PARTNERS IN CRIME (Yan!Bob Velseb x Reader) - discontinued

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(I'm sure you all know how x readers work, but just in case, the word keys are down there vvv)

Y/N - your name
L/N - last name
H/C - hair color
H/L - hair length
F/C - favorite color
F/F - favorite food
F/D - favorite drink
F/S - favorite sweet

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Your POV

Your name is Y/N L/N.
You just recently opened a cafe, that sort of double as a house and bakery...it was nice and cozy...when people weren't screaming at you over a latte.
Oh wouldn't you know...that's happening now!

"This latte was not made correctly! I said six leaves not four!"

Yep. This is the shit you got through every day...
You pinch the bridge of your nose and push up your reading glasses, reading over the various other orders as this lady holds up the two other people in line,
"Ma'am, I'll remake your Latte in a moment...please, I just need to get the rest of these orders..."

She stomped angrily and threw the latte at you, effectively covering you in the coffee and foam, as well as breaking the cup behind you.
You were on the verge of tears.
If you had known that you'd be treated like this over something so silly you wouldn't have followed your dream to open a cafe...
You hang your head down as she storms out, calling you some very...colorful, names...

The next person in line gave you a look of sympathy as you walk to the back to grab another change of clothes...
This is a regular thing.
After you pull the black apron on and tie it you head back to the register, you were the only worker here...nobody wanted to work here since it's so low on staff...but didn't even bother to be one of the people to HELP the shortage of staff.

the lady who gave you sympathy was still there, to your surprise.
You grab your now coffee stained note pad, pulling off all the saturated papers and pulling a pen from the cup next to you.
"And what can I get for you today ma'am?"

She was a tall, lean woman, she had long straight hair, purple hair. She was absolutely gorgeous...
"I would like two hot cocoas and...skid, sweetie, tell the nice lady what you want!"
You crane your neck to see a little kid, black hair, styled similar to the woman's, he looks no older than seven.

"Ooh! Can I have spooky cookies?!"
This kid is adorable...
You laugh to yourself and smile, "sure thing, kiddo...and what is your name Mrs?"

"Lila, and it's Ms."
"Ah...my apologies ma'am.

You write her name on both cups, readying to pour some hot cocoa into the cups from the carafe, while sliding some grippers on the cup so it wouldn't burn their hands.
It was October, so you had a special selection of spooky delicacies, strawberry pastries shaped like dead bodies, skull shaped cake pops, lava cakes that had little bat sprinkles inside, you name it.

You quickly, and carefully wrapped the sugar cookie adorned with a bat, and a second one, shaped like a bone.
It was not easy to shape them like this...but by god did it pay off...literally.
You gently place the sugar cookies in a brown paper bag, adorning a small rabbit on it as the logo of your cafe.

Just as you did this, you grab the two hot cocoa cups and snap the lids on them.
"Ms. Lila, two hot cocoas and two sugar cookies?"

She cocked an eyebrow, "wait i thought I only ordered one?"

You smile warmly, "you did, but...it is spooky month, so, they're on the house... your total is 4.85..."
The corners of your eyes wrinkled ever so slightly as you gave her a closed eye smile.
At the mention of spooky month, the little kid began doing that dance you see every now and then.

"Thank you so much! Have a nice night!" She tipped you extra, probably because she felt bad for the free cookies...you pocket the money and stare at the next customer.

"What can i do for you, sir?"
You had to slightly back up to see the man's face.
He looked a bit out of it, his hair was frazzled and he had bags under his eyes.
"J'st one of those uh...strawberry things..."

Definitely out of it...he seemed real tired...must've had a long day or something, poor guy.
You nod and walk to the back, pulling out one of the special pastries that were shaped like a corpse, strawberry filling spilling slightly out of it as you carefully put it in a plastic container and bag it.

You walk back to see the man practically about to fall asleep where he's standing.
"Here's your order sir, that will be 6.55."
You gave an empathetic smile, softly placing the bag down in front of him as he wakes up, "oh...uh...thanks darlin'..."
He dug around in his pocket and placed money down on the counter, not even counting it before he picked up the bag and left.

"Have a safe night, sir."
He mumbled a 'you too' before pushing the glass door open and yawning, slowly making his way down the street.
Now's your queue to close up shop.
You sigh and toss your dirty apron into the wash, stripping off all articles of clothing and doing the same before stepping in the shower.

After cleaning your sticky body and hair your step out of the shower, watching as the water drips off your body onto the floor mat.
You tug the towel from the wall and roughly scrub the towel against your hair, leaving it puffy and tangled.
You wrap the towel around yourself after patting down your wet body, and walking to your room.

As much as you hated the customers that would verbally, and sometimes physically assault you, you worked hella hard for this cafe house...cafe in the front, house in the back...
It was nice n cozy, just how you dreamed.
Sure this town was a bit fucked up, but hey, it's home.

Every now and then you'd see some clown guy...kinda suspicious...but oh well.
You flop down on your bed, and sigh.
You closed the cafe about an hour ago before your shower.
You grab the bedsheets and roll to the side, wrapping yourself in a blanket burrito as you sigh softly.
You curl up in exhaustion as sleep overtakes you.

Your body slumps as you fall unconscious.

You're so precious...

Have you see the way she smiles,

The way she sleeps?

I want her to be mine.

She will be mine.

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Info on the reader , gender neutral reader bc I cant write anything else- you are any age that is 18+, I'm not writing minor characters in a relationship with an old ass man. that's fucking gross. You have opened your own cafe, where you successfully serve an assortment of drinks and delicacies (coffee, pastries, etc.) it's gonna be like any other cafe job...being literally harassed (trust me it ain't fun) but in other words, this story is highly based of Francy_Night_ story, so PLEASE go read theirs!