#clearly that should have been with the manger too

[lebanesetoaster]

To everyone experiencing a painful loss tonight. Sending love, comfort, and strength.

To anyone in the darkness, please believe there is light ahead. I know you may not see it right now, but it will find its way back to you. Darkness is like the tide. It comes and it goes. And it will go. Just give it time.

[kolour-me-kourt]

Chapter Four:Emotional Rollercoaster

It was the day before YN would be going to NYC to see Melo play against the Knicks. She was super excited cause it had been a while since she's been in New York. She had already packed because she knew she had a long day today and wouldn't have enough energy to do it once she got home. When she got in she had all intentions on calling Melo because today she got a dm from his girl. But Asia's words were sticking with her LBG was strategic so YN had to be smart about this.

She pulled into her parking spot and then went and checked her mailbox. Going straight into her home she sees a box that looks like it's for textbooks which made her curious cause she hadn't ordered anything. She gets to her table sitting down and opening the box it had a Manila folder that had a label on the front that read "Confidential" wtf is this shit she pulls out the stack of papers and at the very top she finally saw what it was. Melo had sent her

A non-disclosure agreement aka NDA. She instantly became upset because why would he do this out of the blue she of course FaceTimed him cause she knows he's already in New York.

"Yooooo" "um wtf is this" she flipped the camera "just a little nda nothing major" she squinted her eyes trying to find something to say she flipped the camera back to her face. "What are you doing" " I was just on Twitter scrolling through.... what are you doing?" "You didn't think to tell me that you were sending me a NDA? You just sent it in the mail expecting me to sign it and shut up?" "Sign it or don't like I said it's not a big deal" He was quickly becoming annoyed with her aggression "so why send it?" "JJ just trying to protect me I know you well enough to know even if this goes to hell you wouldn't say no shit to ruin my career or my image so like I said sign it or dont" " well I don't want too" " well don't YN" she pouts he smiled

"what's the problem now" "why you didn't give me a heads up that JJ knew" "he my manger he knows a lot I didn't think it would matter" "I don't pay you to think" She jokes to put herself in a better mood but it really doesn't work "when you going to the airport" YN shrugs "I don't know.... I might come I might go I don't know" she smiles quoting Drake "I know you not that mad" "I'm just playing Nigga I'm gonna go in like two hours" "meaning you should get here when" "my flight supposed to leave at 2 so I should be there around 4 ish" "oh okay you gotta stop by here to get your key I checked in since I knew you were gonna come in hella early" she smiled "thank you that was sweet.... You just wanna see me?" "Mhmmm but you already knew that" 

"should I bring my NDA" "YN stop playing damn!" "I'm just askingggg.... Should I sign it daddy would that make you feel better" "oh I see what this is" he smirked "Hm? What is it?" "You want me to fuck yo shit up as soon as you get here you like when I talk to you crazy" "not true" "show me your pussy right now and if you not wet I'll believe you" YN rolled her eyes "should I bring it or nah?" "Show me.... Right now" she stands up pulling her bottoms down and then her panties. She sits back in her chair grabbing her phone spreading her legs and showing him. "Stick your fingers inside" he sounded hoarse just from watching her she licked two of her fingers and then slowly inserted them in herself the noises gave her away she clearly was soaking. "Yeah that's what I thought" she stops and props the phone back up sucking her fingers.

"maybe I was already wet" "nah only I get you like that" "how you know" "cause I know .... You telling me I'm not" "I get myself pretty wet" "😒 you just make sure you on that plane" "or what?" "Trust me you wanna see me" "oooou cause why?" "I'm just saying you wanna get on that plane and come see daddy" she bit her lip

"all this bs through me off I had something to tell you" "what happened?" "I woke up to a dm this morning" he looked at her concerned "okay from who?" YN shared her screen going to her dms  and to Melos surprise he found his girlfriend deep in his side chicks dms .... Asking for a one on one session saying Melo can just watch or she can watch them have sex or a threesome with all of them. Melo laughed "I need to know how many people she's done this with" he sounded so annoyed but tried to hide it with laughter and jokes YN rolled her eyes

"so y'all out here have threesomes with random people?" "We haven't had a threesome since I been fucking you and she ain't been fuckin nobody else I promise" YN rolled her eyes "whatever still seems fishy" "is that something you would do though?" "The minute she sees us fucking she would know we been fuckin you know my body too well ....." he bit his lip "I'm saying if we never would've .... Fucked would you do a threesome with us?" "No I'm not into sharing dick right in my face" He laughed "oh okay that makes sense" "you don't seem sure"

