Peterick OneShots

You're Semi-Sweet

"I work at Starbucks and you come in so often I know your order so I write stuff on your cup a lot to make you smile"

Or i'm a sucker for cute coffee shop aus and emo 2 the extremo pete gives me feelings

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Patrick liked his job. It helped with school for one thing, and he loved coffee more than most would think. But he overall just loved the vibes. Coffee shops were always nice, even shitty places like Starbucks, and sometimes the people were awesome.

Patrick tried to make it a point to talk to his customers as much as he could. He liked being friendly; it made his job more bearable and it sometimes made people smile, and that's what helped him through his shifts. He remembered a few regulars, but his favorite was Pete.

Pete came in every morning and ordered a caramel macchiato with two shots espresso. Occasionally he would stop by in the middle of the night and order something completely random; Patrick would make those carefully, chatting with Pete while he did so.

After a while Patrick decided to start writing notes on Pete's cups. Little things like "Have a Great Day!" or "I like your jacket" or "I hope you see a puppy!", most of which were usually accompanied by some crappy drawing. On busy days, Patrick made sure to at least doodle on a smiley face for Pete.

Patrick had talked to him enough to guess that the guy was going through some stuff, especially when he came in at night. He usually looked exhausted, like he hadn't slept in days, and sometimes the eyeliner that looked so good on him would be streaked down his face. Patrick took his time with his notes then, trying his best to give the man something, anything, that would make him smile.

Patrick was determined to do the same thing tonight. It was close to midnight; Patrick's shift ended at 6am. He despised 12 hour shifts, but he did whatever he could to scrape up extra cash on days when he didn't have any classes. With so few customers coming in and all of his mandatory cleaning done, Patrick settled for just wiping off the counter over and over, and organizing the cups. He had just finished reorganizing the displays on the counter when the door opened.

Patrick looked up to see a very shabby looking Pete walk in. He was wearing dark ripped jeans and one of his signature awful hoodies, but his face.. Patrick could tell he hadn't slept in a while, and he looked miserable. He came up to the counter with his hands in his jacket pockets, giving Patrick a tired smile.

"Hey" he said hoarsely, cringing at the sound of his voice cracking. Patrick gave him a sympathetic smile. "Hey Pete. What can I get you tonight?" Pete smiled and chewed his lip before ordering.

"An iced salted caramel mocha, two chocolate chip muffins, and.. whatever you want?" Patrick looked up from writing his order to stare at him in confusion before Pete grinned sheepishly.

"You seemed bored and I figured whatever y'know? I.. I wanna buy you coffee man. And maybe hang out here for a little while, if that's okay?," Pete sighed, looking down, " I kinda don't wanna go back home right now." Patrick's heart twisted in his chest and he nodded, smiling at Pete.

"I'll make those coffees; go sit, if you'd like? You can talk about whatever while I work." Pete nodded and sat down at the counter, leaning onto his arms while he watched Patrick. Patrick turned and busied himself, mind blurring.

Pete, even while looking so upset, was absolutely gorgeous, and really nice and funny every time he talked to Patrick. He was Patrick's favorite customer, and Patrick would be lying if he said he didn't even have a little crush on him.