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jicklet · 11 months

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#good omens #good omens spoilers #2 good 2 omens #good omens 2 #goodomensedit #ineffable husbands #v posts things #v watches good omens #i imported it to PS just to slow it down and then well. i was already there #COFFEE SHOP DATE #magician jazz hands aziraphale and his grumpy friend mr crowley #dark turtleneck eh...#good omens s2 #good omens season 2

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shameless-pug · 10 months

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#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #coffee shop date #good omens memes

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medinademiri · 4 months

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Coffee shop and book date ♡

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starker-sorbet · 1 year

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Tony and Peter going out for a date at a local coffee shop

#starker #coffee shop date #moodboard #my moodboard

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spaceacethespookypansfanfics · 1 year

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Fuckin’ Walmart

A short fic of Kevin and Streber on a coffee date set just a bit before Tender Treats. Enjoy. Dedicated to @foragemefromthemoss / @sams-shark thank them for bringing this into the world. UwU

The linoleum floor is squeaky and keeps catching on the heel of Kevin’s shoes. The lights are all white LEDs in tight rows along the ceiling. They might not be as hot as the sun but they sure as fuck are just as bright.

Fuckin’ Walmart.

Kevin has been squinting for the past thirty minutes. His eyes hurt, his ears too—from all the high pitched squeaking happening everywhere—and he just wants to leave.

And he would’ve already, ages ago, if it weren’t for the excited hand of his dumb boyfriend gripping his and dragging him all across the store against his will.

“Streeebeer! This isn’t coffee.” Kevin knows he’s whining and he knows it’s futile to whine in the first place—didn’t work the first twenty times he did it—but he doesn’t care.

Said boyfriend turns around so fast he almost knocks Kevin out with the shopping basket hanging on his wrist. It’s full of decorations. Halloween decorations to be precise.

It’s the giant plastic skeleton head protruding outward that Kevin specifically has his eyes on. Took Streber damn near fifteen minutes of looking at practically identical skeletons to finally pick that one. Kevin wants to throttle it.

“We’re almost done. I promise,” Streber says once again.

He’s been saying that for more than half an hour now.

Kevin just doesn’t believe him anymore. He groans, sagging his shoulders forward in an exaggerated fashion. "You said that alreadyyy!"

"Just five more minutes, I promise." Streber tugs Kevin's hand gently, pulling him farther down the candy aisle. "Then we'll go for coffee, I swear." His toothy little grin is what ultimately keeps Kevin's feet from just planting in the floor.

Kevin rolls his eyes as he‘s dragged once again, “fine."

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"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Streber places down the to-go cups on the little table. His hands burn but he doesn’t seem to notice. "Seriously, I'm sorry. I just really wanted to make sure I had everything and everything was just so cool."

Kevin doesn't uncross his arms, not even at the arrival of his eagerly awaited coffee. Streber slides into his seat, plastic shopping bags full of Halloween memorabilia crinkling rather loudly. Kevin's eyebrow twitches at the sound, making Streber cringe inwardly of embarrassment, drawing his shoulders and head down like a sad little bat.

Kevin wants to stay mad but his coffee is cooling and Streber's hunched shoulders of adorable shame, his little toothy frown, all of it makes it so hard to stay even just mildly perturbed with the man.

So Kevin uncrosses his arms, making a big show of sighing in defeat. With his hands now free, he grabs his coffee and takes a big sip as if it were a shot. His tongue and throat are scalded but such is the penance for being a whiny bitch all day.

“Alright, alright. You’re forgiven,” he says, coughing up hot air from the shot. “Can’t exactly fault you for wanting to go shopping with Halloween so close.” Kevin sets his cup down on the table and offers Streber a quick little smile before he’s frowning once again. Not his fault he’s cursed with resting bitch face.

In hindsight, it was pretty dumb of Kevin to walk past the Walmart with Streber—the windows decorated in all their hallowed eve glory—and not expect his Halloween fanatic of a boyfriend to not want to go in. So if you really think about it, Kevin messed up his own date plans. Not Streber and his compulsive need to get everything Halloween ready for his annual haunted house.

