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kianely · 1 year ago

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“HOLD ME, KISS ME”

i. PAIRING — Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

ii. SYNOPSIS— Aware that your boyfriend hasn’t been granted the privilege of a homemade meal in ages, you decided to pull out your family’s recipe book and stir something up for him. He showed his appreciation in more ways than one, how could he not reward his little chef after all your time tinkering in the kitchen?

iii. CONTENT WARNINGS— Fluff to eventual smut (MDNI) Leon’s a bit awkward with his feelings, he scarfs down every last crumb on his plate, oral sex, fingering, creampie (reader receives all), mentions of aftercare, Leon calls reader “baby” and “sweetheart.” I left the contents of the meal as ambiguous, because I wanted it to depend on the reader’s own upbringing and culture. Written with RE4 Leon in mind.

iv. WORD COUNT— 4.6K

01— PREPARATION

Leon couldn’t remember the last time he was given the simple joy of eating a homemade meal. No, he grew up accustomed to enjoying the lunch trays that all schools gave out. He’d block out the noises of his peers complaining about the blandness of the food, because that food was the standard for him. The flavor of the dishes his orphanage provided is committed in his memory, a hint of nostalgia when he looks back on it.

And of course, the same followed into his academy and career. He’d eat institutional meals during his academy days, too wrapped up in his extensive training to pick up on cooking skills himself. MRE’s were obviously his go to during his government training period, and that followed into the missions he was deployed on.

To sum it up, the last homemade meal he probably had was when his parents were alive. He would never complain about it, far too grateful of a person to even see it as an issue—he would take what was provided, with an appreciative mindset.

You’re a sweetheart though, his sweetheart. And after learning the extent of his past, god you wished you had met him sooner. Because for as long as you’ve dated him, you can’t remember a single time where Leon mentioned an individual that was even remotely significant to him prior to his government days. Well—aside from a girlfriend who hastily broke up with him, and you just presumed she hadn’t been the best considering how little Leon had to say about her. Couldn’t even remember her face or voice anymore, he claimed. And you believed him, rightfully so. Leon looked at you as if you were more fascinating than the wonders of space, with no trace of feelings for any prior people he had been in a relationship with. You were the star on top of the Christmas tree for him.

Lounging lazily on your couch, a sleepy grunt brought your attention to Leon—who had come over to your house for a movie night. But he always ended up napping or resting his eyes for a good half an hour, feeling safe only in your presence and allowing his guard to lower. He was snuggled against you, head against your chest and an arm around your midsection.

You always let him sleep a little, it could do some good against those growing eye bags of his. He always liked it—resting against you, feeling safe with you by his side and the comforting golden like hue the lamp on your tableside emitted. The only time he could allow his mind to rest was with you, it was reasonable.

Your nose was stuck between the pages of your family’s old recipe book. The pages were old—wrinkled and a far cry from the original brightness of the white sheet of paper it once was. You wanted to cook something for him. But you didn’t want it to be something off of a google website or youtube tutorial. You wanted something authentic to your upbringing, that way it would be more meaningful and you wouldn’t be going into it completely blind.

Yeah, of course Leon has eaten at your house before. But…it’s always been microwaveable food or something that could be made within five minutes, like eggs— not anything that you actually put your entire heart into. He was big on dinner dates at restaurants, so the topic of cooking was never really brought up. You wanted to make him an actual meal. One with sides and maybe a small dessert, you’d seen the way Leon eats—you’d definitely need to make enough for seconds. With that physique and job of his, god knows he needs his energy.

“Mm,” a soft mumble from Leon, who was beginning to stir awake after a short but very much needed nap, his light colored eyelashes were beginning to flutter.

You laughed quietly, threading your fingers through his tousled hair. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

He let out an amused exhale at the nickname he had earned, the corners of his lips curled up a little into a lazy smile. “Oh, is that what I am now?”

“Mhm. Keep it up and I’ll have to start charging you for using me as a pillow.” Your voice was a playful one, spoken through a laugh as you hid the recipe book behind the pillow your head was propped against. It can’t be a surprise if he caught a glimpse, right?

“You can have every last penny in my damn bank account,” was his response—to which you simply snickered over. His American Express Black visa card was like an endless void of wealth.

Leon rolled one of his shoulders to remove some kinks as he sat up properly, missing your comforting body warmth already.

He always looked the prettiest like this: somewhat messy golden hair, slight flush on his cheeks, sleepy eyes that you didn’t want to look away from, and some marks on one of his cheeks from it being pressed up snugly against the fabric of your shirt.

“Looks like I missed the ending credits,” he glanced over at the now turned off television—he’d fallen asleep during the last half hour of the movie, like usual. Not that he was missing out, he had watched most movies so it wasn’t a bother. Plus, when it came time to actually sleep, like a healthy eight hours and all, he never could. So he took any nap time that his body granted him. “Can I put another one on?”

“Yeah, as long as you don’t yap my ear off about how silly the protagonists are again.” You could never escape hearing Leon’s muttered quips whenever the two of you watched something—it was funny, Leon had seen all the bigger issues in the world and yet he got frustrated by the decisions of fictional characters.

“What’s the fun in that?”

02— EXECUTION

You were given the perfect opportunity. Ingredients and dishes were already scattered all throughout your kitchen counters, and your recipe book was hoisted up nicely on a stand so it wouldn’t get dirty.

Leon was returning from a long briefing at his headquarters and the plan was for him to head directly to your house afterwards. He was going to go on a mission soon and his goal was always to spend as much time with you as possible. He’d latch onto your damn side all day, if he could.

You had the windows above the sink opened up to let some fresh air in, the curtains flowing a bit with each graze of breeze. It was cold as hell outside, but it helped ventilate all the heat that was gathering from the stove and oven. The television was on a low level, just some background noise to seep into the kitchen.

While you let some ingredients heat up on a large skillet, you cast your attention towards decorating the table up a bit. Not too much, but enough to make a difference. A candle of Leon’s favorite scent placed on the center of the surface, matching mugs already set—maybe they seemed a little too casual given the stupid puns written on them, but you figured Leon would appreciate it more than some fancy cups.

An hour and a half passed by and Leon was barely arriving, ready to complain about some of his rather annoying coworkers to you. If age didn’t give him gray hairs soon, the people in his line of work definitely would.

He had a set of keys to your house, fumbling with them as he unlocked the door.

“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice called out once he entered, for the sake of letting you know he wasn’t an intruder or anything. He usually expected to see you lounging on the couch, but not tonight. Instead, his senses were met with the tasty aroma coming from the kitchen, and the loud clatter of sounds from there as well.

Like a dog smelling a treat, his attention was immediately drawn and he naturally walked over to your kitchen, his curious eyes took in the scene.

Leon had seen a lot, inexplicable creatures that should have the power to make him still in his tracks—but they never did. Now, the sight of the homely decorated kitchen and the nice arrangement of plates on the kitchen table was something that made him pause in his steps. It looked straight out of a romance movie, something that would be described in a romance novel.

And you, the light of his life waiting for him with a small smile on your face. You looked a bit nervous, eyebrows furrowed together ever so slightly but still trying to muster some confidence.

Leon didn’t know whether he felt more like crying or grinning like a damn idiot. A mixture of the two, probably. The lump forming in his throat made him unable to vocalize his gratitude, his voice would crack and sound like a damn croak if he tried.

“Uh,” that’s all he could manage. He was usually good at showing his gratitude, but with such a thoughtful gesture like this, he felt all his known vocabulary scramble around in his mind into a jumbled mess.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You egged him on, wanting to hear the rest of his sentence—it wasn’t often you saw Leon all speechless, not with the banter and quips that came in his boyfriend package.

“That’s…” he trailed off, his hand motioning towards the scene you had oh so beautifully displayed for his eyes and use alone. “That’s just…” he looked over to you, corners of his eyes crinkling from the happiness that reached his eyes. “You did all this?”

His words were quiet, and for a second he feared you’d think he didn’t appreciate it. But he noticed the chuckle and shake of head you did at his performance. “Mhm, didn’t know it was possible for you to freeze up like this.”

He let out an exhale, grin forming on his face. God, he loved you.

“C’mere,” he muttered that out while moving towards you, enveloping your frame with his arms—having to hold back on squeezing you like he wanted to for the sake of not crushing your bones. He had a bad case of cuteness aggression for you.

The aroma of the food you cooked subsided when the scent of Leon’s cologne filled your senses instead—cool and earthy, one you could drown yourself in and pinpoint a mile away.

Leon kissed the top of your head as he articulated his thoughts, wanting to form them into actual words without spluttering—and without taking too much time because he’d be devastated if the meal you cooked for him went cold.

“You’re squishing me,” you grumbled, palms finding the surface of Leon’s chest and lazily trying to push him away. “Take a seat, it’s all ready.”

“I know, I know.” He placed his hands on your hips, guiding the two of you over to the table. He managed to land one last kiss against your forehead before fully parting. “It’s just really nice. I can’t even remember the last time I had—“

“A homemade meal?” You chimed in, to which he nodded as he sat down, his eyes flicking down to look at the food and sides more closely. His mouth was watering, he didn’t even need any utensils to dig in, he could just use his hands.

You knew him well, and reached over to playfully nudge his shoulder. “Don’t hold back on my sake,” You scooped up a spoonful of the food and brought it up towards his mouth. “Say ah…”

“Wish I could take a picture of this,” he grinned out, complying and opening his mouth for you to feed him.

You watched him eagerly as you set the spoon down against his plate and watched him chew, trying to hold back a smile—your eyes brimming with elation, your one true love was eating your meal, composed of all the love and emotion you poured into it.

Leon’s eyes shut with delight when his taste buds were flooded with all the savory flavors, letting out an involuntary groan. God, had he really been missing out on this for all these years?

There’d be mini hearts floating above his head if this were a cartoon. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Yeah?” Your question came out a little more thrilled than you had hoped, and Leon caught onto it, you were so cute it was killing him.

“Yeah,” he echoed, hand reaching to hold yours over the table and giving it a gentle squeeze. “How long did it take you to do all this?”

While you responded, he was digging into the food—good thing you made seconds, because only a minute had passed and the surface of his plate was already beginning to show.

“—the time passed by really quickly though, when you unlocked the door I had barely served the food onto the plates. You got here right on time.”

You had never seen Leon eat this damn fast, maybe because the two of you usually ate in restaurants and he had to be a little courteous in public. Or maybe, he was making up for the years he had gone without the taste of a homemade meal.

“Easy there, tiger.” You were a little nervous he might fucking choke. What a way for your boyfriend to go, ‘death by choking on his partner’s food’ written on his gravestone. Would that be murder on your part? Anyways.

Leon’s cheeks blossomed with a rosy hue when he was called out, taking a breather instead of another mouthful. He felt spoiled now. You spoiled him. He had no idea how he would ever return to his bland tasting mission foods or even the dishes from the high rated food areas around, they all pale in comparison to your cooking. The secret ingredient they lacked was your love—the one thing that made his taste buds feel like they were swimming in an ocean of flavor.

“Sorry, it just really hits the spot.” He glanced over at your plate and realized that he was very much ahead, smiling bashfully to himself when he looked back up at you. “What can I say? Your cooking is delicious, none of it is going to go to waste.”

He looked over to the dessert you had made, it was untouched, there was no way in hell he was going to try it without you also finishing your plate of the main meal first, so the two of you could eat it at the same time. “So, what led to all this?” His question wasn’t a rude one, just out of pure awe and curiosity. What the hell had he done to deserve such a generous gesture?

“I dunno,” you shrugged out, not wanting to sound too sentimental or anything, “I just thought it would be nice.”

“C’mon, there’s gotta be more to it than that.”

“Well…” you trailed off, giving in and sighing. “You’ve trusted me with a lot of information about yourself and I love you. I thought that maybe instead of going out for dinner or ordering take out, I could give the kitchen a go and treat you to a hot and fresh homemade meal. It’s more special that way.”

“I love you too,” those words tumbled from his lips quietly, as if telling you the most valuable piece of information he holds. He felt his heart doing somersaults, already knowing he was going to spend his life reliving this memory, holding it close to him in a special pocket within the chambers of his heart.

The rest of the hour was spent domestically, sharing the dessert and Leon insisting that he clean everything up—from the dishes to wiping down the counters and sweeping the floor all while he listened in on you ramble about random things, he didn’t want to let you lift a single finger after all you had done for him. And of course, he took some mini breaks in between to snatch a sweet kiss from you, savoring the sweet taste of the dessert the two of you had eaten.

03— RESULTS (18+)

“Can’t believe you cooked for me,” Leon murmured against your ear, breath fanning over your skin as his hands snaked up and down your sides before settling on your hips. There was a rasp to his voice, a familiar one. He was starving despite the meal he had just eaten, every nerve in his body needing to feel you in order to truly feel full. He had a sweet tooth for you, and his craving needed to be satiated.

“I’m just glad you liked it,” you responded, mind already fuzzy with the way your lover’s hands grazed over you. “I was a little worried my cooking wouldn’t live up to all the 5 star restaurants we’ve eaten at.”

“Are you kidding?” His question was rhetorical, his mind set on a straight beeline to your bedroom. “Maybe I should show appreciation for my little chef then, hm?”

“Mm, maybe.”

That’s all it took for you to end up with your back against the headboard of your bed, legs spread with Leon adorning the space between them.

His moans were muffled against you, the vibrations sending blood straight to your bundle of nerves. He was so damn loud whenever he got a taste of you.

Leon’s hips were grinding against the mattress, cock leaking so much that his pants were surely already ruined. Yeah, he was so desperate to have his face stuffed against you that he didn’t even fucking unzip his pants.

You, on the other hand, were getting the best head of your life. One hand curled against your bedsheets meanwhile the other one had a hold on Leon’s hair, involuntary pulling and tugging with each movement of his mouth. Your noises just egged Leon on, each moan or gasp that left your mouth was responded to by a grunt of his own.

“Fuck,” he pulled back for a second to catch his breath, littering gentle kisses against your inner thigh, coating the area with the mixture of his own drool and your fluids that were on his chin.

“Wanna do this every fuckin’ day.” A kiss. “Come home, get on my knees, and taste you.” Another one. “Make you come over my face again and again.” His tongue lapped across your skin. “Suffocate between your thighs.”

“Leon!” You were desperate, hips bucking up into nothing and meeting the air of the room.

His eyes flicked to yours, letting out a soft growl when he saw the dazed out expression on your face. His favorite one—looking like a damn deer in the headlights with the way your eyes were pleading for him, lips parted and ready to beg if need be. He wanted to hear you say it. “What is it, sweetheart? What do you need?”

“You,” you replied breathlessly, tugging his head further up so he could get the damn message and continue. Leon was licking his lips already, mouth salivating at just how much your arousal was showing.

“You have me,” he was being a tease, massaging your inner thigh with one of his hands, kneading the flesh and blowing out some air directly at the area between your thighs. The way you squirmed around made him want to palm himself right on the spot. But he held back, you were his first priority.

“Want you inside,” you could barely even utter those three words out, the words blending together and sounding slurred.

A smirk found its way onto Leon’s lips, “yeah? right here?” He teasingly rubbed your already throbbing hole with his fingers, letting out a contented sigh at the way your legs jolted in response.

“Yeah, but…your cock, not just your fingers.” You whined out in complaint, knowing that it would take a while to get to the main prize.

“Shh, I know. That’s all you think about, my cock huh? You’ll get it, don’t worry, jus’ gotta prep you for it.” He slid a finger in until his knuckle disappeared, his fingers were so fucking thick that even one stretched you out. He raised his body further up, trailing kisses from the bottom of your stomach all the way to the middle of your chest.

“So reactive,” he murmured out, noticing the heave of your chest and how your stomach would tighten up with each thrust of his finger. His free hand grazed over the left side of your chest, pinching and twisting your hardened nipple.

“You’re driving me crazy,” your voice was strained, nails scratching Leon’s scalp but he welcomed the sting of it.

“Mission accomplished, then.” His voice was a rumble against your chest, tongue darting out to flick against your other nipple before sucking it gently, wet noises produced in the process. He had no shame, stimulating practically every single one of your senses and looking hot as hell doing it.

His tongue circled around your nipple for another few moments before he began trailing kisses up your collarbones and to your neck, the hiccup of your breath made him growl, burying himself into the scent of your soap and shampoo.

He slid another finger into you while igniting your body into flames, letting out a string of profanity under his breath when you took it with ease. “Fuck, you’re ready for me.” Not a question, but an observation, and suddenly Leon became very aware of the way his cock was begging to be freed from the confines of his pants.

He sat back on his knees and let out a breathless laugh at the way you whined from the loss of contact, he took his belt off in a hurry and unzipped his pants. Pavlog’s dog experiment. The sound of Leon’s fly coming undone made your mouth salivate in response because you knew what was coming.

Your eyes were fixated on him, watching the way he tugged his pants and boxers down—breath hitching at the way his cock slapped up against his stomach, already leaking and ready to stuff you full.

He placed one of his hands against the bone of your hip, his other one stroking his cock a bit as he inched towards you. “You ready, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, fuck, just put it in already.” Your impatience earned a huff of amusement from Leon, who tapped the tip of his cock against your hole a couple times before guiding it in. His head tilted back, mouth parting and letting out a groan when he filled you up completely—your head thrashed against the pillow, feeling him reconstruct the shape of your insides.

His cock was buried snugly in you, heavy balls pressed against the bottom of your ass, ready to shoot his load within a moment's notice. Leon was breathing inconsistently against you, kissing the corner of your mouth before making his way towards the shell of your ear. “Signal?”

“Green,” that whiny response from you was all it took for Leon’s hips to begin moving.

“God, you’re sucking me right in already.” His hip thrusts were slow but deep, each jolt making the headboard thump against the wall. “Give me your hand please,” The shakiness in his voice was cute, no matter how many times the two of you did this, he always asked for the same thing.

So you did just that, hand reaching for one of his—he immediately laced his fingers with yours, thumb rubbing over yours.

You moved your other arm under and over his shoulder to paw at his back, he hissed when your nails dug into his back scratched him up, undoubtedly leaving red marks on his pale skin—it would hurt like a bitch later but all it did was turn him on right now. “That’s it. Mark me up, baby. I’m yours, all yours.”

He looked down at the way his hips were rutting against yours, speeding the pace up a bit as his eyes flicked back into yours. He felt some pride that he was the one who had you falling apart, the one that made that dumb and needy expression form on your face.

“Feels so good,” you slurred out, your senses turning fuzzy, he was filling you up so good, reaching so deep that it had you seeing stars and clenching down on him. You wrapped your legs around his torso, needing to cling onto him.

“Baby—” he gasped out as soon as he felt the way you tightened up, squeezing your hand in response. “Ease up for me, not gonna last long if you keep squeezing me like that.”

“I know, I know…” you babbled out, but you couldn’t relax your body completely with the way your own hips snapped up to meet his.

Leon knew he was going to come soon, how could anyone hold back? You were making him addicted to you.

“Can I come inside you?” He somehow managed to grit that out, breathing rate growing in intensity.

You nodded almost immediately, wanting to feel him paint your insides white and feel the warmth of his cum, rambling almost incoherently. “Mhm, want you to fill me up. Please, please, please. I need it.”

“Shit, I will, don’t worry. Just gotta make sure you come first.” He was always so insistent on your pleasure, pressing his lips against yours and swallowing all of the pretty noises you made. Tongues swirling sloppily against each other, he loved the way you were barely even able to kiss him back properly. God, the tiny and quiet whimpers you let out were making his cock twitch inside you. You were trembling, too overwhelmed by the feeling of the coil in your stomach, but it’s okay, because you let Leon guide the kiss, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth.

Leon was losing it, holding back on spilling inside you, he needed to make sure you came before he did—but it was so hard with the way your ankles were crossed against his back and keeping him in place.

“Leon,” you sobbed his name out through an exhale, digging your heels into the arch of his back. “Too much, ‘s too much—” He could read your body well, the way you were holding onto his body so tightly he felt stuck, the way your voice turned up a pitch higher than usual.

“That’s it,” he lifted his hand to cradle the back of your head and hold you close, pressing kisses against the side of your head. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my cock, you can do it. Let me feel you.”

You buried your head against his shoulder, breath fanning against his skin and incomprehensible mumbles of his name tipping out of your mouth, like if Leon was your God and you were chanting him a prayer.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, vision going white with a final call of his name, clenching around him and hissing when you felt his load spill inside you in ropes, his hips thrusting some more times in you before he stilled inside you.

He held you close as you shook against him, keeping you stable like he always did.

Silence, aside from the sounds of yours and Leons panting and the sound of the bedsheets twisting as you adjusted your position a bit, planting your feet back against the mattress and gasping softly when you felt him slowly pull out of you. Running a hand through Leon’s now damp hair, you let out a breathless chuckle. “You’re insatiable.”

“Not denying that,” managing to catch his breath, Leon propped himself up by pressing his palm against the pillow, pressing a gentle and loving kiss against your lips, his own curling up into a smile. “Stay right here. I’ll get you some water and clean you up.”

“No way in hell, mister,” you mumbled out, wanting to cuddle up with him before getting to that. You could handle being dehydrated for five more minutes in favor of being in his arms and some pillow talk. “Don’t get up yet, five more minutes.”

“Anything for my favorite chef.”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x gn!reader #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader

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aka-indulgence · 3 months ago

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Candlelit Dinner

Thank you @wolfbeestudio for the commission for dive computer! >u< Enjoy a short and sweet romantic fluff for you :>

(FS!Sans x GN!Reader)

You make the best of your anniversary night with your busy skeleton partner.

