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appynonna · 5 months ago

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Our Universe Chapter 4: New friends? Pairing: Poly!OT8xoriginal chararters Rating: 18+ Word Count: 1,736 Words Warning: Nothing bad, Past sexual relationships, pet names, Hinting at GxG relationship, Little bit of cussing.

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Arthur notes: Hello, deary The chapters are just getting longer and longer now it seems, I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing! I am planning to try to keep posting two chapters a week for the time being, Aiming for Wednesdays and Saturdays. The last few days have been crazy, between my own relationships, friends, and work, it's just a lot. But it's ok because I start Thepary this coming week, That's good, right? well without any further nonsense, the next chapter!

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When I woke up I was alone. Not even Siren was still in the bed with me, The door was cracked open. Getting out of bed I headed back to my Bedroom to get dressed for the day.

Once dressed I grabbed a butterfly claw clip and my blushed colored Kitten Heels and headed down the stairs. The voices got louder the closer I got down the stairs. With the claw clip between my teeth, I twisted my ponytail and clipped it in, My messy curls barely tickling the top of my shoulders.

"But mommy" I could hear Wooyoung whine "I don't want scrambled eggs, I wanted a friend egg" He whined as I rounded the island heading into the kitchen. Heading to the pantry, I grabbed the box within it to make an iced coffee with Boba. "Here let me," Yunho's sweet voice said behind me, Grabbing the box from the second shelf

"Jongho said something about you might be going to see Yechan?" He asked grabbing two reusable boba cups that we kept out. Both were clear, but one was black with little red strawberries, and the other a clear pink

"I am," I told him, walking out behind him. I sat my shoes down next to the bench that went out to the garage. "I can take her's if you want me to," I told him looking back off to the right where her door was closed "Is she not here? I asked turning back to the chaos that was in the kitchen this morning. "No" Yunho started " The storm came out of nowhere last night so she was in town at the apartment when it hit" He was going toward the freezer to get the ice. "Mingi slept in her room though, I'm surprised he has not woke up yet" Yunho looked over his shoulder at the door where Mingi slept behind

Wooyoung was still pulling on Seonghwa's ripped black sweater, I sat on one of the high chairs at the bar "Jung Wooyoung, I swear to the gods above" Seonghwa raised his hand that held the little bowl of eggs in it, ready to throw it at the other man.

Before the bowl could leave his hand, A very grumpy Hongjoong grabbed his arm. Raising the bowl out of Seonghwa's hand, and placing it on the counter. "Too loud" Hongjoong Mumbled as he poured a cup of black Hazelnut coffee with no sugar and walked out of the kitchen towards his office, Closing the door behind him.

"He fine, Mingi walked up to me out of the blue, He placed his hand on my upper back above my bra line and placed a kiss on top of my head.

"Coffee Ice cubes or Normal ones" Yunho called over his shoulder "Coffee ones," Mingi's deep voice said before I could, I giggled as he leaned down and kissed my nose.

"Mingi, why are you so careful with her?" Wooyoung asked with a mouth full of food, He was leaning on the counter next to the stove "Shut it, Woo" Mingi snapped at him, His boba eyes turning cold as he stared at Wooyoung. If looks could kill, Wooyoung would be dead. I turned to look at Woo, He just had his cocky 'I saw you naked last week' smirk "You do know she doesn't like the gentleness, right?" Woo stated with a fake innocent smile "Wooyoung" several of the guys called out at once, My face immediately going beet red. Mingi moved away from me heading toward Wooyoung "Ok, and with that it's time for you to head out," Yunho said sitting the two drinks on the bar and turning to grab my heel from next to the bench, on the floor.

I took my shoes from him and slipped them on. Turning back towards the kitchen both Seonghwa and Mingi had Wooyoung pushed back into the corner of the counter. "What are they going to do to him," I asked Yunho "Don't worry about that," he said with a simple smile, placing my pink and white pearl keychain in my hand. "Now head to Yechan's office and have a good day" He kissed my forehead, then walked away back towards the stairs that went down to the garage.

the house had two garages attached to it that went underground housing the family's cars. With 8-10 people in the house at a given time it accounted for a lot of cars. Everyone that their rides. Hongjoong and Yechan are the only ones that have two vehicles.

At any given time you could find an array of vehicles in either of the garages. Cars, a few small SUVs, motorcycles, and two trucks. almost every vehicle was either a Dark or neutral color Which made my car stand out even more. The light pink Lamborghini had been a gift from Hongjoong shortly after I moved into the house with them. I told him that I didn't need anything so extravagant and that my old Honda Civic would do just fine. He did not take my 'no' for an answer.

The drive to the Ninth St. office was quick 20 minutes at most, having good music helped it go by quicker, so I turned the square where the office sat on the next street over. Rhea's salon sat across the way in the square. Right down from the hair salon was a new little clothing store that had just opened, A white dress in the window caught my eye. "Cute," I said to myself as I pulled around the corner to the from of the office, Parking next to the black Corvette, No other cars were in the small parking lot.

I grabbed the drinks, Looking back at the clothing store. In the front glass door flipping the open sign around stood a tall man with long dark hair, Brown or maybe black. From this distance, I couldn't make much out as to what he looked liked 'I wonder if I could talk Yechan into going over to it with me today' I thought to myself as I headed up the stairs into the building.

The front entrance leads to a slightly larger rectangular room. A set of sofas with two plush chairs and a coffee table between them sat on either end of the room. the right side wall had a large window letting in a lot of natural light whereas where the left wall had a gas-burning fireplace with a large TV above it. Along the back wall was a set of double doors on either of a metal and glass desk. The desk's owner was nowhere in site.

In front of the desk was a very fluffy curly-haired German Shepherd, Dune. He lifted his head as the door shut behind me "Good morning, Dune." I greeted the insanely smart dog. "Where is your mummy?" I asked with a fake British accent, I laughed at myself just a little. If the dog could roll his eyes, I'm certain he would have. Nonetheless, he got up and walked through the 'enter' door.

Moving through the small office space and the few rows of square desks, we made it to Yechan's office. Dune trotting in before me

"Knock knock," I said lightly knocking on the open door, Yechan looked up. "Ari, Yunho said that you would be dropping by," She said reaching for her black phone, which was sitting on her desk. Typing quickly she sat it back down for it to go off not thirty seconds later. She took a glance at the phone and her attention back to me.

"What are you up to?" I asked her, walking over to her large desk. It was mostly made of wood, and the 'top' that her laptop along with two monitors set on was elevated on a floating stand that ran the length of the table, Lights lined the underside of it giving the desk a nice glow effect. The were several chairs in the room, either white or brown leather, with a sofa on the back wall with a small glass coffee table, two of the three walls were glass and the other wall that the door wasn't on was a built-in book self with the same soft glow lights. "I was just checking to make sure the checks that were used to pay to rent the Venue and to pay the Band, food vendor, and florist have came out," she said looking back down at her laptop. The balance shown at the top of the screen was a number that I wasn't sure how to pronounce.

"And they did" She smiled, clicked the mouse a few times, and then leaned back in the brown leather chair, she checked her phone again "Now I have about 30-ish minutes to kill until it's time for my appointment with Rhea" I smiled as she talked about her Co-tenant pulling a strand of her fade green curl "I think, I'm just going to go back to black and try to let it grow some" she added as Dune laid his head on her thighs.

Yechan was found normally wearing anything from a-line short skirts, leather pants, and jackets today she had on black leggings with a white strip going down both legs and an oversized white shirt that had a twitty bird on the front of it. Only her Lip ring is visible.

"You look different today," I said nervously eyeballing her. Yechan chuckled and pulled her top off her chest a little bit, making the black sports bra visible for just a second "I don't care if this shirt gets messed up" She shrugged then looked at me, reaching out she grab my hands.

Until that moment I didn't realize I was picking at my nails. "I make you nervous, don't I? SHe asked throwing me a small smile, I nodded looking at her hands holding into mine. "you have so much history with them and we are still so new" I looked at her for a second, Her dark green eyes meeting mine, I looked back down unable to hold her gaze "Yes, me and Seonghwa have been together for almost a year now but the rest is still so new," I said as I played with the ring on her right ring finger.

She smiled at me " Yunho had told me that you seem to be struggling with it a little bit." She let go of my hand and stood up, Walking over towards the leather sofa that sat on the far wall. The coffee Yunho made in her hand "Come sit" She patted the seat next to her.

I sat down where she told me to "They treat you so differently from everyone else, They are so protective of you it's almost to the point of obsession," she said playing with the straw on her cup. I gave her a funny look, and Yechan smiled "How much do you know, like in full?"She asked me.

"I know that they are all together, but also paired off" I started "Hongjoong and Seonghwa, Yunho and Mingi, San and Wooyoung, and Yeosang is with Jongho but they are not as public about it as the rest." I stopped to take a sip of my coffee "They are all together, like a big bowl of soup " Yechan laughed a little bit at that "I'm sure you noticed that they don't have me living full-time in the house, even though I do have a bedroom there" I nodded, now that I think about it her room is the only one downstairs too. The rest is upstairs with a small guest house out by the pool. "You had been with Seonghwa for around 6 months or so when they moved you in, right?" I nodded again not surprised that she knew that"

"What do you know about my relationship with Yunho," She asked me, reaching down she placed her coffee on the table. She picked up what looked to be an older photo, the edges slightly faded. The photo was a picture of Yunho, in a white school uniform with a brown backpack. A yellow and green school behind him.

I smiled at how young he looked, still having the same sweet smile. "I know you have been together for a while, and that it's off you both have the same unique last name." She chuckled at that. "We have the same last name because we are technically married" She looked down at her hand the sliver ring sat on the ring finger of her right hand, on the top side it had to be what looked like a heart with a heartbeat under it.