"Ijs my girl really like to eat pussy" "better than you?" "She wouldn't eat yours better than me cause I'm addicted to that taste" he was getting turned on by the mere thought of YN being pleased. YN watched him get turned on which made her turned on slightly too. "Yeah and I only want you tasting it" "I wanna be the only one tasting it" "lameloooo" YN whined wanting to change the subject "go there with me for a second ..... me you and another girl.... Both of us pleasing you and you just laying there receiving it all... sounds good?" "With you explaining it ... the way you're looking at me but... expectation vs reality is a real thing" "mmm you right" "like always" YN rubbed down her body slowly and took a deep breath "That really turned you on?" she nods her head "yeah it really did well let me go get myself together I'll see you in four hours sir" "mhmm bye lil mama" "byeeee"

                   * in nyc at Melos room*

"We been doing this for like six months now .... And you Never told me what's your biggest fantasy" they were laying in bed as Melo tried to pry into her deepest dirtiest thoughts

"I'm not into all that ...." "You gotta have one .... Fucking outside? Being watched what is it" "you like to be watched?" YN instantly became intrigued "I like the idea somebody could be watching that's how I perform anyway" "that's your ego" "maybe ... so tell me one you have" she bit her lip. "I haven't tried it but I'm curious to try...." "Alright tell me" "I like the idea of .... Getting caught? Like while having sex somebody walks in or having sex somewhere I shouldn't be having sex and people hear me" Melo just stared at her making her nervous

"what?" She pouted he smiled "you was sitting on that like it was some wild shit" she rolled her eyes "regardless it's some shit I can't do with you so" "why not?" "You not mineeeeeeee" "I am though" "ahhht ahht don't do that" she laughed "okay we in New York I am yours so what?" She smiled "you right you right" "are you coming to New Orleans and Dallas?" "No I gotta get back to the office tomorrow but I think the next game I can go to is Boston" "ooooh okay" "what?" "You just never told me no out of all this time" " I have meetings and potential clients I can't run around the country with you as much as I would love too" she kissed his cheek "make it up to me then" "mmmm no"she laughs he kisses her anyway climbing on top of her.

"Why'd you wanna talk fantasies?" She moans as his fingers slowly enter her. "Just to see where your head was... after last night" "should I respond to her?" His finger curled upwards "unless you want her to eat your pussy it's kinda pointless" YN just moaned which made him pull away while still staring in her eyes. "You want her to eat your pussy?" He looks her up and down "No why you asking" "cause you ain't respond earlier" "you want her to eat my pussy?" "It'll be nice to watch" he kissed her lips again being honest making her moan louder.

"Would you be mad if I let her do it and you weren't around" "trust me she want me around for that" "idk you assuming she lie to you all the time" he pulled away sensing her mood change "does she?" "I meannnn she lied to you twice that we know of when we all went out with Lorenzo" "we ain't do shit with that nigga you was out with that nigga" "regardless you know what I'm talking about...., tf?" "don't even say that Nigga name to me" "he ain't do shit to you.... Fuck is you acting like that for" "he wanted you he probably still want you and he touched you that's enough"

"it's crazy how you get so possessive over me like you don't have a whole bitch" "it's crazy how you get possessive over me like you didn't know I had a whole bitch" "oh wowww" "I'm just saying you mad at her calling her a liar for what?" "Ight ima head out since you wanna be simple I called her a liar cause she be lying! Tf?" "nah stop running talk to me you catching feelings?" "And if I was?" He sighed "that mean you are" "you wish" "nah I actually don't it make shit harder on me!" "what happened to this basically being another relationship for you... or was that just cute to say?" He licked his lips

"nah I meant that" "okay so if I have feelings they valid right?" "YN why we gotta do this right now it's been a couple days since I seen you and it's about to be longer after this night you stressing for what" "who tf stressing!!" "yo chill out" "who tf you talking to?!" "YN We the only two in here" he said calmly she rolled her eyes "ight" "so what?" "nothing at all I'm not doing this with you... I don't have feelings but I see me going down that path and I'm not even playing with you...." "When I said you basically another relationship it's because I like you alot ... I can chill with you and be completely open... but I wasn't talking about making you a second girlfriend or nothing like that" "yeah I get it" "so what's the problem right now"

"from the nda to your girl.... My mood is just fucked up im not even feeling like we YN and Lamelo I feel like I'm not who I usually am around you I'm too emotional maybe it's cause I've been running around busy maybe it's because it's so early in the morning and I'm fresh off a plane idk but Uh yeah" "maybe it's cause you have feelings" "I don't though" "well what's gonna make you feel better in this situation? You want some dick? You want some food? You wanna sleep? All of the above?" She smiled for the first time in ten minutes not saying anything he knew he had her

"what do you want?" She said softly "I wanna eat" "then we can get food" "that's not what I'm trying to eat" "I fell right into that one huh" "yeah you really did" "so now what?" "I follow your lead you tell me" she bit her lip thinking then she took her shorts off and she walked closer to him "well first. ...... I would like to apologize for being so mouthy.... You told me about that" she gets on her knees "secondly? You gon Use your mouth for good?" She licked her lips nodding her head "uh huh" slowly she pulled his pants down watching his dick spring to life. "You realize this not always gon be an apology" she slowly leaked spit onto his dick getting it wet and then licking her lips. "Why not?" He gathers her hair as her lips go around his tip.

