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vegetacide · 5 years

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Coffee..

Veg note: OK trying my hand at a one shot shorty...excuse any typos. They are completely mine as I have done very little editing and I wanted to challenge myself to see if I could actually manage a short and get it posted all in one night..

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Kirsten the barista hated the Sunday morning crowd. It was full of emo wankers who either bitched about the web access being slow while milking their one and only cup of Americana, stood on their chairs trying to get the ‘best’ picture of their mocha and biscotti for which they would spend way too much time applying filters and hashtag the hell out of it or sit at their tables and vlog about the latest fashion trends seen on whatever carpet had just been walked up. All ostentatious bullshit that drove her nuts.

The emos didn’t tip, the food gurus bitched about their not being enough poppy seed to cookie ration and the fashionista wanna-be’s flicked their long, fake hair extensions all over the place. Why she continued to work at this place was beyond her.. Though the hours were generally good and the owner only sometimes tried to peek down her top when she was wiping the tables clean.

Jessica was the only other good thing about the place. She was her best friend for who knows how many years at this point and was her roomie to butt. They shared a tiny, little walk up about 2 blocks over that was rent controlled…a rarity in this day and age and they loved the city of New York.

Mixing stuck up coffees for all these fidiots was just a way for her to stay here and enjoy the crazy city. For a few hours each day, she came here, farted around with her bestie and snickered behind her hand at the crowd of the most irritating bunch of jack asses the work could spew out.

Jessica gave her a hip check as she walked by pulled Kirsten from her musings and she turned around and swatted at her with her dish towel.

“Are you even listening to me?” Jessica rolled her eyes

“You lost me at ‘OMG, do you know what Craig did?’ after that I pretty much blanked out.” Kirsten replied and a smirk on her ruby red lips, flicking her long, dark braid over her shoulder.

“Oh my god, you are such a bitch.” Jess shook her head.

“Oh you know you looooovvve me.” Kirsten batted her eyelashes all dramatically. “Besides, you know how I feel about that dick wad.”

‘I know, I know but he has such a great…” Jessica’s sentence trailed off.

“Has a what? Great personality?” Receiving no reply, Kirsten turned to her friend. Coffee cup seaming in her hand as she passed it off to one of their regulars.

Jessica whacked her arm a few times with the back of her hand.

“OK, I get it. You like the guys ass but do you really have…”

Jessica yanked on her hair and caused Kirsten to yelp. “Ouch, Jessica. What the fu…” as she spun around on the spot and all thoughts in her head ceased.

The bell above the door chimed a merry jingle as the sexiest thing that ever graced the face of the planet stepped into the coffee house. “Oh thank the powers that be…” Kirsten whispered, fanning her face, “He’s back..”

Warn, brown leather creaked across his broad shoulders as he lifted a thickly muscled arm and plucked the dark aviators from his face, revealing the warmest, richest mahogany eyes Kirsten had ever seen.

Heat suffusing her cheeks as her eyes wandered from the top of his gorgeous midnight black hair, down his muscled limbs and unbelievably trim waist, over low slung designer jeans that hugged thick, tight thighs to the tips of his scuffed combat boots and back up again.

The shadow of a beard darkened the strong line of his jaw and the easy smile that curved up his perfect lips made her knees week. This.. this right here was why she continued to work at this shitty place. Screw everything else.. If she never lived to see another day after today she would die happy just by serving this dark haired Adonis a cup of crappy, overpriced coffee.

As he strolled up to the counter, tucking his glasses into the pocket of his plaid shirt he met her eyes and his smile widened. Jessica sank her elbow into her side. “I call dibs.” she whispers.

Kirsten picked her jaw off the floor and pounced on her friend. “Hell no! You got Craig.. This one is mine.” And shoved her friend out of the way, jumping behind the register so she could ring in his order. She plastered her best ‘Please take me home with you’ smile on her face and puffed up her b-cups.

“Welcome to the Steamed Bean. Can I take your order?” Please let me have your children, she tacked on in her head. Right here on the counter. I don’t care, the emos can watch.

The voice that greeted her ears almost made her lose it right there at the counter. The soft baritone of it sent shivers down her spine all the way to her toes and a heat lit up her insides. “Hey, um.. I’d like a venti chai latte and a venti cappuccino- heavy on the expresso, please.”

