Told myself not to make this and then did it anyway, oops. Story of my life. Anyway, call this the second edition of Latte Art, now about 60k longer and comprised of five whole fics (including one secret fic, ha). That’s so much coffee shop AU but I have no one to blame but myself.
Typesetting is essentially the same as it was in the first version, plus a couple of tweaks, cause I’m always learning new things. Better spacing, more uniform chapter titles etc. Also has headers now and added in title cards for the separate stories, because why not. There’s also a couple of secret bonuses for @genuineformality to find once they receive their own copy.
This paper is actually from the same artist as the original binding, and the one I was gonna use initially before I decided to go with a monochrome / red colour scheme. Six months ago I thought a coffee-coloured coffee shop AU would be too on the nose haha… oh how the tables have progressed into slightly smaller tables. Got tan bookcloth for this one, alongside brown headbands that I promise are present, plus taupe grey endpapers and that nice chocolate ribbon. Yes, that’s a raven on the frontpapers. It’s about the vibes.
396 pages and typeset in Old Standard / Sunday
[Image ID: A series of photos of a bound copy of the latte art fics. The first image shows the front of the book, which is bound in tan bookcloth with block print frontpapers depicting a stylised raven and lots of curving branches. The second image shows the title page of the book, which reads “latte art and other stories - pyrrhlc” alongside an image of a coffee cup and saucer with a foam heart on top. The taupe endpapers are also visible. The book is resting on a wooden table and a silver pocket watch is sitting beside the book in each picture.
The third image shows the book open at a random page, with the same silver pocket watch lying on the centrefold of the pages. The book pages are a soft cream colour and the edges of the raven design are visible alongside the book’s chocolate brown ribbon.
The fourth and fifth images show the contents page, which lists the five fics in the series as well as a small stylised sketch of a cappuccino, and one of the title cards for the fics, which reads “ii. with only your skin as a carry-on”. The fic title is outlined by a sketchy frame comprised of four corners.
The sixth image shows the book’s endpapers, which are a plain taupe grey. The pocket watch is sitting next to the book with the case open to show the time. End ID.]
I’ve been meaning to draw these two for a while now. Thanks @starsscarmyceiling for writing one of my fave AUs (coffee shop) and a great first chapter.
If anyone knows me they know I love coffee shop AU so much. I’ve even written coffee shop kalluzeb myself. But this fic was just….. *sigh* so good, and it’s recently finished! Such a fic with a great ending. Check it out!
Summary: Takashi Shirogane is exactly the kind of man Keith likes; built like a brick house with a smile sweet enough to rot teeth and a heart of gold. Of course he’s also YouTube famous and worlds out of Keith’s league. The closest he can get to his pseudo-celebrity crush is when he watches Shiro’s videos from the safety of his bed. Or so he thinks.
A/N: Thank you so much to @whiskyandwildflowers for talking me down when I worried I would ruin my idea and all of the invaluable alpha help and to @tdcatsblog for putting up with all my snippets and being the best beta ever.
Excerpt:
With an impish grin Keith leaned over the edge of the pick-up counter. “Absolutely disgusting caramel macchiato with enough sugar to put someone in a coma for one nameless and shameless customer.”
He grinned to himself, possibly more amused than he should be. He could practically feel Lance glaring daggers in his back.
“Any takers?” he yelled once more. “If the sugar doesn’t kill you the atrocious combination of caramel, hazelnut, and chocolate surely will.”
A shadow fell over Keith’s face, someone clearing their throat as Keith turned his head to see a very familiar face staring down at him.
“I’m afraid that’s mine,” Shiro said softly, the warm pads of his fingers brushing against Keith’s knuckles as he leaned over and plucked the drink from Keith’s hands. “I know it’s kind of disgusting but—”
“You like things sweet,” Keith breathed, body paralyzed as he stared at Shiro. Shiro. His Shiro was standing in front of him in his place of work smiling at him with that same smile he got on his face when he played with puppies or ate macaroni and cheese with extra cheese on his cheat days. Or well, not his Shiro he reminded himself. Not really. A technicality that was entirely Keith’s own fault since he’d been too scared to do anything about his feelings.
