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Long Day at Work | Brian Wilcox x GN!Reader

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Author’s note: So this is my first fic in several years. I know it’s probably extremely cringe,, so I’m sorry ahead of time lmao. I’ll probably post this on ao3 once I actually can make an account. Please give me feedback if you do read it, only if you’re nice ab it though. Constructive criticism is absolutely welcome just no “wow this sucks lmao,” please. Lol. Thank you. Might make a part 2 with smut if this is well received? If even one person wants it, I’m on it.

Summary: This is a Brian from Fast Food Nation fic (because there’s not enough of them so I’m doing the work myself lmao) where he and reader are aged up and work at a restaurant together. You have an abnormal terrible day. A customer sexually harasses you and it’s your final straw before you break during your shift. Brian notices this and tries to comfort you. You end up hanging out after work together, smoke some Mary Jane and truly realize your feelings for each other.

Contains: sexual harassment from customer, only gendered term is ‘waiter’ but I meant it to be gn!, general customer harassment, kinda angsty? idk, minor emetophobia warning (brief mention, no actual 🤢), crying in the walk-in freezer, smoking cigarettes and wē��d lol, definitely some self insert.

Word count: 3,362

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“Ugh.” You sigh while knocking your head against the steering wheel of your car. Dreading to go inside your work at a somewhat fancy restaurant that you’ve been at since it opened about a year ago, you wonder if the tips are worth the day-in-day-out suffering. The hype hasn’t died down since its opening. You live in the middle of nowhere, these people have nothing better to do.

Unfortunately, you need the money and it’s two minutes before your closing shift starts when you finally drag your feet into the flames that swallow you whole every shift in this hell hole. “I’m here..! Did you guys miss your favorite waiter?” You announce sarcastically to all of the kitchen staff as you go to clock in.

Some give you back an enthusiastic “of course!” Or an equally sarcastic “wooo…”

Brian goes “yeah. Right…” whilst scoffing and leaning against the counter basking in the maybe 30 seconds he has until the next ticket comes in for him to cook begrudgingly. Over the years, he’s actually become a pretty decent chef, even if it’s only out of necessity. At very least, it’s multiple steps up from spitting in burgers at Mickey’s.

You get on with your shift as usual… but today is Sunday. Ugh. You always have your worst customers on Sundays. Today is no different.

“Hello sir! My name is y/n and I’ll be your server today!” You smile charmingly as you do to every customer as you hide your utter despair on the inside.

“Oh yes you will, honey…” the man eyes you up and down and gives you that terribly pervy look, smirk and all. It makes you so unbelievably uncomfortable.

“Hah…” you force an awkward chuckle out and try to shift gears. “So can I get anything started for you? Any drinks or appetizers?”

“I��d love a tall glass of water like yourself.” He winks. “And some jalapeño poppers… I like it real spicy.” He continues to flirt and you think you might vomit straight onto him.. ‘god knows he’s probably into that’ you think to yourself and want to shrivel up and die.

“Okay, water and some jalapeño poppers coming up.” You try desperately to ignore all of his advances when you turn and walk away as soon as possible to get that rung in. If he was the only bad customer of the day, maybe this would be easier to deal with, but after many others berating you for no good reason, this is so frustrating and overwhelming today. You had enough going on in your personal life and now all this? Your head is racing with anger and anxiety. You bit your tongue as you went back to the kitchen to bring you back into the moment.

Usually when you go back in there, Brian makes small talk and occasionally ‘jokingly’ flirts with you. This time he notices you’re much more uncomfortable than usual as you stare off, thinking about being anywhere but here. He doesn’t know how to approach you in this state and has never been great at dealing with big emotions in other people. He decides to leave you alone for now, but takes note of your distress and thinks that maybe he’ll text you later.

As you serve the man, he gets more aggressive with his flirting because he doesn’t like that you’re completely ignoring it. When you bring out his steak dinner, he places a hand on your back and slides it down to your ass with absolutely no shame. You instinctively smack his hand away and he immediately yells at you. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! I’m a paying customer and you’ve been so bad at your easy fucking job. Can’t you just service me!? There goes your tip you little bitch!” He spits.