I saw a very similar-looking ring worn by Mingi "It's a matching set" she said playing with it " with Mingi" Yechan turned to look at me

"I do stay in the house at times, But you live in the house, and Hongjoong moved you into the house" Yechan poked my arm with her long nail each time she said 'You'

"most of the time Hongjoong acts like he is irritated that I'm there, I feel like I'm walking on eggshells with him," I told her, Tears pricked the back of my eyes. I looked down at my lap. Yechan turned towards me pulling my face to look towards hers " Hongjoong and I don't have sex anymore. We used to, but he stopped when you moved in" SHe said wiping the tear that threatened to fall away "He treats you differently than anyone else I had ever seen, He's soft with you." She smiled

I want to ask you a question, If you don't want to answer it you don't have to" She looked at me with a stren look in her eyes, and I nodded my head. "Bunny" She started, I could feel my face getting hotter by the second. The eye contact was not helping, Her thumb tracing over my lower lip " I need a verbal response that you understand me" her thumb pulled my lower lip down slightly "I do" I told her, I took almost everything in me to say that

Yechan smiled "Good girl" She started "ok, So" she took a breath "asking bluntly, You have been with some of the other guys, right?" She asked. I'm sure just from the question, my face was as red as a cherry tomato, I nodded "I have with a few of them" Yechan nodded "And you have been with Mingi?" she asked

I let out a sigh and looked down at my hands " I have" I said feeling bad about the whole thing. "Mingi showed up at my house that night 3 weeks ago," She said " Yunho and I had a late dinner and We were back at my apartment, Mingi showed up out of the blue panicking. He just kept saying that he had hurt you and muttering about blood" Yechan said I looked back at her " He went to your house?" I asked her, She nodded "He did, He needed Yunho more than I did at that moment. I understand most of what happened, BUt if you don't mind can you tell me what happened?" She asked carefully "It's completely up to you," she said, Placing her arm along the back of the sofa. her hand falling on my shoulder.

I turned to Yechan "you are in relations with them as well, right? I asked her, She nodded "I am, and by extension, I could be with you too, or I could just be your friend. If you don't want to be with one of us just say so." She smiled at me. It was a soft warm smile with no teeth showing.

I could tell that she was being careful with what she said and how she said it trying to not make me panic and run, but I also think if she didn't need to know then she wouldn't be asking. " Ok, I'll tell you"

Yechan by all means was still very intimidating but I could tell that she only wanted the best outcome for our group's relationship. "OK, I don't mind talking about it about it, As long as it stays between us, and anyone who was there knows what happened. " I told her " Mingi had ripped me, It was only slightly not bad enough for Yeosang to think I wouldn't need stitches but still bad enough that will all the fluid and everything going on it looked like a lot of blood. " I said mindlessly playing with Seonghwa's right on my right ring finger.

"I honestly didn't even realize what had happened until he was off me running out of the room, A few moments later Hongjoong and Seonghwa were in the room with me. Mingi wouldn't come back in, He then left" I told Yechan

"That must be when he showed up at my apartment" Yechan nodded "Ya, I would assume so. He stayed gone, away from the house for about a week. Once he came back he was different, He had changed" I told her feeling my brows knit "He was so carefree before, But now it's like he's scared that if he touches me I'll break" I looked back to Yechan

"I noticed that too, He doesn't move as fast as he used to. Alright I know where to start to try talking to him" She looked at me with a smile so bright it was scary. "Thank you, Ari" she then stood up. "It's time for me to start to head over to Rhea's Salon if you want to go with me" She added holding out a hand. I took it pulling myself to stand, I told her ok.

#ateez #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #choi san #kang yeosang #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #original worlds #original character #ot8 x reader #ot8 #ateez ot8 #gxg #poly!ateez #polyamory #polyamorous

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iblameashley · 1 year ago

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#A Hot Summer Day

Part 3 of my descent into madness for CoD men.

Story W/ Civilian | Male | Gay

I have concerns I may have bitten off more than I can chew with this fandom. My bags are packed and I'm ready to move to my cabin when this blows up in my face.

Reminder: I'm Canadian and do not know German. I am picking words at random and hoping for the best. Do. Not. Roast. Me. lol. (But feel free to offer corrections!!)

(M!Reader (only cause its kinda self-insert), Ghost, Soap, König via text)

Fluff. Enjoy.

"This is the stupidest thing you've ever asked me to do, Johnny." Soap let out a sigh.

"I dun know 'bout that, Si." Johnny said. "Do you still have eyes on the target?"

"Yes. He hasn't moved in five minutes."

"I'm on my way." There was a click as Soap hung up.

"Fucking git can get me to do anything, I swear."

Ghost waited in cover for at least another five minutes. It was hot and he was getting irritable, but he kept his eyes on the target. He was watching something on his phone, but Ghost couldn't tell what from his position.

Soap finally appeared beside him. "Still there?" He asked.

Ghost nodded and pointed.

"Lets move!"

The two jumped from their hiding spot and bolted over to the bench where their target was sitting.

You suddenly realized you were no longer burning and sweating in the heat of the sun. You looked around to see two men standing behind you. One towering over you like König. You looked at the other guy. "Soap? Ghost?" You asked. You had only met them both once, but you remembered the skull mask.

"Yae remem'bre us!" Soap exclaimed.

You nodded. You were unsure what was going on.

"We saw you about fifteen minutes ago. We were going to come over and day hi, but--" Ghost glared at Soap.

"It'd been rude to arrive empty handed" Soap chastised. He held up a drink tray. "We brought yae some'tin to beat dae heat." He smiled.

Ghost grabbed his large coffee from the tray. He was wearing his mask, a black hoodie and jeans. It was 32 degree weather. You just… couldn't grasp how he wasn't keeled over from heat exhaustion.

Soap handed you a large iced drink. "Large iced coffee with a shot of hazelnut, very little ice and some whip."

"How did you know?" you asked.

"We text König, he's stuck at the base right now." Soaps face beamed with pride.

"This was all his clever little plan" Ghost said with a bit of mockery. "You shouldn't be out in this heat like that."

"Respectfully, I don't think I should be taking that advice from you." You chuckled.

Ghost tapped you on the shoulder and ushered you over to a bench that was under some shade. Soap followed behind him like a little puppy.

"Thanks for the drink." You said before taking a sip.

"Think nothing of it." Soap smiled.

They sat there with you for a good half hour. Ghost went mostly silent as he took small sips of his drink. Mask would slip down, he'd take drink, mask back up. Soap on the other hand… couldn't shut up. He reminded you of how König acted when he was excited. You understood why they were all friends.

You enjoyed the shade and the cool drink. You had actually been lost in the black-hole that was You-Tube videos, and likely would have passed out sooner or later.

Before they left, Soap managed to convince Ghost to take a selfie. You all held up your drinks, or what was left of them, and Soap sent it off to König with the tag "Prost!"

"Liebling!" He replied. A moment passed. "You better bring me something too, Soap."

Soap laughed. "Yeah, yeah. We're on our way. We cant bring your 'Liebling', so coffee will have to do." He sent back.

Soap got up from the bench and made his way back toward to coffee shop. "I got hase drink. Meet yae ou'side innae few, Si."

Ghost stood up and finished his drink. He was actually very handsome, so you wondered why he wore the mask. He took your empty cup and tossed everything in the trash.

"It was good to see you." He said flatly. He paused, thinking. "You're good for König." There was a softness to his eyes.

"Thanks. For that, and the drink." You said.

Ghost nodded and began to walk off.

"Hey Ghost!" You called. He turned to look at you. "How long you been dating Soap?" You flashed a cheeky smile.

Even with that mask, you could tell he was blushing. "Too long." He replied and then walked off.

#cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #gay #lgbtq #boyfriends #male reader #story #fanfic #headcanon #headcannon #ghost call of duty #soap call of duty #konig modern warfare #König

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gardenerian · 3 years ago

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You are such a good writer. I've really been enjoying reading these 5+1s. Here's a request if you'd like: 5 things they worry about + 1 thing they don't have to worry about.

omg! this is brilliant. thank you! i'm so glad you're enjoying them ❤️ cw for: talk of meds, food, and light non-explicit nausea in #3, exercise and health anxiety in #4, talk of frank's memorial in the +1

there's too much shit in their cart.

mickey watches in quiet horror as ian picks up a bag of eight dollar granola, quirks an eyebrow at the flavor - coffee and hazelnut - and then drops it in their cart with a shrug.

between the granola, the almond butter, the olives, and all the other shit ian keeps picking up, their bill has already surpassed a hundred bucks.

they haven't even made it to the fruit yet, and mickey's starting to sweat.

and this isn't even their normal grocery run. they did that yesterday, rolling up to their usual, decently affordable place to do their weekly shop.

no, this shit is all extra. a trip to the whole foods after work, "just to see what we can find," as ian had said.

it's a far fucking cry from the stolen box of pringles and ding dongs mickey is used to. and it's a far cry from the bulk cereal and boxed mac and cheese he knows ian's used to, as well.

it's fancy, all this shit. mickey's not sure he even knows what almond butter is. and moreover, it's expensive.

he's never really had to think about money before.

no, that's not quite right. mickey, like everyone he knows, thinks about money all goddamn day. one way or another, the hole in his pocket has always made itself known. the water bill, rent, bail for his entire fucking family - there was always something.

even as he scammed his way through life, skipping out on as many payments as necessary, mickey has always been thinking about his next move for cash.

that's how it went for all of them: you need cash, you get some cash, you spend that cash, then you find another way to get more cash. he spent all their wedding money because he knew he could hustle up more.

what it really is, is that mickey has never had to think of money like this. this longterm, forward-thinking, savings account, future college fund insanity. he's never had to plan what to do with his money. he's never had enough for it to matter.

no one taught him how to prepare for this.

they're learning how to run the business on the fly, borrowing books and begging lip for advice. there's so much shit they'd never considered. apparently, it's not enough to show up and do the job you agreed to do.

they're constantly reevaluating, trying to figure out taxes, health insurance, licensing, advertising, retirement plans - not to mention dealing with a fucking ambulance.

and that's just the business. suddenly they're paying for rent, internet, gas, electricity - all things they used to split a million ways with the other gallaghers. they even applied for credit cards last month.

and now, there's eight dollar granola.

mickey rubs his hands down his face as ian studies a thing of maple syrup. he's gotta put a stop to this. they've never had money to spare before, and if they're not careful, this will all be over before they've really begun.