Streber perks up instantly at the sight of Kevin’s tiny smile, straightening in his seat so fast he crinkles his shopping bags again. Kevin doesn’t mind this time. He rolls his eyes much more playfully this time. The haunted house will be epic after all.

Streber takes his red velvet hot chocolate with much more pep in his step than when he first sat down. “So you’ll help, right?” He takes the lid off and sets it aside as per usual. The fangs get in the way of using to-go lids. (Kevin used to tell him to just take the fangs out but Streber always refuses, saying they’re real, so Kevin doesn’t waste his breath anymore) before taking a big sip, whip cream coating his top lip. Any trace of dark lipstick Streber may have had is now covered by the stuff.

“With what? Your haunted house?” Kevin goes for his cup again. He takes a smaller sip than before, his tongue still stinging.

The cafe is warm compared to the autumn air outside. His hand is especially hot—the coffee and all—but he doesn’t mind. It’s not loud but Kevin does keep hearing small little snippets of conversation from the other tables around him. The cafe is a much better date destination than fuckin’ Walmart.

“Of course. What else, silly? Gotta make sure the place is ready for all the trick-or-treaters.” Streber is practically rattling his seat, he’s so excited about Halloween.

That or all the sugar from his hot chocolate. Kevin has no idea how Streber stomachs the stuff. Though that probably has to do with him being surrounded by candy all day and thought of any more turns Kevin’s stomach like nothing else.

Still, there’s something tempting about the whip cream on Streber’s lip. Kevin leans over the tiny tabletop and beckons with his finger. “C’mere,” he says calmly, not giving away any of his intentions.

Streber leans in just as Kevin asks, more confused than anything else. “What is it? Something on my face—oh!”

Just as he thought, the whip cream isn’t good at all. It’s sweet—with a hint of wax? Must be the lipstick—and it’s warm compared to Streber’s ice cold lips, a rather unpleasant dichotomy but Kevin couldn’t give less of a fuck. He kisses Streber gently at first but something compels him to go as far as lick the whip cream away. Was probably the adorable little squeak Streber made earlier.

Kevin pulls back before he can be considered a deviant. The look of flushed surprise on Streber’s face makes all the risk worth it though. Kevin smirks, using his thumb to wipe away the excess of cream on his own top lip all while holding Streber’s gaze. He licks his thumb clean, looking down at the table for a napkin innocently.

“Yeah. You had something on your face.” Kevin doesn’t find any napkins so he just dries his thumb on his jeans before taking an innocent sip of his lukewarm coffee. “And sure. I’ll help with the haunted house.”

#spooky month #kevin spooky month #spooky month streber #streber x kevin #candybats #fanfic #coffee shop date #spooky month fanfic #romance

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 2 years

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For your silly Descendants prompts, Jade drops by and gives Jay his eels back while he's on a date with Lonnie?

This was fun! Even though Jade proceeds to curse Jay to the next week and then flirt with Lonnie. You know, like you do. The cousins used the same survival tactic on the Isle, after all.

To say that Lonnie is slightly confused would be an understatement, though.

I hope you enjoy this!

You see, Lonnie has finally persuaded Jay to do a normal date for once. No crazy warrior training, not even regular sparring, no parkour, no dance clubs so loud you can barely hear your own thoughts – though to be fair, all of these do make for rather enjoyable dates, and the dance clubs are in fact Lonnie’s favourite.

But a coffee shop date could be nice, too, right? It’s always great to try new things and she is fairly certain Jay has never been on a proper coffee shop date.

So.

They’re sitting in the booth, quietly sipping their coffee, and, yeah, well, discussing the best strategies for their upcoming ROAR match.

It’s pretty fun, actually, and Jay holds her hand most of the time, running his thumb over her knuckles back and forth. Overall, a nice date.

Up he suddenly tenses, staring somewhere behind her shoulders and at the entrance – of course he wanted to see the doors – and starts swearing.