You are so seethingly angry and upset. You can feel tears welling in your eyes. You were harassed AND barated… and he’s probably going to complain to a manager and only say you hit him as if he’s not a worthless piece of shit. “I’m sorry.” You force out as to not to escalate the situation further. You basically run back to the kitchen and then into the walk-in freezer. Immediately you start sobbing loudly and uncontrollably. It’s very muffled by the freezer, but some in the kitchen can still hear your wailing. You don’t even care. You’re so done. You’re at your wits end. You don’t even know how long you’re in there, but you’re now down to a choked sniffle.. though tears were still rolling down your cheeks.

Brian stands outside the freezer door for a couple minutes before swallowing his pride and knocking on it. “Um.. can I come in? I need to um.. get some patties.” He did need some, but he really just wanted to check on you… you were in there for longer than usual.

You try to rid your face of tears and wipe up some of the snot because you didn’t exactly want him to see you like that. You were only somewhat successful. “Uh.. yeah.. sure come on in.” You respond meagerly.

He slowly opens the door. “Woah. Your eyes are like almost swollen shut. You good?” He immediately regrets the words as they come from his mouth. ‘Yeah real smooth, dumbass.’ He thinks.

“Thanks.” You roll your eyes. “I feel just about as good as I look, thank you.”

“Yeah, sorry, that was shitty wording on my part. Can I sit with you?” He gestures to a crate of food that’s unopened and rock solid.. it’s obvious it’s been sat on multiple times.

“Are you really sure you want to be around me when I’m like.. this?” You gesture to your face and sniffle. “But sure, go ahead.”

“Yes, I am sure.” He sighs. “Do you wanna talk about.. it? What’s going on? …Sunday customers?”

You sigh and nod. You tell him all about the customers you’ve had today and briefly mentioning that you have a lot of other stuff going on and finish it off with talking about the customer who sexually harassed you. “I can’t believe he put his fucking hands on me. I feel so gross and dirty.” You begin to softly sob again while explaining the events.

You have never seen Brian look so appalled. Jaw hanging open and all. “Oh my fucking god. You want me to beat his ass? Offer him free cheesecake and spit in the raspberry sauce? What’s the table number.. I’ll fucking do it.”

“Don’t get yourself fired, stupid.” You gently chuckle. His offer did actually make you feel better though. “…then I’d miss you.”

“Or we could both leave this stupid fucking place. What good does it do either of us anyway?” He brushes over that you said you’d miss him cause it makes him feel kinda weird.. in a good way, but he doesn’t know how to deal with that.

“The money. The money is good, Brian. We both have bills to pay.” You roll your eyes, monotone.

“I guess that’s true, you downer.” He sticks his tongue out at you, jokingly.

You sigh again at the reality that you really need to get back to your tables… and that you are quite literally freezing in there. At least it was around 8pm and dinner rush had passed. “Time to go back.” You speak in a low, soft voice.

Brian offers to help you up, which you accept. “Y/n. Just know you don’t have to do anything. If you wanted to quit right now, you could. You don’t need to keep serving these assholes.” You end up standing rather close after he helps you up and he stares into your eyes, saying the most serious thing he’s ever said to you. It sends shivers down your spine… or maybe that’s the freezer. But all the sudden you realize that your cheeks do feel hot. You find yourselves just standing there. Do you… want to kiss him? ‘Heh.. couldn’t be? It’s Brian..’ you tell yourself.

After what feels like forever, it hits midnight and you’ve finally wrapped up your closing duties. You take a major sigh of relief. At least you have the next couple days off.

You walk out of the restaurant and find Brian leaning his body back against his car as he lights a cigarette. “I thought you left a while ago.” You call out to him as you're walking to your car that’s parked kitty-corner to his, stopping to talk to him.

“Nah, I like to chill in the parking lot and smoke while no one else is here. Kinda peaceful or something.” He was totally lying. He was waiting for you to get out so he could chat with you again and make sure you’re doing alright… you could never get him to admit it though.

“Yeah I guess that’s true.” You shrug. You believe him enough because that does sound like something he’d do. He was seemingly always out and about.