"we already have syrup, you know," he informs ian, who just hums absently in response.

"ian," he tries again, reaching out to grab the syrup. "we don't need this shit."

"i know," ian answers, letting mickey put the bottle back. "i'm just havin' fun looking, aren't you?"

"done a lot more than look," mickey grumbles, looking pointedly down at their cart.

"yeah, i got a little carried away," ian laughs, "but we're good for it, aren't we?"

they're good for it now. ian ripped off some shitty budgeting software so they could start keeping track of their expenses. they've got line items for fucking beer and soap now. almond butter and olives aren't part of the deal.

"we won't be good for anything if we buy a bunch of fifteen dollar syrup," mickey snaps.

"mick," ian sighs, turning to face him fully. "we're doing fine. and we're not gonna come here all time! we can splurge a little, can't we?"

"but what if - "

"if it's no good, we'll rework the budget and i'll never come back here again. but today i wanna get us some nice things."

"whatever man," mickey huffs, "you're the one always goin' on about the future and a better life and shit. just tryin' to do what you wanted."

ian shoves their cart out of the way and reaches out to run a hand down mickey's shoulder.

"exactly," he says. "i want us to save up and be ready for the future. i want us to have a good life. but i also want us to live a good life, mick. we don't have to live off ramen noodles and wonder bread forever."

mickey has spent the last two and half decades waiting for life to really start. to feel secure. to feel like there is a life to live. he's been trying to buckle down, to build up to this life ian wants them to have.

he hadn't realized, really, that it's already begun.

"alright," he sighs, "get the syrup. and i want some of that fancy ice cream we saw back there."

ian leans back against the tub, sinking slightly beneath the bubbles. the steam rising from the water soothes his throbbing head, the heat easing his aching muscles.

what a fucking day.

he'd thought that moving away might remove slightly him from his siblings' respective dramas. really, it just made for a longer commute as he went to get sucked back in.

ian would never let them fend for themselves. he loves them too much to let any of them struggle alone. the problem is - they know that, too.

mickey knocks on the door as ian shuts off the faucet with his toe. he pads quietly into the bathroom - already in his pajamas - and sits on the toilet seat, handing ian a beer.

"long day?" he asks quietly.

"god" ian groans. "you got no fuckin' idea."

"you wanna tell me about it?"

"that girl debs was seeing is a real bitch," he explains, sitting up slightly. "long story short - we had to track her down, and then we had to track down all the stuff she stole from carl and lip and pawned off all over town."

"jesus."

"yeah, it was fucking insane," ian tells him. "we didn't even get everything back. lip wants to go out again tomorrow." he pauses for a moment, letting the day wash over him. "shit, i'm wiped."

mickey eyes him warily. "you know you don't have to go, right?"

"what do you mean?"

"you can tell them fuck no," he says sternly. "lip's a smart boy, he can figure this out alone for a day. not everything has to be this big gallagher family caper."

ian considers this for a moment, takes a sip of his beer. this is just the way it's always been: someone fucks up, something goes wrong, and they all figure it out together. it's what families like theirs do.

"what happened to family's family and all that?"

"yeah," mickey agrees, "family's family and you should be there for the big stuff. but they don't need ya for every little thing."

and maybe that's what ian's always been afraid of.

that they won't need him. that he'll lift right out and they'll move right along. fiona held them together for so long, they needed her for so long, but it took barely a day for them to figure it out without her.

so he grumbles when they call and he complains when he gets back home, but ian would never consider not going. as long as they reach out for him, he's going to reach back.

as if reading his mind, mickey snaps his fingers in front of ian's face. "hey," he barks, "they're not gonna forget about you if skip out on one gallagher crusade. everyone calls fiona at least once a week, right?"

and he's right; he's usually right. they don't need fiona anymore. but they still love her. they all still want her. maybe that's better anyways. as long as they keep choosing him.

"okay," ian agrees. "yeah, i'll stay home with you tomorrow."

"good," mickey purrs, eyeing ian's dissipating bubbles. "now, you got any room in there for me?"

when ian swallows his meds down, mickey doesn't think much of it. it's nice, how routine it all feels: the day is winding down, they're undressed and ready for bed, and so it's time for meds.

but then, it occurs to him -

"you didn't eat much dinner," mickey notes, watching as ian screws the cap back on his bottle of lurasidone.

"i know," ian sighs. "too fuckin' tired after this day."

it had been a busy day. a full schedule of pickups, followed by franny's soccer game and dinner with the whole gallagher clan. they'd all gone out together, descending on some buffet like locusts.

and ian had only picked at his salad bar plate.

mickey almost doesn't say anything. they've reached such a peace with ian's meds. but it nags at him as ian crawls under the covers, until he can't sit on the concern any longer.

"you can't take those pills on an empty stomach, man," mickey reminds him, bracing immediately for an attitude. if there's anything ian hates, it's people telling him shit he already knows.

but the fallout doesn't come. ian's either not too bothered, or he's too tired to snap back.

"yeah," he says instead, "i know. might be feelin' a little rough in an hour or so. but i just wasn't hungry enough."

it's more than that, though. yeah, ian didn't eat enough calories before taking the antipsychotic and now it's gonna wreak havoc on his digestive system. but what's more - the pills won't even be absorbed properly. a wasted dose.

ian knows all that, though.

ian knows all that, and ian would tell him that he'd rather feel a little crappy than skip it altogether. he'd tell mickey that he'll just try to sleep through it, tell him to just get in bed and cuddle him to sleep.

comparatively, it's such a small thing. it doesn't matter, in the grand scheme of it all. but ian will be feeling bad tonight, and mickey can't stand it.

"lemme make you some toast," he offers.

"mick - "

"no, c'mon, just a couple of pieces. if you're sick tonight it won't be as bad with some bread and butter in there."

ian looks up at him, considering. "alright," he says, "if it'll make you feel better, i'll have some. thanks."

it'll always make mickey feel better to make ian feel better.

and maybe he'll always worry a little bit. he'll always watch ian, just as ian's always watching him. it feels good, to worry like this. to worry and soothe and care, and to know it's not the end of the world.

it's the kind of worry he's always wanted, worrying for his husband.

"you sure you don't wanna come with me?"

mickey pokes his head out from the covers, hair wild from sleep. "yes," he grumbles, "i'm fuckin' sure. was sure when you asked me ten minutes ago, too."

ian sighs as he laces up his running shoes. every morning now, he asks mickey if he'd like to join him at the gym or for a run through the neighborhood.

and every morning, mickey says no.

mickey says fuck no, to be precise.

the morning is crisp and cool as ian starts up his pace. the sun is just rising; businesses and homes are coming to life as he passes by. mickey will be back to sleep by now.

mickey's never wanted to come on his runs before, and ian never really bothered with trying to convince him. they always had too much shit to deal with. people to scam, brothels to run.

but then they got married, and now ian wants mickey to live forever.

he's always wanted that, of course, but it never really felt like his responsibility before now. it's a job ian takes seriously. mickey is his own man, but ian wants to keep him around until they're dust. in sickness and in health almost feels like a challenge for them, and he doesn't want to tempt fate.

the garden is a big part of that. they'd never had much fresh food growing up, mickey especially, and ian knows that mickey will be more willing to change his eating habits if the food comes from ian's own hands.

if it'll make ian happy, mickey will try it.

but if mickey starts to feel judged, he'll shut down. so ian's never been able to get him down to the gym.

they've been married just over a year now, and ian just wants to stretch it out for as long as possible. he wants mickey thriving for as long as possible. he's working the fruits and veggies into their diets, eliminated (most of) the guns from their workspace, and corralled them into a safer neighborhood. all in the name of their lives together. of living together.

but mickey still won't come run with him.

ian goes for his workouts every weekday, spending an hour or so jogging or on the machines. when he comes back for a shower, mickey is already dressed and working on breakfast.

on weekends they do down to the pool together, or walk leisurely around their neighborhood. it's not rigorous, but it's better than nothing.

he knows that not everybody relaxes the same. running doesn't soothe mickey like it does ian. where ian feels freed, mickey just feels hunted.

ian doesn't feel very soothed today, though. he's on edge, thinking about mickey's health. they need to quit smoking. and when's the last time they had their blood pressure checked? what's their cholesterol like? they just got health insurance, isn't it time to start learning this stuff about themselves?

he doubles back and heads home early, unable to stand the worry any longer.

and he finds mickey ass up in the living room when he gets back.

"the fuck is this?" he breathes, blinking incredulously at the scene before him.

mickey scrambles out of downward facing dog at the sound of ian's voice. some woman keeps talking from his phone, instructing him to shift into warrior one.

"what're you doin' back here? you're usually gone for longer than this." mickey's hairline is damp with sweat; he sways a little nervously on a mat that ian's never seen before.

"since when do you do morning yoga?" ian gapes.

mickey closes out of the app on his phone and sighs. "just been tryin' it out," he shrugs. "knew you were gettin' anxious about exercising and shit. jill wouldn't shut up about this app so i downloaded it last week."

"do you like it?"

"s'alright," mickey admits. "thought i'd fuckin' hate it. i'm loose as hell though, which rules."

ian steps closer to him, taking in his flushed skin, his lightly heaving chest. "this is good, right?"

"guess so," mickey says. "you're never gonna get to run, man. and kev fit was a goddamn nightmare. but, i don't know. i guess i could find something i like."