„Hide me,“ he demands in a whisper, ducking behind a hilariously tiny printed menu.

Of course, Lonnie immediately turns to see for herself what is happening.

But she sees nothing unusual? Only a girl with long dark hair and a leather jacket over her shoulders? Well, she does have some scars over her exposed arms, so she’s probably of the Isle? Maybe there is some grievance between her and her boyfriend she is not aware of?

The girl heads to their table without any hesitation and drops her backpack on it with suspiciously heavy thud. Jay stopped trying to hide behind the menu and is now looking at the girl with awkward half-smirk.

„Hi, Jade!“ he says, finally regaining his footing a bit, „Long time no see!“

„And whose fault is that, fucker?“

„Sorry?“ Jay grins sheepishly, „There is no team in I?“

„Whatever,“ Jade snorts, somewhat amused? And Lonnie is starting to get a bit lost in what on earth is going on.

„I still think you are a moron, but I’ve got something for you.“

At that, Jay immediately backs away, not even trying to be inconspicuous. Lonnie decides she’s safer off copying him, as one never knows how dangerous exactly the gifts from the Isle children are gonna be. She has learned the hard way, after all.

Freddie Facilier and CJ Hook. Do not ask.

Jade snorts again.

„It’s Lagan and Derelict, you dimwit. If I wanted you dead, you’d be already.“

Well, that’s reassuring.

Jay lifts his eyebrow at him and Jade, unfortunately, continues, smiling sweetly:

„Or not. I might want to take my sweet sweet time… You know me too well, cousin.“

Ok, how bad would it look if Lonnie just got up and left? Probably very, right? It would be rude.

„Fine,“ says Jay, „Give them to me.“

So Jade unzips her backpack and takes out a glass jar, filled with water and crammed with two electric eels, who seem to be glaring quite angrily at both of the girls. And, excuse me, what?!

Why-?!

„I missed you,“ whispers Jay, cooing and tapping at the glass affectionately.

„Fucker,“ says Jade just under her breath, smiling, and Lonnie is fairly sure Jay didn’t even hear hear, although it’s always hard to tell with him.

„I don‘t believe we’ve been formally introduced,“ she says, looking between the two cousins.

„Right,“ Jay perks up, „Meet Lagan and Derelict, my electric eels! Gorgeous, aren’t they?“

…That’s not exactly what Lonnie meant, but she will take it.

Lagan and Derelict.

Sure.

„Those little fuckers bit me when I tried to feed them!“ Jade complains, „They must take after you!“

„Aww, but don’t be so touchy, treasure, they must like you!“

„And they show their love by nearly biting off my fingers?!“

„If they didn’t like you, they’d shock you into next week.“

Lonnie carefully backs away from the glass jar a bit more. She doesn’t fancy being electrocuted.

Jay bumps his leg into hers and tells her he is sure they’ll like her. Lonnie nods, not really comforted, as she doesn’t fancy having her fingers bit off either.

Jay continues with the introductions, by introducing the human beings at least.

„Lonnie, meet my lovely cousin, Jade. Jade, this is my girlfriend, Lonnie.“

Lonnie nods her head in a polite half-bow and is quite insulted when Jade not only doesn‘t reciprocate the courtesy, which she expected, but doesn’t greet her at all. She just stares, Lonnie feels her eyes travelling up and down her body, and it is not entirely comfortable, really. She can’t decide whether she is being measured up as a potential opponent and enemy, or, well, the other thing. It’s not a completely pleasant feeling either way.

With no regards for Lonnie’s feelings, Jade turns back to Jay and blanky states that „she can do better,“ leaving Jay sputtering.

„Excuse me,“ interjects Lonnie, appalled, „I’m right here!“

Jade turns back to her, her posture and demeanour shifted ever so slightly. Lonnie tries very hard to not focus on the cleavage Jade is suddenly showing her.

Turns out that looking at her lips isn’t all that better.