“Right away. Can I offer you one of our signature biscotti?” She pointed to the glass covered tray beside her. “Best in New York”

An arched brow as he looked at the baked good nearly sent her to the floor. Who had brows that epic?! Really, and that charming little scar didn’t detract from his appeal in the least.

“Best in New York, huh? Well,I can’t very well pass that up can I?” The smirk.. Oh god that smirk.

Hold it together girl, you can do it, “Sex.. erm sorry I mean six or would you like a baker’s dozen?”

Dark and incredibly handsome chuckled at the slip up, a light red bloomed across his the top of his high cheeks but he didn't comment on it. “Let’s make it a dozen.. They look really good and I skipped breakfast.”

“Sure, coming right up.” Nearly tripping over her own feet she scampered about and bumped in her room mate.. Erm what was her name? Right, Jessica, who handed her a take out container for the baked goods and got to grinding the beans for the expresso shots.

“What name should I put on this?” She asked grabbing up the necessary paper insulated cups and breaking out a sharpie.

The hotness shrugged, “V is fine” and pulled his wallet from his pocket.

Kirsten smiled wide and put the black permanent marker to use. Finishing up his order, she tucked his drinks into a tray and handy it to him.

“What do I owe you”

“Oh, it’s on the house. Special of the day.” She said, leaning over the counter

“Uh… thanks.” Came a slightly confused response as he collected up everything. “Appreciate that.”

Turning, his back to the counter he weaved his way through the line up towards the door and Kirsten - like every other red blooded woman in the place, even the emo ones - watched as he went. That was a fine back side if ever she had seen one.

She continued to watch as he pushed open the door and stepped outside, fanning herself as naughty thoughts that would be better left at home danced through her head. Just as the line was starting to get crusty with the barista’s lack of attention, Jessica came over to her.

“So… “ She almost begged for details.

“I think I lost my virginity all over again.”

Jessica gawked at her.

“Oh.. and I wrote my number on his cup..”

“Oh you sly fox.” Her friend barked out a laugh. Eyeing the next customer that was looking at their watch as if the thing could change the course of history and make the women behind the counter better employees. “Shit, I sure hope he comes back again.” Jessica sighed dreamily

“Me too” Kirsten sighed back and turned around to face the hordes.

8-8-8

Virgil stepped out from the coffee shop and expertly made his way through the traffic to the Audi R8 parked at the curb. Setting the cup tray on the roof and holding out the bag of sugary goodness to the love of his life, he leaned in for a kiss.

Kay lips curved up in a secret smile as she took the bag from him and peeked inside. “Mmm biscotti, my favourite.”

“Weirdest thing happened..?”

“Oh?” She asked with a quirked brow.

“”Barista gave me my order for free.. Said it was the special of the day.” He pulled his cup from the tray and leaned back against the sports car beside her.. “How a place can stay open if they give everything away is beyond me.” He pondered and took a sip of his hot beverage.

Kay stared at him and blinked, lips pursing a bit in displeasure as she watched him raise the hastily scrawled upon cup up for a sip. “Really? I wonder why oh why they would do that...?” She knew damn well why, her own eyes going down his fine form and she blushed as she thought about why they had missed breakfast this morning.

“No idea.. “

Leaning up again she placed a kiss on his cheek and rolled her eyes as she sneaked a hand into his pants pocket to snag the keys.

Virgil sucked in a breath as her questing fingers found things other then his keys. “Tanusha..” he growled, eyes darting around.

Kayo laughed as she freed the keys and darted around the car. “Come on, oh clueless wonder. We gotta get back before Scott’s head explodes.”

Virgil just shook his head, he would never understand the opposite sex. Grabbing up the coffee tray he slipped in the passenger seat beside her and off they went with a squeal of tires.

Part 2

#thunderbird #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #kayo kyrano #virgil/kayo #give that man a coffee #bring coffee #barista #drool worthy

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baker-street-irregulars-recs · 7 years

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Vol. 5: January Recommendations

Aaaand, we’re back for another month of irregular recs! Click below for the list!

The Pure and Simple Truth by 221b_hound | @221b-hound

Rating: Mature

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Pairing: Eventual Sherlock/John

Summary: The truth wasn’t always beautiful, but it was theirs. The truth of Sherlock and John and Mary; the truth of siblings and the terrible things they did. It wasn’t pure or simple, but it was what it was.

Crickette’s Note: I know I’ve rec’d other stories by 221b_hound. I absolutely want to visit her Captain’s of Industry AU. I would have to say that her Lock and Key series is probably in my top 5 all time most favorite fan writing in this fandom.