"you don't have to run," ian promises. "we can swim more, or dance, or walk, or - "

at mickey's unimpressed look, he walks back a little. "or you can find your own thing," he offers. "i'll run and you can do whatever feels good for you."

mickey nods and ian feels the worry in his gut start to settle. they may not live forever, but they'll live so well.

"now," he asks, "just how loose are you?"

mickey doesn't hate their new neighborhood.

he doesn't.

he can see why ian wanted to try it out so bad. maybe the beer costs too much and it's quiet in a way he doesn't understand, but he doesn't hate it.

he just doesn't know it.

mickey was serious when he told ian that he couldn't move here if he didn't know the escape routes. but then ian went and signed the lease before he had a good enough chance to figure it out.

so now that they're living here, mickey is fuckin' jumpy.

he peers down alleyways when they've walking around, trying to figure out how best to cut over to another street if they need to bolt. he looks over his shoulder when they're at the pool, mentally mapping out the property so he knows how they can get to the L fastest.

if they're in this place for the next year at least, he needs to know how to keep them safe here.

they're sitting on the couch after a day of work, lounging in front of the television for a bit before dinner.

well, ian's watching the tv.

mickey is staring at the window, wondering if the lease would allow him to install an escape ladder. if something goes down, there's no way he's waiting for an elevator.

"relax," ian murmurs, trying to pull mickey close.

"can't fuckin' relax," he huffs, and ian sits up at his tone.

"what d'you mean?"

"i don't get this place," mickey snaps, "i can't relax if i don't get it."

to his credit, ian doesn't argue. he takes mickey's hand, rubbing his thumb over his skin.

"you really don't feel safe here? even though there was always danger for us over on the southside?"

"at least there i knew what the danger was," mickey tells him. "i knew how to handle it. plus, terry's dead, so..."

"i didn't think the danger there was physical, mick," ian admits. "just thought we could use a fresh start. but, like i said, if you wanna go - "

"we don't gotta go," mickey sighs. "i just gotta learn."

ian nods, considers.

and he wakes mickey up so fucking early the next morning. "come on," he says, shaking mickey lightly, "we gotta go out."

they wander around the neighborhood, scoping out L stops and the major through streets. mickey paces around in front of the closest hospital, looking up stats and ER wait times. he finds a spot that sells decent pocket knives.

maybe he finds a bar or two to check out.

when they get back to the apartment, ian walks him around the fence that borders the perimeter of the complex. it's sturdy enough. they check out the fire escapes, plan their own route from the apartment.

he might always need to double check the locks before they go to bed. he's always going to want to know how to get ian away, how to duck and flee and fight back if he has to.

he knows they're safe. but he wants to keep them safe.

when ian comes home with their own killing bat and stashes it in the closet, he's reminded that they're on the same team.

they come back to a quiet apartment after frank's memorial.

it was a hectic afternoon, all booze and grudges and laughter and memories, but they hadn't said a word since leaving the alibi to go home.

mickey unties his laces while ian shrugs out of his jacket. one of the sleeves gets stuck as he pulls it down, and mickey silently moves to help him.

he looks at ian: his tired eyes, his drawn lips, his creased forehead. and ian looks back. mickey wonders what he sees.

he tries to speak, to ask if ian's doing alright, but the quiet dominates. instead, he leads his husband over to their new couch.

they stretch out together, ian under mickey's arm.

and there are many things they could say tonight.

mickey could tell ian that he knows how this feels, to realize the loss of man you resented, hated even. a man that was indifferent to you at best, and despised you at worst. a man who let you down at every turn.

ian could tell mickey that he's tired. that he's worried about lip and liam and everyone else. that he didn't want to leave fiona's arms today. he could tell mickey that he's confused, that he's not sure how he feels. he could tell mickey that he's scared about what happens next. he's scared of what he might feel tomorrow.

mickey could say that this is all normal, that it's okay, that it's going to be okay.

and ian could say he loves mickey, god, he loves him. he could thank mickey for being there today, for holding him steady while his siblings reminisced in a way ian never could.

they could talk all night, give each other promises and reassurances. but they don't. they already know, anyways.

they lie quietly as the room gets darker, and then once the sun is set, they move to their bedroom and hold each other there.

they'll say everything they need to say.

but there's always tomorrow for that.

#can you tell i've had a terrible day filled with many of these worries?#nice of ian and mickey to worry about them for me #we'll all be okay tho #ty for the outlet anon!#that granola is real and it's actually $11 #but i thought even ian wouldn't go for that lol #shameless #tumblr writing

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dumb-dotcom · 4 years ago

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Scary movies | p.p

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: Some sudden changes make Peter afraid that he might've done something wrong, which pushes you to finally confess to your best friend

word count: 1k

a/n: this was part of someones writting challenge but I don't remember their username, still I hope you like it.

"so... Do you like scary movies?"

He said trying to drawn the akward but much needed silence with smalltalk after walking a considerable distance from the party I attended to, the music that came from the house that I just got out from some minutes ago was still audible and it amazed me the fact that noone called the cops yet. I looked at him, the dim light from the streetlight highlighted his features almost perfectly, his hair fighting against all of the products that he used to make it stay in place and his eyes that could be easily confused with hazelnuts, filled with sweetness.

"You should know by now." I tried to clean my face laughing off his awful attempt to start a conversation, if I had to be honest the night didn't went like I wanted it to be but it wasn't the worst either.

A broad smile was instantly placed on his face, any person who passed by us would notice it, I noticed it. The oversized orange bodysuit that I was wearing was now a bit stained with a drink from another girl and some long forgotten tears.

Everything felt peaceful now that I was besides him, like I used to when we were kids and I got in trouble so I 'ran out', small feet running through the hallway from our apartment to his, where I would nock and just seconds after his aunt opened the door I would ran to his room, seeking the comfort of his presence

I curled up into his arms, and felt his warmth on this October midnight, maybe spending my night at his house watching movies and drinking coffee like every other year was a better plan, and yes! Maybe I made a decision out of pure impulse and curiousity, but how could someone blame me when everybody at the school hallway talked about the huge Halloween parties that Flash threw and even more after for the first time a cute guy invited me to go out.

The curiousity part is almost unnecessary to explain, but the one thing that fuelled my impulsivity this time was the same reason why I did every other stupid thing that pushed me farther and farther from the inevitable truth for the last year or so, and it was trying to get my mind out of Peter Parker, ever since he told Ned and I about his feelings for Liz everything got so awkward, especially since Ned and Mj noticed my obvious feelings towards Parker, but he was oblivious to them, I finally started to move on a month after she left school because of the "incident", or at least that's what I tried to tell myself. See, love isn't how everyone (included some TV shows and absurd movies) says, it isn't always pink and beautiful, like, when the girl from the funny 90's romecom meets this guy at the school hallway and everything tells them that they are ment for eachother, no, sometimes it feels like an annoying thing that you carry around which drains you because, you are obviously in love with a guy that will never feel the same for you because he is one of your best friends and you just want what's best for him, even if it isn't you.

Now, after fighting with my friends because 'traditions are important' but so is opening up to new things, and being humiliated Infront of a large part of the school population I was walking to May's car, which was some blocks down the street so we could finally go and see some Halloween themed movies, with them.

"Y/n, can I ask you something? But you have to be really honest" he played with the hem of his sweater.

I didn't have to see it to know it, that is one of the many things he did when he was nervous and his voice tone gave it away.

"You already did" I passed a hand through my really messy y/h/c hair "but go ahead".

Our steps were slow, not wanting to get with May and Ned yet, so when he suddenly stopped walking I didn't immediately noticed, his stance suddenly changed from nervous to really serious which wasn't a good sign.

"What happened to you?" His hand reached out to mine.

"Isn't it obvious Pet-" I rolled my eyes ready to explain again the events of the party.

How everyone danced to the loud music, wearing their elaborated costumes, then someone pushing me to the sudden realization that the music had stopped and everyone was looking at me, and some girl yelled at me about the guy that had invited me to the party, a drink being thrown at me, someone holding back the girl and me running to the bathroom ready to call Ned.

"I'm not talking about today." He shook his head a bit, it was almost unnoticeable "I'm talking in general, you've seem off, distancing yourself and rambling about trying out new things"

He seemed melancholic and I didn't noticed when his hand left mine just feeling the coldness of his absence, I started to worry, I didn't mean to upset him and I also didn't know what to say.

"Is it that you don't want to be my friend anymore?" He finally said.

His words felt like a heavy stone that someone left to fall on top of me and crush me, it was working. I just wanted to go back in time and change everything, since the time that I decided to go and sit with the good looking guy that suddenly started to talk with me or the time that I wasn't able to go to Ned's birthday party because some girls persuaded me to go out with them.

"N-no! No, no, no, no... Pete I would never want to stop being your friend." I took both of his hands and we made eye contact "the truth is..."

"Yeah?" He was full with curiousity and some new shine in his eyes that I've never seen before made presence.

" T-that, that I like you!" I stumbled trough my words because fighting with your brain and your heart can sometimes blur out the message that you want to send.

Peter's mouth was agape and the shine was still there, but brighter, he took me between his arms into a warm hug filled with love.

"I like you two!! I've liked you for a while now and I was so scared at the thought of you leaving." He whisper near my ear.

"I don't ever want to leave you" I said with a dumb smile on my face.

I stepped back with my face lighted up and took his hand starting to walk, I didn't want him to look at me and how my cheeks where suddenly hot.

"Yes, I like scary movies" I said refering to the old topic which I got a laugh as response.

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oreostacker · 2 years ago

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It was a normal day in Splaintcaster, nine am temperature reaching 80 degrees but feeling 85. Big puffy clouds lazily drifted through the sky as if to judge which spot would be the perfect place to later turn angry and cry warm tears about it. There were birds here and there but far to little to take interest in them.