She glances at Jay, mentally conveying something like „What the fuck is happening,“ and he just shrugs. Lonnie kicks him into the shrin under the table, which leaves him entirely unbothered, that bastard.

And meanwhile, Jade continues talking:

„No, excuse me, gorgeous,“ she practically purrs, „What I meant to say was: You can do better.“

Jade digs around in one of her seemingly bottomless pockets, her eyes never leaving Lonnie’s, and moments later, she gently takes Lonnie’s wrist in her hand, holding it lightly enough that Lonnie could jerk away anyway. But she is too stunned to do that.

„And if you ever get tired of him, well…“ Jade continues, writing something on Lonnie’s skin – at least that’s what Lonnie thinks is happening, that tickling, that could only be a pen gliding on her skin, right? Jade’s fingers are warm and Lonnie still doesn’t pull away. She manages to kick Jay again, though.

But if he says something, Jade ignores him completely.

„…I’ll be right there. You can call me anytime, beautiful.“ She has the audacity to wink at Lonnie before she shows Jay a rather rude gesture, takes her bag and walks away, swinging her hips entirely too much.

As soon as she is a few feet away, Lonnie turns at Jay and whispers furiously: She wants to know what on earth was that?!

„That was Jade,“ answers Jay entirely too easily, „Don’t worry, she does that to everyone.“

Excuse me what?

„Now, check if you still have all your stuff, you know, watches, credit card, wallet, necklaces, all that jazz.“

What?!

…Oh. Right. Isle. Thieves. Jafar’s Junk Shop.

Bewildered, Lonnie does as directed, and discovers that she is one bracelet short. Instead, she has a telephone number written on her wrist with a lipstick-pen.

„Did she just…-“ Lonnie lacks words to describe what just happened.

Jay does not.

„Yes, she did. Don’t worry, I can get it back,“ he says, already standing up, „Take care of Lagan and Derelict for me, will you?“

With that, Jay exits the shop and Lonnie can hear only Jade’s gleeful cackles as he chases her down the street.

Well, this date was… certainly something, she ponders, sipping her already cold coffee.

#disney descendants #jay descendants #li lonnie #jade descendants #fanfic #coffee shop date #that went slightly astray

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siilverwiitch · 1 year

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Chapters: 2/? Relationships: Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Summary:

“One of these days ill stump you” I really couldn’t bring myself to be mad about his correct guess. It’s mostly because he enjoys my stories regardless.

“One day” he begins looking around “Where’s Karl?” I point to the cupboard behind us, hidden behind a pile of books and half-written manuscripts. The only sign of the raccoon was a striped tail peeking out from behind the pile.

“He’s been there for most of the afternoon. I haven’t had the heart to disturb him”

#bungou gay dogs #bungou stray dogs #ranpo edogawa #bsd edgar allan poe #gay gay homosexual gay #coffee shop date #Poe showing off to Ranpo is my whole personality #ranpoe

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thatsuccubabe · 6 months

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Sext: do you want to go to the book store? I'll buy you an iced coffee and any books you want

#be still my beating vagina #coffee and books #best date idea ever #in the springtime you better add a trip to the plant shop in there too #my thoughts

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snixkers · 2 months

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Pen on Paper

Pairing: Spencer Reid × GN!Reader

Fluff

Content Warnings: None, literal pure fluff

Summary: You and your boyfriend have a study date in a coffee shop, but your methods differ.

Author's Note: My inbox has tumbleweeds blowing through it atm, so I'm digging this out of my drafts!

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN

I quickly gathered up my laptop and textbooks when I checked the time, checking my appearance in the mirror as I made my way to my car. The Civic was ancient, but it still got me where I needed to be. Unfortunately, my boyfriend did not share the same sentiment, preferring to use public transportation.

I rolled my eyes at the thought of a germaphobe so adverse to driving he’d get on a train with complete strangers, but I decided to let it go. After all, he was the one who had offered to take me out on a study date. As a grad student, I would take any opportunity to get ahead. Who better than a man with an eidetic memory and 3 PhDs?

Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I weaved through the streets of downtown DC to meet him where he had requested, a small local cafe that was able to satiate his sweet tooth. I parked and hopped out of my car, materials in hand for a long night of memorization.

He smiled when he saw me, the corners of his eyes crinkling softly as he opened the door.

Despite his awkward behavior, manners were not lost on him. We entered the shop hand in hand, scanning over the menu (although he got through it much faster) and stepping up to order. He got a black coffee with 6 teaspoons of sugar, and I decided on something a little less nauseating.

We chose a booth in the back corner, somewhere we could have some privacy in our own little academic bubble. I set my bags on the floor beside me, taking a sip of my drink and pulling out my laptop. I noticed the wrinkle of his nose, smirking as I realized he was likely judging me.

“What?”

He shook his head innocently, pulling out some papers for his own work at the BAU.

“Nothing, I just think you’d do better with physical materials.”

You smiled, picking up his pen and clicking it a couple of times.

“We don’t all work at lightning speed.”

He bit his lip, and I could practically see the wheels in his head turning as he plucked a new fact from the depths of his memory.

“Actually, although it’s faster to type, writing allows you to tap into tactile information recall.”

You snorted in acknowledgement. Of course he had something to back his opinions up with.

As any genius would.

“You’d use a typewriter if you could.”

He pulled out some files, looking them over.

“I have one at my apartment, but I ran out of ink a while ago.”

You just sighed, conceding defeat and moving back to your work, typing rapidly as you worked on your essay. He sat across from you, doing the same thing with his notes, although he occasionally switched his papers to shield you from anything too messy.

He thought of everything.

After a while, you felt a tap on your shoulder, and a note dropped onto your keyboard. You unfolded it, reading the messy chicken scratch.

‘You can’t pass notes on a laptop.’

You narrowed your eyes, stealing his pen to come up with a response.

‘it’s called an email’

He shook his head, his hand flying across the paper before he held it out for you.

‘Emails can always be tracked. Notes have to be destroyed.’

You smiled softly at the sentiment, slipping the note into your pocket before turning back to your work.

“You’re distracting me.”

He sighed, returning to his seat and fiddling with his pen.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?”

You nodded, determined to make this paper your own. But after a few minutes of typing, the rhythmic tapping was dragging your eyelids down. The words were sliding off the page, and the backlight did nothing for your eyestrain. After you failed to stifle a yawn, he looked back up at you with a look that screamed ‘I told you so’.

“Come on, it’s late. You can’t perform as well academically if you stay up all night to finish it.”

You tried to protest, but your own body betrayed you with another yawn. With your acceptance, he gathered up your things and stored them neatly in your bag.

You were half asleep as you left the cafe, but you pretended not to notice as he slipped a notebook and his pen into the tote for future study dates.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fanfiction #writers on tumblr #fanfic #reqs open #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #study date #coffee shop

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lost-in-beacon-hills · 9 months

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#fanfic #fanfic tropes #soulmate au #kid fic #enemies to lovers #coffee shop #hanahaki #fake dating #friends to lovers #one bed #ao3 #poll #ao3 poll #fanfic poll #sterek #everlark #marichat #steddie #reddie

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studymoons · 2 months

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more of life lately!

i’m still in my dedicated study period for my board exams. i think as the exam gets nearer, my IBS gets worse but that’s life i suppose. i’m still spending my mornings working and sneaking some fun in by doing coffee study dates with friends at a favorite local spot of mine (i’m very nearly a regular!) and relaxing with some crafting, baking, and exercising in the evening! personally, i think going to the gym is very fun but maybe it’s bc i think of all the machines as a sort of playground. whatever works i guess! in terms of reading, im reading the white album by joan didion on my own and the man who died twice (sequel to the thursday murder club) by richard osman with my boyfriend and enjoying both of them so far. if anyone has any books they’d like to recommend, please let me know! my fave genres are lighthearted classics, gothic literature, and whatever genre my year of rest and relaxation is (if you enjoyed rest and relaxation, then i’d highly recommend berlin by bea setton - i was previously recommended bunny by mona awad in the same vein and it did not impress me)

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comfyymoon · 2 years

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platonic dates. platonic dates. platonic dates. let's go to a bookstore together, let's just buy some coffee, let's go eat our favourite food together, let's buy each other flowers, let's write poems for each other, let's write letter to each other, let's go shopping together, let's go on a walk together, let's just go buy groceries together, let's just get some juice and sit on stairs, let's go to the movies, let's go for a hike. let's just be together.