“You wanna hang for a bit? I know it’s late, but I’m cool if you are…” he shoots. Completely hiding any nerves he has about asking you to hang out for the first time outside of work. “We could even just talk in my car if you want.” He shrugs.

“Why not? Sounds nice after a shitty day.” You smile softly at the man.

“Uh yeah, cool.” He honestly didn’t expect for you to take him up on the offer. He stomps out the butt of his cig and unlocks the passenger side door and motions for you to get in, which you do so. “Do you wanna drive around or just sit in here?” Driving around is a common pastime in small towns like this… when you have nothing else to do and the gas is cheaper than other places, that’s just what you do for fun.

“I’m down to drive around.” You nod. You’ve honestly not hung around with friends in a while since you’ve been so busy with work, college, and your personal life. This was just the change you needed right now. You start flipping through his CD case as he begins to drive with no destination in mind. “System of a Down? Hell yeah!” You make sure there’s no other CDs in the player before inserting this one.

Brian looked at you kinda funny. “I never pinned you as the type to listen to my music.” It’s obvious you surprised him, in a good way.

“Well then you didn’t have me pinned at all I guess.” You giggle. “I like a lot of the stuff in here, my guy!” You nudge and smile at him as he drives.

“Hey! Keep your hands to yourself.” He jokes.

“Yeah.. I’m sure you hate me touching you.” You joke back before realizing how flirty that came out… but you don’t mind… definitely not as much as you usually would.

“Yeah, yeah.” He scoffs.

You’re honestly really surprised when he doesn’t deny it. You think about earlier, in the freezer. Once again, your cheeks warm and you swallow hard. You look out the window of his car, hoping he won’t notice anything. But now you’re thinking of his emerald green eyes looking directly into yours and you can’t get it out of your head and your embarrassment only grows. He obviously just thinks of you as a friend… right?

“Hello? Y/n?” You’re called back to reality to a familiar voice looking at you intently. You hadn’t even realized that the car had stopped.

“Yes- hello… heh. Sorry, I zoned out for a bit.” You rubbed the back of your neck as you look around at where you’ve stopped. It’s a nearby park that is long past close, since all parks close at sun fall.

“Yeah, I noticed.” He laughs. “Thinking about everything that happened?” His voice dropped into a much more serious tone… gosh today is the first time he’s ever talked seriously with you and now again? Weird.

“Uh- yeah. That’s exactly it..” you shook your head quickly as you lied through your teeth. You weren’t going to say ‘no I was daydreaming of you and I.’

He silently nods. “If you need to talk more about it, I’m all ears.”

“No. It’s okay…. Um why did you stop here though?” You quickly subvert the attention away from you.

“I like to come here and hang out after park close because no kids are here….. and smoke weed.” He shrugs. “I don’t know if you’re into that, and if you’re not, that’s cool too.” He pulls out a joint from his bag.

“Ahah.. do you carry that with you everywhere?” You snicker.

“Well yeah… you never know when a good time to smoke will arise.” He nods, looking somewhat proud of himself. “So? You in?”

“Ya know.. fuck it. Why not?” It’s not something you do regularly, but you’ve had a particular hard day.. week.. month… maybe even year? Hard to keep track at this point.

“Sick. I know the perfect spot.” He smiles. He’s never really been this kind to you.. or anyone that you’ve seen for that matter. You find yourself smiling back at him in silence for what feels like at least a minute… but in reality was maybe 10 seconds.

He gets up and out of the car and you follow. He leads you both to these large boulders in the corner of the park. They’re about 5-6 feet tall and 8 feet wide. One has a much flatter top than the others. He helps you up the rocks. It’s obvious he’s done this plenty of times. You guys end up laying down on the flattest rock, looking up at the stars. He puts the joint between his lips and uses one hand to light it and the other to cup the end to protect it from the gentle breeze. You wouldn’t be able to tell with his broody-self, but this is the most fun he’s had in a while. You, on the other hand, are feeling the same but can’t hide it nearly as well.

After a couple hits of the freshly lit spliff, he passes it to you. You deeply inhale the smoke and try to stifle your coughs.