Further away from the center of Splaintcaster but not too far from the rest of the living lives there, we see Barbara sitting on her porch. She has blonde and silver hair, a frame that looks like it supported life and icy grayish blue eyes.

She's sitting with a curve in her posture, feet up and crossed on a table and her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee that tastes of hazelnuts. She's wearing an orange dress with yellow flower designs along the bottom and a yellow shall wrapped around her shoulders. Her eyes are staring, glazed over, looking through her surroundings and not taking them in no facial features to be detected as to what she may be feeling.

Hurrying up the street, on her brown horse, wild with happiness and amazement, we see Kara. Kara has a similar face shape to Barbara.

But they have more differences than similarities. Kara's hair is brown and Grey, with more Grey than brown. Her eyes while the same shape are in fact chestnut brown with honey being stirred in em, if viewed in sunlight. Her frame also carried life but was not as wide as Barbara's (surprising all who found that Kara carried more lives than Barbara.) Kara while older stood two inches shorter than Barbara as well.

Kara came flying, wearing a deep blue dress with a brown shall and brown boots to match. She also had a brown money pouch strung across her hips. Though hilariously, riding at break neck speeds, she was trying to balance as still as possible a container in between her legs.... while on a horse...... that has four legs that must move...... and not on a well paved road..... a feat that humans would struggle with if just walking with a full cup of water on two legs.

"BARBARA, BARBARA!!! YOU'VE GOT TO TRY THIS!!!"

Turning to look with bewilderment in her eyes,

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? BESIDES LOOKING LIKE A HOT MESS OF A TWENTY YEAR OLD AGAIN?!?!"

Now stopped and attempting to get down with her precious box,

"Can, can you, can you get over here please? I'm having a hard time trying not to drop this."

Setting her coffee aside and making it down the three steps to the mess in question.

"What is it anyways? Oooo smells nice. Where'd you get this? I don't recognize this box from a bakery, did Linda make this ?"

"No, Linda didn't make this, here I'll take it back let's go inside, it's a sugar cream pie, and I wasn't planning on buying the whole thing but I had a slice and knew you need to try this.

I swear it's like an angle and a dove had a baby and God blessed it and the clouds gave it a fluffy dress to look cute in while it dances in your mouth."

Ha! "Can't be that good it's really easy to screw this pie up and make it a swampy mess, you still never said where you got this thing from, put it on the table I'll grab some plates, There's fresh coffee in here if you want some?"

Setting the box down and removing the lid we see a skewed pie

Tsk "crap"

Mmm? "What's wrong?"

Two plates are set on the table followed by the sound clinks from the forks,

"I may have messed up the pie, I think the taste will obviously be fine but presentation wise....."

"It looks like a crazy woman was holding it while flying down the road on a horse looking like she stole the queens jewelry."

"Hey when you try this you'll be glad I was trying to share it with you instead of hiding it."

"My hopes are getting higher by the minute, said with a humorous dead glare at her sister, again where'd ya get this thing?"

"Church was having a bake sale remember? This was the second thing I tried the first thing I tried was a slice of Linda cake for a nickle of bronze an-, "

"Wait you got a slice of Linda cake, didn't buy me a slice, as you can clearly tell I forgot that today was the bake sale day, then decided that this pie was worth buying the whole of instead of getting all of the Linda cake? Is that what you're telling me right now?"

"Yes, now-,"

Scooping out two... slices... Barbara interrupts again,

"Then this pie better be worth gold, yer insane for one not getting me a slice of Linda cake-"

"YOU WEREN'T THERE?? how is that my fault?-"

"AND TWO, for not buying the Linda cake, she makes that like twice a year If you don't specifically ask nicely for it as your present on yer birthday. And three you could have imagined that this pie tasted like all that, agian very easy to mess this one up what if yet wrong? And you got the cake flavoring messed up with the pie flavoring?!?"

Huffing out air while dropping her head back she does a little dramatic push of the plate towards Barbara,

"Shut up and try this thing."

Staring at her sister with her arms crossed one eyebrow raised and leaning back into her dining room chair she waits for the face of awe to cross the other's.

Barbara purses her lips and digs for an even mesh of pie filling to crust on her fork, leaning forward over the table she looks through her eyelashes over to Kara who's waiting impatiently for her to take a bite. She rolls her eyes and blinks back to her fork before finally taking a bite.

It sits there on her tongue with smug satisfaction. The kind that a little girl will show after she beats a boy in a sport that the boy claims to be a master in. And it's just too beautiful to swallow. I mean how is this possible.... no variation of this pie has ever turned out this decedently before, she clearly died and had gone to heaven this is God's food that's being eaten it has to be....

Ahem?????

"You gonna finish that bite or just carry it with you like a toddler does a rock?"

"I'm... working on... it...give meh... a seconmd.."

Swallowing and looking fully at Kara,

"How in the hell does it taste that damn good?"

"I know right?"Answering with a smile

"No I mean how?"

"I Know," she happily groans while moving to grab her own fork.

"Its too good of a thing to pass on so I bought it for five silver nickel pieces and one gold nickel peice."

"That.... may be too much but I'm not judging, give another slice wouldya"

Sliding the box closer to her

"As you won't shut up about, it is really easy to screw up this pie, so no, it was worth everything I spent, I regret nothing from this purchase."

"Who made it anyways?"

"I'don't know, but I mean we can ask Linda or mom, you had to sign up with what you were bringing so that you could be thanked by the pastor for bringing something in, so shouldn't be that hard to find out. Why?"

"This is the best sugar cream pie we've ever had in our lives.... from the first taste of table food to now Nothing has ever tasted better..., I want the recipe and or I want to hire this person for the rest of their or my life to be in charge of my desserts from now on."

"You mean you'd willingly give up all other desserts for this pie?"

" I mean I'd willingly give up all other foods and live and die by this pie. Would you judge me or care if I have another slice?"

"No, cause I'm also working on slice three."

Talking continued and the pie was nicely paired with hazelnut coffee. Soon the pie was gone and they were still talking about their individual and their children's lives not realizing that the pie was still gone...

they had a whole pie to themselves and they still talked assuming there was some left. Their problem going un noticed for thirty more minutes and finally the horrible truth was revealed to their mouths and brains.

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221bshrlocked · 4 years ago

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sooo I remember reading a thing (I don't remember who wrote it) about reader being a tailor and doing Sebastian Stan's measurements and him getting turned on by it.

and theeeeen I came across THIS picture:

and my mind is GOING PLACES

AHA dude that was me and if anyone is interested, you can read it here.

But...you were saying-

“There were some last-minute changes. Get your shit together and come with me.” You looked up from your station and stared at Kevin for a few seconds as you continued to write in your notebook.

“Snap out of it and let’s go!!!” He sighed and motioned for you to hurry up, shaking his head when he saw you frantically getting out of your seat and grabbing your tool bag.

You almost tripped a couple of times as you followed him through the lot and into one of the production buildings.

“You mind explaining to me what’s happening?”

“Joe took over from Kristin, not sure why, and now he has too many clients for this movie so you’ll be taking three of Jo’s assignments and he was planning on getting most of the measurements today and since he can’t do that, you’re coming with me.” He swiped his card and pushed the door open for you, telling you to continue walking until the end of the hallway.

“Wow, alright then. Thanks for the heads up.”

“Look, I’m sorry, I only just found out like an hour ago. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve heard that most of the actors in this movie are nice so you won’t have to deal with any assholes. Here,” he took a few steps ahead of you and pushed the door open again before motioning for the next room.

“Just go through there and he’s waiting for you. You have my phone number, let me know if you need anything okay?” Kevin said as he patted you on the back before leaving again. You hoped for his sake that he was telling the truth about the actors. It was too early in the morning to deal with anyone’s shit.

Taking a deep breath, you fixed your bag and clicked on the mechanical pencil a few times before walking to the door. Knocking three times, you waited until you heard a soft response before entering.

And as soon as you walked in, you regretted not asking Kevin which actors you were taking over from Jo.

“H-hi, I uhh, I’m supposed to be taking your measurements...for the suits.” You swallowed nervously and looked at the two actors before zeroing in on the one fixing his glasses and drinking coffee.

“Hi, I’m Taron. Didn’t know Joe is a girl’s name!” Taron asked as he stepped forward and stuck his hand out for you to shake.

“Oh sorry, my name is Y/N. There were some issues with one of the tailors so I’m taking over some assignments from Joe...he has too much on his plate.” You smiled awkwardly before returning your attention to the other man.

“Sorry but I was told there was a third actor I will be working with?” You put your bag down and began to take out the pins, threads, and measuring tapes.

“Yeah Channing is running a little late so I guess you’ll start with us until he gets here. And it’s nice to meet you, I’m Pedro.” He stepped towards you and shook your hand as well before moving to give you some space as you took out your tools. You hoped he didn’t notice how nervous you were at meeting him. Fuck, the man was more handsome up close.

“So which one wants to go first?” You turned around and looked at the two men, raising an eyebrow when neither said nothing. You swore you saw Taron smirking at Pedro but you paid it no mind and flipped through the pages of your little notebook.

“Come on guys, I promise I don’t bite.” You joked and dug your fingers into the notebook when Pedro raised his hand.

“Y/N, how do you like your coffee?” Taron asked as he grabbed his phone and his keys before heading to the door.

“Oh god no please, you don’t have to.”

“Nonsense, I need some anyway.” He shook his head and waited.

“An iced hazelnut latte will do. Thank you so much!” You thanked him again and turned around to Pedro when you heard the door shut behind him.

“If you don’t mind, I usually prefer taking some preliminary measurements before we try on the suits?” You stretched out the measuring tape as you approached him, rolling up your sleeves as you waited for him to finish his coffee.

“Go for it, you’re the expert here. Just let me know how you want me.” You swore there was a flirty tone to his last words but you brushed the thought aside. Come on. Focus.

“T-thank you, and over here is fine.” You pointed towards the large mirror and asked him to take his jacket off.

