha flashed a shy smile. "We both play Guild Wars 2. We became friends there. She mentored me when I was just learning to play. We became closer, and then..."
Blake giggled. "We decided to meet up when she was here for an endorsement. I had no idea who she was. Just to call her Ra. I was so shocked I almost passed out."
Pyrrha kissed her temple. "You had to sit down. I remember you went so pale." She turned her attention back to her lover's best friend. "But she never treated me oddly due to my fame. I was still faceroll4healz, not a celebrity that everyone had to treat like glass, or an object to be ogled. Or a thing to be bought and shown off. Just another gamer, a person like her."
"'faceroll4healz'?"
Yang's expression was entirely confused as they laughed. "I'm a Norn Druid, Blake's a human thief."
"You both are fucking nerds, you know that?" Yang teased. "I'm going back to work. Put a sock on the door if you both get frisky." Golden eyebrows waggled.
She retreated at the low growl from Blake, laughing as she resumed making drinks as the customers started to get over the sighting of a celebrity. The customers began to order more beverages, and finally the rush was gone, leaving the employees all sighing in relief, Pyrrha given permission to remain in the back until there were few enough people for her to sit in the main shop. Where she had procured the baggy clothing, no one knew, but she looked a lot less like herself as she watched Blake working from her table.
However, the door opened, and the white haired girl entered, marching up to the counter as Blake beamed. "White chocolate mocha, venti, with extra whip?"
Blue eyes blinked. "Yes. Thanks."
Yang easily made the drink, handing it to her with a smile. "Hope to see you a lat-"
The girl cut her off abruptly. "Cut the frap." She took the drink, then shoved something into Yang's now empty hand before turning and leaving with a red face.
Yang blinked several times at the door. "Did... Did she just make a coffee pun?" Blake asked in a stupor.
Yang blankly looked down to see a scrap of paper in her hand, opening it curiously. Inside of it was some of the neatest handwriting she had ever seen, and a number. The message was short and simple; 'Let's Yang out sometime. I like you a latte too.'
Yang squealed, hurrying over to grab and jostle Blake in her joy. "Look! Look! She likes me!"
Golden hues looked over the note before groaning, her hand making sharp contact with her own face. "Oh my God, those puns are awful. You both deserve each other."