@emkayoh AS IF YOU NEED THE IRON KETTLE CONCEPT EXPLAINED TO YOU!!
anyway at some point pepper accidentally catches another regular drawing her and they make eye contact and the guy apologizes immediately. “Sorry, I didn’t even ask permission, I just like to sit here and do studies and I’ve seen you in here a lot–”
She interrupts him to say she doesn’t mind, and she thinks he’s really talented. His drawings have this wonderful glow about them, he’s completely captured the afternoon lighting the cafe gets.
Pepper and Steve become quick friends, both being art lovers. He brushes it off; he’s just a hobbyist, he never pursued it or went to college for it… Pepper’s not an artist herself, but she says he’s being silly. Sketches, rough work, studies, life drawings, these are her favourite pieces to admire. They’re raw, they’re thoughtful…
Tony sees his favourite customer and some blonde hunk hitting it off and stares too much. nevermind that he DESIGNED the pretty, hazy lighting effect of HIS cafe that steeevecapturedso perfectly
I was lucky enough that my secret santa person changed her wish to caitvi and caitvi only, so I gotta fully indulge into my brainrot and draw/write a coffee shop au for these two!
⌁pairing; brother’s best friend!jungkook x curvy!reader (f.)
⌁genre/rating;f2l, pwp, coffee shop au, forbidden romance au, smut, tad bit of fluff, 18+
⌁summary;after sending your brother’s best friend a compromising video, the last thing you expected him to do is enthusiastically watch it.
⌁word count; 5k
⌁warnings; dom!jungkook, sub!reader, lowkey brat!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, filmed sex, public sex, use of sex toys (vibrator), exhibitionism, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, creampie, praise kink, size kink, masturbation (m.and f.), degradation, humiliation, face licking, cockwarming, choking, fingering, begging, teasing, hair pulling, spanking, nipple/breast play, cum play
✧ special thanks to the cutie, the talented amelia ( @knjsnoona ) for making this phenomenal banner for me~ and a million thanks to eva ( @nottodayjjk ) for betaing this and encouraging me always and to sammy ( @chateautae ) for titling this fall filth fest for me, reading it over, and feeding into my jungcock horn train dhjfk
Phone glitching from rain exposure, you spam Jungkook’s messages once more. Since accidently sending him a video of yourself in an all too compromising position, he hasn’t replied. It’s particularly frustrating since you know he’s read all messages, including the video bubble of your nightly solo endeavors, but refuses to acknowledge any of them.
Ah I just read this on AO3 but I loved it so much, I wanted to share it on Tumblr as well.
As I mentioned in my AO3 comment, I really love how you write. The smut was sexy and the dirty talk was great. I liked how you intertwined their past in the present instead of doing it in a flashback or discussing the scenario (at the pool, previous exes) all at once. It felt more real and it flowed nicely!!! Thank you for writing ✨
My second fic for the 2022 @gabrielbigbang Reverse bang, this time inspired by the lovely art from @alexiescherryslurpy . And since I forgot to properly masterpost my last one, I will make amends.
Title: Juicy Stuff
Author: Hectatess
Artist: AlexiesCherrySlurpie
Beta: Mukuro
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Gabriel/Sam, Background Castiel/Dean
Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Shop owner Sam, Writer Gabriel, Two Person Love Triangle, Masturbation, suspected substance abuse, Misunderstandings
Language: English
Summary:
After a bad relationship, Gabriel is living with his brother. Who worries too much about him at times. Somehow ordering in his juice-buster from that juice bar with the 6’4” hunk of man behind the counter, makes Cassie very nervous. Good thing he doesn’t know Gabriel writes MLM erotica…
Sam loves owning his own shop. He knows crushing on customers is wrong, but that one golden eyed man… He turns to his Discord for Fanfic writers of his favourite MLM erotica series as a distraction. He unexpectedly gets close with one of his mutuals and they are the sweetest, funniest person… oh dear…
The next entry in the Short Fic Challenge uses these prompts: someone having the worst luck, the meet part of a meet-cute, and the situation and setting, a coffee shop human AU was suggested by @sunniebelle. Tagging @doctorroseprompts.