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You were cooking when your ever so busy boyfriend came home.

“How was the meeting?”

Sans sighed at the door, dressed to the nines in his royal guard outfit, carrying his work bag and a nondescript paper bag.

“OH, IT WAS NOTHING INTERESTING DARLING. JUST MORE POLICY MAKING WITH THE HUMANS. I KNOW THERE WERE REPORTERS AND WE WOULD MAKE A BRIEF TV APPEARANCE, BUT I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY WE NEEDED TO BE IN CEREMONIAL GUARD GARB. ALPHYS CERTAINLY DIDN’T ENJOY IT- BUT WHO AM I TO COMPLAIN WHEN I GET TO DRESS TO OVERKILL?”

You take one look at the well-dressed skeleton and suppress what would’ve been an embarrassing high-pitched sound. You clear your throat.

“Y-yeah, you’ve always looked your best in that thing,”

“THIS OUTFIT… ‘DOING THINGS TO YOU’ IS CERTAINLY A WELCOME ADDITION,” Sans teases, bounding towards you.

Gloved claws slowly close around your shoulder, and you try your best not to show the blush on your face- though you end up failing when the ever so romantic skeleton slow kisses you on the jaw from behind. Even worse, you shudder involuntarily, and the man has the gall to chuckle against your neck.

“Good Evening Darling. What’re You Cooking?”

You try to hide your fluster with a giggle and you try to joke, “C-can’t you see what I’m making? Steak.”

“HOW EXQUISITE. IT SMELLS DIVINE. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE SAUCE?”

“Just trying a new recipe. I’ll tell you the secrets later,”

“KEEPING SECRETS FROM ME? I SUPPOSE WAITING IS A SHORT PRICE TO PAY,” he bluffs sighing in disappointment. “FAR IT BE FROM ME TO REFUSE SUCH A DELICIOUS MEAL, BUT I MUST ASK… ON WHAT OCCASION ARE YOU COOKING STEAK?”

Normally, you would blow a raspberry and say do I need a reason to want steak? But you’re caught off guard for a moment- did he really forget? Sans never forgets important dates.

“Wait, really?” You turn to him, “it’s… our anniversary.”

“IS THAT SO? I THOUGHT YOU HAD FORGOTTEN. YOU DIDN’T MAKE A SPECIAL BREAKFAST FOR ME THIS MORNING.”

Oh. Of course he remembered.

“What!! You left at six in the morning! Also that’s why I’m making us steak right now!” You gesture wildly at your cooking, though you’re laughing as you’re pretending to be angry.

Sans laughs along with you. “I’M ONLY TEASING YOU DARLING. I DO HAVE TO APOLOGIZE THAT I COULDN’T RESERVE THE DAY FOR JUST THE TWO OF US. UNFORTUNATELY A ‘LOVER’S ANNIVERSARY’ ISN’T A REASON I CAN USE TO ESCAPE MONSTER-HUMAN MEETINGS.”

“You should complain to Toriel!” You suggested, “besides, we’re a monster-human couple, we’re already representing monster-human relationships. Wouldn’t that be enough?”

“AND HAVE MY SKULL REMOVED FROM MY SPINE? NO THANK YOU. NOT TO WORRY HOWEVER, I AM NOW HERE TO AID IN YOUR COOKING.”

“Wh- are you saying my cooking’s bad?”

“GOOD HEAVENS, WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR HUMAN? AFTER I JUST COMPLIMENTED THE SMELL TOO. CAN’T A LOVING PARTNER HELP YOU IN MAKING THE FRIES?”

You pressed your lips together. “Oh. Um. Yeah, fries sound good…”

*****

Cooking with Sans was always nice. He liked to do it alone (a few times Papyrus tried to ‘contribute’ with his condiments got him yelled out of the kitchen), but you seem to be the exception. Eventually, you have two plates of steak, fries, and assortment of vegetables. The glaze you found online had been a success, and it made you feel like a five-star chef.

You pick up your plate and move towards the dining table, but Sans puts his hand on your shoulder.

“I HAVE A BETTER LOCATION IN MIND.” he smirks.

“Oh yeah? Where, the couch?” You tease, but Sans just shakes his head, handing you your jacket.

“TAKE THIS WITH YOU,”

“My jacket? But wh-”

In a blink, you’re no longer in the kitchen. You were on top of a building you don’t recognize with beautiful twirly railings. The full moon is high in the sky, looking down on the both of you.

“Where are-?”

The culprit chuckles, taking your plate away from your frozen hands and places them on a table decorated with a cloth. With a wave of his hand a flame appears on a candle. Seating for two, he pulls out a chair for you.

“Sans…” you say with awe, walking over to your chair like you were dreaming. “How did you…?”

“I HAD TIME AFTER OUR MEETING. THIS WAS ONE OF THE BEST PLACES TO SEE THE NIGHT SKY IN THE CITY WITHOUT IT BEING SOME OVERCROWDED CASH-GRAB AREA. I MAY NOT HAVE RESERVED THE DAY FOR US, BUT I CAN CERTAINLY RESERVE THE NIGHT.”

He takes the nondescript bag from earlier and pulls out… a wine bottle. Cabernet Sauvignon, to be exact.

“Oh Sans… this is lovely,”

He responds by pulling the cork off, pouring you the perfect amount for swirling.

“AM I A WONDERFUL PARTNER OR NOT?” He raises his brow at you as he pours himself a glass.

“Yes, yes you are.” you roll your eyes at him, affectionately.

“AND OF COURSE YOUR COOKING IS WONDERFUL. I WAS GOING TO COOK SOMETHING MYSELF- BUT IT TURNED OUT YOU WERE ALREADY ON IT. YOU ARE MY PERFECT PARTNER, (Y/N). I LOVE YOU,”

You blush as he takes your hand in both of his and brings it to his mouth, covering your mouth while your cheeks turn red. “I love you too, Sans.”

He kisses your knuckles.

“HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, DARLING.”

#commission #dive computer!#fs!sans x reader #aka writing

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naok-iyuu · 2 months ago

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It's beginning to look a lot like... - Zed Necrodopolis x F!Reader

Summary : First Christmas you spend with your boyfriend Zed in your new appartment, not everything goes firstly as planned.

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A disaster.

It was beginning to look a lot like a horribly and painfully endless disaster.

The kitchen looked like a mess as Zed tried to wrap THE Christmas present he has been searching for months around any Seabrook store. A thick layer of flour covered the counter, showing what was left of his food war with a cookie recipe which made him create things that looked way to flat compared to the cookies you usually baked.

He cursed under his breath when the originally green bow on the top of the grotesquely wrapped gif turned a slight, ugly shade of whity green. Why didn't he cleaned the shitty counter before putting the gif on it ? Maybe because he was in a rush and tried to do everything at once, leaving all his braincells behind. You were nearly 20minutes away from your lovely home and Zed could feel his heart on the verge of giving out under all of the bad luck he had received from the universe.

His hand brushed clean the wrapped box, his feet taking him to the sofa so the flour wouldn't have another great idea and this time turn his clothes white. Once done, he placed it under the Christmas tree, his eyes darting all four corners of the box scared it would run away with little paper legs who had suddently grown.

Zed had tried to cook a meal for you, a meal that didn't last long in the pan. He would have loved for you to taste it and give your advice on his performance, yeah, he would have loved it if it didn't end up half burnt. The jock wasn't as gifted as you in the kitchen, but he cooked a lot for you and Zoe ! So why was the world trying to get in his way now ?

Sooner this afternoon, he opted for food delivery when the kitchen was already crying for its own life, your favorite from your favorite place of course. He could at least do that.

He quickly moved away from his staring contest with the tree and everything on it, going to clean clumsily the flour still waiting on the counter. His stress wasn't going to bring down his spirit as he scrubbed every millimeter shiny clean. Another glance towards the oven to prevent his flat babies from burning and a sigh escaped him, at least those were safe.

"Why are they so flat..." His silent voice grunted again in exasperation. Did you had some super power to make cookies all big and chewy ? His attention got stealed by the doorbell ringing, throwing quickly the now white sponge in the sink he rushed to open the door.

Thanking the delivery guy, he brought the bag inside whining again when he unpacked the food to discover it upside down and not as correctly set up in the box as he would have like to.

"I am so not getting away with this..." Zed knew you wouldn't be mad at him nor criticize his hard work. What he wasn't so sure about was how long you would remember this day and how many times a day you were going to tease him about it.

Time had passed and he had to hurry, dress the table for you both with cute little candles molded from different shapes representing the holiday with little snowman or deer looking candle, throw colorful snow flakes confettis all over the plates and drinking glasses to add more magic, and more mess for him to clean afterwards. Finally, he unboxed the messy looking food and placed it on the plates as elegantly as he could. Maybe he could make it look like some fancy, creatively shaped master chef dish.

Luckily, the oven beeped to inform him it was ending its heating duty. He left behind the full and not looking so bad plates, ditching out the delivery bag in the trash and protecting his hands with oven mitt to place the warm cookies on the other side of the counter.

"Okay, I know I am supposed to let you guys cool off... But bear with me." Quickly yet carefully, he placed pieces of chocolates on top of the pastries and added icing sugar to give more of a christmas look to the burning delicacy.

The cookies still looked good in the baking sheet, he could maybe allow them to stay there and not stack them on a different plate to make it look fancier.

Thats when he heard the well known sound of the keys in the door lock that Zed's head snapped in the direction of the entrance, feeling his excitement flowing in his core. A last glance toward his reflection in the almost closed oven to run a hand through his greenish hair, and his feet took him to the door you just opened, slightly shaking from the winter cold. He could see a few stack of snow flakes fighting for their lives on your hair after experiencing the warmth of a loving home.

"Hi you, looking cold." He teased you as you took your coat off.

"Hi." You responded with the widest smile, eyes twinkling at the sight of your way too good looking boyfriend.

His hands were quick to take your long coat off your hands, hanging it in its right spot while you took your shoes off.

"Smells suspiciously good in here, what did you make ?" When you straightened up to finally and properly step foot in your house, Zed's long arms wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you close to him in a warm hug.

"You'll see." His overjoyed grin stole a chuckle from your mouth he swiftly covered with his own lips. Your smile grew wider against his skin as your hands made their way his pale face, brushing his cheeks lovingly.

"Your hands are cold !" He whined with a slight startle, allowing your hands to search for his warmth.

"And you're hot." Your eyes rolled when you saw the twinkle of tease in his eyes, knowing full well the impact and the direction your words were going to take.

"Well thank you love."

"My pleasure." You spotted a white stain in his hair and removed it with a gentle brush of your fingers. "You used flour ?"

His eyes widened with surprise, so the stupid flour really attacked him. "I... Tried to do something." He let go of your body, letting your feet guide you to the kitchen.

"Hence the sweet smell !" You chuckled at him before your eyes caught the well dressed meal on the counter.

It was not unusual when Zed did this kind of thing for you, hell he was always doing something even when he couldn't. What made your mouth open and close a few times was the fact that you haven't seen that one coming. There always were signs of him getting all excited about something small, or smiles that were bigger than usual betraying a surprise he had thought about on the spot. And yet, not this time.

"You even made cookies." Your lips pressed themself in a moved put, also noticing your favorite food in both your plates surrounded by adorably shaped candles.

"It's Christmas after all." Both his hands took yours, adverting your attention on him. "Here's our little schedule. Candle Christmas diner for both of us because we're the cutest couple." His words provoked yet another chuckle in your core. "After, we'll make hot chocolate together to drink with the cookies and, of course, we'll watch your favorite movie."

"Again ?" You teased him, remembering how many times you made your boyfriend watch the same show over and over again.

"Again." He nodded with big knowing eyes.

"Can I go change first ?" You were so excited that you almost forgot your habit of jumping into your pyjamas after a quick hot shower.

Yet, you knew Zed wouldn't forget about that. "Of course, your pyjamas's already in the bathroom." You squeezed his hands, thanking him about this gesture before getting on your tiptoe to give his lips a peck.

Walking toward the bathroom your eyes noticed the, not normally there, present under the decorated tree. Your eyebrows raised in surprise as your voice made its way towards Zed who was checking his flat cookies.

"You bought me something ?" It was Christmas after all, yet you couldn't help but be surprised every time.

His head perked up to see you near the bathroom corridor, your eyes looking at the wrapped gift he got you and then at him.

"Were you expecting me not to ? Wrong expectation." He knowingly nodded at you. "And if you stay there too long, imma just join you while you take a shower."

You childishly rushed to the bathroom, locking the door behind you as you took his words as a challenge. Your eyes landed on the mirror where a paper was scotched to it, 'I'll never eat your brain, because I want your heart :P'.

Zed heard your laught, making him chuckle under his breath.

You finished your hot heaven promptly, now tasting your food with content 'hm' 's and big bites. Zed even teased you on how big your fully filled cheeks looked, at which you responded by throwing a bunch of confettis that stuck to your hand at him.

You helped him gather the dishes in the sink, even though he grumbled at you not to. You took your favorite mugs from the cabinet while your lover placed all the cookies on a clean plate.

When both hot chocolates were set down on the coffee table along with the sweet pastries and you both sitting down on the sofa, your boyfriend gestured to the Christmas tree behind you.

"If you may."

You rolled amusingly your eyes at his attitude, leaning over the back of the sofa to grab your present patiently waiting on the wooden floor. Sitting back with now the green wrapped box on your lap, you imitated Zed, gesturing behind you.

"If you may." Your satisfied smile made his brows knit.

Following your request, he noticed a golden box with his name on it. "When did you even put it here-" Your eyes looked at the ceiling with tightly pursed, innocent lips. He shook his head, amused, placing the present on his own lap.

"You first, since you did all this for us." You invited him.

"You know I do this because I love you." His words warmed your heart, a sweet and touched smile at the corners your lips.

Tearing the paper apart, Zed eyes discovered a personalised photo book with within his pages, countless pictures of you, him, your respective families, and even couple pictures. Underneath the album, his fingers brushed a soft fabric. He then saw a t-shirt he once noticed in a shop he couldn't afford.

"O-Oh my god... That's too much." His incredulous eyes met your nervous yet proud ones.

"It's never too much. And there's some blank pages at the end of the album, in case you want to add some pictures." His fingers went through some of the pages before putting the album away to hug you.

"It's so beautiful thank you."

"You're welcome." He leaned back to watch your face, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss the next second which made your throat gasp.

Your hands cupped his face, enjoying the passionate and loving kiss he was offering you.

"Now you." He smiled, kissing your cheek as he gave you the space necessary for you to open the present without anything getting in your way.

As you teared open the green paper around the mysterious gift, you discovered a box you opened with ease. Your hand caught a soft a fluffy plush of your favorite animal, one big enough for you to cuddle with, followed by the hardcover of a book, collector edition, you wanted.

"How do you always find a plush that I don't have ?" You laughed as you brought the animal on your lap behind the box balancing on your knees.

You had a lot of stuffed plush of this specific animal everywhere in the room your shared with Zed, you had them way before you two moved in together. A collection the boy kept enlarging over the years you had been a couple, and even as friends, you could remember him always offering you something on your birthdays. It made you blush thinking about it.

His eyes sparkled at your reaction, falling once more. "I keep wondering the same thing." He laughed with you.

"Thank you, really. It means so much to me. And the book is freaking gorgeous !" You captured his cheeks in your hands once more, kissing his lips with a fierce passion.

When you pulled slightly away, his voice pronounced "Carefull, you missed something."

As your body leaned back with your eyebrows frowning, a last glance inside the box revealed an envelope at the bottom. When you took it, Zed removed the now empty box from your lap, ditching it on the foor at the other side of the sofa. His hand also took the book he set down on the coffee table. You thanked him, noticing the anticipation in his eyes.

You easily opened the envelope, mentally appreciating Zed and his foresightedness. You always struggled with sealed envelope. Taking out the colored paper and unfolding it, you could notice the work he put on it. It was decorated with both of your favorite colors, and the police was the one you always used on a program like LibreOffice. How does he even have all of those ideas ?

"You don't mind reading it to me ?"

You looked up, slightly surprised. "No, not at all. Hmm let me..." you cleared your throat starting your quick ready of the letter.

"Dear Y/n L/n and Zed Necrodopolis, in parentheses that's me" you chuckled again at his silliness. "I hereby declare to you, and after careful consideration amongst both parties, that a third family mem-" You cutted your own sentence with the loudest gasp coming from your lungs, your body suddenly straightening.

Your eyes quickly reading the last words in your mind, your body felt the urge to stand up with your mouth and eyes open wide.

"You're fucking me." Excitement built its way in your veins even when you tried to remain calm and steadied your voice.

"If we're talking literally-"

"Are we really ? For real ?"

Zed couldn't keep teasing you with the face you made. You both had been talking about it for months, it almost left your mouth everyday as you looked up videos on your phone. And now that you were together for quite a long time, managed your money well and had the budget. He had decided to surprise you.

"Of course we are, for real."

His words made your wide looking face even wider, he couldn't believe it was possible as another loud gasp and a squeal escaped your mouth. You jumped on your boyfriend who's large frame caught you with ease and you tightly hugged him.

"We're getting a pet ! We are !"

He laughed at your outburst, something that always filled his heart. "Our own pet. We'll go to the shelter when you feel ready and-"

"Oh we're going tomorrow." You stepped back from the embrace, looking at him with serious eyes.

"Tomorrow ?"

"I have the budget. I saved and kept it."

His throat trembled with a laught. "Of course you have." Of course you had.

You jerked forward again to hug him with strength, strength that couldn't hurt your favorite sport addict zombie of course.

You cuddled silently for a few seconds, your voice breaking the in love silent as you looked once more into his eyes.

"Are we getting a cat or a dog ?"

"Hmm, cat first right ?" He remembered how you always said you wanted your dog to have a garden of its own, outside a big house. A dog could survive in an apartment, depending on the bread. But somehow, you always pictured this specific loving pet in a huge garden.

"Of course a cat."

"Tell me we're not going to bicker for its name."

You bit your lips teasingly, your looking orbs twinkling with mischief. Of course you were going to do just that as an idea reached your mind. "I think we'll call it Flour or Cookie."

His head jerked back against the sofa at your tease with a groan.

Reassuringly, the night didn't end like a disaster.

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#disney zombies #milo manheim #zed necrodopolis #zed necrodopolis x reader #fanfiction #zombies #disney movies #z o m b i e s #zombies fanfic #x reader #x female reader #disney #movies #fanfic #christmas #christmas fanfic #christmas special

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iinryer · 8 months ago

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Good golly 👀

i had to cause yknow, good golly miss molly. it’s destiny

ok. so. despite the snippet im about to show you, this one is pwp GFFJHDGDG

the only established relationship ive ever written and also the second ever pwp i would post if i finished it… im embarrassed to share the core concept in case i never finish it gjfhdjffhdh but, here’s a snippet:

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Eddie doesn’t really think about it again until a few days later, home alone and trying to follow the instructions of one of those mailed meals that come with all the ingredients in a paper bag while he waits for Buck to get back from climbing with Albert and Chimney.

Normally they do these together, knocking elbows together in their warmly lit kitchen, but Buck had an extra shift this week, and emergency babysitting duty, on top of weekly plans with the Hans that he insisted on honoring, and it’s already late. Eddie just wanted to have something nice waiting for him when he gets back, so he and the little notecard of instructions that came in the bag are making a valiant attempt together.

He’s got the big slices of sourdough toast out of the oven and slathered with the ricotta mixture and takes extra care piling the charred and seasoned cherry tomatoes on top of it. This is one of the easier recipes, it makes Eddie feel like a master chef, though he would feel mortified to voice that out loud. Buck is the actual master chef in the house. Or, at least compared to Eddie he is. They have fun together in the kitchen, regardless.

He does a subpar job plating the toasts and then does the final step of methodically drizzling a balsamic glaze over the brightly colored mosaic of fresh ingredients, and feels a little giddy with it. He gets why Buck likes this. Eddie probably appreciates the methodical step-by-step nature of it a little more, but he absolutely understands the private thrill of being able to say, I made this for you.

He never really understood the notion of food as a conveyor of love before Buck. Honestly he doesn’t know if he really knew love like this at all before Buck. But now, as he stands barefoot on the cool tile of the kitchen floor and looks at his stupid little charred tomato and ricotta toasts, he knows they mean I love you, and he knows Buck will understand.

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ask me about my wips!

#it’s actually an old one that im cannibalizing from another fic I never finished. but it’s fun gjfjdh #molly you can dm me if you want I’ll tell you jfkshfh #iinryer wip #bigfootsmom #iinryer mailbox

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sagethegaywitch · 3 months ago

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Rook's Birthday Bash

GN reader

TW: none

Genre: fluff

I feel so bad. I completely forgot I was writing birthday blurbs for everyone. I know I'm like 3 days late for Rook's birthday, but here's his birthday bash piece.

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Rook is aware it's his birthday, but he's not going to make a fuss about it cause he wants others to acknowledge it first. Of course he'll hint to others that it's a special day, but most Pomefiore students brush him off, saying they don't remember today being a holiday. Even Vil and Epel will ignore Rook’s silent hints, and Rook tries to remain positive but it still hurts.

What's odd is that at school, many of his friends from the other dorms will wish him a happy birthday. It's like only Pomefiore forgot about it. He'll tell you his woes, being very dramatic as he throws his whole body weight on you and fake sobs into your shoulder.

