2017 Locker for Mia

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Name (as you'd like it to appear in the subject line for your stocking): Mia (moniwa_ebooks)

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Fandoms: haikyuu!!, yuri!!! on ice, shokugeki no soma, yowamushi pedal, chihayafuru, free!, overwatch??? does that count idk

Characters/Pairings/Moresomes: haikyuu: ushimoni, iwadai, aone/moniwa, just anyone in datekou with moniwa tbh, aofuta, anyone in seijou with yahaba especially matsuyaha and iwayaha, ennofuta, ennofutayaha, anyone in fukurodani with konoha. yuri!!! on ice: viktuuri, otabek/yurio, jj/yurio. shokugeki no soma: soma/takumi, dojima/joichirou, megumi/ryo, soma/hayama. yowamushi pedal: imanaru, shinara, fukukin. chihayafuru: arata/chihaya/taichi. free!: soumako, makorin, makoharu, seimako, makorinharu, kisumako. overwatch: genji/zenyatta, pharmercy, genji/mccree, reaper76. bonus??? i really really love sheith from voltron

Likes: pretty much everything. my most favorite things are probably angst and enemies to lovers??? i love coffee shop aus and soulmate aus and just make me cry i love to cry. also flowershop aus are nice too. im even fine with a/b/o tbh also college aus. just everything

Dislikes: i only have one really hard no when it comes to fic and thats non-con/dub-con thats really it

Anything else: im just really excited to participate ah i love everything i love everyone awejngaoweirgja


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Happy V-Day! Fun fact, I don't actually drink coffee and this is my first time writing a coffee shop AU but I hope you enjoy it.

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The alarm on Yurio’s watch harshly trilled its five-minute warning. Shit. Was it that time already? Yurio glanced down at his watch, hoping it was just an incoming call or text (as if, he had specifically set that annoying ringtone just for the asshole because he deserved nothing else) but the time clearly said it was 2:25PM.

Urgh. Fine. He had five minutes.

He spun around, setting the milk to boil, starting up the grinder and then carefully measuring out the extra shots of caramel and vanilla that his least favorite customer insisted really transformed the drink. He didn’t know why the guy always insisted on it being him to make it but--

DING DONG, the door happily announced. A gust of cold air swirled into the shop, snowflakes hanging around the King of Assholes as Yurio had dubbed him, and the sound of the doorbell was accompanied by the merry giggles of the fangirls that always followed JJ around. Yurio rolled his eyes mentally but fixed a pleasant smile on his face.

(At least, he considered it pleasant. Otabek had told him that it more closely resembled a raccoon’s snarl.)

“Your usual’s almost ready,” he said, holding his hand out for the money.

“Great,” JJ said, beaming at Yurio with cheeks reddened from the cold and snowflakes stuck to his eyelashes. Asshole. Who even looked like that unless they’d stepped out of a Disney movie? “Coming in here is always the highlight of my day.”

“Then your days must really suck,” Yurio retorted dryly as he shoved the cash (exact change, as always) into the drawers. Turning around to get the drink, he pretended not to hear the sound of a bill being stuffed into the tip jar. No matter how much he snarked, JJ always put at least a five into the tip jar. Sometimes, Yurio thought, JJ actually liked having someone that would stand up to him instead of worshipping him.

Most of the time, Yurio just assumed it was because JJ liked showing off his generosity to his ever-present crowd of girls.

“Or your coffee is just that good,” JJ shot back as he took the drink from Yurio with both hands. 2:30PM was a dead time, too late for the college students grabbing a drink at lunch, not early enough for post-class and post-work commuters. JJ always took advantage at that to linger at the counter instead of sitting down at one of the perfectly good tables.

JJ took a sip of the coffee and smiled widely, “Or maybe it’s your company.”

Yurio glowered at him, eyebrows drawing together angrily. The doorbell chimed again and Yurio looked over JJ’s shoulder, the tight scowl of Yurio’s mouth changing to a smile almost immediately. This wasn’t his raccoon snarl but something softer, a subtle little crescent curve of his pale lips.

“Hey, Otabek,” he said with a friendly wave, turning to pluck one of the pastries from the case that he knew Otabek liked. He put it on a tray, swiping his own employee ID to pay for it.

“Who’s that?” JJ asked, sipping at his coffee.

“My boyfriend,” Yurio answered casually. When JJ choked, Yurio only smiled wider.