John Smith found himself looking at his phone calendar to confirm the date wasn’t actually Friday the thirteenth. Not that he was a triskaidekaphobe. Not at all. He wasn’t superstitious in the least, because he was a scientist with a doctorate and that was not how he rolled.
But, mornings like this certainly tested his resolve. He had awakened to discover that his car had been towed in the night, most likely due to a parking complaint from his annoying neighbor in the next building. John had known he was tempting fate by taking the space right in front of her building, but it had been the only one open. He’d spent a good hour tracking the vehicle down, making him miss his first class. He’d had to call in his TA to teach his first lab of the day, and he wasn’t sure he’d make it to the second.
The second debacle of the day had occurred shortly after he’d burst out of his flat door. He’d tripped over the errant black cat that had taken up residence in the stairwell. John had nearly gone head first down a flight of steps, but had managed to grab the rail just in time. The swearing and clatter had been loud enough for Craig and Sophie, the ground floor neighbors, to poke their heads out their door. Sophie once again disavowed the cat. John had no idea who owned it. He sensed a tone of derision in its meowing at him.
So, no, it’s not Friday the thirteenth, but yes, the cat was black. Managed to avoid walking under that ladder, though. John thought as he walked, shoulders slumped, down the sidewalk towards the newspaper stand and the small cafe next to it. Noticing the white splatter of paint on his black chucks, he groaned. Missed the ladder but not the paint, he mused as he looked back at the workers painting the trim on the building next to his. His neighbor’s building. He told himself it was ridiculous to imagine she paid the painters to mess up his shoes.
Wilfred Mott, who ran the newsstand, greeted him with his usual cheeriness. “Well, hello, Doctor! Everything okay? You look a bit deflated.”
“That’s a good word for it. It’s not been a great morning,” John confirmed.
“Was that your little blue car I saw…”
“Yep,” he said, popping the p.
“Blimey,” Wilfred said, shaking his head. “Wish I’d said something.”
“It wasn’t your problem, Wilf,” John assured him. “Nothing you could do about it. Then to make matters even better, I tripped over the cat in my building. Nearly cracked my head open.”
Wilfred winced. “Ah, I see. Gonna get your car now, I suppose?”
John rolled his eyes. “Soon. Impound yard doesn’t open for another half-hour. I guess I’m going to work after lunch. Hopefully.”
“I’d give you a free newspaper for your troubles…” Wilfred began.
John raised his hand and interjected, “No, I’ll pay for it. I have to keep my favorite newsstand in business, and besides, Donna would kill me.”
Wilfred continued, “…But I’m all out.”
“Ah,” John said. No leisurely crossword puzzle today.
“I think things will look better after coffee and a muffin,” Wilfred suggested.
John nodded. “Excellent idea. Particularly if it’s one of Donna’s banana nut muffins.” He stepped towards the cafe door.
“Have a better day, Doctor. I’m rootin’ for ya.”
With a salute and a smile in Wilfred’s direction, John entered Noble Pastimes, his favorite cafe. He noted that it was rather crowded, even for the end of the morning rush. His friend Donna was behind the counter, as was the barista, Bill Potts, and there were four customers ahead of him.
John realized there was something familiar about the woman approaching the counter. She was blonde, wearing a bright pink hoodie with Punky Fish scrawled on the back like graffiti. Suddenly, it occurred to him why she was familiar, and his heart sped up a bit with the revelation. Oh! The shopgirl from Henrik’s! The one who sold me Aunt Sarah’s scarf. Yes, that’s definitely her. She was lovely. Picked out the perfect gift. Gorgeous eyes, too. Honey… no, whiskey colored. That was the best way to describe them. Why don’t I go to Henrik’s more often? Well, other than hating shopping. She made it a pleasant experience, though. That’s it, all shopping is to be done at Henrik’s from this point forward. I will come up with a list of things I have to buy. Oh, but what if she doesn’t work there any…
“Gonna order, Spaceman?” The dulcet tones of Donna Noble jolted him from his recollections. They’d been friends for years, more like brother and sister, so he often got the unfiltered version of Donna’s customer service charm. Apparently the line, and he, had been moving while he’d been dreaming of blond shopgirls. Well, of a specific blonde shopgirl. He didn’t just wake up with a craving. “You’re late.”