“And feel free to let me know when you need to move around or anything, I know how hard these things get sometimes.” You smiled at him as you stuck the pencil behind your ears and stretched the tap out from his neck to his shoulders. He whispered something in return but you couldn’t catch it and thought better than to ask him what he said.

A few minutes passed by in silence with you scribbling down more measurements and trying to not pay attention to the heat radiating off of his skin.

“Just a few more and we’ll move on to the suits.” You made the mistake of looking into his eyes and blinked nervously when you noticed how dark and piercing they were.

“Take your time.” Pedro smiled at you and purposely looked down at your lips before meeting your gaze again, his smile growing further when he saw the obvious effect he was having on you.

All you did was hum before getting on your knees and putting the notebook and pencil on the floor.

“Fuck,” Pedro swore as soon as you pulled the measuring tape from his ankle to his inner thighs and you snatched your hands away immediately, hoping you didn’t make him uncomfortable by accident.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to...would you like to take a break?” You weren’t sure what you were supposed to say and you continued to stare up at him until he shook his head.

“Just surprised me...go ahead Y/N.” His voice came out hoarse and you couldn’t help but look at the way his jaws clenched as he looked down at you. Moving quickly through the last measurements, you stayed on the floor and wrote down the last numbers, not noticing the way Pedro was eyeing you as you remained at his feet.

"Ok, so we’ll be trying different suits to see which style matches you best and I’m honestly not sure when I’m supposed to let you go so depending on your availability, we can either finish this today or meet another time.” Pedro nodded and you walked to the chair that had the suits Joe chose for him. “Please put on this shirt and pick whichever suit to start with. I’ll be here.”

“Thanks Y/N.” He took the suit and walked away quickly, and you frowned when the door slammed a little louder than it should have. Maybe he was just having a bad day.

Less than ten minutes later, you heard the door unlock and saw Pedro walking towards you from the corner of your eyes. “One sec, I’m looking for some ties here.” You forgot to hand him one when he went to change and when you heard shuffling behind you, you grabbed the black one and decided to match the colors later.

When almost gasped when you turned around and looked at Pedro.

“Is something wrong?” He asked when he saw the expression on your face, unsure of how he looked.

“Oh god no it’s just...damn, you really know how to wear a suit. Your shoulder to waist ratio is perfect.” The response was out before you could stop yourself and you laughed nervously before approaching him and ignoring the way he was smiling at your word vomit. When you looked down to avoid stepping on his shoes, your eyes widened in surprise at seeing the obvious tent in his suit pants.

Fuck, he was big.

“That might be the first time someone’s ever complimented my, what is it, shoulder to waist ratio?” Pedro unbuttoned the jacket and put up his collars when he saw the tie in your hands. He said nothing of your obvious reaction to noticing the not-so-little issue he was having, hoping that he wasn’t misreading the interaction.

“S-sorry, I can’t help it sometimes. There are some people that were built to wear suits and you’re one of them.” You said nothing as he leaned down so you could put the tie around his neck. He put his hands in his pockets, silently telling you that he wouldn’t be fixing his own tie. You didn’t look at him once, instead focusing on the fabric beneath your fingers and how perfectly chiseled his jaw was.

Your breath hitched when you felt him softly place his hands on your hips. You said nothing as you finished tying the fabric and fixing his collar, hands moving across his shoulders to flatten the creases.

“Tell me sweetheart, how am I supposed to go about my day now that I’m dealing with this issue?” You smiled when he pulled you closer to him and traced your jaw with his nose.

“I...uhh, s-sorry, I didn’t mean to- it’s a perfectly n-natural response.” You finally allowed yourself to shut your eyes and lean your head back as he skimmed his lips over your neck.

“Well, I can tell you that I’ve never had this problem before.” He kissed the skin below your ears and chuckled when he felt your grasp tighten around the suit.

“Oh...s-sorry-”

“Mierda...every time you say ‘sorry,’ makes me want to bite your lip baby, kiss the breath out of you. So fucking sweet...” You shivered at the whispers he was speaking across your skin, barely managing to breathe when you felt how hard he was against your stomach.

“P-pedro...” Just as he was about to lean over and kiss you, the door unlocked and in came Taron with your coffee. You jumped as far away from Pedro as possible and pretended to jot some stuff down on your notebook, completely missing the way Pedro was silently swearing and pointing at Taron to leave.

“Ah mate I just realized I forgot to get Channing’s coffee. Be back in a bit.” You ignored him and stared at the numbers on the page.

Your embarrassment was replaced quickly with shock when Pedro came up from behind you and pulled you to his chest. He turned your chin around until you were looking at his lust-blown eyes.

“Now, where were we?”

#pedro pascal #drabble

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supraveng · 5 years ago

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Cocktail Hour

Summary: you work for Stark in his lab and get to know the Avengers, you also moonlight as a bartender

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanof, Reader

Warnings: SMUT and story and a bit of fluff, alcohol consumption,

Word Count: 4312

“What do you want, Wilson?” you asked without looking up from the project you were working on. “Is that anyway to treat your favorite Avenger?” he responds with a smirk. “Oh, I didn’t realize you brought Bucky with you” you smirk as you look up a bit shocked to see Bucky standing behind Sam and with a shit eating grin.

“Wow, really Y/N? I thought we were friends'' he responds in a huff. “Wilson, you only come visit when you want something from me, it’s never friendly chatting. I’m busy, what do you want?” you deadpan knowing the more you agitate him the longer this is going to take, but you don’t care. Getting Sam all riled up is one of your favorite past times, and one that you and Bucky have been bonding over.

“Fine, I’ll make it short and sweet. I need you to put in a good word for me with your girl, Savannah'' he states as he wiggles his eyebrows. You freeze and slowly look at Sam, with a slight squint.

“WHAT?” you respond exasperated that he’s interrupting your project that seems to be never ending. "Please? She's cute and we really hit it off, but I'll be coming back to the bar this week to get her number and you can make sure she knows I'm more than worth her time" he tells you with a smug look on his face.

"First of all, since when does the, and I quote, great Sam Wilson need help getting numbers? Second, her name is Sienna not Savannah. And last but not least, you aren't her type" you respond with a smirk, knowing just how much your points are getting under my skin.

"Alright now, I don't need your help getting numbers, women love me. I just wanted you to be a supportive friend" he grumbles at you. You just raise an eyebrow waiting for him to continue.

"Second, she said Savanna like the city in Georgia." "Its Siena, like the city IN ITALY!" you interrupted.

"And third, how could this not be her type?" he said as he gestured from his head to his toes, flashing that ridiculous smile and beginning to flex his biceps. You let out a heavy sigh and you can tell he thinks he's got you stumped.

"While all that" you waive your hand towards him "might interest some women, you just don't have what she wants" you state while slightly shaking your head sadly. He's about to start up with another dispute and any other time you would love to spend hours tormenting him like this, but you were still working and had a few hours left to finish the reconfiguration of your latest project, so you step closer.

Putting your hands on his shoulders and looking up at him with an apologetic smile "Sam, you don't have a vagina. I'm sorry, but she's not interested unless you do."

Bucky couldn't hold it in any longer and was doubled over in laughter. "Now, if you boys didn't bring me coffee, get out of my lab" you say as sweetly as possible. "But she was so flirty, are you sure? Maybe she's bi?" he asks trying to understand what he missed.

"She's a waitress Sam, flirting gets you bigger tips. I mean did you give your usual amount or did she earn a bit extra?" you ask only trying to get him to see the reality of their interactions.

"Damn it!" he huffs as he turns around to leave. Bucky straightens up trying to calm himself down when he looks up at you "I'll be right back with your coffee"

A few minutes later, Tony walks in with a quizzical look on his face "what did you do to birdman and gramps?" He moves past you toward the back of the lab.

"Why would you think I did anything to those two?" you ask as innocently as possible. He arches an eyebrow and you concede "ugh, why does that always work? Ok, it's no big deal, Sam was asking about my coworker Siena, and I told him he had no chance since she's into women. But apparently when a waitress flirts its interest and not just trying to get a bigger tip, he learned a lot today" you sigh as you continue working.

"What do you mean "coworker Siena''? He asks using air quotes. "I've never seen her in my lab, who is she?" " She's a waitress at the bar" you mumble realizing Tony didn't know about your other job. You have been an intern for him, working on your doctorate in Biomedical engineering, for the last year and he didn't know you had another job. This isn't going to end well you thought to yourself.

"How is it possible you have another job? You are here all the time, how do you have time to work at a bar, write your dissertation, find time to sleep and have a social life?" he asks, seeming like he's been swindled or something.

"And why do you have another job? This internship pays above average for engineers, I'm not even sure what's going on around here anymore."

"Ok, Tony, first of all, I thought you knew, I cleared it with legal before I accepted the internship. I've been working at The Rum House since my freshman year and they are flexible with my hours. Two, the work I'm doing here is my dissertation, three who are you to question my sleep habits? And four, I like staying busy, I don't have a social life per say and I'm ok with that" you state with a shrug just as Bucky comes walking in with a huge cup of coffee.

"One venti flat white with hazelnut, sorry am I interrupting?" he questions as he hands you the coffee. You immediately bring it to your face and take a deep breath closing your eyes to enjoy your favorite beverage and miss the small smirk on Bucky's face, feeling a bit of joy that he could make you happy with something as simple as a cup of coffee.

Taking a sip you moan and open your eyes to see Tony and Bucky starring at you. With a smile you look at Bucky "thank you, this is exactly what I needed and no you didn't interrupt a thing, we're done,"

"We are so far from done, did you know she had another job? Hmm? Am i the last to find out everything around here?” Tony mumbles to himself as he goes back to his work station. Bucky smiles and waves as he leaves and you watch him longer than you should but damn the way he wears jeans just does something to you.