You’ll reassure him and try to cheer him up by hanging out with him during the school day. You follow him as he stalks a few students and you help him set up targets for him to do some archery practice. You don’t allow him to shoot an apple balanced on your head, but he doesn’t let that bring down his mood.

While he seemed very disappointed that people forgot about his birthday, hanging out with you has brought his energy back tenfold. In the short period of time, he managed to drag you to a grassy knoll and prepared a small picnic for you two to enjoy. With a few desserts that he might have stolen from a Heartslabyul unbirthday party and fruits from the school’s gardens, Rook put together a decent little surprise for you.

Meanwhile, the Pomfiore dorm, under Vil’s watchful gaze, is setting up the dorm for a surprise party for the beloved Vice-Housewarden. Everything is in perfect order, the decorations evenly spaced out and the colors matching flawlessly. Vil checks his watch, making sure that they have enough time to prepare a small meal and cake.

As the sun begins to set, Rook pulls you a bit closer, having you lean your head on his shoulder, as you two watch the fiery sunset. Rook tells you how glad he is to have you as his friend and he’s really happy that you remembered his birthday. You smile and pull out a wrapped gift from your bag. You tell him that you were going to save this for later, but there is no better time than the present. Rook will carefully take the gift and tear the wrapping paper off. You would either get Rook a mug that reads “Tears Of The People I Beat At Archery”, archery gloves, or a small piece of jewelry with a bow and arrow on it. Whatever it is, Rook will have real tears in his eyes as he hugs you and rambles he thanks in French, none of which you can understand.

After the sun fully disappears and the stars start twinkling, Rook walks you back to his dorm, filling the time with stories about his past hunts. When he finally reaches the doors and pushes them open, he’s startled to see all of the Pomefiore students jumping out and yelling “Surprise!” with Vil standing in the middle of the hallway with Epel by his side looking very proud of himself.

Rook’s eyes tear up again, but doesn’t let them fall as he runs over to hug Vil, kneeling in front of the Housewarden and hugging his waist. Vil sighs and pats Rook’s head but forces him to stand up before ruins either of their outfits.

The party involved a full course meal, which in reality was a really small portion, before Epel brought out a cake. After everyone sings happy birthday, conducted by Vil who ensured everyone was in perfect harmony, Vil used a precise hand to cut the small cake into multiple tiny and thin slices. He’s a bit more lenient with Rook and offers the birthday boy a normal-sized slice. Rook will scarf down the cake before complimenting the chef, and he might even try to sneak a few bites off your plate.

When it comes to presents, Vil is probably gifting Rook a new bow and arrow while Epel will get Rook a new quiver or some fancy arrow set. He’ll thank them profusely as well, but it wasn’t as raw with emotions as when he thanked you for your gift.

As the sky gets darker, Rook will give you one more head pat and hugs you, whispering another thank you before he lets you leave. Of course he’ll follow you in the dark to make sure you got back to your dorm safely, and he’ll only feel more relaxed when he sees your door close behind you. Back in the comfort of his own room, tucked into his covers, he’ll trace over the details of your gift once more before putting them on his nightstand and hoping for good dreams about you.

#male reader #female reader #gn reader #xreader #twisted wonderland #birthday #rook hunt #pomefiore

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alvisiscrazy · 1 year ago

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The demon of the night. (pt 1)

TW-blood play, curssing, sex talk, drugs

summary- a cook for Elvis comes to realize he is really more to what we know, he is something outta this world like a book or a fairytale.

I gotten to work at the time I was supposed to lately I’ve been trying to move out my apartment while on top of working it was starting to get stressful but I needed the money.

“Y/n I need you on the night shift tonight and tomorrow night” my manger said

I nod, changing into my uniform looking in the mirror I looked alright, I started my shift preparing for breakfast which was Elvis’s favorite meal of the day. One thing I liked about working for Elvis I never had to face him alone they’d be two of us going to give him the food he never was the type to complain, I had prepared the eggs with less salt and pepper using a little now making his toast once I was finished the second cook had made his favorite juice (cranberry juice) “All set let’s get this food up to him” We went upstairs knocking on the door once for him to know his food is ready, I went to clean the dishes I had used then I heard the beeper go off “Can someone come upstairs Mr. Presley needs assistance” I answered the phone “I will be up” I said making my way to the side staircase knocking on the door “Come in” He sounded piss I let out the air in my lungs now opening the door. He turned in a quickness “These eggs have no seasoning, take this trash back” he said nearly throwing the place at me “Yes sir- right away” I said grabbing the plate “And clean up this damn mess” I quickly hurried downstairs to grab the broom, I had cleaned up the mess “Tell Macy to come up” Macy was my manger “Yes sir” I said I went into the office "Mary, Elvis wants you" She sighed "It's always something with him" She said putting the stack of papers in her desk, I made my way back into the kitchen to finsh cleaning "Y/n come in my office" She yelled I made my way into her office "Sit" she said I sat "Elvis said you have inproved your cooking skills,he wants you to travel with him" What? I thought he hated my cooking "Oh well um- thanks I need some time to think" I said "You get paid extra for traveling he isn't that hard to handle" That triggerd something in my brain "Well okay when do I start?" I asked "In two days, so get packed" Macy said. I gotten home from work in shock that I got offered to be Elvis's personal chef "What's gotten into you?" My roomate Kelly asked "I gotten offered to be Elvis, the king's personal chef while he travels" Kelly's face had dropped "What did you say?" "I said hell yea, I mostly need the extra cash" I said "I'm glad you need to get out see the world, speaking James had came by looking for you" She said "Gross, why?" She shook her head, I took a shower getting ready for bed I gotten the chills no air was on I was confused I felt this presence cold just cold I didn't mind it thinking I left my windown open.

(two days later)

I was all packed I placed my bags in my trunk now heading to work, I had some time to grab a coffee I gotten to work on time as always ( the first one here), I walked in heading to the basement to change into my uniform I looked at the meal list today (waffles, eggs) I made homemade waffles that my grandma had showed when I was little I even made the eggs how Elvis liked it, I knocked on the door “Bring the food to me, I can't get up" He said I slowly opened the door "Morning sir" I said with a smile I couldn't read what mood he was in today. I placed the napkins on his lap and putting the food tray over his legs "Anything else you would like sir?" I said with a smile once again "No...go" He said looking at the tv "Wait.. My heart sunk out my chest... "The food is good, keep up the good work" He said with a smile "Thank you sir" I closed the door letting out all the air in my lungs.

The day had went by fast now my shift was over I waited for Elvis to call and come get me from my house..... The phone had rung twice I didn't even notice "Hello, goddamn about damn time, I'm here" He said with a harsh tone "Oh- ok coming sir" I ended the line I made my way to Kelly's room "I'm off, wish me luck" I said waving "Bye, goodluck" I made my way out the door seeing Elvis's limo I got in the limo the men placed my bags in the trunk I sat in the back close to Elvis once again getting that cold feeling my arm brushed up against his arm cold just cold.

We gotten to the airport around 12 ish Elvis had gotten a private jet he didn’t want to be consumed by any fans, I gotten on the plane after Elvis looking for something to drink I opened the mini fridge seeing blood bags of all kinds and I looked up I saw Elvis running towards me “What the hell are you doin?” He yelled closing the mini fridge “Sorry I just wanted water” ��Under no circumstances you go in my fridge ya hear?” He said staring in my eyes “Yes sir” I said backing up.... He was being was weird

I was nervous after what happened earlier so I kept my distance from Elvis going into the bed he said I could sleep in, I woke up looking outside the window it was daylight I turned over seeing him asleep he looked so peaceful his messy hair his soft looking lips.... I shouldn't be saying this I gotten up making my way into the front of the plane I had asked one of the workers for water and food, In the next hour we finally landed, at the hotel Jerry one of Elvis's workers told me I will be working in a private kicthen from everyone else which I didn't mind... I gotten my own room away from everyone I was more then happy I called my mom "Hey, guess where I am" I said laughing "Where?" She asked "In Vegas" My hometown "Oh, Y/n I wanna see you" She said with a happy tone "Me to, maybe I could get out of working sometime" I said thinking "You came out here for work?" She asked "Yes, I still work forElvis I am his personal chef" "Well, talk to him I wanna see you" She said I was getting a call from a diffrent line "Hey, I'll call you later Love you" "Okay, love you" I ended the line with my mom "Hello" I said "Elvis says come up for lunch" Jerry said "Um- Okay I will be up soon" I said ended the line, Looking for a okay outfit since tomorrow is my first day on the job I ended up putting on a pair of jeans and a T- shirt with some old converse....

I waited by the elevator (ding ding) I went up the penthouse "Welcome" Jerry said he glanced at my outfit chucking to himself "His gonna love this" I heard him say... He opened the door to the penthouse all eyes shot on me I sat at the table smiling at everyone... We ate lunch but I stayed quiet mostly the whole group started to reminisce on old times... Elvis excued the table I gotten up "Y/n stay seated" He said I sat once again awkwardly He waited for everyone to leave the penthouse he sighed really loud "May I ask why'd you come in here dressed like a hippy?" "Well I didn't bring anything else I thought I was only here for work" I said looking down "I don't like it, so change it" He said harshly "Okay, I will" I said looking up at him noticing the color change in his eyes "Jerry will take you to my favoite stores tomorrow, you may be excued"

I gotten up in the quickness heading the door holding back my tears... I gotten to my room calling my mom "Hey, I can see you now" I said "How about you come for dinner?" "Sounds good to me" I said "Okay, see you then" I ended the line.... I stayed in my room til it was 5 then my lined rung "Hello" I said "Hey, Elvis wanted to know what you wanted for dinner" Jerry said "I'm going over my mom's for dinner tonight" I said "I will let Elvis know" Jerry said ending the line

I gotten ready putting on a skirt set with my white converse I put my hair in a high ponytale doing my makeup.... I went to the lobby seeing a familer limo... Elvis rolled the window down "Get in" He said I rolled my eyes "What?" "Get in the damn car y/n" I got in the limo crossing my arms "I want to meet your mother" He said "You don't even know where she lives" I said "I do, wasn't that hard to find it" I gottten the chills I turned my head facing the window "I like the outfit" He said I didn't mind him at all then I thought of Macy's words "He isn't that hard to handle" He was I can tell this was starting to be a bad idea.... We pulled in the driveway I quickly gotten out heading the door knocking on the door my father had opened the door "Hey, y/n I missed you" "I miss you to daddy" I said hugging him It's been 4 whole years since I seen my parents "How the hell are you" He asked "I'm great" I saw his eyes widen "And you brought a guest Elvis" he shouts "Oh, that's my boss" I said "Where's mom?" I asked "She went to the store, but your sister is in town as well" I nod he opened the door letting us in the house still looks the same as when I left it brought me peace I went upstairs to see my old room the posters the hippy stuff I laid on my old bed day dreaming of how it used to be before life came at me with everything it had. “You are a true hippy" I heard him say.

#elvis x reader #the demon of the night elvis #elvis

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fangirlstorycreator · 2 years ago

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Could I request a Jack Blaylock ask! I so love your writing. How about Jack finding new love after all that's happened and he just wants to prove how much he loves us after a nice dinner at a good restaurant. Possibly ending in some love making at the end if you're okay with that 🤍🤍

Thank you anon, I'm so happy you love my writings 😁 I hope you enjoy, this is my first Jack Blaylock story 💚

One day when you were working your usual hours at the bar, it was lunch time and you were either making drinks behind the bar or serving food to the customers. For the time being, you were serving food, and your chef friend said "Order up for table 6, just the one meal" "I'm on it" you said back. Taking the plate of burger and fries, you walk into the main part of the room and look for table 6. You spot it by the window with the gentleman's back facing you, so you dont see his face as you walk over. However, when you arrive at the table to give him his food, your now facing him and it hits you just how handsome this man is.

He had short dark hair, blue eyes and a beautifully soft smile, which seems to grow upon looking at you. "Table 6, burger and fries?" "Yes that's me, thank you" You move to put the plate infront of him as he reaches up to take it from you. It's at that moment that his fingers brush against yours as the plate is exchanged, and you cant help the smile that spreads across your face. "Enjoy your meal sir" "Jack" "Ok then, enjoy your meal Jack" Your both smiling by the time your leaving to go back to the bar, your tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as your thinking "Wow hes cute!" About 20 minutes later, most of the customers have gone and you have collected their plates and cleaned their tables...all but one...

You walk over to Jack and see him happily sat there with an empty plate. "Was everything alright for you?" "Yes it was, the burger was cooked perfectly. You can give my compliments to the chef" "I will certainly do that for you" Your about to leave with his plate when he says "Miss?" "Yes?" "Listen uhh, I'm not going to lie to you, when you served me earlier, I had never seen a woman as beautiful as you" Your blushing very hard and you tuck your hair behind your ear again. "I was wondering if maybe....I could take you out for a drink tomorow night? And maybe get your number?" You try to play it cool as best as you can "I think it's very brave to ask a woman out for a drink without knowing her name first" "Bravery is my middle name, so? May I ask your name?"

You just smile to yourself as you pull out your pen and note pad from your hip, and write something down on it. Once you have written it, you hand it to him while saying "I finish work at 6 tomorrow..." Then just giving him a smile and walking away, so when he looks at the paper it reads "(for the story, pretend there's a phone number) "Y/N x" He smiles and bites at his lower lip loving that hes managed to get a date with you tomorow. It was now the evening of the date, and you were just doing the finishing touches of your makeup, before grabbing your clutch bag and grabbing a taxi to the restaurant Jack had texted you about. When you arrived, you saw him standing outside waiting for you, he was wearing a nice pair of black jeans and a white shirt that was ever so slightly open so you could see his chest and a little chest hair.

You were wearing a knee length dark blue bodycon dress with the perfect amount of cleavage, you had a cardigan in your arms and of course your clutch bag. He greeted you with a hug and a kiss on the cheek then you both proceeded to enter the restaurant. The date was going amazingly, he was a true gentleman and you both had so much in common. You both loved the same music, same food and had hobbies that were very similar to eachother. There was never a dull moment or an aquard silence, it was perfect. You both finish up in the restaurant and it's a lovely warm starry night, so you both decide to go for a walk through the local park, it was all lit up at night so it looked beautiful.

Again, the conversation never stoped and at one point his hand entangled with yours at you were both walking through the park, he even stopped for a moment to pick a flower and put it behind your ear. Its was starting to get late now, when he suggested "I have had a great time with you tonight Y/N, would you like me to walk you home?" "I'd like that....if you'd like to come upstairs for a drink?" He doesn't answer, just instead smiles cheekily and holds your hand again as you guide him towards your place. It's not long before you arrive, when your outside your door and you unlock it, then you let yourself and Jack into your flat. "I like your place, its nice, and it seems to be colour coordinated" "Yes I do like having my rooms look nice and vibrant, as you can see my living room is white and turquoise"

"And the others?" "Well my kitchen is white and green, my bathroom white and greek blue" He stands a little closer to you, when he says "And...your bedroom? What colours do you have in there?" He asks you seductively. "My bedroom colours..." you say while resting your hand on his chest and slowly gliding it down. "Are purple...and silver...." It seems that neither of you can carry on this flirting anymore, that's when Jack's lips crash against yours in a desperate embrace, and one of your hands holds onto his shoulder as the other runs through his beautiful dark hair. His hands move down your body and rest against your ass, before he grabs them and lifts you up to wrap you around his hips. You continue to kiss him as he crashes with you through your bedroom door and you both fall on the bed.

Neither of you can keep your hands off eachother, and you start to tear his clothes off of him. His shirt first, revealing his braud and muscular chest, then your hands unzip his jeans and you starts to slowly pull them down. All while he does the same to you, it was like you were both starved of physical touch. Once your both completely naked, you push him onto his back as you climb on top and sit on his lap. You grab his hands and bring them to your heaving breasts, as you position yourself right over his cock, slowly sinking down onto it so you can take all of him in. You both gasp at the feeling of eachother, and without hesitation you start moving your hips back and forth against him, riding him like there was no tomorrow. He cant help but moan and watch you ride him, you even bend down a little and leave scratch marks with your nails from the intence feeling your experiencing.

His hands grab your hips and he quickens the pace, that was the perfect pace you were looking for "Oh fuck Jack, dont stop!" He does exactly as he's told, he doesn't change his speed or position, he just keeps doing what you said, and before you know it, your reaching a very powerful and leg shaking orgasm, all while Jack watches you. "God Y/N, you sound so fucking sexy when you cum" Once your orgasm slowls a little, he grabs you and presses you against the bed while pinning your wrists down on the bed. He thrusts back into you again, hard and deep, making another intense orgasm build. But this time, it makes you scream and Jack has his own orgasm too, so you both crying out in pleasure, loving every moment of this sexual bliss. Once both your body's start to relax a little, Jack kisses you softly before removing himself from you and lying next to you on your bed. Your both quite breathless after that experience, but he manages to say "Now that....was incredible!" "It was....my god your good Jack...." You both look at eachother before sharing a chuckle. He pulls you into his chest and you eventually both fall asleep, clearly needing the rest after your long night...

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #jack blaylock #jack blaylock x reader

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cyanomys · 7 months ago

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Easy Meals: Vegan/Vegetarian Edition

Option 1: Do the above, but with mock meats.

You can do this with most frozen meat substitutes. Or even better, use tofu, which is extremely affordable. Just make sure to cut it into planks so it's easy to flip, instead of cubes. Season it well with soy sauce etc. Extra or super firm will work best. Treat it more like a delicate vegetable -- sear the outside but don't cook it to mush.

Option 2: Things On Potatoes

This is one of my favorites. It is very simple. You need:

A sizable potato of some kind for each person eating

Whatever veggies are in your fridge or freezer

Tofu or beans

Veggie broth or boullion

Cutting board, knife, and shallow pan.

Cube tofu or drain beans in can, chop fresh veg (not potatoes).

Brown all of that in a pan with some oil.

Put the potato(es) in the microwave for however long the internet says to microwave potatoes. Wash your cutting board and knife.

Combine about a half cup of veggie broth with a teaspoon of corn starch. Do not actually measure this, it does not matter. Just use a cup and a spoon to stir -- you can rinse these out and use them to eat with. Pour in as much to your veg as seems "enough" to make a gravy without drowning them. Let it come to a boil and thicken, turning glossy.

Split open the potatoes on plates with butter. Spoon the veg mixture on top. You know have an incredibly comforting meal. Enjoy.

Option 3: Veggie Mac & Cheeze

Make your box mac and cheeze (or cheese if you're vegetarian) into a meal. The ingredients:

Boxed mac & cheeze.

Frozen vegetables of your choice.

A can of beans. Or, a can of veggie chili if you're feeling spicy.

A pot suitable for boiling pasta and a colander.

Drain your beans if they are the plain kind.

Boil the pasta according to box directions. But, a couple minutes after you put the pasta in, also throw in the frozen veg too. This will change the cook time a bit but it's no big deal, just taste the pasta for doneness every minute or two once it comes back up to a boil. Drain the cooked pasta and veg.

Now back in the now-empty pasta pot, follow the box directions for the sauce. I add a little extra soy milk, nooch, slices of Chao, etc to dress it up and extend it a bit.

Once the sauce is ready, toss the pasta and veg in, and the beans. You now have veggie mac. Or if you used chili beans, chili mac.

Option 4: Sheet Pan Thirds Meal

This one may look complicated, but it's incredibly simple, and you only have to clean the cutting board.

Things you will need:

Hearty veggies (potatoes, carrots, beets)

Delicate veggies (squash, green beans, tomatoes, eggplant)

Tofu or canned beans

Sauces of your choosing for veg and/or tofu (butter, BBQ, etc)

Cutting board, knife, sheet pan, foil/parchment paper, tongs

Set oven to 375F. While you wait, chop hearty veggies and place on 1/3 of a COMPLETELY foil-covered sheet pan, seasoning with oil, salt, & seasonings of choice -- I like rosemary and red pepper.

Bake for 20 minutes. Chop delicate veggies while it's baking.

For beans: drain in the can, then still in the can toss them with oil, and season to taste; I like chili powder.

For tofu: cut into cubes, shake in a bag with corn starch, salt, and seasonings (e.g., nutritional yeast, garlic powder, poultry seasoning).

After the 20 minutes is up, add delicate veggies to the middle third of the pan.

If using tofu, add it to the final third as well. Bake for 20 minutes, flipping halfway through.

If using beans instead of tofu, bake delicate veggies for 10 minutes before adding beans to the final third for 10 more minutes. Clean your cutting board while you wait. This is your only dish to wash!

Plate with sauce (e.g., butter for veggies, BBQ sauce for tofu). Toss the foil from your now-clean sheet pan.

Footnote: I'm a massive fan of people learning to cook without recipes. You don't need to follow a recipe and be a fancy chef every time you need food. I PROMISE you, you are 100% capable of turning ingredients into a meal all by yourself. For most of human history, we have cooked whatever we had without following specific, complicated instructions. Nothing here is measured because it doesn't need to be -- it really doesn't matter. At all. All you need is a little guidance, which I hope I have helped to provide :)

i had to make a solution for this for myself, mostly because of depression, but it makes a nice How To for folks who are low on spoons or could use some help in the kitchen.

Fortunately i was a professional cook for over a decade. UNfortunately the first post i made explaining it was suuuuper long. Let's see if i can do better

So you select any protein that you can cook in a frying pan -- chicken breasts, ground beef, pork chops, sausages, steak, chicken thighs, whatever. You also select one or two types of veggie (mushrooms or tubers also work, i just did this with potatoes and carrots for dinner tonight).