“Been a bit of a morning. Don’t wanna get into it,” John told her. Donna nodded. He assumed she knew she’d get the full story later. “Banana nut muffin, please, and a coffee.” He quickly scanned the display case. Then he looked at it again, and finally on the third pass, he stammered, “There’s none? None at all? You’re out?”
“Yes, yes, and yes,” Donna stated flatly. He assumed the “Dumbo” went unsaid, but understood, because she was in her place of business and not their Wednesday night Uno game.
“There’s no banana nut muffin,” he repeated stupidly.
“Then would you take a blueberry? Because there’s customers behind you,” Donna sing-songed.
“Fine,” John sighed, his shoulders sagging. There was no point in being angry. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the shopgirl giving them both the side-eye as she collected her coffee from Bill. Donna bagged up a blueberry muffin and thrust it at him, then he stepped over to where Bill was handing out another coffee. He noticed the shopgirl was stuffing her change in her purse.
Bill gave him a sympathetic smile.“Sorry about the muffin.”
“I’m not surprised, honestly. It’s been the morning from hell. My car got towed. Made the fatal error of parking it in front of the building next door.”
“The crazy neighbor called the towing company on you?” Donna interrupted. He nodded, not wanting to get into it.
“M’ sorry to hear that,” Bill said sympathetically, seeming to understand his need to refrain from elaborating.
“Had to call Martha in to teach for me, and she’ll probably have to do the afternoon lab too. Then some random cat tried to murder me, I got paint on my trainers… then no newspaper, and no banana nut muffin. I don’t mean to be a knob. I know it’s ridiculous to be so disappointed over something so small…”
“Small things have a way of pilin’ up, though. Sounds like your morning has been rubbish. S’cuse me for interruptin’,” a woman spoke behind him. He startled, then turned to see the shopgirl, holding a bag and a travel mug. “Not my business, I know, but… M’name’s Rose Tyler, by the way. You came into Henrik’s a couple of weeks ago. I remember you.”
Faced with the object of his musings actually speaking to him, John stammered eloquently, “Oh.” Then his brain relayed the information that not only did she remember him, she’d just introduced herself and he was standing there like a lump. “I’m John Smith. Yes, that was me. Aunt Sarah loved her scarf.”
Rose grinned broadly. “That’s great. Erm… sorry about the banana nut muffin. I must’ve bought the last one.”
He found that in the presence of a Rose Tyler smile, he could forgive quite a bit. “If it had to go with someone, I’m glad it went with you.” Internally, he winced. He was no Casanova, but that was awkward even for him.
Then Rose did something with her tongue, poking it out of the corner of her mouth as she smiled, and it made him forget the whole morning’s ordeal. It even made him stop thinking of banana nut muffins.
“I have an idea, if you have some time. Wanna share?”
“Share what?”
Rose chuckled, holding up the bag. “I bought two. Want one?”
“I wouldn’t want to take away your breakfast,” he demurred.
“S’okay. I’ll survive until lunch.”
John blurted, “I’ll buy you lunch, Rose Tyler.”
With that tip of the tongue smile, Rose told him, “Let’s see how breakfast goes.” She turned and headed towards an empty table by the window. John started to follow.
“Your coffee, Dr. Smith,” Bill grinned. Was that a knowing smirk she was giving him? John imagined it was. As he grinned and stuffed some cash in the tip jar, he noticed Bill elbowing Donna. Not caring that they’d probably contributed to the neighborhood gossip today, John joined Rose at the table.
He did bring her lunch later at Henrik’s, after picking the car up at the impound yard.
Eventually, they shared many more breakfasts, lunches, and dinners (and midnight snacks.) John Smith always called Rose Tyler his fair Fortuna, because meeting her was the moment his luck changed for the better.