“It’s okay to cough...” He laughs. “I know you don’t got lungs of steel like mine from smoking daily since I was a teenager.”

As much as he was slightly making fun of you, he genuinely did make you feel more comfortable about coughing your lungs out when you take too big of a hit (which is most of them, because you’re not completely sure how to do this yet). You hand it back and really let yourself enjoy just being relaxed. Not something you get to feel very often. “Hey um… thank you.”

“For the weed? It’s fine. I got plent-“

You cut him off “no, idiot. For comforting me earlier and hanging out with me now. I really needed this.” You turn your head to look at him.

“Oh- yeah…. Anytime. I don’t want to ever leave a friend in need hangin-“ he can’t maintain eye contact with you as hard as he tries. It feels too embarrassing. He takes a couple more long drags, hoping this heat in his chest would die down quickly. He doesn’t know how to handle it.

‘A friend…’ before today you’d be surprised that he even called you that but right now… it kinda stings. You can no longer deny your feelings at this point… but the influence of the few hits you did take are starting to take over and your thoughts are overtaken by euphoria and relaxation. “Wow.. this is nice…” each of your words are drawn out.

Brian laughs “y/n, you lightweight! You’re high off that!?”

“Shut upppp.” You groan, but laugh along nonetheless and close your eyes.

All the sudden you wake up and Brian has laid his jacket over you. “What? I don’t remember falling asleep? How long was I out?” You question quickly with furrowed brows.

“I dunno. Maybe 30 minutes or so.” He shrugs. He’s now sitting up, looking down at you where you lay.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” You question intently.

“You obviously needed some rest.” He looks down at you with the softest smile you’ve ever seen on him.

“Um….. thanks..” God. There’s that feeling again. The embarrassment. You want him to kiss you right now. More than anything in this moment. You can feel that want grow with the butterflies in your stomach. He must feel this energy because he breaks eye contact and sits up straighter, looking in front of him.

“Yeah. No prob.” He clears his throat. You can tell he’s deep in thought about something. And that something, unknowingly to you, is you. He absolutely feels the same way. He just doesn’t know how to approach it.

You sit up next to him, realizing his jacket is still in your lap. “Oh- here.” You place the jacket over his shoulders, getting much closer to do so.

He turns his face to you as you do this, not realizing how close your face was. Your lips were maybe an inch or two away from each other. You could feel his warm breath on your face. Each of your hearts began racing. As you both sat there, eyes staring into one another’s. You just went for it. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe it was because you were still minorly under the influence… but you leaned in and kissed him.

He was shocked to say the least, so it took him a second but he then returned the kiss. It was soft and slow as you both were still figuring out if this was real life. After a few seconds of this, you pulled away suddenly. “I’m so sorry- I-I don’t know what I was thinking- I-..”

He stops you “no- no. It’s totally okay. I um.. wanted to do that but didn’t have the balls.. so I’m actually really glad you did…” he brings back that cute little smile only you get to see, unlike the broody, couldn’t-care-less personality that you and everyone else had always seen.

“Really?” You responded sounding seriously dumbfounded… which you were. You thought there was no way in hell he felt the same and that you had just ruined your possible friendship.

“Yes, really. What? Do you want me to repeat myself, y/n?” He dipped back into his usual, smug persona.

You roll your eyes. “We were having a moment, ya know?” You flick him on the forehead.

“Hey! Dickwad!” He flicks you back.

You laugh for a while and then settle back down. “Just shut up and kiss me?” You come back closer once more. Without another word, he pulls you into a much more passionate kiss than before, now that he’s more comfortable.

You each respectively kiss the other back harder until you end up straddling his thighs. He pulls away to look at how you’ve repositioned, looking like he doesn’t know where to put his hands. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” He looks up at you with concern. “I don’t want you to regret anything…”

“I could ask you the same.” You place his hands on your hips, and smiling at him softly as you pant a little from the heat of the kiss alone, letting him know that’s okay. “I really like you, Brian.” You try to ease up any worries that he obviously has.

“I….. really like you too, y/n.” He basically whispers, but that’s as loud as he can get himself to respond.

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Thank you so much for reading! Tell me if you want a part 2!

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