#ohh one of my ta's is also super handsome

[petasse02]

Im so sad

I learned my eye candy had a girlfriend today and that means i can't stare at him anymore

Like how am i supposed to pass time in class now, and i can't stare at another girl's boyfriend that's a no no for me

But i think it'll be okay cause in my physics class yesterday i turned around and literally saw my future husband

I love arabs and that one was WOW nice lil beard good curls now i need to see how his style is (we were sitting so i couldn't see)

The thing is im very bad with faces so i might not recognize him

But he was super pretty so if i see him on campus again ill probably still think he's super pretty

[sassyhazelowl]

Another Femslash Exchange gift, this time for @yugiohrox  I’ll never turn down a chance to write lucana. I hope you enjoy it even though I struggled with the ending and took all day to finish haha.

WC: 1339 Time: ~30 minutes + 10 minutes edit time Status: edited for typos and grammar

"Divine," came the moan from the only occupied corner of the coffee shop. The hectic, morning rush had come and gone, leaving the staff frazzled and sagging in relief it was over. Lucy's teammate had taken his thirty, leaving the shop in her capable if tired hands. "How do you do it, my Coffee Goddess?"

A flush threatened to spread across her fair skin starting at the nose and ending at the earlobes. Her whole childhood had been full of teasing for turning bright red, her spangle of freckles even more evident when lit up from below.

"What do you mean, Cana?"

After three weeks, they were on a first name basis.

"This coffee," the woman elaborated, swishing the contents of the plastic cup perilously, sprawled across the posh booth with one lazy leg over the edge and her elbow propping her up. The next motion nearly splashed over her bare, tanned skin, but she didn't seem to notice, amber eyes half lidded like a lazy cat. Lucy and Gray had both agreed she was super hot... but also super obnoxious too. Right now, the barista was tapping into her famous customer service patience, half-suspecting Cana was still a bit drunk despite the time of morning and her barely consumed coffee. "It's perfect, babe. Like, when I made ice coffee, it sucked!"

"What..." she was almost afraid to ask but curiosity got the best of her after hearing about Cana's attempts to make popcorn on the stove, "Did you do?"

"Huh? Tossed that shit, 'f course, nasty!"

"I mean, how'd you make it?" Lucy clarified as Cana sat up, curls spilling over her generous top gracefully. For all her faults as a cook, she certainly seemed to know how to command attention.

'I'm so gay,' Lucy told herself in exasperation, keeping her eyes on Cana's. 'Gray, you bastard, taking your lunch and leaving us alone after last time.'

"Oh... well, I dumped that tube-thingy in first..."

"Instant?" It came out a scandalized gasp.

"Yup. Then I dumped in the ice."

"D-dumped in... the ice...?"

Cana made a face, pert nose crinkling and laugh lines showing, "Stirred it all up 'f course, doll, I'm not a total dolt."

Lucy felt faint, like she was getting the details to a particularly horrendous crime. That poor, poor coffee. Even instant didn't deserve such a cruel fate.

"Tasted like shit," she grumbled, "And fucker was next to my pop too. Took a swig and swore off cold coffee. That's the crap they serve in god damn hell, ya get me? It's the refreshment of the fuckin' devil!"

Lucy struggled to keep her face straight. "You're drinking cold coffee now."

"Only cuz an angel offered it ta me," Cana sang, taking a chug and sighing loudly, and a bit rudely, in appreciation. Lucy lost her fight against the blush, feeling it creeping towards her neck. An angel? As if. "Damn, I came in here cuz my a/c's busted up and first thing I see is a halo, how's that for luck? And I thought to myself, you don't walk away from that, only a dumbass would, and I ain't a dumbass. Not when it comes to girls at least."

Lucy swallowed, eyes getting bigger at the brazen admission. Cana was laying it all on the table without a care, although she paused to take another chug, and Lucy fought down the urge to teach her to sip. You sipped coffee, enjoyed it. She put a ton of love and care into every cup!