[i like cooking for vegetarians, but this is how i cook for myself when i'm low on spoons - perhaps i'll do another post for meatless meals]

You'll also need some kind of oil, and a sauce or two of your choice in a bottle. All cooking gear is a large frying pan with lid (i prefer non-stick) a spatula, a cutting board, and a knife.

You cut the veggies into bite size pieces, cut up enough for two meals. One kind of veggie is fine, or you can do mix two or three

Put frying pan on medium heat with a little oil. Tubers or mushrooms or go in the pan a few minutes before the protein. 2 portions of the protein goes in the pan, about 5 minutes with lid (don't worry you can still get a good sear on both sides)

Now flip your protein if it's flip-able and add normal veggies, put the lid back on another five-ish minutes.

Take your protein out and put it with one portion of the veggies in a microwave safe container. That's going to be your lunch tomorrow. Put the other portion of protein on a plate to rest (you have to let a cooked protein sit a couple minutes before you serve it or when you cut into it all the juices run out and it goes dry - the liquids thicken as it cools, preventing this drying out if you let it rest, the goal is to serve it very warm but not hot hot)

While it's resting, pour some sauce from your bottle in the pan with the rest of the veggies and turn up the heat. A single sauce/bottle is fine, i like to get fancy and mix a couple. Two examples of personal favorite mixes are 1: bbq sauce and a hot sauce like sriracha 2: roughly equal parts low sodium soy sauce and worcestershire (makes something similar to a teriyaki sauce) A swallow of wine is almost always a great option if you want to add that to your sauce too, just add it to the pan before the other sauces so the alcohol has time to burn off.

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Here is the important bit. While your veggies are finishing, wash your cutting board and chef knife. Then when you dump your veggies and sauce over your protein on the plate, while it is still too hot to eat, you wash your frying pan and spatula before you eat. Now the only dishes you have left to do are your plate and fork. Maybe a steak knife.

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The whole thing takes about 35 minutes even with washing the dishes, and that includes your lunch for the next day- just pour a different sauce on and stick it in the microwave for a couple minutes (or five minutes back in the frying pan) and you have a full healthy lunch with a different flavor

You can use this technique every single meal and it yields hundreds of combinations, from pork and potatoes bbq, to salmon and broccoli teriyaki, to chicken and zucchini in a soy glaze.

It will keep you down to less than an hour of kitchen time per day total for both lunch and dinner including all dish clean up, uses the least dishes, the least effort, requires the least technique, and is, depending on what you pick out, very affordable

here are a couple more examples from this month; i didn’t take pictures of the salmon i did recently, but you get the idea

it's not super fancy, but it is easy, affordable, quick, and any flavors you want. Hope this helps some folks

Happy Cooking!

#recipes #depression #mental health #life skills #cooking #vegan #vegetarian

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dsandrvk · 5 months ago

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Wednesday, September 25 - Sea days

We've had a busy three days (yes, three - since we repeated Tuesday, September 24, due to the date line), and it's been a lot of fun. We started off getting up around 5:15 on the morning of September 24 the first, as we off-loaded some Fijian officials in Tonga, and spent about an hour there. It was quite a set of small and one larger Islands and we saw lots of birds flying near the only village we could see. The islands all appeared to have vertical cliffs, and we saw only one area below the village where one could land and get ashore. Later, we saw a few beaches as we went around the main island, but they, too, were cut off from the rest of the island by cliffs. We did see one humpback whale dive just off our starboard side as we left our position. This area also had several whale watching boats out already at 6:30 AM - we have heard that they do "swim with sharks" tours, also. Surprisingly, with only one small village visible (there were others up on top of the island, along with an "airport", we had cellular service. Can we count Tonga as a new country if we have "Welcome to Tonga" as a text from T- Mobile?

We also had another round of "Baggo", which is the Seabourn version of Cornhole. Lupi has made it a bit more interesting by adding as an option getting the bag into the golden trash can, worth 100 points, while the highest on the board is just 40 points. He also sits there with his face exposed while we make our attempts, and deducts 100 points if we hit his face. Best shot was one that bounced off the wall, landed on top of his head and then fell into the trash can.

One afternoon there was a "fun fair" with each department hosting a table with a competition. Some were like "find our current location on a paper chart", but some involved knot tying (the expedition team), or pillowcase stuffing (our housekeepers who had fun switching genders for their participation). The doctor had a body cutout and pictures with puns to put in the right place, such as a picture of a hand reaching and an apple, which was "Adam's apple", and a plate of red beans, which were kidneys. And of course there was beer pong.

In addition to the talks given by our expedition team, today they also presented a small skit about a Polynesian lad wanting to build a canoe, which gave them a chance to explain something in a more humorous and fun way, especially since we have come to know the team so well, and could laugh at their dramatization. I also think they loved putting on Polynesian shirts, rather than their usual work polo shirts. And building a canoe does seem to be quite complex, since everything seems to have to be timed to various full moons. Not something you can do in a week or even a month.

Our bears also visited the bridge during open bridge hours and were drafted into being lookouts. Nothing to see except for the occasional flying fish or Booby.

The last two pictures are of our gang having a more informal dinner with the future cruise consultant, who one couple has known since he was a waiter. The other is a big birthday celebration in the dining room for three of the guys who have September birthdays, including Russ. Since our executive chef is Indian, we arranged an Indian feast, and it was completely over the top! The first picture is just the appetizer round, although it would have been fine as a meal, with three kinds of chicken on the skewers, and spicy noodles, etc. But following that, we had plate after plate of goodness - shrimp and scallops on scallop shells, tagine lamb, tikki marsala chicken, black cod, spicy tofu, cauliflower nuggets and onion patties, naan, chapatis and poppadoms, and some things I'm forgetting. After all this there were three cakes, as well as Indian desserts. This was all last night, and I'm still not hungry. Although we couldn't eat all of it (by a long stretch), we knew it wasn't going to go to waste, since the leftovers were going to be a special treat for the staff. And the whole thing was an incredible treat for us.

We have made some truly wonderful friends on this journey, and all but two of us at the table are continuing on to Chile, but we will miss our Aussie friends. Most of us are on the same trivia team, and we have been very successful because we all have different areas of expertise, but also trust one another. It's been great.

We have one more sea day before we arrive in Papeete, and say goodbye to some and hello to new folks (and crew - we are also losing some of our favorites, but are happy for them to be going home to family or off on an adventure). We still have one more leg ahead of us, and a lot of special, unique places to visit. There will be more when we get to French Polynesia.

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fallenthemisticalyingyang · 11 months ago

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Hello, this is my first time actually posting a story here. And if you seen this in wattpad.

I did not copy them. I made the book myself and then copy them. ^^

This is, "into the Dead-plateverse"

Chinyifan speaking.

Rody speaking

Vincent speaking

Chinyifan pov

I was just finishing watching the game play of deadplate. that was famous for the scene and scenery. A bistro that was own by a cannibalism, handsome, manipulative chef. Vincent charbonneau that have no taste bud at all.

And the only waiter. Rody lamoree, who is broke as he'll, live in a untidy apartment who fucking burn cereal for some fucking reason. Work his ass just to spoil his girl friend Manon who broke him up.

I just sigh, leaning against my gaming chair. Looking at the time. 3:00pm. Great, I'm hungry as fuck..

Getting off my chair, I headed to my dresser and wore a purple short sleeve shirt and a black short that reach till my knee. Tying my hair up into a pony tail. Grabbing my basket, i put my drawing book, pencil and eraser into it.

Along with a fully charge power bank and my charger, phone in it. Walking toward my door and open it. But something was weird.. this isn't the house I'm living. But a forest?

"What. The. Fuck?"

Was the only thing i could let out. I snapped my head toward the door. A cottage, a mushroom cottage.

"I'm not at home..." i was in the verge of meltdown. Running through the Forrest as fast as she could. Until i met socialize. But the image i saw was traumatizing. A bistro. The same bistro as deadplate. Who Vincent charbonneau own.. "shit.. I'm in dead plate, aren't I?.." i mutter, looking at the bag i had.

Which had the normal thing i had pack. But along with. 7 money bag full of money. Which were full of france currency. There was at least 700 sheet of 500, 600 sheet of 200 and 100, 500 sheets of 50 and 20. And 200 sheet of 10 and 40 sheet of 5. (Somehow)

"Holy shit.. that's a lot of money..." i mutter, but then. My stomach started to growl. "Guess I'll try the food.." i mutter, entering the door which was greeted by rody lamoree, he was alot more taller than I expected.

A black and white waiter uniform. That bright smile, green eyes and tan skin. And that fluffy hair made me want to touch it. I notice I was basically the first person here. It must be the first day and first shift for him. "Hello ma'am! 1 person I assume?" He spoke which broke my thought.

"Ah... yes." I blurred out which he gave me a nod. He guides me to a 1 table as she noticed the menu laying neatly at the table. I took it and look at it. It was just like the game. Having for meals. Appetizer, main. Or main course, side and dessert.

I just look at the menu before smiling. "I would like an appetizer." I spoke as rody smile and nod. Heading to the counter and hand the paper to the chef. I look around, not really mind that I had to wait. But I am happy I have my phone and thing.

But it might he weird for a person who is in dead plate where there isn't any phone. Since i assumr i was in the 50's or so. I took out my drawing book and started drawing with a pencil. Some expression, hair style, pose and more. I use this to spent away the waiting. And when I hear footstep coming to my table.

I close my book and shove the book into the bag I had, I saw rody coming with the appetizer. Smoked Salmon Canapés might be the case. I AK not fluent in anything france related so it's a good thing that they can speak proper English.. I took it with a thank and took a bite, and Holy shit it's fucking amazing.

Without any hesitation. I took all 14 of them and took it into my mouth. Chewing with a happy face, swallowing it as I saw rody came back. I smile and put the plate at the side.

"I would like a main." I said it with no hesitation, which he nod and went to the kitchen. I sat there, hoping what l just did there is lady like. I need to remember that I needed to be like a npc. A normal customer.

I sat there, waiting as I felt the stare of none other than the head chef. Vincent charbonneau. I didn't care if i getting watch. I sat there, waiting. It's normal for food to get served for a long time in my home anyways. So im alright with this.

Noticing rody coming with a medium rare sneak. I smile and took it. Eating it calmly. Trying not to raise suspicious. I finish the meal and stack it nicely. Before asking for a side and a dessert at the same time.. he nodded and sent it in. I sat there.

"I just hope I didn't say the wrong thing.." i lowered my voice. Not wanting anyone to hear my voice, looking around making sure no one actually heard my voice. I notice rody came with the side and dessert.

Which was salad and macaroons. My favorite which I ate quickly. Pulling out my first purse orbag. Pulling out 8 sheet of 500 and 8 sheet of 200. Placing it at the table before closing the bag.

Placing it in my bag and got up. Walking toward the exit. But I didn't leave. I sat at the corner. Beside the entry and exit. Listening and watching.

Rody lamoree pov

I went to clean the plate that customer had ate, when I was putting the plates on my tray, I saw 5600 on the table. I was surprised as I took them and took the dirty dishes into the back. Strange, the plates were fully clean.

No dispose of waste. Just clean, I was confuse to say the least. I headed to my boss. Vincent. Tapping his shoulder asking if we can talk.. . "The customer that I serve was strange chef.." I spoke quietly ad I look at him.

And ended up getting a raise eye brow from my boss.. "That customer gave me a large amount of cash. 5600 to be exact... the plates were also clean to the point no left over what so ever..." I started explaining.

"And when the severing was extremely slow... she isn't showing any sign of annoyed of dissatisfied. She sat there, staring at my work... like a doll..." I spoke, which Vincent. Well being him, just roll his eyes.

"Lamoree, I'm sure that's how all customer Is. Your thinking to much. Go back to work." Vincent spoke as I sigh, nodding as I went to greet and serve the second customer of the day.

Chinyifan pov

"That was close, only he suspected me. Not Vincent... Great.. 4 more day till the burn.." I mutter, getting out the bush and zipped through the forrest. And arrive at the mushroom cottage. "Time to sleep I guess... but where is the bed... oh." I mutter.

Stumbling into a room. It was decent as it was full of books and shelfs. A nice oak brown colour table, that i can place my bag. A decent bed and a absolutely stunning view. I went to change in the so convenient blue shirt and white pants. "At least I have something to wear." I sigh. Going to bed.

That's all!

#dead plate

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kitashousewife · 2 years ago

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an: i have so so so much toge on the brain. also i am actually quite good at wrapping presents might i add

pairings: inumaki x fem!reader

warnings: ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP, fluff lots of fluff, friends to lovers. no warnings really

with only a few days to spare, the rest of your christmas shopping is officially complete. every person on your list has been bought for, and each gift was chosen carefully.

thought was put into the wrapping paper as well. pretty paper, bows, even simple little gift tags to address afterwards, it was all perfect. you sigh as you flop down onto the couch, shopping bags crinkling against the floor once they're finally released from your grasp. it only takes a few minutes of relaxing for you to decide that there is no way you are going to do this, not alone that is. grabbing your phone to snap a quick photo, you send it to the only person who can help.

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what would it take to get you to help me wrap presents?

toge shows up at your door soon after, responding to you that the only way he would help is if you bought him dinner.

"thanks for coming, i just-"

a gasp cuts you off, and from by your side inumaki's face is wrought with concern. he raises an eyebrow at you while pointing at the multitude of bags and boxes. his fists move up, palms facing the air with a smirk. how much?

you roll your eyes. "hey, your gift is in there too. and it's...none of your business," you try to end the conversation quickly, thinking of a plan to snatch the receipts before inumaki can. he quickly plops down on the living room floor, grabbing the first box and shaking it. it rattles only slightly while he examines it, before gesturing it towards you.

you hum. "that one is for yuuta. it's a set of pens he told me about once," you join him on the ground, reaching for a gift tag and filling it out. you stop though, halfway through writing your name when you get a little distracted.

watching inumaki wrap a gift is how you think watching a professional chef plate a five-star meal would be like. he somehow cuts the perfect amount of wrapping paper without even measuring it three times to be sure (much like yourself). his delicate fingers smooth over the spot where the paper is joined together, placing a small piece of double-sided tape down. the ends are next, carefully folded with precision, and fastened in place. the present is perfect and professional, and not a single crinkle or bend in the paper. that's not even the best part.

"how many pieces of tape did you use?" you ask, completely baffled. all he does is laugh.

he holds up three fingers, not even looking at you before searching for the next gift.

"three?" he nods. "you're kidding. where did you learn how to do this?"

he knows your question is rhetorical, as it would take a long time to sign. questions like this one between the two of you are usually saved for later, once he has his phone to really get his thoughts out. for now though, he smirks, tapping his right thumb to his lips twice. it's a secret.

the next gift is a larger box, about the size of a shoe box. which, inuamki expects it to be. something for yuuji, maybe. he is mistaken though, as the box is quite heavy. he makes a dramatic groan, giving you a wide-eyed expression. you laugh, hoping he would grab that one before you could.

"that's for makki. it's a knife set she wanted," you explain, nodding as you use the seventh piece of tape on your very small perfume box for nobara. inuamki grins at that, before pointing at the gift and scoffing. he has one palm up, one palm down, alternating their positions. messy.

"leave me alone!" you groan, finally taping down the last corner. it's wrapped, that's for sure. inumaki has the audacity to laugh. "shut up toge! it's the thought that counts, right?" he points to it once more. "oh, it's a perfume for nobara. she showed it to me this summer when we were at the shops."

inumaki finishes makki's gift in a quarter of the time it took you, even adding a little bow to rub it in your face. he rubs his hands together before sliding a small box to you, and a larger one to himself to save you the trouble.

the larger one is something for panda. he had mentioned how cold it was getting, and you thought a heated blanket might be perfect. inumaki hums at the box, a little jealous before giving a pout.

the smaller one, which rests in your palm, was one you forgot to hide. toge points to it, and you panic.

"m-megumi, it's a new c-collar for one of his dogs," you stutter out a lie, keeping your head down as you try to wrap it quickly. thankfully inumaki continues on, gliding his scissors through the wrapping paper with ease.

the box is actually holding a simple ring. a plain gold band, with a beautiful deep purple stone set right in the middle. dainty and simple, but really quite beautiful. as most of the gifts you bought, this one really stood out to you. inumaki loves to wear rings from time to time, mostly simple or cool ones the two of you find on missions. the stone is the exact shade of his eyes, plus you thought it would look beautiful in contrast with his pretty, pale fingers.

you spent around fifteen minutes looking at the ring before you finally decided to just do it. a few weeks ago, you had the realization that your love for inumaki may be more than just platonic. his hugs began to feel tighter, heavy with adoration that wasn’t just friendly. your gaze landed on his lips more often than not, and every time the two of you were alone you felt your stomach flutter.

the day you realized your love for inumaki was when the two of you were getting lunch with nobara, gossiping and carrying on when the server slipped inumaki their number. he was polite of course, taking the slip of paper with a wave and his eyes smiling over his jacket, but you felt your heart sink. nobara noticed of course, talking with you about it later, when it finally hit you.

you decided to make this christmas gift a way to show your love, your feelings, your adoration and care all in one. and hopefully, convince yourself to finally confess.

the two taps of inumaki's fingers on the box in his lap draws your attention away from the box that feels very heavy in yours.

"oh, that's for yuuji! it's a..." you think for a second while he shakes it close to his head, but it doesn't make a sound. "it's some socks actually." his pointer finger pulls away from his nose as he laughs. boring.

"it is not! he asked for them! i promise," you hold your hands up and he snickers.

inumaki wouldn't want to be anywhere else tonight. he was overjoyed that you texted him. every minute he spends with you is perfect. he was actually hanging out with panda, and he wouldn't admit it but he did have plans to see a movie that night with panda and yuuta, but yuuta wouldn't let him. not that he's complaining, but inumaki feels nervous around you now. he feels anxious, the love he's grown to have for you feels suffocating at times. but, he's almost positive that you don't see him in the same light. why would you? the prettiest girl he’s ever seen surely has her eyes on someone else.

"that's the last one," you sigh, pointing at the final box at his feet. he grabs it, laughing at the amount of presents he's done in the span of your two. he thinks it’s cute, the scrunch of your nose and narrow eyes when you focus on getting the tape just right.

inumaki’s thumb rests under his chin, his pointer finger bending twice. who?

“megumi! it’s a matching set of food and water bowls for the dogs, i thought-“ you stop yourself when he raises his eyebrows at you and hums. “i-well..”

he tuts, scooting closer to you, only inches apart. his heart is racing, but he doesn’t show it. he looks up at you, purple eyes glimmering in the low light of the christmas tree. he picks up the wrapped box in your hands and shakes it lightly, gesturing it towards you, then to megumi’s real gift. his palm goes up, before making a hang loose motion and tapping his chin, worry washing over his face. what’s wrong?

you sigh, deep and a little shaky. your mind flashes back to that lunch, nobara telling you on the walk home to tell inumaki, that he might feel the same way. you close your eyes for a moment, opening then to meet inumaki’s eyes.

you soften immediately, met with the small smile of your best friend. his hair is messy, face exposed to show you his pretty tattoos and soft lips, which turn down into a small pout when you don’t speak.

“nothings wrong, it’s just…it’s stupid, really.”

his brows furrow and he shakes his head. you exhale, putting the small box on his knee that rests right next to yours.

“it’s for you.”

he points to himself, eyebrows raised. you nod, pushing the box further into his lap. both of his hands from a y shape, lowering down to his hips. now?

you give him a nervous laugh and nod. he carefully unwraps your rather rushed wrapping, shaking it at you and giving you a goofy grin before fully unwrapping it. popping the top off from the small box, he sees the ring.

the two of you stare, at the ring than each other. his mouth opens and shuts, oohs coming from his lips and mouthing wow to you over and over. you light up at his excitement. at the very least, at least he loves it.

“try it on!” you nudge him, and he picks up the ring, slipping it on his middle finger. he moves his hand around, watching the small stone catch in the light, before signing thank you over and over.

“you’re welcome, toge. merry christmas, i’m glad you like it. i saw it in the store and thought of you right away,” you explain, watching as he rises from his spot to rifle through his things by your front door. he returns quickly, holding a box of similar size in his hands. he places it on your knee as you did moments ago, signing now once more.

“okay, okay. you didn’t have to get me anything, you know.” he rolls his eyes at that and scoffs, holding his conveniently ringed finger up at you.

in your box sits a dainty gold chain. you pull it out and hanging from the chain, is a small purple diamond, almost identical to the stone resting on his finger right now. you gasp, looking up to see a wide smile.

“toge it’s stunning! how did you know?” he simply shrugs, shuffling over on his knees to grab the necklace from your finger tips. he kneels behind you, moving your hair out of the way to fasten it behind your neck.

“thank you so much, i don’t know what to say,” an airy laugh slips from your lips and you reach to hold the stone between your fingers, completely shocked that this is even happening.

inumaki feels like the room is spinning. he wants to kiss you, kiss your neck, kiss your cheek, kiss your lips. he can’t take it anymore. when he joins you back on the floor, you shake your head.

“i seriously don’t know what to say, besides thank you,” you smile, and he smiles back. his hand comes up, index finger, pinky, and thumb raised. i love you.

your jaw drops, heart racing and mind blank.

“toge,” you breathe, and he signs it again. then again. he grabs your hand in his, looking at you in the eyes.