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bigtreefest · 2 months

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Touch My Butt

Pairing: Jake Jensen x reader one-shot

Summary: Dating Jake is great, he’s such a gentleman

Word count: 1,506

Content/warnings: mostly fluff, is this what a meet-cute is?, allusions to smut if you squint, the lightest thigh grinding, adorkable awkward Jake, accidental pervy statements, butt-touching, I don’t think I used any pronouns (aka gn!reader), no use of Y/N

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for awhile, and it’s one of those things that came out pretty much exactly how I had it in my head, so that makes me really happy.

Who doesn’t love a hot nerd who doesn’t know he’s hot??

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You and Jake had been going out for nearly a couple of months now. You had met originally at a coffee shop where he had complimented your pants, standing behind you as you both were waiting for your drinks.

“Hey, I really like your pants. So many pockets. And the buttons are really cool on the back ones, here.”

You slowly turned around, eyes trailing up from a slim waist to a broad chest, and eventually a pair of blue eyes, tucked behind glasses, just as they started to go wide with realization at what he had said.

“Oh my gosh, I-uh, not that I was looking at your back pockets on purpose, I mean- I didn’t mean to look at your butt at all- not at you at all”

His cheeks began to tinge red and his gaze was glued to the floor, scared to look back up at your eyes, worried for the confrontation that could come from his awkwardness and inability to read the room. His buff arm was rubbing the back of his neck, bicep bulging as you dipped your head in an attempt to meet his gaze.

You instantly giggled “It’s okay. I think I know what you’re trying to say. Thank you for the compliment, I really like these pants, too.”

You turned back around before you got the chance to embarrass yourself in front of the hot, dorky stranger just as your name was called. You grabbed your drink, turned and winked at him, and left to continue the errands on your list, heading to the grocery store.

You were making your way through the produce aisles, figuring out which fruits and vegetables would be best for your meals for the next couple weeks when your eyes landed on the sign for an amazing deal on peaches.

You pushed your cart towards the display and grabbed a bag, examining for varying degrees of ripeness so you could have some sooner, and others wouldn’t peak until next week. Just then you heard the stray squeaky wheel of a cart stop behind you, thinking it was just another shopper going about their business until you heard a familiar voice.

“That’s a nice peach. You like peaches? Wait! No- I, uh, that wasn’t supposed to come out so creepy like that.”

You did your best to suppress a laugh as you paused your produce search and whipped around to see the man from the coffee shop bent at the waist with his head in his hands resting on the handle of his grocery cart. His frosted tips the only thing left on display to you.

“So, uh, is all you’re capable of doing…making allusions to my ass?”

From behind his hands, you heard a muffled “no” before he wiped his palms down his face and looked at you sheepishly. “I don’t know why that keeps happening. I really just wanted to start a conversation with you. And I promise I’m not stalking you either, I’m just out running errands today.”

“Wow, you really know how to convince a girl you’re not an axe murderer, that’s for sure.” Your eyebrows raised, but there was still a smile on your face. You believed him. He seemed genuine.

“I promise I’m not! And I promise I’ll never talk about your butt again” He bursted out, hopeful that he wasn’t blowing this. “Can I, um prove it to you? Over coffee? I mean- n-not now, obviously, you’ve still got your cup-”

“Yes.” In an attempt to save him from his adorable rambling you interjected. “Yes, I’d like to see you again, sure. In a more planned manner. But how about dinner? Tomorrow night?”