Welcome to Beans ‘n Cream. The pride and joy of Evan “Buck” Buckley. A cozy little cafe in downtown Los Angeles, with a menu full of delicious options for all tastes, from the most traditional to the most demanding. Buck is sure to make sure everyone feels welcomed, especially pets - because Buck loves any pet almost as much as he loves children - So it shouldn’t be a surprise that when the most handsome man Buck had ever seen walks into his coffee shop, with an adorable kid and an extremely cute dog, that Buck would immediately fall in love. It doesn’t help that the handsome man has a sultry smile and a voice that’s been driving Buck insane.
Scenario: Satan’s plot to spend extra time with you doesn’t turn out how he planned.
Disclaimer: Original Characters are the rightful property of NTT Solemare.
Warnings: Angst to Fluff (Missing loved ones)
The coffee shop was mostly empty at this time of morning. Your friend seemed to be running a bit late so you ordered his usual slice of pie and coffee.
You were doing your best to keep your chin high and a smile on your face. Of course, you couldn’t help missing the devildom like crazy. It helped to have at least one friend you could talk to. The two of you started having coffee about a week after you came back to the human realm. Having him running late, however, was becoming a common occurrence.
You sighed.
When you left the devildom Satan had promised the two of you would be okay. He would make sure of it. After everything you had gone through to become a couple? Even being in separate realms couldn’t really keep you apart.
Yet, the winter holidays were approaching and with everyone talking about gifts for their loved ones? It made you miss Satan and the other demon brothers a little more than usual.
You couldn’t help feeling a bit sad sometimes. You would love to go shopping with Satan. Hearing his ideas about what he was planning to get for his brothers? Watchinghim debating on giving Lucifer another cursed book or one he would actually love?
You were also dying to show Satan the holiday cat pajama selection you’d discovered in one of the nearby stores! Unfortunately, the devildom was a bit further away than a coffee shop down the street. You couldn’t exactly walk over there and be back in time for work.
You sighed again.
Instead you were somewhat limited even when it came to talking with Satan. Lately any conversations you had seemed to become more and more brief. That was mostly because your demon boyfriend was extra busy with things at RAD. He was constantly apologizing because his “new responsibilities” seemed to be taking up so much of his time.
You assured him it was fine. If he was busy that meant he wasn’t missing you quite so much, right? Which may prevent a few vengeful pranks misdirected a Lucifer? Well… maybe.
Satan in turn assured you that the ridiculous number of messages you sent him were appreciated. You only believed him because he answered every last one of them. Still, the number was a bit embarrassing. Even your coffee-shop-bestie couldn’t deny that.
It was just that, no matter how much you told him, you still missed Satan.
Blowing up his D.D.D. with messages wasn’t the same as being there with him. You wanted to be laying on his bed listening to his latest ridiculous plot to make Lucifer angry. Or hearing how the newest idea he was researching would “change everything” at RAD for the better. You missed listening to him gush over the cat he saw in the street on his way home. Then he would ramble on and on over the amazing book he discovered in his favorite bookstore, and you would just… enjoy every word. Enjoy every expression on his face and every minute you spent with him.
You were really hopelessly in love with the avatar of wrath, weren’t you? You had even started missing the things about him that sometimes annoyed you. You missed the teasing, the cuddles, and the late-night chats. You missed having him so close you could walk over to his room anytime.
And he would be there.
“Sorry I’m late. I slept in a bit too long.”
Your friend rushed into the coffee shop looking more frazzled than usual. His hair was rather messy and he hadn’t managed to finish putting on his jacket for some reason. You were amused to see he hadn’t forgotten his book because he set it on the table next to you before pausing.
“Wait, you already ordered?”
You shrugged. “Yeah I thought you might have had a rough morning so…”
The look in his green eyes—the affection you saw there—was a bit startling and you trailed off. He blinked twice and ran a hand through his ruffled blond locks before asking, “You didn’t order me that ridiculous pumpkin spice latte again did you?”
You laughed. For a minute you wondered if you had simply imagined the look. The connection you felt when he stared at you like that.
“I promise it is your usual. I wouldn’t play the same trick on you twice.”
That comment brought a familiar grin to his face causing your heart to flipflop.
”Yeah, you’re too clever for that. So, what is on your agenda for today?”