“i love you too,” you whisper, worried if anyone else hears this all may stop, everything just in your imagination, much like the other daydreams of this moment you’ve created.

toge leans forward, eyes moving to your lips and back up, a wordless gesture but you know just what he means, you nod and not a second passes before his lips are on yours. he sighs into the kiss, and his lips are softer than you ever thought. he only pulls away when he’s good and breathless, opening his eyes to see yours looking right back at him.

he leans back against the couch, pulling you into his arms. you feel dizzy, trying to pinch yourself to make sure this is all real. inumaki signs it once more, which you repeat. he reaches his ring clad finger up to your necklace, lightly tapping the stones together, making you giggle.

“merry christmas, toge.”

he kisses your forehead, and you snuggle into his chest a little closer. while you’re distracted, he grabs his phone from beside his thigh and quickly snaps a photo of the two of you, angling it to get you cuddled into his chest, necklace still visible. he sends it to his group, making sure yuuta and panda see how his night ended.

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how’s the movie :p

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elliotisinthefridge · 2 years ago

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Ghoul favorite food HC 👀

thank you anon for the ask!! (THIS TOOK FOREVER PARTS OF THE DRAFT KEPT GETTING DELETED AND I ALMOST THREW MY PHONE AT THE WALL!!!)

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The Nameless Ghouls and their favourite foods!!

Aether

• BANANAS!!!!

•He definitely has a sweet tooth, more leaning towards natural sugars than artificial sugars but either he loves.

•Aether is most likely to be caught in the ghoul’s kitchen shoveling grated cheese into his mouth at an unholy (heh) hour at the night.

•Even though he loooooves bananas, he despises banana flavored candy.

Mountain

•He will absolutely fuck up a caeser salad. If you were to give him a salad on a paper plate he would get too excited and eat the plate too. :’)

•Like other Earth Ghouls he is a vegetarian of course.

Rain

•Just like Copia he absolutely loves pasta, from ravioli to rigatoni to fettuccine he will absolutely fuck up whatever pasta you put in front of him. He will inhale any noodles within the ministry grounds, whether they’re cooked or not.

•You know how wolves get territorial over well, territory? Rain gets territorial over pasta. He once pushed Sodo down a flight of stairs when he found out he ate his almost week old spaghetti.

•Rain is quite the talented chef, hanging around Terzo when he was cooking he managed to get some lessons from the former Papa. Days when he misses Terzo the most he’ll cook some of the meals he was first taught how to make, just to reminisce on the memories and feel closer to him.

Sodo

•He loves spicy and sour food, or anything with some kick for that matter, but he has some of the most sensitive tastebuds out of the ghouls, hell, even out of everyone in the ministry.

•Whenever he does eat spicy food, he always has a glass of milk nearby, despite Cirrus telling him that its better for him to drink water.

•Sometimes he uses sour candy to ground himself whenever he’s especially stressed, whether it be one of the ghouls that’s getting on his nerves, or touring he always keeps a bag of sour patch kids with him, or for more stressful times of the year he’ll keep some warheads in his pockets.

•In terms of cooking? He cannot cook. Sodo has almost burnt down the ministry a couple times trying to cook. Did he once he make cupcakes that were so burnt that they made Rain throw up? We’ll never know. 🤫

Swiss

•Swiss isn’t exactly picky when it comes to food, he’ll most likely eat anything you put in front of him.

•Although he’s fine with all food, he has a special place in his heart for international food, it could be sushi, ramen, mole, enchiladas, paella, or pad thai, but when he’s done eating it he might take a couple bites of the plate too.

•He can cook very well, being able to make some of the meals listed above. Learning some of his best recipes from Rain he always tries to linger around the kitchen when the water ghoul is cooking, just to get more ideas and what not.

Cumulus

•Like Aether she has one of the biggest sweet tooth of the group, having a particular love for chocolate. She looooooves chocolate waffles not really caring whether they’re pre made or not.

•She is incredible at making desserts, especially cookies. It’s like taking a bite of heaven (ironically). As much as she doesn’t make them, Sodo and Aether are big fans of her mexican wedding cookies.

•Just like Special Ghoul brings toys, she makes pastries and goodies for the orphans in the ministry, bringing them year round. She’ll sometimes bring Copia to tell the kids some of his lighthearted stories from his time in the orphanage.

Cirrus

•She’s a big lover of seafood, her two favourite dishes being salmon patties and tuna melts.

•Although she is an air ghoul she does love restaurants or anything for that matter by the sea. Cirrus thinks it’s very relaxing to just enjoy the ocean because how it’s an entirely different world just a few miles out.

•This ghoulette is mainly in charge of keeping Sodo out of the kitchen to prevent any disasters that may or may not burn down the ministry.

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Hope you enjoyed anon and whoever else is reading this! Happy late new years! <3 (once again sorry for how long this took)

#ghost bc #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #papa emeritus iv #sodo ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette

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httpknjoon · 3 years ago

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friends with history | ksj; 2

plot | You and Jin broke up. It’s a mutual decision. Another decision you shared was to stay friends, considering you two are in a single friend group. It’s easy, you thought. Both of you just have to act like you did not have a seven-year relationship while you hang out with your other friends every Saturday with your new dates.

chapter summary | Chocolate milk, dinner night, and a couple of announcements.

words | 3.5k

genres | tiny fluff, angst, exes!au

pairing | seokjin x reader

warnings | like a single curse

note | will definitely be followed by like a 2.5 chapter or something like that. anyways, enjoy reading! i would love to hear some thoughts from you :))

main masterlist | previous | series masterlist

“That would be two dollars.”

Jin slipped a hand in his pockets to get his wallet. He smiled at the cashier as he handed her the bill. After declining the offer to put the item in the paper bag, Jin walked out of the convenience store with a chilled, chocolate milk in his hand. He eyed his wristwatch before hopping back to his car and placing the bottle on the passenger seat.

Unending streetlights were greeting him as he passed by them. The glowing moon was starting to make its appearance in the lead-colored night sky. No traffic was ahead of him, making it easier and faster for him to reach his destination. He exhaled with how peaceful everything seemed to be, even though it’s surely not. He knows that maybe a couple of hours later he will feel the opposite of what he feels now. His foot pressed the brakes smoothly as he stopped in a parking lot in front of a building.

Should I text her? Should I just go there? Or maybe I’ll just wait here?

His teeth tugged on his bottom lip as he stared at the entrance of your company building. He clutches on the steering wheel while his legs shake up and down unconsciously. He picked what he thought was the best choice: to send a message. Although he was unsure if you still have the same number, he began typing with unclear thoughts.

Good evening– Too formal.

I’m here outside– Too cold?

Jin bit the corner of his thumb as he tried to think of a message starter. Maybe I should just call? No. What if she’s busy? She also hates receiving calls without notice. He simply rests his chin on the top of the steering wheel with thoughts running inside his mind. He kept his sight on the entrance of your building.

Maybe he’ll just wait for you.

He just doesn’t want to do anything wrong after a month of not having anything with you. He noticed how inactive you were everywhere. Even in your group chat. Nonetheless, he was glad that you did not block him in any of your social media accounts. The same photos were still posted on your Instagram feed. None were archived nor removed. Your last post was a snap of a meal he cooked for you three months ago. With a caption: My freelance personal chef made me this! His lips curved into a smile when he remembered that moment.

“A perfect ten just for the inviting aroma!”

Like a little seal, you clapped your hands together as you inhaled the smell of his meal. Jin just shakes his head with your cuteness. He placed a fork beside your plate. He waited for you to finish typing in your phone before speaking,

“Food was supposed to be eaten.”

You held the fork and winked at him, “I just want to share with everyone I know that I have a personal chef.”

Jin simply chuckles and points his index finger on your plate, “Eat.”

After having your first mouthful of his spaghetti, you were squirming on your seat. He simply watched you with a smile. Even though you have the same happy gasp or humming tone every time he cooks for you, he always found you adorable. Sometimes, you would even try to say something. But with your mouth full, you were indistinct. Jin will just nod and giggle at whatever you said.

“Teach me your recipe,” you told him after consuming water.

“Baby, it’s just basic spaghetti and meatballs.” he grinned while you rolled your eyes.

“You know, when you say it like that, you sound cocky,” you uttered. “I tried the recipe from that link you sent me before. It didn’t taste anything like this.”

“Well, maybe you should add little emotion to it. Like, love– Oh!”

He caught the table napkin you threw at him before he can finish his teasing. He laughed at your sulking expression.

“That’s bullshit. You’re just saying things because you don’t want to share your very own recipe. If you won’t teach me anything, you would cook for us, for me in our whole remaining lifetime.” you tried scaring him.

But he just smiled and wiped the tomato sauce above your upper lip with his thumb, “It’s fine. I don’t mind cooking for you as long as I can.”

Too lost with recalling that event, Jin did not notice you walking out of the building. He just heard a couple of soft knocks on the passenger side. When he tilted his head in that direction, he saw you standing there with your bag clung to your shoulder. You just nod at him before he opened the lock. The familiar vanilla scent entered his nostrils as you sat on the seat.

“How long have you been here?” you asked, removing your bag from your shoulder and placing it on your lap.

He doesn’t know. He lost track of time ever since he arrived.

“Not too long.” he just replied before turning the key, starting the car.

“You should have texted me. I was already free an hour ago.” you expressed, still using the same bland tone you used earlier in the morning. “Anyways– Wait, where can I put this?”

Jin cocked his head in your direction to see what you were talking about. You were holding the bottle of chocolate milk he bought before he picked you up. It seemed like it was no longer chilled. He looked at your plain expression first before he glanced back to the road.

“Uhm… I bought– It’s for you,” he stuttered as he felt blood rushing through his ears.

“For me?”

He felt his heart beating faster when your voice did not even sound surprised nor curious. Just plain and impassive. He swallowed the imaginary lump in his throat before he explained,

“Ah, yes. I saw you buying a cup of coffee earlier. It will probably make you have trouble sleeping later. I thought… Uhm, maybe your favorite chocolate milk will help you to have a good sleep.”

Silence took over for a few moments, making Jin more anxious as he felt sweat forming on his forehead even though the car was airconditioned. The heavy beating of his heart was too loud for him to look at your reaction.

“Uh, thanks,” you spoke out softly and almost inaudibly.

“No problem.”

Another minute of uncomfortable silence passed by again. Jin felt like he was stuck in a small box. His moves were limited and he cannot breathe properly. Until you clear your throat to break out the silence.

“So… About the dinner.” you began. “How are we going to tell them that… that we broke up?”

Straightforward as always, Jin thought. One of the innumerable reasons why he liked you in the first place. You were always direct with your words and actions. You always have the heart to confront people around you. You present yourself as an open book and never hide behind a facade. Whatever you’re feeling, it shows.

“Jin?” your cold calling of his name pulled him out of deep thought.

“Yes?”

“I said, should we tell them after or before dinner?” you repeated.

Is that even a thing? It’s crazy to think that you two still have to prepare for this. Like you two were some A-listers celebrities who need to share such a thing with the public. He wanted to ask you but it felt like a dumb question to ask. You seemed pretty ready to announce it to everyone. He wondered if you already told your family. How did they react? Did they respond well? Did you even tell them the reason why? Between you two, he is aware that you are the one who has the guts in everything. He still hasn’t told his parents about anything because how would they react? They already considered you as their daughter since Jin is the only child. He knew how much they love you.

“Jin, I need you to answer. I am not a mind reader.”

Again, you snapped him out of his thoughts. Finally, you had some emotions with your tone. But, it was a tone of slight annoyance.

“I’m sorry,” Jin spoke out. “We… We can tell them after dinner.”

You nodded as you chewed on your bottom lip. It became quiet again until he stopped the car in front of Younhee and Hiro’s suburban house. He was removing his seat belt when you noticed you not moving from your seat at all. Your eyes dart at your friends’ home outside your window. He can see your chest heaving slowly while your finger slightly shakes on your lap. He wanted to reach for your hands but stopped midway, thinking if it was the right thing to do. Silently shaking his head with his conflicting thoughts, he placed a hand on your yours. He almost shivered with how cold it was. You turned your gaze at him and he remembered the same eyes you have when he picked up his things from your house a month ago.

“Let’s go?” he tried to say it the softest that he can.

He can tell that you were having second thoughts when you pursed your lips and looked back at the house then to your hands. He knows you too well to notice that small habit of yours, fidgeting on your ring finger. He winced when he also noticed that it was empty. Like you would keep the ring.

Jin cleared his throat, making you look at him again, “We don’t have to tell them now if–”

“No.” you cut him off with your voice stern. You ran your palms on your cheeks as you breathed out, “Let’s… Let’s just do this now.”

You said it like you were already desperate to get it out of your chest. He watched as you clung your bag back to your shoulder even though he told you that you can leave it in the car. Every step to Younhee and Hiro’s front yard felt like a step to deep, heavy mud. Jin gulped as he walked by your side. He took a glance at you, only to see you looking more nervous. The waves of laughter and chatters inside the house didn’t help. So, he stopped and turned to you, who paused too. He tried to read anything from your expression. Your eyes were purposely avoiding his while beads of sweat formed on your forehead. Your lips were red from all the biting you did while spacing out. Ever since he saw you earlier this morning, he already knew.

You’re tired. You’re worn out. He just wants to–

“What?” you asked him with eyebrows scrunched together.

“We don’t have to do this tonight if–”

“I told you, I’m fine, Jin. I want to do this today— tonight! So, let’s go–”

He just went for it. He wrapped you in his arms and he immediately felt your body tensing down. You did not say anything except a couple of sighs. Jin ran his hand up and down on your back, hoping to calm you down. He doesn’t know if this is the right thing to do with an ex. But he was your friend too. He was your friend first and he cannot stand seeing you like this.

“Oh, gosh. The lovebirds are here!”

Still having you in his arms, Jin turned at the front door. Two of your friends, Kaori and Nico, stood there.

“Come on in! The dinner’s almost ready!” Nico said.

Jin simply nodded while you slowly moved a distance from him. The other two walked back inside. He looked back at you again, you tried taming your hair and fixing your face with no mirror. You locked your eyes with him.

“How do I look?

Still a bit tense but more relaxed. Jin smiles softly, “Good.”

You walked ahead of him and he quietly followed behind. As soon as both of you got in, you were greeted by your friends. Some are still wearing their work clothes too like you. The dining table is all set, only waiting for the food to be served. Jin sat on the solo sofa in the living room while Anne and Younhee chats with you on the spacious orange couch. He tried to avert his focus on some type of movie Kaori played on the TV. But when he heard you chuckle, even it was short and almost forced, it still plays like a melody to his ears. All of the dialogues in the movie became indistinct while he hid his interest in listening to whatever topic you and your other friends have.

You only let out gasps and small chuckles with their stories. Jin wanted you to tell something about yourself since he wants to know how are you, especially this last month. Because when he asked you about it earlier this morning, you answered way too far from his question.

“How… How are you?”

“Off to work.”

He was supposed to get his coffee in the same shop you came from, which surprised him when he saw you there since you once said before that you hated that shop. But decided to just go back to his house. He thought of ordering some fast food breakfast again, just like what he’s been doing since you broke up. He lost interest in cooking outside his workplace. He rarely goes out either. When Hiro and Nico invited him to have some drinks a week after you two ended, he lied, saying he was busy at work. The truth is he was just spring cleaning at his house for the first time in his years of living there. Simply because he doesn’t feel at home in his own house.

The moment he got home after taking his things from your place, he noticed how uncomfortable his bed was. He found it weird like he was laying on a stranger’s bed. His blankets were too thin while his pillows are too soft like marshmallows. He felt like drowning when he rests his head on it. He was so used to the mixed smell of lavender and vanilla of your fabric conditioner that he became new with his usual one. He almost turned his place upside down with the amount of cleaning he did. In the corner of his bedroom, he has a box filled with your (probably) forgotten knick-knacks, a couple of lipsticks, and even some clothes. He never dared to message you about it.

“Dinner’s ready!” Hiro’s voice was heard from the kitchen.

Everyone stood from their places and walked to the dining table. Since you’ve been doing this for years, all of you already have some unspoken designated seats. Kaori and Nico sat on both ends of the table while Hiro, Yeonhee, and Anne sat together on the same row, leaving you and Jin sitting together.

“What’s with the one space apart?” Anne pointed out the blank space between you and him.

Jin looked at you silently and you nodded like you were letting him be close to you. After he took the space, everyone began telling stories again. You two laughed with their jokes and tried to get along while saving your so-called announcement for the last. When their plates were almost empty, Younhee went back to their kitchen and came back with desserts.

“Oooh, this tastes good! What is this?” Kaori asked since she’s the first one to dig in the tub.

“Oh, it’s a gelato I’ve been craving for some time now,” Younhee replied while Hiro stood beside her.

Jin reached for an empty cup while you stared at the cold dessert with curious eyes. He asked you if you want some but you answered with a short wait.

“What’s the flavor?” you asked your friend.

“Sweet corn!” Younhee replied again.

Hearing that, Jin felt your eyes on him. But he just continues scooping.

“Jin,” you called him like a warning.

But when he filled the cup, he handed it to you, “It’s for you.”

Your lips formed a thin line as you accepted the cup. He stopped himself from smiling when he sees you smile after tasting the gelato. You unconsciously left the same cream above your lips. Instead of wiping it himself, Jin gave you the table napkin. You cleaned up your lips and looked at him. Not in a good way. But in a way that translates like we should tell them now. The warm feeling in him faded, now replaced with coolness starting from his feet going up. Although his heart beats wildly, Jin sighs and nods.

“Uhm, guys.” Your voice was careful as you called your friends’ attention. “We have something to tell you.”

Jin avoided the confused eyes of your friends. Underneath the table, Jin noticed your hands shaking on your lap. His hands felt cold but he still chose to hold yours too. It got your attention to him.

“Oh, um, we’re announcing something too!” Younhee exclaimed, breaking the eye contact between you and Jin,

“Oh, okay. We have some announcements now.” Nico quipped. “Who should go first?”

You and Younhee eye each other. She smiled. It seemed like a piece of great news. Seeing this, Jin felt your grip tighter on his hand. He knew you were having second thoughts now. But Jin squeezed your hand tighter.

“Let’s play rock paper and scissors!” Kaori recommended.

Anne joined in, “That’s a bit childish. But yeah, let’s do that!”

Younhee was quick to agree with Hiro supporting her. She placed her fist in the center. You looked at Jin and he nodded. With both of you unsure of what to do, he just decided to go with the flow. You two stood and you put your fist in front of Younhee’s. Like a tournament, everyone chanted the rock paper and scissors line. After two tries, she won.

“Okay, to our couple who won, Hiro and Younhee, please declare your announcement,” Nico told them like he’s introducing a royalty, making everyone laugh except you and Jin.

The two looked at each other with wide smiles before turning to everyone, “We’re having a baby!”

What the fuck?

Jin did not expect that kind of announcement. Yes, it’s a good thing. But, he thought maybe it’s some kind of promotion or another success with their other things. It’s a fucking great news. How are you going to tell about your breakup when such an event happened? Everyone ran to the couple and hugged them while Jin looked at you. He can see your glassy eyes as you bit your inner cheek. Jin squeezed your hand again, hoping to give you some encouragement even though he already felt messed up himself. You shake your head at him.

“I… I can’t.” your voice shakes and your fragile image from a month ago flashbacked on his mind. “I can’t do this.”

“Let’s just go?” Jin asked, not caring about the consequences of it. He can only think of you at this moment. You looked down and nodded. Tears were already dripping down your cheeks when he pulled you up from your seat.

“Where are you two going?” Nico called out. “Don’t you say you can’t stand losing to that–”

He paused when you turned around. Their smiles faded when they saw your expression while Jin looked down.

“What happened?” Younhee, being the motherly figure she is, worriedly walked to you two.

But you spoke out, “No, please.”

Jin watched you wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand. You cleared your throat as you tried to fix your posture in front of them.

“We don’t have to tell them now,” Jin whispered but you just shook your head again.

“Tell us what?” Kaori asked, shoving a bite of gelato in her mouth.

“Webrokeup.” you announced so quickly that it became inaudible.

Anne broke the silence, “I’m sorry, what? I think I misheard that. You did not say you broke up, right?”

Instead of answering, you avoided their gaze. So, Jin answered, “Yes, we broke up. A month ago.”

Just like an audience to a show, your friends gasped loudly. Younhee covered her mouth while Hiro supported her from her back. Kaori almost dropped her cup. Annie’s eyes widened. Nico’s eyebrows were raised above.

“Is this a prank?–” Kaori spoke out. But her brother, Hiro, shushed him. “I’m just asking. Maybe they are just playing–”

“No, it’s not a prank. It’s true. We already broke up.” you finally spoke.

Jin felt you letting go of his hand. Everyone watched as you hugged Younhee. You whispered something to her and she replied with,

“Yes, of course, it’s fine.”

You walked back to Jin and mouthed, “Let’s go.”

With no question, he nodded while you walked out with your bag. But, he gave a hug to both Hiro and Younhee while saying his congratulations to them. He also apologized and they just showed a small smile. He simply nods to their other friends, who are still surprised and just watched everything. Expecting to see you waiting for him outside, he was greeted by nothing but the warm summer air. Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked around the place until he felt his phone dinged in his pockets.

From Y/N

Thank you for the drive. I’m taking the bus. Take care.

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skellebonez · 3 years ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SMALLPWBBLES

It took me a while but I finally finished your birthday fic @smallpwbbles ! I couldn’t resist writing a little What If? for Bitty MK and I really hope you enjoy it!

“Well…” Tang started with a strained chuckle as he held onto his chair with a grip so tight that Pigsy could swear he could hear his knuckles straining. “At least we know if anyone tries to attack or something… MK will probably scare half of the lifespan out of them when he picks up a car to chuck it at them.”