"And what was that? You have a crush on the centurion now too?" he asks. "What? You are ridiculous! I'm just appreciating the coffee and wondering why you never bring me coffee. I mean, I thought you took your title of "World's greatest boss" seriously but I guess that's not the case" you respond as seriously as possible as you sit back down and get back to your project.

You've been working non stop most of the day and don't realize how late it is until your phone chimes and you notice it’s after midnight. .

You are probably already in bed but I wanted to say goodnight

I'm actually still working. I guess I lost track of time. I should head home and get some sleep

It's late, you could stay with me ;)

That's so tempting but your roommates are very nosey, not sure how to sneak out in the morning without getting caught

You're right, as always. Can I walk you home?

I would love that, meet me at the corner in 15?

I'll be there in 10

"Even tired you still look beautiful, how is that possible? " he states as you wrap your arms around his torso for a long overdue hug. "And you are always the charmer, how did I get so lucky?" you mumble into his chest as you inhale deeply.

His scent always felt calming and safe. "I'm the lucky one" he says as he kisses the top of your head. Beginning to walk arm in arm down the street, "now let's get you to bed, you work too much"

"In my defense it will all be over once I complete my dissertation, then when I find a real job, I'll be a normal person working 60-80 hours a week" you smile at him and peck his cheek.

"That's more than normal people, and the part time job at the bar? Are you going to give that up?" he questioned with a smirk.

"I like the bar and I thought you liked the tiny uniform" you wink as you turn the corner towards your apartment.

"You can wear that for me any time and I would love it, not just at work, or better yet, nothing at all" he responds in a low growl. You chuckle and swat his chest, "then we would never leave the apartment" "and I don't see that as a problem at all!" he spins you towards him and kisses you passionately, then releases your arm.

"Aren't you coming up?" you ask a bit disappointed. "I definitely want to, but you need sleep and if I go up to your place, I will not let you get any." he states slowly backing away.

"I have tomorrow off, do you think you can break away from your roommates and we can have lunch?" you ask. "If you have the whole day off, you call me when you wake up and I'll take you to breakfast, lunch and dinner, and I will make sure we work up an appetite in between'' he responds with the wiggle of his eyebrows.

"That sounds perfect! I'll call you in the morning" you smile as you make your way into the building. Flopping on your bed exhausted, you have a smile on your face for the plans you have for tomorrow.

Waking up you look at your clock and gasping, 10:33, you hadn't slept that late in ages.

Hey handsome, you probably don't believe me, but i just woke up! I'm gonna hope in the shower or should I wait for you to join me ;)

Oooo, I am on my way, do not start without me!

😘

The knock at your door was barely 10 minutes later, and you opened it laughing at the look on his face. "Did you run the whole way here? Your place is a 20 minute walk away."

"I needed to work up a sweat for the shower, been thinking about you naked since last night, which makes it very HARD to sleep" he responds while following you into the apartment.

"Well, you are overdressed so maybe I can help you out of those clothes" you respond in almost a whisper. You bat your lashes as you start to unbuckle his belt, looking up at him biting your lip "it's been such a long week, I feel like I hardly get to see you."

"I know, but today will make up for it, I promise" he mumbles into your neck. You are walking backwards into the bathroom when he is finally in just his boxers, you turn on the shower before dropping your robe to the floor.

He drinks you in from head to toe with a low moan "Damn beautiful, I've missed you" he practically purrs as he grabs your hips to pull you closer. The long shower was a much needed tension relief for both of you and lasted until the water ran cold.

“So what would you like for breakfast, beautiful?” he asks as he’s kissing your neck and wrapping his arms around you. “Actually, I was thinking maybe we order in, that way we don’t need to bother getting dressed at all.” you respond biting your lip and enjoying his lips traveling down your neck to your collarbone. He practically growls in response before picking you up and carrying you out of the bathroom, “you are brilliant, you know that?” before throwing you on the couch and poncing on top of you.

Several slices of pizza and orgasms later, the two of you are cuddling on the couch when his phone dings, “they can’t leave you alone for a day can they?” you quip knowing it’s his roommates checking to make sure he’s still alive.

He kisses your forehead before grabbing his phone “they are a bunch of smothering assholes, that’s what they are!” he responds before reading the message with a large sigh. Looking at him you know exactly what that means “what time do you have to leave?” you ask as casually as possible.

“I’m sorry, it’s a last minute “important” meeting, I can shower here and leave at 8ish to be on time” he responds apologetically.

“Which means you are supposed to be there before 8, but I will take every minute I can get!” you state as you straddle his lap and kiss his jaw.

“Trust me, I would much rather be here with you, kissing every inch of your body. Maybe I can fake that I’m sick” he mumbles against your neck.

You are about to respond when your phone starts ringing, you snarl as you look up ‘who the hell is calling me on a Saturday afternoon?” you whine as you reach for your phone. You toss it on the coffee table almost as quickly as you picked it up.

“You can answer that, I don’t mind, I can be a very good boy when I want to” he says as he winks at you. “That is the bar, and it’s my day off…...and you are never a good boy, one of the many traits I love about you” you hum as he begins to assault your chest with his sinful mouth and tongue.

Before he can continue, your phone starts ringing again and you whine as he stops “noooo, don’t stop!” He hands you your phone as he gets up and heads into the kitchen.

“This better be important” you practically yell as you answer the call. “Uh, hey Y/N! It’s Gary, and I know it’s your day off but we got a last minute backroom booking and I need the best bartender in NYC. Can you be here by 9?” You don’t respond, only sighing into the phone “I’ll pay you double! And you can have tomorrow night off” he throws in trying to change your mind.

“It’s not about the money Gary, I haven’t had an entire day off in 4 months. My body and brain need to do nothing but eat take out and catch up on bad reality tv” you argue, knowing it will do nothing to deter him from getting you into the bar tonight.

You look up to see a beer being handed to you and smirk on his face “I can go down there and scare him if you want” he whispers, only making you giggle in response.

“Ok, I’ll pay you for not working tomorrow night, please I really need you!” “Fine, quit begging, but I’m only agreeing because I lost my evenings entertainment. See you at 9!” you say before hanging up without letting him respond.

“Looks like my evening just got filled and I’ll be slinging booze rather than recuperating from today’s activities” you pout as you sip your beer. “Well it’s almost 6, so let's order some Chinese food and go for round 5 before we have to return to the real world” he responds sitting next to you with his arm around your shoulders.

“Yes, but food first, I just hope I’ll be able to walk tonight. You have one hell of a libido!” you yell as he attacks your neck again. “Only for you, beautiful”

The time passes by faster than you like and you both shower before dressing. You are dressed and starting on your makeup when he walks into your room for a final kiss goodbye. “Damn, it is hard to leave when you look that good with clothes on” he eyes you up and down causing you to blush.

“Hey, why don’t you come by the bar after your meeting and we can continue what you started, handsome!” leaning back into his strong chest. “That sounds perfect, I’ll text you on my way!” and before you can respond he is running out the door, you just shake your head and laugh knowing he’s gonna be late and doesn’t even care.

Heading out of your apartment you decide to stop for coffee before hopping on the subway. It’s been a long and tiring day, in the best way possible, but you are expecting it to be a long night too since it’s a private event and there are always stragglers that have no intention of leaving when someone else is footing the bill.

Walking into the bar, you begin to wonder who books a last minute party on the weekend but decide it doesn’t really matter. You had an amazing day with your amazing man and were getting paid double, so it was definitely a win/win, even if your thighs were more sore than you realized before you left your apartment.

Note to self, uber the next time you have an all day sexcapade. You start to giggle at the thought when you make your way to the back room and start rearranging the bar to your preference. .

”Finally! I was beginning to worry you were going to stand me up!” Gary yells as he makes his way over to you. “Are you kidding? You offered me a lot of money to be here, and I have student loans out the wazoo! This is the second best thing that's happened to me today.” you state, not bothering to look up as you are wiping down the bottles.

“And by the look of that stupid grin on your face, I’m going to assume a certain someone is the first?” he questions, but you just shake your head and smirk.

“When is the party supposed to arrive? Any special requests I need to know about?” you ask in an attempt to change the topic as quickly as possible.

“They will be here any minute now and you are the only one back here tonight, but it’s only 10-12 guests so you should be fine. But let me know if you need a cocktail server or bar back, I can’t spare both but I’ll pop in and help when I can” he smiles and turns back to the bar area of the bar.

You are digging for the better rocks glasses when you hear people enter the room and turn to smile at the arriving guests, only for your face to immediately fall.

“Are you kidding me Stark?!” you grit out. “I can’t get away from you for a damn day?” you ask.

“Oh, is this the bar you work at, behind my back? I had no idea” he states dripping in sarcasm. “HA!” you fake a laugh “so this is my payback for not telling you?” “No, actually, Birdman told me about the uniform and I had to see for myself” he says, eyeing you up and down.

“I have to say, you look different than I anticipated and a little hurt that we don’t get to see this side of you in the lab.” You shake your head and laugh at yourself, this wasn’t how you expected your night to go, but at least you knew your clients weren’t just a bunch of assholes.

These people were your friends, practically family since you started working for Stark. “So Tones, what can I get you? I don’t think we’ve ever drank together, so I honestly don’t know if you are a Scotch neat or martini kind of man”

“Well, a little birdie told me that this bar has cocktails named after me and my friends, so that’s why I’m here, I wanted to check them out!” he smiles and you realize he’s either testing your bar-tending skills to prove to you that you don’t need this other job or his curiosity is going to be boosting his ego, either way, tonight will be fun.

“We do have a few, here is the Avenger cocktail list.” you say handing him the list with a smirk, knowing you will be making all of these drinks by the end of the night.