“Ugh, just work mostly…” You began rambling on about your schedule and how you had plans to go shopping after work.
He listened attentively, making supportive comments in between bites of pie. He was quick to ask how your activities the day before had gone. In no time you had spilled every detail about work, how you tripped over a curb on the way here, and how you had finally decided which cat pajamas to get your boyfriend.
The last one made him laugh. “I really want to go see those with you. It sounds like quite the selection.”
“You should! It really isn’t far from here you know.”
You couldn’t help smiling at the thought. Maybe he could help you take pictures to show Satan later. The selfied you had attempted didn’t capture the full effect of the adorable ridiculousness. Also, it was better than not being able to share them with him at all.
“Well, if we are going to do that and get you to work on time then we should probably start walking.”
It had been about two weeks now that you let him walk you to work every day. Some of your co-workers had commented about how cute your boyfriend was… and that made you a bit uncomfortable. Of course, you couldn’t exactly correct them and say, “Well, actually that’s not my boyfriend, because I’m dating Satan.”
The only thing to dispel the unease such questions caused was being around him. The first question he always asked you was how your boyfriend seemed to be doing.
You glanced at the time and nodded. “Yeah you’re right. We better start walking.”
As the two of you headed out the door he held it open for you. As you walked side by side, however, you almost took his hand more than once.
That… left a weird feeling in your chest.
“Are you going to walk around and look at the Christmas lights after work tonight?” He asked, “If so, maybe I should come with you?”
He wanted to? But… that was something you wanted to do with your boyfriend. With Satan.
The odd feeling in your chest finally grew too heavy and you stopped walking.
“Hey, what’s going on? You seem upset?” He stopped too. “Really if you’d rather not that’s fine. I just thought since what’s-his-face wasn’t here to go with you—”
You immediately felt bad. He was just trying to be nice and—you attempted to explain the awkward reaction.
“I just think it would be so fun to go with him, you know? And I don’t really want to go if he—” Suddenly
it hit you hard. The bitter truth that all these things you wanted weren’t going to happen. All the things you were talking about, the things you were excited for, you would be doing them without him.
Satan was the one you wanted to spend time with more than anything.
Your eyes began to burn as that truth made it difficult to catch your breath.
Why did you have to come back to the human realm without him? Why did you need to be separated?
All the important reasons they gave you seemed meaningless now. You didn’t want to do this without him. You didn’t want—
“Please don’t cry.” His voice drew you back to the present and you realized your friend was standing in front of you and touching your cheek. Those concerned green eyes looked as upset as you felt. When you realized he was brushing actual tears from your cheek a sob escaped your throat.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—I just miss him so much, you know? I just want to see him and touch him. I hate that I have to do this. Pretend that I’m fine with us being apart because I’m afraid he will be upset. But I hate it. I just want to be with him.”
“Ah kitten… you can’t… I’m so sorry.” His hand fell away from your cheek and he suddenly looked extremely guilty. “I didn’t know this was upsetting you so much.”
“What?” He had never called you kitten before. Had he? A-and why was he hugging you? Why did this feel so familiar?
“The spell was supposed to let me see you. To be with you without getting us both in trouble… because I realized as soon as you left that I can’t be without you. Not for a week and certainly not longer than that.”
A spell? What was he even talking about?
“I hoped this way you wouldn’t miss me so much because there was no need for you to feel lonely. We could spend all the time together I wanted.”
He pulled back. Those familiar green eyes searching yours. Seeming to beg you for forgiveness.
“I didn’t realize you were still hurting… because I didn’t tell you I was right here.”
You blinked.
“S-Satan?” You stuttered out realizing why having him call you kitten felt so familiar. Why his voice was so comforting and his hugs made your heart pound. Was it… was it really him? Your mind didn’t seem to want to grasp that reality. It was as though your eyes and your mind were arguing over what was really happening.
“I’m sorry I let you keep missing me. That wasn’t fair.”
You took a step back hoping that somehow that would help you sort out the confusion that was rushing over you. But you didn’t even have a chance to blink before his arms wrapped around you. You didn’t even take a breath before his mouth found yours.