Given the way he continued to grip the chair even after the now shrunken Monkie Kid put him and the chair he was sitting in back down, Pigsy wouldn’t have been surprised if Tang had lost a few years of his own out of sheer shock and panic. Even though this was the second time it had happened that day and, really, Tang should have really expected it after MK had said he was looking for one of his markers and needed to see if it was under his chair.

Things to remember for the future, he supposed.

To say the situation was unusual was a massive understatement. How the young adult managed to be shrunken back down into a small child the chef still didn’t quite understand, and quite frankly as long as MK was safe and healthy and would eventually get back to normal size he really didn’t care to know the details. But he did understand that they now had a small child sized MK with the strength of one full grown Monkey King running around without the self realization to notice how terrifying this was to everyone around him.

At least he seemed to be having fun for most of the day. MK has finally wound down, munching on some peeled and cut fruit as an after dinner snack while surrounded by a veritable mountain of art supplies. How any single person, let alone a kid, could go through so much paper and so many markers in one day Pigsy would never know. But, then again, this was MK he was thinking about.

MK had always had a fierce streak for art. Pigsy had him to thank for his own shop’s sign, after all. The kid had skill, and lots of it, and while slightly diminished by the fact his hands barely reached around some of the markers anymore his tenacity had not even been the littlest bit lessened.

What had been lessened as well, however, were his shop hours. The shop has closed a bit early for the day, Pigsy only able to fill out so many orders for dine in only when he was the only employee currently working. And while Mei has been a huge help throughout the entire day with MK, she wasn’t his employee and he didn’t feel right asking her to take over as delivery driver (even if she would have done a great job). Besides, he was almost certain that if Tang was left alone with MK the poor man would have had at least one fainting spell out of sheer terror.

He’d sent Mei back home after she’d finished a meal he’d prepared for her, a full day of making sure that MK didn’t get into too much trouble wiping her out a lot faster than anyone expected. He had to admit… she was handling it better than nearly anyone else. Certainly better than Sun Wukong had. The Monkey King looked like he was holding it together pretty well but Pigsy was smarter than the immortal seemed to think he was.

He knew that other was internally freaking the hell out the entire time and it was even more obvious when he rushed off to find something to get MK back to normal once the kid has presented him with a self portrait of the king himself.

Granted, when Pigsy has been presented with much the same of himself he may have also internally freaked out a bit himself. But that was neither here nor there.

“Pigsy?” MK’s voice broke through the chef’s thoughts, soft and tired. “Do I have to go to bed?”

That was an… odd question to hear coming from anyone in any circumstance.

“Afraid ya do, kid,” Pigsy said with a soft chuckle. He moved around the counter, coming up to stand at the table the younger was currently sitting at. Now that he looked at him Pigsy could tell that MK was exhausted. He’d never seen a kid with such deep bags under their eyes before… which was odd. He was certain that he had taken some kind of nap at some point. “But you don’t have to until you and I get this place cleaned out, how’s that sound?”

“OK!” MK exclaimed as he wiped his face on his sleeves (Pigsy groaned knowing that his jacket would need to be washed as soon as possible), grabbing his plate to rush it into the kitchen.

“WASH YOUR HANDS AND YOUR FACE!”

“Softie,” Tang chuckled out as Pigsy adjusted the completely passed out MK in his arms.

“You cried when MK gave you your portrait, you don’t get to say anything,” Pigsy shot right back without even a single note of actual annoyance or venom in his tone. “Besides, kid’s even more of a ray of sunshine now. Can’t help it.”

“Very good points,” Tang said, stretching after he put the last of the chairs back in their places for the end of the day. “But that ray of sunshine is probably going to wake us up at 5 in the morning given what time it is now.”

Pigsy couldn’t help but snort and laugh in response, knowing that Tang was right but also knowing that only Tang would find that a problem considering Pigsy had to get up at roughly that time to prepare to open his shop anyway.

He never got to say that, however, because a distant scream of “PIG MAN YOU’VE GOT A PROBLEM!” rang through the shop before the still unlocked door slammed open to reveal one very frazzled immortal monkey.

Just… not the one he was expecting to see.

“UH…” He managed out, as Macaque shut the door behind himself, looking like he was questioning all of his life decisions.

Then he held up one sleeping and very… very small shrunken child Sun Wukong.

“… well shit.”

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #fanfic #gen fic #gift fic #bitty mk au #mk #qi xiaotian #pigsy #tang #surprise characters #oh they're really in for it now'

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havethetimeofyourstyles · 4 years ago

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in which a new relationship sparks up in the restaurant.

a/n: hi loves! i’m back with a new story, and this is for nat’s @harrystylescherry playlist fic challenge! the song i chose is ‘say it’ by maggie rogers, which is one of my absolute favorite songs! hope you all like it, please reblog and leave feedback!

WORD COUNT: 13.8k words of waiter!harry x waitress!yn

WARNINGS: angst and some smut

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It was eleven in the morning when Harry walked through the back door of ‘Spring,’ ready to start his long day of being on his feet while waiting tables.

He walked to the staff’s lounge that held their lockers and a bench before looking around to see if anyone else was in the locker room; he turned the dial of his lock pad to open his blue locker. His coworkers would always tease him about being so secretive when he knows that no one would actually steal from him, but better to be safe than sorry, and he couldn’t imagine how awkward that would be confronting one of his coworkers if they actually had stolen from him.

He put his white canvas tote bag that was printed in a brown text that said ‘Celestial Natural Foods’—a store in Hawaii—in his locker and hanging it on one out of the two hooks before grabbing his black waist apron and tying it around his waist.

The restaurant’s attire was a simple white or black button down with black trousers. The manager of the restaurant, Irene, told the staff that they could choose either color shirt whenever they pleased. As for jewelry, she didn’t mind when her waiters and waitresses wore jewelry, as long as it wasn’t interfering with how they held the plates of food, causing them to drop it. Harry was glad to hear that Irene allowed jewelry because his rings and necklaces made him Harry. Twisting his rings and fixing his necklaces, he took a quick glance at the small mirror that was stuck on the inside of the door with a magnet, and combed his hair back with his hands before closing his locker shut and locking it.

He washed his hands at the sink next to the locker room, and he smiled at the commotion and noise from behind him that came from the kitchen crew. They were prepping for the dinner hour, chopping up various vegetables, making the restaurant’s famous dressing and sauces, and baking the side dishes that usually took a while in the oven.

“Hey, Harry!” Jet, one of the sous chefs, greeted as he looked up at Harry with a big smile as he continued chopping up cabbage like the professional chef that he was.

Harry chuckled, amazed at his knife skills. “Hey, Jet. How are you today?” He leaned against the stainless steel countertop as he talked to Jet through the open space of the shelves, where the food rested under the heated and dim light when it was ready to be served.

“I’m doing great! How was your three day vacation?”

“It was okay. It went by fast, but I missed it here anyways,” Harry responded with a smile. Jet laughed, nodding.

“Well, we missed you too. Anyways, Irene told me to tell you that she’s looking for you.” Harry squinted his eyes slightly, not knowing whether Irene looking for him was a good or bad thing, and Jet seemed to notice what he was thinking. “Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure it’s nothing bad.”

Harry nodded, feeling somewhat relieved. Jet was his closest friend at Spring, ever since Harry started working as a waiter three years ago. He desperately needed a job because being his own boss and freelancing as a photographer could be difficult sometimes; and building up a client list when he first started out was even harder. But three years later, he was able to get his name around through his clients, and he earned enough where he could technically quit his job at Spring and focused purely on photography; however, Harry liked the restaurant too much to just quit—he liked serving people, believe it or not. His charms go a long way for respectful and kind customers, and of course, a great tip. Most of his friends always worked here as well, as he didn’t have quite a lot of friends since he moved from London, but his coworkers had become his very own friends, and he loved them too much to leave.

“Thanks, I’ll see you when we open!” Harry said as Jet waved to him, watching him walk around the counter to find Irene who was talking to a woman he’s never seen before.

He’s always loved walking through the restaurant because it had such a friendly and open vibe with white painted walls, trees planted in a line in the middle of the floor, and a big glass ceiling for a solarium ambience. His favorite part was that there were no walls to separate the dining area from the kitchen, so customers could see straight through the kitchen and watch the chefs work on their food with just a turn of their heads.

“Ah, there he is,” Irene said once Harry was close enough. “I’m glad you’re early.”

“Irene, I’m always early, what do you mean?” Harry breathed out a chuckle.

“I know you are. I’m just glad you’re extra early today because I need you to train this lovely woman next to me.” Irene stepped out of the way to reveal you to the waiter that was going to train you today.

Harry looked at you, and immediately, his breath was caught in his throat. The light that was provided through the glass ceiling cast down at you, giving you a glow that was ethereal, and he mentally thanked the interior designer of the restaurant from so many years ago for insisting on putting a glass ceiling instead of a regular, covered one. There you were, standing in the open light as you flashed him a smile that almost made him collapse due to how weak his knees were, and he physically had to place a hand on the brown wooden table next to him to keep himself up. You were stunning, to say the least.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you offered him a hand, smiling softly at him. He shook your hand, feeling the softness of your small hand and how it contrasted to his large and somewhat rough hand.

“I’m Harry. It’s lovely to meet you.” He smiled, two dimples indenting his cheeks. You noticed that his left dimple was more prominent than his right, but either way, you thought he was a gorgeous man.

Yours and Harry’s eyes had lingered a bit longer, and once you had caught yourself staring, you forced yourself to take your eyes off him, even though it was difficult to. And that’s when you knew it was going to be a slight problem working around him.

“Now that introductions are out of the way,” Irene interrupted. She turned towards Harry. “Harry, this is our newest addition to our waiting staff. You’ve been here long enough and it seems like you’re here everyday, so I’m going to leave her with you to train.” Once she was down, Irene turned towards you. “Y/N, you’re going to train with Harry for the rest of the week. It’s usually two weeks that are required for training, but since you’ve had waiting experience before, I’ll knock it down to one, and by the end of the week, we’ll see how you’re doing and where you are with everything. Sounds good?”

You nodded excitedly, giving her a bright smile before she clapped her hands and said ‘great.’ Harry looked at you the entire time, and he just knew that you were the type of person that could light up a room with your beautiful and bright smile.

Irene turned towards Harry once more. “Show her the ropes, introduce her to people, and just make her comfortable, yeah?” Harry nodded, teasingly saluting at his boss as he earned a laugh from her.

Irene left, leaving the two of you, but your attention was preoccupied with the restaurant as you eagerly looked around, getting familiar with the place you’d hoped to be stable at for a while.

Harry cleared his throat, to which you immediately looked at him. He gave you a smile before he said, “So, ready for your first day?”

“Ready!” You exclaimed, tone a bit too excited, making you slightly embarrassed, so you curled your lips into your mouth and looked around the restaurant again to hide your slight embarrassment.

Harry giggled. “Don’t look around too much—you might get tired of this place before you even start,” he teased, completely forgetting how shy and embarrassed you looked.

“I think I’m gonna like it here,” you confessed immediately, feeling a certain comfort once you walked into the restaurant. Hell, the moment you researched the restaurant, you loved the place.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” Harry led you around the counter where customers could watch the chefs in action as they cooked their meals. “This is where you could get all the supplies needed—napkins, extra plates, utensils, place mats, everything should be here. If not, then it’ll usually be in the kitchen, right over here.” He walked over to the kitchen where there were more supplies under the table, and pointed below the table. “Here’s more if the ones behind the counter run out, and if they do run out and you just so happen to be there, please make sure to refill it.” You nodded understandingly.

Harry walked you through the steps of how the system of the restaurants worked as he imputed a demo order into the system on the touchable screen. There were five order screens, one in each corner of the restaurant, one behind the counter, and one in the kitchen; there shouldn’t be any collision or anyone waiting for one of the severs to finish with the screen because there were only about four to five servers working every shift considering it was a small restaurant. Harry then walked you along on where to pick up the order as every dish had its receipt with the order printed on the paper along with the table number. He told you that the table numbers are in order of how the tables are set up—number one starts with the countertops since it’s closest to the entrance, following along the walls, and the tables in the middle were numbered last.

You liked how easy their routine and system was that you were sure you’d have it down by the end of the week. Harry made sure to introduce you to the staff that you two passed by as he led you throughout the restaurant; he made you feel comfortable right from the bat, making sure to make a few jokes here and there that certainly released some tension in your shoulders from nerves. You were grateful that he made you laugh--you were worried that you wouldn’t like your coworkers or they would be mean and snarky because you’re the newbie, but with Harry, it seemed like you two were getting along quite well; he was polite, helpful, and kind.

“So, that’s pretty much it.” He looked at the time on his Apple Watch, reading a quarter to six in the evening, 15 minutes until Spring opened for dinner. “Do you have any questions?”

You tried thinking of anything that you could ask, but your mind seemed to have collected all the information Harry had told you and retained it quite well. “No, nothing I can think of at the moment.”

“Great. For now, do you mind checking the placemats and the table decor for me?” You nodded helpfully. “And then if you have any remaining time left, just chill out and take a breather for a second, and then come find me when we open.”

“Okay. Sounds good.” You smiled at him sweetly, making him smile back before he walked away and towards the kitchen.

You headed towards the dining room, making sure the woven placements were symmetrical and even; you also straightened out the utensils that made their way out of line or off the tablemats. You did this for the rest of the ten minutes you had of peace before you made your way through the restaurant to find Harry.

The entire time you were in the dining room, Harry was in the locker room, mindlessly on his phone to waste time. He was lucky that he didn’t have to do anything before the restaurant opened, so he had some spare time to relax for a bit. He tried cooling down to get the pink flush that painted his cheeks off, but that’s what happened when he was around you; immediately, you had already had this effect on him, making him blush and nervous around you, and he didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was the way you brightly smiled at him, practically gleaming; or the way you laughed at his jokes, which even he could admit are a bit corny and bad—a very dad-like joke, but you still laughed.

Whatever it was, he knew that he was fucked.

Dinner time was a rush. Spring was busy and full; the reservation booklet was booked with no space to cater to walk-ins.

You were shadowing Harry as you followed him around like a lost puppy, watching him interact with the customers, occasionally pulling out his charm so he would get a big tip. You couldn’t imagine if you were a customer and Harry was your server because your face would heat up instantly, and it would be difficult to contain a smile on your face. He had such a natural charm to him, making him naturally flirty as he flashed customers his smile and laughing at their horribly made jokes.

For half of the night, you simply followed him around, watched the paths he took when he got the customers’ food and his overall routine of things. With every table he got assigned to, he made sure to introduce you to the party, always glancing over at you once he said your name as you greeted the customers with a bright smile. Harry nearly had to stop every time he glanced over at you as it seemed like your beauty always distracted him.

You helped him with dealing with the plates, beverages, and getting extra necessities such as cheese, hot sauce, or extra utensils and plates for the table.

Once the restaurant died down a bit, you and Harry were able to walk a bit slower, relaxing each time a party leaves. When there was about an hour and a half left of your shift and till the restaurant closes, Harry asked you if you’d like to take orders, saying it’ll be best if he observed how you would talk and serve the customers, and you excitedly said ‘yes.’ Harry was only assigned to five to six tables during his shift, and since it was near closing time, there were only two that had just arrived.

Harry politely introduced himself, telling the parties that you were new and shadowing him, but you were going to take over for the rest of their stay at Spring. He watched you kindly talk to them, occasionally making small talk as you laughed with them; you talked about your favorite items on the menu, along with your favorite selection of wine. This time, Harry helped you with your tasks that you had done before you two switched off, and he immediately admitted to himself that the two of you made such a great team. It was only your first day here, and he already saw how naturally the both of you moved around one another, along with communicating so well with each other.

You were bidding the last party in the restaurant goodbye with a wave and telling them to enjoy the rest of their evening before you grabbed the mason jar that held the bill, along with the tips. You walked over to the kitchen where Irene was counting all the money and placed the mason jar besides her, giving her a smile before walking over to the locker room.

Harry was sitting on the bench with his phone in his hands, and looked up once you entered the room.

“How was your first day?” He smiled.

“It was actually really great. The energy here is amazing.”

“Well, I’m glad. You’re a natural, and it helps both of us that you already have restaurant experience.” Harry completely put his phone away into his tote bag, giving you his attention, which you really admired. Some people would make small talk and quickly end the conversation to go back on their phones. “Where did you work before, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I actually moved here from NorCal—San Francisco—just two weeks ago. But I worked at one of the restaurants at Pier 49. The restaurant was pretty small and we weren’t as busy as it was here, only on the weekends we would get a bit busy. So, this is definitely completely different than being outside and smelling the fresh ocean a few feet away,” you explained, chuckling.

“Wow, SF, that’s quite the trip. But we’re glad to have you. I think you’re fitting right in.”

“Thank you. I already like it here.” Harry gave you a warm smile, grateful that you had a great first day, and that Spring gave you a good first impression for you to stay.

The two of you chatted a bit, talking about the customers you had and laughing at the jokes they made or the conversations they talked about. It was kind-hearted and fun, and a conversation that made you feel light; it wasn’t anything serious. It ended when it was time for closing, cleaning up and making sure everything was in order for tomorrow afternoon’s shift.

Irene handed the staff their tips for the night, which you amounted for $120 for a Sunday night. It wasn’t bad for your first night of tips, and you knew you would be working a lot more since this was your only job and you weren’t doing anything else.

As everyone walked outside into the staff parking lot, everyone said their goodbyes to one another, spreading apart and walking out to their vehicles.

Once you opened your car door, Harry called out for you from the opposite side of where you parked.

“Yeah?” You raised your brows.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He offered a smile before getting into his car and starting it, but he waited until you were safely inside of your car and out of the parking garage, and then he would leave.

He couldn’t help but notice the smile that appeared onto your face before you got inside your car, and he couldn’t help but think about how incredibly beautiful you are.

The entire week went on just like your first day. You were getting more comfortable with the flow of the restaurant, and where everything was. You continued shadowing Harry, but some days, he would let you serve your customers for the entire shift.

Now that it was Friday evening, you couldn’t wait to relax the next day. You had told Irene that you were available all days of the week, and since you were new and still needed to complete training, she scheduled you for Sunday to Friday, getting Saturday off, which you appreciated. When you told yourself that you were able to work all day, you didn’t realize how exhausting and tiring that was until it came down to the end of the week as your feet ached, telling you to sit down for at least an entire day.

Once it was closing time, you were finally able to catch a breath as you cleaned up part of the dining room. Chatter and laughter was heard from the kitchen quite loud as it echoed against the walls; you smiled, enjoying the sound of laughter, especially when it came from people you knew.

As you were mindlessly wiping down tables, Harry walked up to you with two cocktails in his hands, smiling as he handed you one. You raised your brows, hesitant to take it from him as you wondered if it was allowed to drink since you were technically still on the clock.

“Irene made them for us, if that’s what you’re wondering,” he said as if he read your mind. You breathed out a chuckle, taking a glass before thanking him and clinking your glass with his before taking a sip of the cold tequila drink. You sighed in relief, and Harry giggled. “Do you have any plans for tonight? I know it’s almost midnight, but I mean…you could still.” He felt his ears heat up, feeling a tad bit nervous when he was around you.

“No, I don’t. I don’t really have any friends in SoCal, but I can't wait to go home and sleep.”

“O-Oh okay, I was just gonna ask if you’d like to stay for a bit longer.”

“Here? For what?” You asked curiously.

“Well, the lot of us get together after night shifts to do a mini celebration at the end of the long and busy week. We only do it Fridays since that’s when most of us are working all together,” he said referring to the bunch laughing and talking in the kitchen. You did notice now that you had been working with the same group of people, and partially that was because you only mostly worked night shifts and so did the rest. “We usually stay for an hour—drink, eat, talk. It made us closer, actually, so I’d thought you might like to join since you’re new,” he invited.

You didn’t take long to think of an answer—to weigh out your choices of wanting to go to bed at a somewhat reasonable time or stay an extra hour and hang out with your coworkers.

“I’d actually really love that, thank you,” you accepted his invitation with a sweet smile, making Harry’s heart pound just a tad bit harder against his chest.

“Great! Well, come on into the kitchen when you’re done. The chefs are cooking up some food,” he said before he walked away, leaving you to finish up your tasks for the night, which didn’t take you any more than ten minutes to finish up.

You walked into the kitchen and Harry immediately handed you a plate that you gladly took. Jet excitedly waved to you to go over to the stove so he could serve you.

“Allergic to anything?” He asked to make sure you weren’t going into the emergency room tonight.

“Uh, shellfish when it’s consumed. I’m okay to be around it, though.”

“Oh shit, this would not be good for you.” His eyes widened as he immediately dropped the large silver serving spoon of the lobster risotto; it looked absolutely delicious. “Good thing I’m prepared. Do you like spaghetti and meatballs?”

“Love.”

“Great!” He started plating your plate with the food before handing it back to you with an ‘enjoy!’ as you thanked him.

Once everyone was satisfied, you all headed out to the dining table, settling on a large rectangle table comfortably. There were about twelve of you, and it seemed like everyone had assigned seats since they immediately went straight to their spot and placed their table or drink in front of it.

You were a bit lost, not knowing where to sit, and the only person you’re reasonably close to was Harry, but it seemed like he was a bit preoccupied chatting with Quinn, another chef.

“Y/N! Sit next to me, yeah?” Ivy, one of the waitresses called out for you. You smiled, thankful she was the one to ask you, and you gladly took a seat next to her.