“Oh, yes, that’s perfect.” You watched as he stood up taller, shoulders back in a new-found cockiness, and grabbed a peach off the display. He tossed it up in the air and caught it in his hand a few times before you cleared your throat gently to get his attention again.

“So do you want to exchange numbers? So we can figure out the details later?” He went to reach for his phone, losing focus on the peach and fumbling it, grasping as it fell out of reach and you both watched it splat at his feet almost in slow motion.

He bent down and picked it up, placing the newly lopsided peach in his cart. “I, uh, I’ll pay for that.” He rubbed his neck again in embarrassment and looked down, scared to make eye contact. Sensing his nervousness to take another step and mess up again, you softly grabbed the phone from his hands and replaced it with your own. The two of you put your contacts into the other’s phone and handed them back.

“Ah, well, it’s nice to meet you officially,” you looked down at the new contact “…Jake. I’ll message you soon.” He was speechless and still red with embarrassment, so he just stood there and waved with a grin on his face as you left the produce and made your way to the frozens.

Dinner with Jake was great once the two of you had loosened up a little. Conversation flowed easily and you were caught up in his charm that you were sure he didn’t even know he had. This led to another date later in the week at the science center, followed by three other dates the next week, until the two of you were at one another’s apartments each night of the following.

You truly enjoyed spending time together, but you could tell Jake was trying to keep some respectful distance. He’d hold your hand when you walked or drove together, or occasionally put his hand on the small of your back, but it rarely went past that, besides the occasional times where you’d smack his butt and he’d look at you with a playful warning glare. You couldn’t help yourself, it was just so plump. It didn’t necessarily seem to go the other way, though. The one time the two of you had come close to having a heated make out session, he left his hands on your waist while yours roamed through his hair. He did look delicious with it all messed up, though, pairing well with his fogged up, crooked glasses.

Besides that, he would sit on the opposite side of your small 3-seater couch from you, allowing your legs to be tangled, and not much more. That’s what was going on tonight. It was Friday and Jake had come over for a movie marathon. You hoped this would lead to being closer to him, but he seemed enthralled with what was on the screen.

You had gotten up to get snacks, and when you came back, you plopped yourself down right next to Jake, hip to hip. He didn’t seem to mind at all. Maybe he was just trying to do everything on your terms? You snuggled up against him, lifting his arm and placing it over your shoulder, and he let you, for the rest of the movie.

Once the credits began to roll, he groggily stretched and you looked over your shoulder and up at him through your eyelashes. He smirked back down at you. Oh man, how he loved that look. He leaned down do give you a peck. This was your opportunity to push it a little farther, so you shifted to straddle his thigh.

“Is this ok?” He looked up at you in response as his hands gravitated to your waist.

“Yeah, baby. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

You placed a hand on his cheek. “If I’m so perfect, why don’t you touch me ever?”

He looked back at you intently, eyebrows furrowed. “What are you talking about? I’m touching you right now.”

You giggled and rolled your eyes playfully. “Yeah, respectfully. You always touch me respectfully.”

His cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah, uh, I want you to know I respect you. And that I’m not trying to sexualize you, especially after my accidental pervy statements when we first met.”

You smiled and shook your head at him, leaning down so your foreheads met as you squeezed his cheeks softly. “And I appreciate that, I really do. You’ve been nothing but a gentleman and I see the reverence in your gaze. I hope you see it in mine, too… And how many times do I have to tell you? I didn’t really think you were a perv” you giggled quietly, still meeting his gaze, “I found it endearing.”

You sat back up and lowered your hands to grab his wrists, guiding his palms to snake around your back and down lower over the back pockets of your jeans.

“And I want you to know, it’s okay to sexualize me a little bit. Touch. My. Butt.” You punctuated with pecks, before leaning in and kissing him hard. He returned the passion with a moan, kneading where you had placed his hands and you ground against him as your hands moved back up to tousle his hair.

*screech* I love Jakey. Thank you for reading