This is a break from my usual rec a fic. I am rec’ing the series. I believe that like her other series 221b_hound will weave masterful storytelling and that after S4 this will be the very series a lot of us will want to glom on to. Her characterization of Holmes and Watson is in my opinion what is going on under the surface of the show. So give it a read, yeah? (Also read Lock and Key, Unkissed, Captains of Industry.) (Do it.) (Right now.)

The Liquid Measure of Your Steps by Mazarin221b | @mazarin221b

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Pairing: Sherlock/John Watson

Summary: The murder of a young alpha dancer at a posh omega club gives John and Sherlock a peek into the shadier side of the entertainment industry, where young, unsuppressed alphas are left as vulnerable targets to any omega intent on using their own bond compulsion against them.

Crickette’s Note: So this story is from Alpha/Omega Universe. I adore this. None of the issues with consent. The banter between Sherlock and John is some of my favorite. It reads real. “Animate Cock!” I just wanted to say that. Anyway, I have read this story more than once. This story might be my go too when I read bad A/O and I need eyeball bleach. I wanted to rec this because I really enjoy the universe that she creates and would love to see more from it.

Where the Good Things Grow by Anchors

Rating: Mature

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/ John Watson

Summary: "I have a magic garden."

As come-ons go, John's heard worse.

Crickette’s Note: Hands down this story is magical and lovely. The writer uses bright descriptions that make you visualize exactly where you are. Plus it’s magic tea. I love tea. Especially magic tea. The writing is very lyrical and I enjoyed it. I keep thinking. It was beautiful.. Sorry you’re going to have to read it to understand. I can’t quite capture it and that is a good thing in this case.

Fire and Ice by Laur | @notesoflore

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/ John Watson

Summary: They hadn’t seen each other since Autumn, when John’s power had been fading and Sherlock’s growing. Now that it was Spring, the balances were shifting again, and Sherlock drank in the signs of John’s increasing vitality. The Summer King’s hair, dulled silver during the cold Winter months, was beginning to sprout threads of gold again; the skin peeking out of his warm clothing, too pale still, was regaining its bronzed tones.

“It’s been a long Winter,” John accused, his words billowing into the air. Sherlock inhaled deeply, pulling that damp, Summer-sweet cloud into his lungs. “Your eyes are as icy as ever, but I swear,” he pulled a hand from his coat pocket and reached up, “every Spring, when I touch you…” His burning hot fingertips brushed Sherlock’s frozen cheek, and the Winter King gasped, a shudder rippling through his body as his gaze bore into John’s, “…they melt.”

Crickette’s Note: Lymphadei and I talk a lot about this list and we usually start the month off with.. Well this is what I’m thinking… and Oh yeah that’s a great fic, have you read this one? When I got the notification that this was posted (I subscribe to Laur and you should too!) I told myself to wait because I was working on something. But then Lymphadei linked me. So I took it as kismet and read it. As soon as I finished I sent her a message. I CALL DIBS IT'S MINE! I’M REC’ING IT!!! It’s all ok because I think she has a Laur story she is rec’ing this month too! The magical realm this is set in it just perfect. I love the idea of them as these fey creatures. I would love to see more from this universe. Especially if there is more Johnlock. It's hard to explain without giving total spoilers.

Like Relationship Counseling (But with Bruises) by PoppyAlexander | @fuckyeahfightlock

Rating: Mature

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Pairing: Sherlock/John

Summary: "God, you filthy bugger."

Crickette’s Note: I actually told a friend that this story was so fucking hot that everyone should read it and cuddlefuck it. Yep. Cuddlefuck this. The banter is perfect, the back and forth between John and Sherlock is sexy as fuck. Oh and it's switchlock at its very best. So fun for everyone. I absolutely adore PoppyAlexander’s work.. I tend to try and savor her work, so I stop myself from binge reading each thing, its more like I find it when I find it and then remind myself not to go crazy. I do reread a lot of her stuff… One day I will have read it and I will be sorry. You can’t go back and read something for the first time all over again. But you? You should binge read everything she does. Its brilliant.

The Seafarer; or, A question of Time by DoubleNegative | @onethousandhurrahs

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sherlock/John

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Summary: “Put two ships in the open sea, without wind or tide, and, at last, they will come together. Throw two planets into space, and they will fall one on the other. Place two enemies in the midst of a crowd, and they will inevitably meet; it is a fatality, a question of time, that is all.” - Jules Verne The Indian Ocean, 1880: John H. Watson, MD, meets Sherlock Holmes and is deduced.