"It's too hot not to have a/c," she blurted out inside. Stupid, so stupid. Any idiot with skin could tell it would melt off in this kind of weather. "Not to mention, Lucifer was an angel, so how did you know it wasn't a trap to lead you astray?"

"Girl, you could lead me into temptation any day; I'd fall from heaven with you in a heart beat, if ya don't mind pickin' me up here in purgatory." The wink she gave was so lewd and full of promise, Lucy felt a flutter and shiver in different parts of her.

The flush was plunging down, and she was sure her entire neckline was a sunset now. If it went any further, other things would be lit, and God Gray would never shut up about it. That jerk would crow about it forever, how he was right with his eagle eye.

"Haha," Lucy forced a laugh, shrill and off-key, "This shop isn't that bad, is it?"

Cana snorted but a smile played around her lips and she rattled the left over ice thoughtfully, sitting up and crossing her legs, flipflops discarded on the ground under the table. Nails painted bright red, unapologetic and dazzling, just like their owner.

"Yea, doll, it is that bad."

"Then why do you come over every day?"

Cana fixed her with a pointed look then sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes upwards and grumbling, "Too innocent. Anyone who can make that cold crapola taste like nirvana is too pure for this world. Take a hint, girlie!"

"Hint?"

"She's asking you out, Luce," Gray advised, leaning on the counter with a smirk on handsome face. How long he'd been enjoying the free show, she didn't know, but she hoped he hadn't been filming it. In general he was decent, but any time he got together with his boyfriend, he got bad ideas in his head. "I told you, she was checking you out."

"Kept hopin' for a number on a cup, you get me? Like in the movies and shit. Thought you baristas were romantics."

"Have you seen Gray?" Lucy retorted and Gray scowled in protest, "I'm romantic. You try rubbing Pyro's stinky feet every night."

"Ohh, that there's true love," Cana digged, "You sure I shouldn't go out with this guy here, babe?"

"I'm sure," Lucy replied, feeling a bit of jealousy bubble up. It was always like this; Gray was such a hog! And he knew it too, with that smirk and unbuttoned top for the customers to get hot for. "He left out the part where he trips his boyfriend to get to the shower first in the morning and puts shaving cream on his nose as a joke because Natsu sleeps like the dead."

"In light of the evidence... changed my mind. I'm stickin' with my innocent angel."

Gray shrugged, a leer on his face and a tease on the tip of his tongue. Lucy puffed out her cheeks and cut him off before he could make things work, a world-famous talent he seemed to have, especially when they went out to bars and clubs.

Stomping behind the bar, she picked up a cup and very slowly, blatantly put her number on it in big, angry, bold letters. Then she ducked down again, coming up with a small bottle of something, marching over and presenting both.

Cana straightened in surprise, mouth ajar at the gift, "For me?"

"Uh, yeah, I was going to give it to you after my shift without," she shot a dirty look towards Gray, "An audience. I'm not as dumb as you guys seem to think! I was just waiting for the right time."

Cana laughed, "Little spitfire, I like it. I'll take your offer into consideration and call ya later."

"Aggh!"

Cana rose to her feet with a surprisingly coordinating motion, sweeping Lucy into a huge, squeezing her butt in the process, and whispered in Lucy's ear in a hot, seductive puff, "If you fancy a taste of hell, little angel, my a/c's still broke. But I hear there's a good movie out... not a lot of people, very cool theater, private dark seats..."

Lucy grinned back, embarrassed but determined, but didn't answer except to pat her apron pocket where her phone peeked out in silent promise where Gray couldn't see. Cana gave one more hardy squeeze, snatching the small bottle of booze out of Lucy’s hand smoothly, before ending in a slap and sashaying out the door.

Gray gave a wolf whistle, “You landed yourself one hell of a date, Luce. I’m impressed.”

“And you know I live for your praise,” she rolled her eyes, “Shows over, back to work, you slacker. I’m taking my thirty.”

“Okay, but no sexting in the breakroom!”

“As if I’d steal your gig, boner boy. Zip your fly, Gray.”

Her laugh floated behind her as he predictably checked down guiltily but she was fiddling with her phone as she walked, as thirsty as Cana was, she made no promises.