Harry took the seat in front of Ivy, diagonal from you, and he really wished he was the one sitting next to you.

“Damn, I really should get a large circle table for all of us so we could see each other’s faces,” Irene suggested, and the group agreed, but everyone wondered where it would be placed since the restaurant had no space for another large table.

Everyone broke out into their own conversations, chatting with one another freely and as loud as they wanted.

“How was your first week here, Y/N?” Ivy asked.

“It was great! I really love this place.” Harry looked at you as you talked with Ivy. He really could get lost just looking at your beauty, and sometimes, he would have to knock himself out of his glare to prevent him from getting caught. He was just so captivated by you, and it didn’t take a lot of effort for him to be so drawn to you.

Ivy had definitely noticed Harry’s stare from the corner of her eye, and admittingly, she got jealous because she’s had a small crush on Harry ever since she started working at Spring four months ago. But it wasn’t like she was going to do anything about it because it seemed like he didn’t take interest in her, so she wasn’t going to force it. However, it didn’t slip past her that you occasionally glanced over at Harry as well—briefly averting your eyes towards him once he took a sip of his water or someone had pulled him out of his attention on you to make conversation.

Gently pulling you by the arm, Ivy leaned over to whisper into your ear. “Harry’s totally crushing on you.”

You pulled back, shocked. “What?” You mouthed.

“He can’t stop looking at you—it’s so obvious.” You simply chuckled, shaking your head slightly as your cheeks felt warm, not from the alcohol or how close everyone was sitting, but because you couldn’t even believe that Harry would have a crush on you. Sure, you two had spent the entirety of your shifts together, but you didn’t think that he would have a crush on you.

You tried not to think of Ivy’s words for the rest of the night, and you tried even harder to not look at Harry to catch it he was staring at you. Your thoughts seemed to make you more drunk when you were trying to sober up to drive back home. You only had three cocktails, which was quite mindless of you to be drinking when you had to drive home, but you simply wanted to have fun because you deserved it, and you were comfortable and making friends. And everyone seemed to be drinking as well as they were getting a ride from the more responsible ones who were driving and leaving their car in the parking garage during the night.

Once everyone was all out of their social battery with their plates and glasses empty, you all started to clean up, helping one another to make the process of going home quicke; there were two people washing the dishes and two people drying as the rest put those dishes away and cleaned the table.

Just like every single night, everyone said their goodbyes in the parking lot before going to their cars to head home for a good night's rest.

You were sober, but you didn’t feel safe enough to drive, and you don’t know if that’s the alcohol or the thoughts of Harry making you dizzy. So, instead of walking to your car, you took out your phone and opened the Uber app, knowing you’d be able to get a ride home quickly since it was past midnight on a Friday night.

“Hey, whatcha doing?” Harry asked, walking up to you once he noticed that you weren’t going to your car. He made it a habit to watch you get inside your car and leave the parking garage safely because anything could happen in the few minutes if he left before you.

“I’m calling an Uber. I don’t wanna drive back…” you replied before looking down at your phone again.

“Oh, I could drive you home, if you’d like?” He offered politely.

“Really? You don’t have to do that.”

“I insist. I would feel better knowing that I was the one that got you home safely.” The corners of your lips couldn’t help but turn up into a smile as your heart fluttered against your ribcage.

“That’s really sweet, Harry, I’d like that,” you accepted. Harry grinned, leading you to his car as you followed; he walked over to the passenger seat, opening the door for you, which easily almost made your knees buckle in. How is he such a gentleman and so incredibly kind? You wondered, thinking about how rare it was to meet a man without anything leading to more than a conversation.

You thanked him before getting into his car; his car was very clean and he had a Saturn air freshener that hung on his rearview mirror, admitting a fresh lemon scent throughout his vehicle. Harry got in, handing you his phone to play some music and to enter your address before starting the car and driving out of the parking garage. You played Daniel Caesar, which you thought was the perfect kind of music for a night drive since your place was fifteen minutes away from the restaurant. The two of you sang along to ‘Hold Me Down’ as he watched you from the corner of his eye, adorably swaying in your seat to the song as you muttered the lyrics.

The sunroof cover was open, giving you an orange glow every time the car passed by a lamppost. Unconsciously, you both looked at one another every time the car stopped at a red light, both smiling at one another. You were thankful that it was dark out as it hid your big smile from how much you were giddy just looking at Harry.

Once the navigation told him that your place was on the right, he parked against the curb in front of your apartment complex. You unbuckled your seatbelt before turning towards him in your seat as he turned towards you as well.

“Thank you for the ride, Harry. It was really kind of you to offer.”

“Not a problem. Don’t be hesitant to ask again. I rarely drink when we have our after-hours dinners, so you’re free to drink all you want and I’ll be glad to take you home,” he told you, and you smiled, nodding your head.

“I’ll keep that in mind. It’s just been a while since I drank and hung out with friends,” you explained.

“No worries. I’m glad you had fun, I assumed?”

“Yeah, lots of fun! I really like it there, and you made it bearable and fun as well as my trainer,” you admitted. Harry felt his cheeks slightly redden, and just as you were thinking, he was grateful it was dark out.

He cleared his throat. “Well, I’m glad. You’ll be on your own now. No need for me anymore since you’ve pretty much gotten everything done so quickly,” he chuckled, a dimple indenting his left cheek, making you hold in your breath.

“Can I still ask you for help if I need you?” You asked innocently, leaning your elbow against the middle console as you rested your chin against your fist. Harry pursed in his lips as his mind focused on the last three words that slipped out of your mouth--I need you. It was merely an innocent question relating to work that he shouldn’t think too much about, but he couldn’t help it.

“Of course. I’m always gonna be here if you need me,” he responded, keeping it friendly. At that, you smiled, nodding your head in acceptance. You gathered your belongings that rested at your feet before turning to face him again. Leaning forward, Harry thought you were leaning in to kiss him, which he wouldn’t mind whatsoever, but that dream was crushed when you wrapped your arm around his shoulder, giving him a hug. He hugged you back, placing his hand against your back and slightly rubbing his hand up and down, hoping you couldn’t feel his heart hammering against his chest at the feel of your upper body slightly pressed against him.

You pulled away, giving him a shy smile. “I’ll see you on Sunday. Drive safe, okay?”

“Always do. Sleep well.” He bid you goodbye as you got out of his car, walking over to the entrance of your apartment complex. You turned around before you opened the door, waving at him before heading inside.

Harry drove off to his place, the opposite direction of your apartment, passing Spring. He could’ve honestly been home already in the comfort of his bed, but he didn’t mind taking you home at all. That only meant he got to spend a bit of more time together, but he noticed that with every passing second, minute, and hour, he felt himself falling for you just a bit more.

You’ve been at Spring for almost a month, and you couldn’t believe how fast the days went by. The more you worked, the more you started to feel a place at home with the restaurant. It was welcoming and fun, and all the credit was due to the people that you surrounded yourself with. You felt a difference in your attitude, your mood, and you liked the change that it brought you--you felt happy.

Being in San Francisco your entire life was great up until it wasn’t. It was a toxic place for you simply because of the people that you were surrounded with. You noticed that you were always on fight-or-flight mode, ready for someone to make one comment at you so you could snap at them. You hated being and thinking like that, so the best thing you did for yourself was to move away from the toxicity of your hometown, and you were glad that you did.

It was another usual Friday evening, after hours at Spring as you sat in your usual seat next to Ivy as the two of you and Harry were laughing about a story Ivy was telling about her ex-boyfriend in college.

Harry looked over at you, heart swooning as he watched you laugh, wiping your under eyes from the tears that had slipped out. It was a beautiful sight, he’d say; you had such a beautiful smile and contagious laugh that he loved hearing, whether it’d be from the kitchen as he was in the dining room or in the locker room—wherever it was, he always smiled to himself when he heard it.

The two of you had gotten quite close, making the work environment bearable and fun. When you would be in the same area at the same time, you had this thing where you would bump his hip with yours lightly, and he would bump yours right back—of course, when there weren’t any food or drink handling. There would always be light conversations within those hip bumps, comfortably getting to know one another, whether it would be asking quick-fire questions or a random story about one another’s lives that would come to mind. It wasn’t an ordinary setting or time to get to know each other, but it made things fun because the two of you would come up with more questions to come up with the next time he bumped into you. It was nice having a thing with you, he thought.

There would be moments during those little meetings when your fingers would brush delicately against his, sending shivers to his body. It was simply overwhelming in the best way possible.

Everyone called it a night, doing the nightly routine of tidying and cleaning everything up. Despite the long shift and being on your feet, you still had quite a bit of energy that you would like to use up so you could get a night’s rest. You looked at your friends, seeing if anyone was up for a late night adventure just based off of their posture and how often they yawned, and it seemed like everyone was exhausted, for obvious reasons. But you’d ask one person before you decide to go alone.

Once everything was clean and ready for the Saturday’s brunch, everyone walked out of the restaurant, walking over to their cars.

“Hey, Harry?” You called out, making him instantly turn around at the sound of your voice.

“Yeah, love?” The pet name had merely slipped out, and you felt your face getting warm, shyly smiling.

“Uh, you could totally say no and I would completely understand why because it’s Friday night, and we had a long shift, and you must be tired-”

“Y/N?” You stopped talking, raising your brows. “Breath, yeah? Take your time,” he interrupted the rambling that you hadn’t known you were doing.

Nodding, you took a deep breath. You didn’t know why you were nervous, but every time you were around Harry, he just made you feel a certain swarm of butterflies entering your stomach.

“I’m not as tired as I thought, and I wanna end tonight with some sweets. So, would you like to come with me to get some dessert? Again, you could say no.”

Harry smiled. “I’d love to,” he replied with no second thought.

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course. Plus, we could finally talk properly. Hate always walking away from our unfinished conversations.” He breathed out a chuckle, running his clad ring hand through his curls.

“Great! Oh, uh, do you mind if we take your car? I took an Uber here, but I’ll compensate with buying you cookies and paying for your gas,” you suggested, keeping your excitement at bay.

“No worries, c’mon. But I might take you up on the cookie offer.” He smiled, opening your door for you, which never failed to make you swoon.

As he started the car, warming up the engine and turning the heater on, you two debated on where to go. You suggested going to Insomnia Cookies in Santa Monica, which was a twenty minute drive from Downtown LA, and it closed at two In the morning, but only if he was down to drive the opposite direction of where you two lived. And luckily, he didn’t mind the drive because he was always down for a late night drive and adventure, especially if it was with you.

The car speakers played Frank Ocean, he merged on the 101, tapping his fingers along with the beat against the steering wheel. You subtly studied him as he drove, just as you did when you would glance at him across the restaurant. He always mindlessly curled his pink lips into his mouth, a habit that he, assumingly, had for years. You noticed how he would always play with his rings; his thumb would reach over to his other fingers to play with the heavy, metal rings; not helping that your mind would instantly go to what else his hands could do, especially to you, to your body, but you had to immediately snap yourself out of your thoughts to prevent them from going any further. Not to mention, the way his eyes always lit up; they had a natural gleam to them, making them incredibly irresistible to not look in his green eyes.

He was captivating in all the right ways, and you felt yourself falling for him quite quickly, making that fear inside of you light up, inflaming your body with anxiousness.

Your thoughts soon vanished when Harry pulled into a parking space in front of your destination, and he turned off the car. He turned to look at you, giving you a small smile before getting out. You decided to buy Harry anything he’d like, which he got the same six pack of cookies as you.

Harry suggested eating in his car, which you agreed. Although the cold in SoCal wasn’t the same coldness as it was in NorCal, you didn’t want to stand around and freeze. The two of you make light conversation, talking about social media and enjoying the warmth of the fresh baked cookies. You then realized that you hadn’t followed him on Instagram, so you asked for his username, which was just his first and last name.

“Your pictures are amazing,” you complimented.

“Stalking me already?” He teased. A smirk on his face present, making you roll your eyes as you didn’t know if you wanted to slap or kiss the smirk off—always wanting to go for the latter. “But thank you. I, uh, I actually took those myself.” Your eyes brightened. The photographs posted on his Instagram were mostly portraits of beautiful people, some of them were landscapes of a field or the mountains, but most of them were portraits. You knew very little about photography, thanks to the ‘Beginning of Photography 1’ class that you took in college, but you could see the depth of the picture and the way they’re taken; the emotion was clearly there, making you feel intensity through the picture.

“Wow, you’re really talented, Harry.”

He blushed, looking down at his lap for a moment before looking back up at you again. “Thank you so much. I’m a freelance photographer.”

“Do you plan on leaving Spring to focus solely on photography?” You asked curiously. He softly smiled; he could hear the genuine tone in your voice, and he really appreciated that.

“I’m not sure. I’ll have an appointment, maybe, three or four times a month? But the restaurant brings in more money, especially the tips,” he explained.

You nodded. “Well, for what it’s worth, you’re extremely talented, and one day, you’ll be at the place you want to be. Everything will work out.” Harry smiled in appreciation of your words, not saying anything else.

Taking another bite of his cookie, he changed the subject. “So, do you miss any of your friends in SF?”

You raised your brows, not expecting that question, but you answered honestly. “To tell you the truth, I really don’t. A month before moving here,” you began to open up vulnerably; you hadn’t spoken to anyone about this. “I got out of a long relationship—quite toxic, honestly,” you said, looking at him. He had this look on his face that was so comforting, not a word coming out of his mouth, asking for details; it didn’t tell you that he was nosy or pressing you to tell him more. It simply told you that he was there to listen, whenever you were ready to tell him, and you really appreciated that.

You hadn’t realized how hard it was talking about your past relationship because it had been all bottled up until now. A deep breath came out of your mouth, and Harry immediately realized that it must’ve been a hard subject to speak about. Unexpected to you, he reached over to grab your hand, holding it gently as his thumb caressed your skin. He hoped he masked his nervousness well, making the smallest physical touch with you when, really, his pulse was hammering against his veins, heart pounding through his chest as his breathing began to feel erratic, but outside he remained cool, calm, and collected as if the touch didn’t drive him insane.

You tried not letting Harry’s thumb, caressing the back of your hand, affect your ability to speak a coherent sentence, so you continued. “Uh, my ex was cheating on me with someone in our friend group. He told me not to worry about her, but you know how that goes when you hear that phrase. It was with a girl that I used to date—my first relationship, actually. The worst part of it was when I found out, I took him back when he promised he wouldn’t do it again and claimed that he loved me, and then I took him back again, and again and again.”

Harry inhaled deeply, trying to not let the hand holding yours squeeze tightly so the blood circulation cuts off because he felt angry. He was so mad because how could anyone do that to you? Sweet, kind, and lovely you?

“When I told him I couldn’t handle it anymore—all the lies, cheating, and betrayal—I broke up with him. Our friend group turned against me, completely ignored me. Now that I think about it, I noticed they started to be cold and rude towards me once they started sneaking around, and I have no clue why because I didn’t do anything to them. Guess they were just covering up for them because everyone knew except me, and I just felt so stupid because I was so clueless to think he ever loved me to forgive him so many times.”

You started to sniffle as the bad memories that you lived through for the few months of the betrayal started to come up again. You were doing a good job not thinking about it when you started working at the restaurant, and you didn’t plan on telling Harry tonight, but you trusted him to let go of all the agony that you bottled up inside your mind.

“Hey, come here,” he said, opening his arms up. You gladly rested your head against his shoulders, wishing the middle console wasn’t there so you could press your body against his. He hands rubbed your back just as it did when you first hugged him, and to say that you hadn’t been craving for his touch was a complete lie. “You’re not stupid whatsoever. I understand why you did what you did, but that doesn’t make you stupid. It makes them stupid for betraying your trust and forgiveness over and over again. You’re not in the wrong here nor was it your fault, love.”

You nodded against his shoulder, and you felt him place the side of his face against the top of your head, cuddling up to you, which immediately put a smile on your face. Harry’s comfort had immediately made you feel better—it made you feel safe. You hadn’t felt so comfortable in someone else’s arms in a very long time, and considering that you’ve only known him for a month, you’d say it’s quite unbelievable how comfortable you are in his hold, especially opening up to him like you did.

Pulling back from his hold, you looked up at him, giving him a smile. The weight on your shoulders suddenly felt lighter once you opened the bottle and poured out the contents in it. Talking to Harry was refreshing, a fresh breath of air, and you inhaled the crisp oxygen gratefully, knowing that being vulnerable and opening up had changed your friendship.

It was Sunday evening, and you were cleaning up to prepare for closing. It had been a long day, even though you only worked for four hours; it just seemed that you were running around more than usual.

But you were glad that the day was over, and you could take a long nice shower to end your night. Throughout cleaning, your coworkers had said goodbye, leaving through the back door, which you found odd because everyone usually heads out at the same time, but you didn’t think too much of it.

Once you were done in the dining room, you looked around, finding the restaurant completely empty, but everything seemed to be in order, so you headed over to the locker room.

When you rounded around the counter top and into the kitchen, Harry jumped up from his crouched position, startling you as you took a step back, gasping with your hand over your heart.

“Holy shit, you scared me,” you said breathlessly.

Harry chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, I thought you still knew I was here.”

“I thought I was completely alone, and hiding behind the counter doesn’t help.” You and Harry laughed. You hadn’t noticed the two plates of food and wine glasses that were filled with sparkling soda sitting next to him on the stainless steel counter, and you wondered for a moment if that was for you and him. “What’s that for?”

“For us, if you’d like. I made it quickly once everything was slow and we were starting to close,” he said shyly, rubbing his tattooed forearm.

Your brows raised, eyes widening slightly. “You made this? For us?”

“Yeah. Today marks one month being here, so I decided to make dinner to celebrate.” You were quite speechless at the thought; it was so incredibly sweet and thoughtful that Harry went through that trouble of making a meal to celebrate a somewhat significant date. Tears started to well up in your eyes, making the man in front of you blurry. “Oh, wait, no. Please don’t cry. You could definitely take this to-go, if you want! I know you’re probably tired, but-”

Harry was cut off by your arms wrapping around his shoulders. He was taken back at first from the impact of your body crashing against his, but once he regained his balance, he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tightly.

Your scent was impeccable—quite alluring for running around for a few hours. He knew he smelled like food, the smoke from garlic and onions sautéing, and vegetables cooking. He buried his head into your shoulder, holding you close. This had been the first time you two were ever hugging outside of the comfort and safety of his car—no middle console to interfere, no awkwardness in trying to figure out how to give a proper hug in a confined space. He enjoyed it a lot—the way your body was pressed up against his. It made him happy, it made him feel safe.

The intimate moment lasted for a few minutes, simply just hugging one another in relief in the kitchen, swaying slightly as complete silence surrounded the two of you.

Once you were satisfied (although you think you would never be satisfied enough if you’re not in his arms), you pulled away, coming face-to-face with him. Your cheeks were slightly damped from the few tears that had fallen out, but weirdly, it gave you a natural and happy glow, and you were feeling exactly that.

“Harry, thank you so much. This is the sweetest and most thoughtful thing someone has ever done for me.” You looked up at him through your wet lashes, warmly smiling at him.

“You’re welcome. Shall we eat?” You nodded, and he unwrapped his arms from around your waist, letting you go, which he wished he hadn’t. He grabbed the two heavy plates that were filled with honey garlic chicken with sautéed spinach and mushroom on a bed of rice, and you grabbed the glasses, reaching over to place them onto the countertop before the two of you walked around to sit on the high stools.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, and you thanked and complimented him for the lovely meal. There was light conversation, asking questions about each other’s childhood. Listening to Harry talk about his life in England was so fascinating to you, and you wished that you had grown up with him because he seemed like such a fun and kind kid to play with. You learned that his sister and mom were back home in London, and they visited every six months, and he would occasionally go back home as well, if the bills weren’t stacking up and he was good with money. His words and mind seemed to get the best of him, slipping out about how much they would love you and that he’ll invite you to lunch whenever they visit to meet them; and he hoped he didn’t freak you out. You simply blushed, nodding your head, and not saying anything else.

The more you talked to him, the more you found yourself staring at him as you listened to what he had to say. You’d come to terms a few weeks ago that you really liked his eyes—how green they were, and how they stare into you, giving you his full attention. You liked his hands, his hair, his nose, his cheeks, and most of all, you liked his lips. You couldn’t blame alcohol for these thoughts because Harry replaced wine with sparkling soda, so these were completely sober thoughts racing your mind. His lips were something you glanced at often, trying not to glare at them too much as he talked as you didn’t want to get caught for admiring them. They were so pink, and he occasionally bit them and curled them into his mouth, making them pinker. You liked when he would take his fingers and pinch his bottom lip, a habit that he seemed to form throughout his life. You suddenly wanted to kiss him—really, really bad.

You shook off the thought immediately, being completely sidetracked with your infatuation with Harry. Was it an infatuation? No, you knew the feelings you felt for him felt much stronger than a simple admiration for your coworker.

Once the talking had died down and the plates were empty, you and Harry decided to clean up. You quickly took both of your plates, beating Harry to the sink to wash the dishes. He chuckled as he watched you fast walk towards the sink; he soon followed with the glasses, placing them carefully into the sink. He decided to dry the dishes, finding the dish rag on your right side. So, he leaned over, placing his left hand on your waist, chest slightly pressed against your back as he grabbed the rag. You turned your head to the right, dropping your shoulder to turn more of your body towards him. He was close and it made you feel flushed; you felt your cheeks heating up once he looked down at you, faces inches away from each other.