“Well, since you’ve worked here so long, what do you recommend?” he replies while looking over the various drinks “and why am I not listed at the top? If it’s not in alphabetical order, it should at least be listed by best Avenger at the top”

“Well, it’s listed by most popular drink, so if you want something sweet, I would go for The Cap America, if you need something more of a punch try the Black Widow, if you want to get revved up but not remember much of your night you should go for the Hulk. The Iron Man is an acquired taste, but it’s definitely worth a try, but most people don’t order a second one” just describing the drinks to him, you wonder if he thinks you are commenting on the drinks or the people behind them.

“Thor is pretty good if you want something simple, Hawkeye is both strong and sweet, Scarlet Witch is one of my personal favorites, along with the Bucky.” you stare at him with your hands resting on the bar top.

“Wait a damn minute! I am in this bar all the time and there’s no Falcon cocktail? What the hell Y/N?” Sam yells from behind Tony.

“I’m sorry, I don’t get to decide what goes on the menu, but I am working on creating your drink” you respond as sweetly as possible. “I’m just stuck on how to make a drink that people will enjoy, but is also a pain in the ass" you smirk as Sam realizes what you just said.

"I didn't know it was pick on Sam day, but I've had enough! Can I have a beer and tequila shots? I came here to have a good time and I feel attacked right now."

"Of course, whatever you want Sam" you say as you grab a mug and start to pour his favorite beer. Handing it to him with a smile, he leans in and pecks you on the cheek, “you’re lucky I love you enough to put up with your shit” he grumbles as he walks towards the tables.

After fixing all of the specialty drinks for everyone to try the signature cocktail you are certain that the night has just begun. You are wiping down the bar top when you look up to see Bucky grinning at you, turning you realize Natasha is at the bar for another round.

“Same drink or would you like something else, Nat?” “Do you have any decent vodka or am I just wasting your time?” she asks with a laugh. “We actually carry Jewel of Russia, but that’s about as good as it gets, I’m sorry Tony dragged you out tonight just to torment me.” you mention while grabbing the bottle from the fridge and a handful of shot glasses.

“I was wondering what this last minute outing was all about, I figured it was Barnes trying to let you see him in a more relaxed state” she quips while trying to gauge your reaction.

“Bucky? Him and Sam are in here all the time, and I’m not sure why you think he would want me to see him relaxed…..” you reply while setting up a tray for the shots. Natasha grabs two before you can even fill more. “Well, I’ve never seen him gawk at a bartender, like he is tonight”

“I think you are reading into something that isn’t there, but why don’t I take this tray over and test your theory?” you say while grabbing the tray of shots and placing the bottle of vodka in an ice bucket.

Noticing that Bucky was watching most of your conversation you make sure to sway your hips a bit extra and set the tray down in front of the team.

“Alright gang, let me get some of these empties out of here and grab a couple more rounds for you. Any special requests?” you smile around the group seated in the overstuffed chairs and couches.

“Hey Buck, anything you want to ask Y/N for?” Natasha says with a sweet tone. “Like a date maybe?” she adds just as Bucky was about to ask for a drink. You chuckle slightly look over at Bucky who seems to be a bit in shock.

“Uh, nah, I don’t think I’m Y/N’s type” Bucky says attempting to brush off Nat’s comment and not draw more attention to the conversation. With the glasses gathered in your hands, you start to head back to the bar before responding ‘yea, tall, dark and handsome isn’t my type” you smirk as you walk away.

Immediately the entire crew is carrying on like a bunch of teenagers and egging Bucky on to follow you to the bar. You are starting to pour a few pints when Bucky clears his throat to gain your attention.

“So you think I’m tall, dark and handsome, huh?” he almost whispers. “Well, that’s the PG version of what I think about you, didn’t want to get you into any trouble with your roommates. Are you coming back over when this little party is over?” you ask with a smirk.

“Oh, you know I am, I owe you a couple more orgasms today. As long as I get to help you out of that sexy uniform.”

#avengers x reader #bucky barns x reader #marvel fanfiction #reader insert #avengers fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #sam wilson #tony stark #natasha romanoff #avengers reader insert #marvel reader insert

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youshouldhavepaidattentiondad · 5 years ago

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In a Hurry and Don't Know Why

Ao3

Gary Goldstein is a simple man. He likes historical documentaries, his cat, and coffee. The last one is what brings him into Beanie’s every day for a café au lait and a butter croissant before he heads to the firm. He sits at the same table, watching the traffic out on the road and listening to random strangers’ orders while he enjoys his coffee and pastry. It’s a nice escape from the bustle of the world of law and order.

One morning, he hears an order that chills him to the bone.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, can I get a grande caramel frappe in a venti cup, with ten pumps of hazelnut, three shots of espresso, no caramel drizzle, with whip on top.”

Gary turns slowly in his seat, half expecting that deep voice to belong to a teenage girl with a scrunchie on her wrist based on that order. Instead, he sees a man with a beard and shoulder length hair, wearing a tan trench coat that goes to his knees.

The man turns to wait on his order, catching Gary staring at him. “You got a problem, Goldstein?”

“How do you know my name?” Gary asks on impulse.

“Really?” The man scoffs before reciting in a mocking voice, “Gary Goldstein, attorney at law: Representing your best interests.”

Gary feels himself flush at the sound of his own ad campaign being thrown back at him. “Oh… right.”

The man rolls his eyes before turning away to wait for his coffee. Gary tries to go back to watching traffic, but finds himself glancing back over at the man. He finally gets his coffee and hurries out of the shop.

The next time Gary sees the man from before, it’s raining. Gary has a black umbrella that matches his suit. He’s walking down the street to Beanie’s when he sees the man with the complicated order huddled under an awning. He’s looking to the sky, as if looking for any sign of a break in the rain.

Feeling generous, Gary walks over to him. “Going to Beanie’s?” he asks.

The man glares at him, his wet hair framing his face. “What’s it to you?”

Gary tilts his umbrella, creating the space for the man to join him underneath it. “Do you want to walk with me? You could wait out the rain there,” he suggests.

The man clenches his jaw before nodding. “Only because I’m in a hurry,” he warns as he steps under the umbrella with Gary.

They walk to Beanie’s in an almost suffocating silence. As soon as they make it to the door, the man bolts inside, away from Gary. Gary takes him time shaking the rainwater off his umbrella before following him inside.

It’s been a week since Gary’s seen the man in a hurry, as he’s starting affectionately referring to him as in his head. Gary’s been booked with consultations, trying to decide which cases he’s going to take or not.

When he finally gets to go back to Beanie’s, the man in a hurry is already in line, playing on his phone while his foot taps impatiently. He glances up when Gary walks in before doing a double take. He glances at the few people in front of him before abandoning his spot to stand by Gary. He doesn’t say anything, just continues to play on his phone.

Gary is confused. “Hey,” he greets, only to get a distracted nod in return. He tries again, “You know my name. What’s yours?” He really doesn’t expect a response, maybe a glare or an eyeroll.

“Jeremiah. I go by Miah,” come the absent response. Miah still doesn’t look at him, but Gary feels like this is progress.

Once Miah gets his sugar bomb of a drink, he’s headed out the door. That hasn’t changed at least.

One day, Gary finds himself standing in line next to Miah again. “So what do you do for work, Miah?” he asks curiously, “It must be important, you’re always in such a hurry.”

Miah sighs, still not looking up from his phone. “I’m the receptionist for Dr. Williams at the Starlite Dental Clinic,” he answers, “It’s a very fast paced job.”

“I’m surprised you work at a dentist’s office with all the sugar you seem to take in,” Gary comments jokingly.

For the first time, he sees a hint of a smile on Miah’s face as he shrugs. “A bitch has needs.” He turns away to place his order and Gary feels like progress has been made, even if Miah is gone the second he gets his drink.

Today, Gary is in front of Miah in line. Today, Gary has a plan. He reaches the counter and smiles at Zoey. “Hey, can I get a café au lait for here and a grande caramel frappe in a venti cup, with ten pumps of hazelnut, three shots of espresso, no caramel drizzle, with whip on top to go?”

Zoey blinks in surprise, looking behind him to see Miah on his phone. “Oh!” she says, eyes lighting up with realization. “Yeah, of course!” She gives him the total and Gary happily pays before moving aside. Gary watches as Miah steps forward to order, only to be waved away by Zoey. “Your drink has already been ordered and paid for, sir,” she informs him happily.

“What?” Miah says, finally tearing his eyes away from his phone. “By who?” Zoey happily points to Gary, who waves. Miah moves to stand beside him, shifting awkwardly. “...thanks,” he says softly, not looking right at Gary. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to,” Gary says. When their drinks come up, he grabs Miah’s and hands it to him. “Have a good day at work.”

Miah stares at him for just a second too long before nodding. “Yeah. You too.” He grins, flashing a perfect smile at Gary before rushing off.

Gary’s sitting at his normal table, sipping on his café au lait and staring out of the window at the morning traffic of Hatchetfield. He hears Miah ordering his coffee and smiles. He turns to wave, surprised when Miah waves back.

A few minutes later, to his surprise, Miah’s sitting in front of him with a ‘for here’ glass.

“What,” Miah asks as he pulls his straw from its paper and slides it in his drink.

“Aren’t you… I dunno, normally in a hurry to get out of here?” Gary asks as he sits up a bit straighter.

Miah shrugs as he takes a sip of his drink. “I have time this morning.” He props an elbow on the table before resting his chin in his hand. “I’ll have even more time this afternoon, if you’re free.”

Gary feels himself blush. “Are you asking me on a date?”

“That depends. Are you going to say yes?” Miah looks at him expectantly, maybe even a little bit nervously.

“I- Obviously I’m going to say yes,” Gary answers with a soft laugh. “I just never expected someone who was always in such a hurry to slow down for me.”

Miah grins and Gary feels his heart skip. Who knows what this could become. All Gary knows is Miah took time for him and that was a hell of a first step.

#5+1 fic #five times miah was in a hurry #and the one time he wasn't #attorney in a hurry #jeremiah brightly #miah #man in a hurry #gary goldstein #black friday #fic #starkid

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