The scent, the warmth, and the taste of him all told you the same thing. This person—this friend—you’d been meeting every day at the coffee shop? It had been Satan the entire time?
“How did you—” You mumbled.
He cut off your question with a second kiss and followed with a third. Expressing all the aching loneliness you’d felt since you left the devildom. When he pulled back at last and just held you close the tears had stopped. You were smiling like an idiot. Because you were an idiot to be so happy about this.
Satan was breaking so many rules to be here right now. To have come here over and over just to steal away a few precious minutes with you.
“It is better that you don’t know how I did it. I just can’t watch you miss me any longer. I certainly can’t watch you cry without trying to help you feel better. Especially when I’m right here.” He stroked your cheek tenderly. “I am really sorry kitten. I missed you so much that first week and I just decided to do something completely irrational.”
“Irrational is an understatement.” You sighed not even wanting to think of all the ways he could get into trouble for this.
“I guess… since you know… is it still okay if we go look at those holiday cat pajamas? I really do want to see them.” His gorgeous green eyes were almost pleading with you. He must have really felt bad about everything to show this much emotion. You couldn’t help softening in the face of his charming penitence.
“Yeah, we do need to hurry though. I have to be to work soon.”
He stepped in close again, however and stole another kiss. “I changed my mind. I think I just want to hold you until you need to go. Sitting across from you for several weeks without touching you? It’s been torture Kitten.”
You couldn’t resist giggling a little. “I’m glad I wasn’t the only one suffering then. Oh man! I told you so many things about us! Didn’t I?”
You’re gasp made him laugh. Hard. Almost too hard for him to steal another kiss before twining his fingers with yours and tugging you down the sidewalk.
“We better keep walking actually, or I may not let you go to work. I’ll have to show you how much I missed you while we go look at the Christmas lights tonight.” “T-tonight?” You asked, startled.
“You don’t think I’m going to leave without doing all the things you’ve told me about? There’s no way! If
I’m going to go home, and get in trouble with Lucifer, I’m certainly going to enjoy myself first.”
That made you laugh. This was most definitely your boyfriend and you were so happy he was here with you. “Okay, I guess we can live it up before you get locked up for all of the magical espionage.”
“I did do a great job with it didn’t I?” His cocky smile made your heart flip flop again.
“I’d argue that you did too well.” You shook your head.
“Is that bitterness I hear? I thought that was illegal in December.”
“Only for people who want to be good and have Santa visit them. Since the only guy I want visiting me is already here I’m fine with it.”
“What a grinch.”
“Oh! don’t even start with me.” You laughed.
The two of you couldn’t resist bantering as you walked. Feeling your palm pressed against his and enjoying the warm tingling feeling of being reunited with your soulmate? It was more magical than anything else you’d experienced before.
Merry Christmas Allie! I hope that wasn’t too much angst? I wrote this with your Evie in mind but I had trouble changing perspectives and keeping Satan’s presence a secret. I hope you were able to enjoy it anyway! <3 Kari
#1 - It always makes Person A’s day when PersonB is serving them at the coffee shop, they’re smiling the whole day
#2 - The coffee isn’t actually that great but Person A still visits this coffee shop because of the sweet barista
#3 - Person AgivingPerson B increasing tips every time
#4 - Person B notices that Person A hasn’t visited the coffee shop for a while, they’re beginning to worry
#5 - Person B really likes the regular customer, PersonA, and decides to give them a free drink for their loyalty the next time
#6 - Person A is a barista who witnesses love stories unfold every day but is never the one to get lucky (or are they?)
#7 - Person B is jokingly flirting with Person A who comes to the coffee shop every day, but is it really meant jokingly all the time?
#8 - Person A finally asks out Person B on a coffee date, but Bjust can’t see coffee anymore because they have to serve it every day
#9 - Person B makes the best coffee but they don’t even like coffee, Person A is in utter shock when they find out
#10 - Every morning in the metro, Person A sees the beautiful Person B and they feel like they know them from somewhere, but they just can’t figure out where they’ve seen them. One day, they realise it’s the sweet barista from their new favourite coffee shop.