Lymphadei’s note: Anything written by DoubleNegative is, in my opinion, a gift from the Johnlock gods. Throw in a bit of history and forbidden romance, and I am living! If the sexual tension is not enough to get your blood pumping, then a good villain and background sapphic romance should do the trick. The build-up is slow and pleasure is deferred, but the story is well worth the wait.

The OtherWorld by Laur | @notesoflore

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Sherlock/John

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Summary: Dealing with a personal loss, the grieving Holmes family moves to the Pink Palace Apartments, out in the middle of nowhere. Sherlock hates it - the boring house, the weird neighbours and especially his newfound stalker John. But then he's lured through a secret passageway to a whole OtherWorld, where nothing is ever boring and everything is as it should be, and embarks on an adventure that could mean leaving the real world behind forever. A Coraline fusion.

Lymphadei’s note: Soooo, I love Coraline??? So when I saw this, I screamed? Like, is that even normal? Obviously, Laur’s works have become quite a favorite for Crickette and I. The writing is always beautiful and the plots, intriquing. The OtherWorld was no different. Laur simply took a brilliant movie and made it her own in a quite a clever and enjoyable way. The more I gush, the more I give away, but if you’ve seen Coraline, then you’ll have a basic idea of where the story goes. Just don’t get too comfortable.

W.A.T.S.O.N. by nondeducible | @nondeducible

Rating: Gen

Pairing: Sherlock/John

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Summary: Sherlock has been called a cold, calculating and heartless machine throughout his adult life. It’s only fitting that he finds his first true friend in an Artificial Intelligence.

Lymphadei’s note: I can’t even begin to say how sweet I found this story… Okay, well obviously I can, but seriously! I love this story. Being a strongly empathetic person, sometimes to my detriment, fics like these just pull at my heartstrings. Sherlock was so alone and once again, as in every story of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, only one man (or machine) was capable of being his conductor of light. If you’ve nothing on, go read this right now. It’s a lovely AU that will leave you wanting more.

Miles to Go Before I Sleep by Cyphernaut

Rating: NR

Pairing: Sherlock/John, Greg/Mycroft

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Summary: Sherlock charges Mycroft with John's safety while he's off tearing down Moriarty's web. Mycroft takes this a step further and brings John home with him, using what he knows of Sherlock and John's (non-sexual) ageplay relationship to create an impromptu "happy family" with Greg.

Lymphadei’s note: Look, I’d just finished rereading the Wee Doctor series by Americanjedi and I needed some daddy Sherlock. I was not disappointed. It’s mostly platonic save for a bit when John is “Big.” Then, I put my slash goggles on. I would say it’s up for interpretation. For the most part, we get to see a sweet side of both Greg and Mycroft, and a John that is too cute for words. Once again, it is proven that Sherlock is willing to do anything for John, so if you’re still reeling from TLD like me, this is a wonderful read.

Perpetual Motion by Fay (Orphaned account)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sherlock/John

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Summary: Everyone thinks that they're a couple, but Sherlock's self-sexual and John's straight, so they're never going to fall in love, are they? Even if neither of them can imagine life without the other. **** Sherlock hadn’t been in the least bit cold, but he felt warm through and through when John snuggled in beside him. He wondered idly if they could stay like this forever; cuddled up in front of the fire with nothing more complex to solve than the mystery of the box in John’s pocket. “You said that had a present for me,” he murmured with his lips almost touching John’s earlobe. “A small present,” cautioned John. He reached into his dressing gown and drew out a flat box wrapped in unadorned royal blue tissue paper. “Still it’s the thought that counts.” Sherlock arched an eyebrow. “And what thought was that?”

Lymphadei’s note: So, a majority of fics I’ve recced today are fairly innocuous. Yeeeeah, not this one. Here be lots of sex. Lots. We get a bit of interesting background on Sherlock as well as front row seats to witness the developing relationship between our Baker Street Boys. There’s no “bromance” to be found here, but pure, explicit gay sex and romance between men. If that doesn’t hook you in, I don’t know what else will.

That’s all for today, folks. See ya next month!

#toplock #bottomlock #switchlock #fanfiction #fanfic #fic rec #fic reccomendation #long fic #short fic #sherlock #john #johnlock #slash fic

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