You turned back around, quickly placing the last dish on the counter before you turned off the water. Harry was still close in proximity, not making any effort to move away from you. Turning around, your back was now pressed up against the edge of the sink. Harry rested his hands against the edge, trapping you with his arms. Your breath began to deepen, heart beating quite harshly against your chest as Harry looked into your eyes, briefly glancing at your lips, and slowly trailing them back up into your eyes. He brought one hand to graze the side of your face gently, skin prickling with goosebumps.

“You’re so beautiful,” he complimented honestly.

“Thank you, you are too.”

“I mean it. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Listen, I-I really like you, and we haven’t known each other for long but I just…can’t get enough of you,” You smiled, averting your eyes to his lips before looking back up; your cheeks and neck felt incredibly warm from his confession. Bodily, you placed your hands on his waist, pulling him towards you to close the gap between you two; Harry smirked at your action, liking the way your bodies were pressed up against each other.

“Are you gonna do anything about it?” You raised your brows curiously.

“What would you like me to do?” His hands were rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

“Hmm…a few things actually,” you muttered—more to yourself but Harry definitely heard from how close you two physically were. Your fingertips were mindlessly drawing circles on his lower back where his slightly wrinkled white shirt was tucked into his black jeans.

“Care to share?”

You took a deep breath, looking him in the eyes that captivated you quite clearly. “Want you to kiss me.”

The corner of his lip turned up as he curled his lips into his mouth. “Can I please? Been wanting to for so long.”

“Tell me.” Harry raised his brows. “Tell me how long you’ve been wanting to kiss me.”

He curled his lips into his mouth, looking down at your soft lips before back up at your eyes. “Ever since I saw you for the first time. So, please let me kiss you. Do you want me to?”

Harry quite literally took your breath away, breath stuck in your throat before you cleared it. Nodding your head quite eagerly, you softly said, “Yeah, want you to.”

With that, he trailed his hands from your waist, up your spine, to your shoulders, and up to your face where he placed his hands on both sides, gently holding your face delicately as if it were a piece of art that was crafted for months, years; he didn’t want to drop or break the precious masterpiece that he cradled with his hands.

His thumb caressed your soft cheek, giving your lips one last look before he leaned in and connected your lips with his. You sighed deeply once you felt his soft lips touch yours, and your shoulder visibly relaxed, letting go of everyone that may have held you back.

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him in closer. A spark ran through your body as your lips molded together so perfectly in sync, making the firework inside of you pop into a beautiful and magical scene.

Whimpering against his mouth, you suddenly wanted more of him; he was, in all ways, addicting. You unconsciously lifted your right leg, bringing it up to his hip, making Harry press himself against your core, holding your thigh. He started to feel himself harden inside of his pants from the way you’re kissing him, the way your hands gripped his hair, and the way your tongue effortlessly swiveled against his.

You pulled away from his lips quite breathlessly, lips swollen. “Want you.”

“Me too—want you so bad.” He leaned forward to kiss you again, and once he did, you pulled away, only leaving him with a small kiss to his lips. Harry pouted, making you chuckle.

“That was the best kiss I’ve ever had,” you confessed.

Harry smirked. “Well, I’ll be glad to do it again.”

“Wanna get out of here? C-Can we go to yours?” You asked shyly.

“Yeah?” You nodded. “You sure?”

“Absolutely positive.”

Harry gave you a smile and another kiss before he backed away, grabbing your hand to lead you to the locker room where the two of you grabbed your belongings from your lockers. Quickly after, you two were out the door of Spring; Harry locked up, and walked you two over to his car where he, yet again, opened the passenger door for you.

The entire ten minute drive to his apartment, his hand never left yours. It delicately sat on your thigh with your hand on top of his, palm against the back of his hand as your fingers intertwined with his. Harry found it difficult to drive properly because all he ever wanted to do was either kiss you or look at you, and since it was just a bit after midnight, he hit all the green lights, so there was continuous driving and less kissing and looking. But that just made it quicker for him to get to his place.

His apartment was on the second floor, which didn’t take long to get to, but catching up to Harry’s long strides as he practically dragged you up the stairs—no patience to wait for the elevator—was tiring you out.

Once his front door closed, he immediately pushed you up against it, cradling your face in his hands as he kissed you feverishly. You practically could feel him smiling into the kiss, happy to have his lips on yours, and it completely tied your stomach into knots as the familiar flutter you felt in your chest made itself present.

You’d come to realize, in the kitchen, that kissing Harry was everything you ever imagined. His soft lips molding and connecting with yours so perfectly made all of your dreams and realities come true. He just had a way with how he worked his lips as well as where to put his hands. But you were eager to find out what else he could do.

Harry was the one to pull away first, which he even surprised himself with, but he led you to his bedroom, which you were too excited about. He closed his bedroom door, taking your lips in with his again, backing you up against his bed as he gently placed you on top of it, hovering over you.

His lips trailed to your cheek, your jaw, and down to your neck where he lightly nibbled and sucked on your soft skin. You felt him lick your skin, soothing out the small love bite that he left on your skin before he pulled his head from your neck.

“You sure you want to do this? I’d be happy just kissing you.”

You smiled. “I’m sure, wanna touch you. You’re sure too?” You asked consent from him as well, making his cock twitch in his pants.

“Very sure, love. You have no idea.” He sat on his knees as you laid below him, and he’s sure he’s never seen someone look so beautiful as you do; he was completely enthralled by your beauty. “Can I take this off?” He referred to your shirt, playing with the buttons on the front. You nodded, biting your lip.

He leaned his weight on one side of you, placing one arm behind your head as you rested against it. He took your mouth in with his as his other hand began unbuttoning your white shirt, impressively with one hand. Once he got to the bottom, he sat up again, as did you to take off your shirt and your sports bra. You didn’t wear anything sexy to work because you wanted to be comfortable while waiting tables.

Harry looked at your bare torso, licking his lips before he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and licking the pebbled bud before switching to the other. His lips then placed small kisses down your body and to the hem of your pants, where he looked up to see you flushed from just his kisses.

“Harry…” you whined.

“What is it, beautiful?” He smirked.

“Please, take it off.”

“I’m getting there, love, don’t worry.” A breathy chuckle came out of his mouth before he unbuttoned your trousers. Your hips raised off the bed, and he swiftly took them off, leaving you in your nude seamless underwear. “Fuck, you’re so stunning, Y/N, I swear.” You looked at him and smiled; you were clearly at loss for words because of how Harry was looking at you. He wasn’t looking at you with complete admiration, like he was so lost in his daze of his sight. And that thought made you even more aroused.

He gave you another kiss to your stomach before taking off your underwear, situating himself in between your legs, lying on his stomach. Harry looked up once more to find you staring at him, eager to watch what he’s about to do; he placed a kiss to your inner thighs, gently nibbling on your flesh, making you squirm.

“Harry, please. Need to feel you,” you pleaded, brows crinkling.

“Tell me what you need,” he teased, earning an impatient scoff from you, but Harry chuckled at your frustration.

“Need your mouth on me. Please, want you to eat me out already.”

Now, who was he to deny that request? So, that’s what he did—he slowly licked your clit multiple times before licking into your hole, collecting your arousal on his tongue. He used your wetness to lubricate your clit, completely assaulting your sensitive bud. Your back arched as the sensations ran through your body, hands gripping the sheets below you tightly that they practically wrinkled. Harry moaned against your clit, making you buck your hips into his face.

“Fuck, Harry…” you dragged out, throwing your head back into the pillows.

For a few minutes, Harry continued devouring your taste, not stopping until you came all over his mouth and you were completely shocked by his will to not stop until you’ve had your orgasm from his tongue.

He replaced his tongue with his fingers, slowly entering your wet hole as he fingered you. You moaned louder; the tips of his fingers curling up to meet the softness of your upper walls. His unoccupied thumb rubbed your clit in slow circles, something that he noticed you really liked based on your hips thrusting upwards and your hand gripping his hair harder that it felt like you were going to rip out his locks.

“So pretty, love. So wet for me.” The simplicity of his words had made you feel the familiar bubble in your lower stomach, and you wanted to release it so bad.

“Harry, I’m gonna…cum,” you groaned out, biting your lips.

He continued his pace on your clit, but added a tad bit more pressure, causing you to jolt a little. His fingers that were inside of you repeatedly brushed your g-spot, making you close your legs, but Harry pried them open, encouraging you to release.

“C’mon, baby. Want you—need you to cum for me. Can you do that? Can you give me what I want?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, mouth ajar as your voice was hitched in your throat. A few more thrust and rubs from his fingers, and you hit your high, releasing around his long fingers as he slowed his movements, riding out your orgasm while praising you for your peak.

“That’s it. There you go.” One of his hands rubbed your stomach, calming you down while the other hand gently played and cupped your pussy as you unconsciously and slightly thrusted your hips into his hand.

Once you had relaxed, you opened your eyes; Harry was kissing up your body before he kissed your lips so sweetly.

“Hmm, you’re so good at that.” He smiled, kissing your neck as he started to rut his hips on your thigh. You felt his hard on through his pants, and you knew that wasn’t comfortable whatsoever.

“Can I touch you?” You asked. He pulled his head from your neck, facing you as he was about to say it was completely fine if you didn’t, but you spoke up first. “That can’t be comfortable, and I wanna touch you—if you’d let me.” You were looking at him with innocent eyes, even though he knew what you were about to do was going against anything innocent. Plus, the way you were looking at him only made him more aroused.

“Course, let me just get out of these.” He got off the bed, but stayed closed; he was about to unbutton his shirt, but you stopped him quickly, replacing his hands with yours. Harry dropped his arms to his side once your lips were attached to his neck, giving him a small hickey on the underside of his jaw. The feel of just your lips on his skin made him bite his lips as a chill ran through him. You sat on your knees and started unbuttoning his white shirt, and with every button you undid, you gave him a kiss to every bit of his skin that was left exposed until you reached the hem of his pants.

You looked up at him on all fours, and he watched you press another kiss to his tattooed torso. “Mind if I take these off?” You toyed with the hem of his pants.

“No, please, don’t mind at all.” You smiled, looking back at his bulge, which outlined through the fabric of his pants. You palmed him, making him hiss through his teeth. He hadn’t felt another person’s touch in so long, so your lips and touch felt overwhelming in the best way.

You unbuttoned his pants, which he was fast to get out of, leaving him in his black briefs. You positioned yourself to lay flat on your stomach, thankful that Harry’s bed was the perfect height to where you don’t have to strain your neck to suck on him. Kissing down his happy trail, you left a prominent love bite in between his tattooed leaves that were so perfectly inked on his lower abdomen. You then kissed his hard length through his briefs, making Harry breathe heavily. He’s never felt so teased in his life, but you were making it all worth it because nobody had ever made him feel so aroused.

Finally, your fingers gripped the hem of his briefs and tugged them down so his cock could departure from the strained material. He was big, and you knew that from when he was driving to his place earlier as his cock was pushing against his pants, making you excited and eager. But seeing it right in front of you made you salivate.

“Holy shit, you’re so big.” All he did was smirk at your words, knowing that fact quite clearly. You grabbed a hold of him as you held his dick upwards before you licked the underside from base to tip. Harry breathed in through his nose once he felt the smallest bit of contact from your mouth.

Your mouth began to work on his tip, sucking and licking up the precum that had spilled out of his tip before you started to take more and more of him in your mouth. It was Harry’s turn to fill the room with his raspy and deep moan, and the noise he was making was triggering your arousal. Harry had a full view of your mouth on him as well as a great view of your entire backside, not missing the way he noticed how you started to subtly move your hips into the sheets.

As you sucked on him, taking him further into your mouth, Harry dragged his fingers from your shoulders, down your spine, and to your ass that was out in the open with no shame whatsoever. His hands kneaded your flesh before slapping on cheek, which made you moan around him.

“Like that?” He went back to his standing position, leaning back a tad bit to get a good look at you. “Tell me, do you like that?” You looked up at him, making direct eye contact with him as your cheeks hollowed and you sucked hard around him before letting out a ‘mhm.’ Your mouth was working wonders on him while your hand was fondling and playing with his balls, making him throw his head back and accidentally bucking his hips up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. “Fuck, sorry, baby.” He moved your hair to check up on you, but all you did was place your hands on his ass and pulled him towards you until your nose touched his pubic bone. Harry let out a throaty moan, and your hands pushed and pulled his lower body until he understood what you were doing.

So, he took control, holding your head steady before he slowly started to thrust into your mouth; the tip of his cock brushed against the back of your throat. There was a string of spit that was dangling from your mouth and connecting to his balls—a sight so filthy but helped him get right on the edge.

“I’m gonna cum. Love your mouth so much. So beautiful for me, so perfect.” Harry’s hips began to jerk sloppily, indicating that he was close. With just a few more thrusts into your perfect mouth, he spilled down your throat as he stopped thrusting, keeping you halfway on him. A series of curses and your name came from his lips as he shut his eyes. You took every drop that he offered, trying to swallow every bit of content as best as you could, but some of it had spilled out of your mouth due to how much he overfilled your mouth with his cum.

Harry seemed to be in the middle of calming down from his intense orgasm, so you took the time to clean up. Pulling back, you wiped your mouth and licked your fingers as well as cleaning his cock with your mouth. What you didn’t notice was that Harry was watching you the entire time; he lowered his head, neck straining from looking up too much, and saw you eagerly cleaning and licking every last drop that had fallen from your pretty lips. The sight was enough to make him hard again if he wasn’t too spent.

He collapsed on his bed next to you, his head was next to your ass, to which he pressed a small kiss to your hip in gratitude. You moved to lay your head on his stomach, looking at him and giving him a small smile.

“Come here. What are you looking at me like that for?” He reached out for you, and you moved again, resting your elbow next to his head before giving him a kiss. The kiss didn’t deepen any further, just molding your lips with one another as he tasted himself on your tongue.

“Nothing. You seemed to have enjoyed yourself.”

“Very much did, thank you. Did you? You could be honest with me.”

You giggled. “Honestly…I had a really great time. You made me feel really good. The best I’ve felt in a really long time,” you told him honestly, and Harry smiled at that.

“Do you want to stay the night? I’m always in a cuddly mood after anything sexual—well, I’m always in a cuddly mood, period.” You laughed, nodding your head before kissing his cheek.

“I’d love to. Can I use your restroom, and do you have a spare toothbrush?”

Harry nodded, getting off the bed before leading you to his bathroom where he gave you a toothbrush and some of his face wash. He left you to do your business and told you that he would have a change of clothes.

Once you were done, you walked out of his bathroom, still naked, and was met with Harry in a pair of gray briefs and a change of his clothes in his hands, handing them to you. He gave you a kiss to your forehead before going off to the bathroom and leaving you to change.

You replayed the evening in your mind over and over again as you changed—you really enjoyed his company and him as a person. Harry was a more than nice guy, who seemed to like you for whatever reason, and you liked him too. Maybe a bit too much, and you felt like you liked him more than you projected—dare, you say that you were falling in love. But you couldn’t let yourself feel that way; you were beating yourself up for it. In all honesty, you were scared, so you had a habit of not portraying the entirety of your feelings out on the table so people could perceive it.

Your mind was racing with so many thoughts in your head, repeating and spitting out every insecurity that your previous ‘friends’ had told you in the past—calling you a slut and how you couldn’t keep anyone around because they both ended up cheating on you. Your head was telling you Harry would do the same, and as hard as you were trying to deny that because Harry was the kindest person you’ve ever met, it was all you could hear. You couldn’t do this, no, you couldn’t feel like this, you thought. You felt like you needed to protect yourself before you were in too deep.

Without even knowing, you were frantically grabbing your clothes and shoes that were all thrown across Harry’s floor. Your heart was racing, mind telling you to ‘leave’ and that ‘nobody is going to love you,’ so that’s what you were doing, leaving.

You made it out of his bedroom, so close to the front door until you realized you had forgotten your purse. Turning around to go back, you were met with Harry leaning against the frame of the hallway entry, holding your purse in his hands.

“Not planning on saying goodbye?” His voice sounded defeated, the complete opposite as to what it was prior. He looked down at his feet, not even able to make eye contact with you when he was always keen on making direct eye contact when talking to someone, but seeing you walk out his bedroom door when you were supposed to be waiting for him in his bed to cuddle was heartbreaking.

“Harry…”

“That’s all it was to you, I’m guessing? You know you could’ve said no to staying the night, I would’ve understood. But to say yes after we’ve been intimate, and getting my hopes up? I-I thought you liked me, that’s all, and I’m stupid for falling for it,” he ended with a scoff. He felt extremely vulnerable; he laid his feelings out on the table, let you see his body, and it seemed like you just picked and chose your cards straight from the deck to only have Harry fold.

“No, that’s not it-”

“Then please tell me what it is before I drive myself into the wall thinking what I’ve done wrong!” He raised his voice—not too loud where it startled you, but enough to where he simply let out his frustrations.

“I like you, Harry, I do. But we can’t be together.” You didn’t know how to put it into words, so that was the best you could come up with.

“And why’s that?” He furrowed his brows, walking towards you, but keeping a safe distance. “Give me a good reason why, and I’ll let you go—I’ll leave you alone. We’ll simply be coworkers who don’t talk to each other. I’ll-”

“I’m scared, okay! I’m scared because I cannot fall in love with you, even though I’m already in too deep. I’ve done it once and i-it hurt me.” You were on the verge of bawling, maintaining your emotions. “I-I cannot feel this way so soon—fresh out of a relationship…I’ve only known you for, what? A month? We barely even know each other, Harry-”

“See, now, that’s where you’re wrong. You think I don’t know you, but I bet that you know I know you quite well. Probably more than all of your bitchy friends back home who you’ve known for years.” You stayed silent, not knowing how to respond, but he was right, he did know you better than anyone you knew back in SF. “If I didn’t know you then I wouldn’t know that your favorite thing to eat while you were growing up was chocolate croissants. Your favorite color often switches every few days, but some of them are, and specifically: maroon, evergreen, mustard yellow, burnt orange, and beige. You love watching kids cooking competitions in your free time and often root for the one who is doing miserably and knows who won’t make it to the next round. You’re learning how to bake, which is what you said that you’ve always wanted to learn out to make proper pastries, and based on what you bring to work for us to try, you’re on the right path to being a baker.”

“I’m…” you were at a loss for words, tears lining your eyes. All of the questions and playful conversation you and Harry had during work had come around in his words; it showed that Harry really listened, and when he did, he didn’t forget every detail you’ve told him. Your heart felt like it was in your stomach, making your stomach flutter in giddiness and shock.

“I could go on, honestly, but it would be an entire list of things that I’ve remembered about you.” Harry softly smiled down at his feet. “All I’m saying is this: I like to think I know the basics of you, and I still have a lot to learn about you. But don’t run away from me, please. If you want to and you don’t want anything to do with me, that’s fine, but I can’t let you walk out without trying not to stop you.” He sighed, completely putting himself out there as he was practically begging you to stay. “I really like you, Y/N, I mean it. I don’t care if we’ve only known each other for a month. I don’t care that you just got out of a relationship. I mean if you’re still in love with him or have a bit of interest in him still, then that’s different-”

“I don’t,” you interrupted, shaking your head no. It was the truth; you hadn’t felt love for your ex in a really long time, and you simply stayed with him and kept forgiving him just because it was comfortable.

“Okay…”

“It’s just…I don’t want people to think I’m some kind of person who moves on from relationships so quickly. I-I mean, I didn’t come here just to find myself in another relationship, y’know?” Your tone was concerning, like all of your worries were piling up into one big stack that made your head hurt from thinking too much.

“No one’s gonna think that—I don’t think that. Besides, it isn’t any of their business.” Harry walked even closer to you, inches away as his hands grazed your upper arms. “Let me ask you something, does this feel right? Being with me?” You nodded with no hesitation. “Say it,” he instructed, wanting to hear the words come out of your mouth.

“This feels right.”

Harry smiled at you comfortingly. “Okay, then let it be right.”

“I’m scared,” you admitted, looking down. He lifted your chin up with the soft touch of his fingertips, goosebumps littered your skin with just his simple touch.

“Me too, but I’m doing surprisingly well at hiding it. We’ll go slow, okay? No pressure into labeling; let’s just go with the flow, alright?” He suggested, and you softly muttered an ‘okay,’ reaching up to wrap your arms around his shoulders, giving him a warm and grateful hug.

“I’m so sorry-” you said into his shoulder, but he quickly cut you off.

“No need to be sorry, I understand.” His understanding makes you even more soft as you hugged him tighter; a few tears slipped your eyes, streaming down Harry’s shoulder.

After a moment, the two of you pulled away, feeling so much relief from the hug and conversation.

“Is your offer on staying the night still up?” You asked hesitantly.

He smiled. “Yeah, it always is. C’mon.” He took you by the hand, leading you to his room and into his bed—not for the actions of pleasure, but for a nice and comforting cuddle.

You situated yourself on his chest, comfortably trailing your fingers up and down his skin as his arm was wrapped around your shoulder.

Lifting your head up to meet his face, he smiled at you before you gave him a sweet kiss to his lips. It didn’t lead to anything, it didn’t even deepen; just the feel of his soft, pink lips on yours was enough to make you feel bliss.

You pulled away. “Slow?” Harry chuckled, nodding his head.

“Slow.”

Your face warmed up as you smiled, cheeks aching; you positioned yourself back onto his chest for the night, taking up all of his space on the bed when your side was completely empty as you held him close. Even though you’ve only known him for a month, you felt yourself falling; because ultimately, it felt right.

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