"Cause" she puts more of him in her mouth as she begins to stroke and work her tongue in her mouth. "Fuck" he groaned staring at her watching he every move she spits and then pulls away slowly "cause fuck? I don't get it" she smirked taking her shirt and off and then placing her mouth back on him quickly taking him deeply until she gagged.

He holds her head there thrusting his hips mostly to teach her a lesson "It's not gon always be apology if what you're doing keeps getting worse" she lightly taps his thighs so he lets go of his grip on her head and she slowly pulls off taking a sharp inhale she starts to stroke him again that simple transaction of power made her want him so bad.

"anything I've done has been a basic reaction" she takes her bra off he leans down kissing her forehead "come on" he helps her up and then guided her to the bed he realized he wouldn't get what he want fully by her giving her head it was time to get into some action "how you want me?" She asked softly "Ass in the air"she gets on the bed arching her back and sticking her ass up in the air spreading her legs a little bit. She noticed he took a step back striping himself. She took the liberty of inserting two fingers inside of her while she was waiting.

Suddenly she felt him grab her hands as he started licking her center she shivered. "Mmmmmm this is new you do it so well" she moaned he groaned into her folds. "You like me holding your arms like this?" "yesss" "yeah I knew you would freaky ass" she moaned loudly not being able to move  fully while his tongue and lips pleased her center just turned her on more She started to move her hips up and down against his lips and tongue until she came. He continued to lick her and then He kissed her body standing up. Tracing her entrance with his dick

"you want me?" She pushed her hips back "you know I want you daddy" "beg for me" "mmm daddy please?" She moaned into the sheets "please what?" "Ahhhh Please fuck me" "look at me" YN turns around and Melo slides in watching her face. "Ughhhh" "what you say when Daddy give you what you want?" "Thank youuuu"

"yeah stop playing with me" "mmmmm how am I playing?" He grabs her hair roughly as his other hand stays firmly on her hips. "You better not fuckin run" he smacks her ass as her body shakes "don't cum either" "ouuuuu fuck" she pouts her walls starts to constrict he lets go of her hair and almost immediately her stomach hit the bed while keeping her ass in the air.

"If you gon be lazy you don't deserve this dick" YN shook with pleasure "mmm im not being lazy" "why you laying down" "Lamelo stop teasing Me" he smacks her ass again "I swear I'll pull out" she gathers herself quickly pushing herself up "ughhh" he was deeper than ever she started to slide down again. "Fuck you so wet" "I'm gonna cummmm" "No you not" "Lamelo ... please" "no what happened to that energy from earlier .... If you all about reactions I'm reacting too don't you fuckin cum"  he said aggressively going deeper with each word making her cum all of his dick as she moaned sorry in the sheets he pulls out when she no longer feels his presence behind her she turns around.

"Lamelo please stop" "I told you not to cum" "I said I'm sorry" she pouts he pushes her back on the bed spreading her legs sliding back In deeply "you ain't mean that shit though" she gasped as he continued talking "see I was right" "I'm sorryyyyy" she looked into his eyes pleading his thumb goes to her clit rubbing her "wanna make it up to me" she nods her head "mmmmhmmm" keep looking me in my eyes and don't cum until I say that's the only way ima forgive you" "okayyyy" he smirked while  his thumb continued to play with her clit as he dove deeper and her legs never stopped shaking from earlier

"you gon cum?" She hesitates "noooo" he smiled "good girl" "but I want too" she bats her eyelashes "yeah I bet" he rolls his eyes "you're mad at me" she whined "no I'm not" "yes you are I'm sorry about talking about her I won't do it no more" he smiled "can we not have this conversation right now" "baby I jus—" she cuts herself off as he goes deeper "Hm what you saying?" "No—nothing" she moans softly "good" "you close" "yessss" "Look me in my eyes and cum for me don't stop looking at me" his thumb went into overdrive while his hips gave the same exact pace

"ooooooohhhhh fuckkkk😭😭😭 daddy pleaseeeee" "hmmm what you begging for now?" "Ughhhh I— I—don't know I dont mmmmmm" "you feel good?" "Yessss" "cum for me .." he groaned and she looked in his eyes deeply releasing all over his dick and Melo came too inside of her pulling out slowly he finally exhaled and laid down beside her.

She gets up going to use the bathroom and clean herself up and then she gets him washcloth and wipes his body down. "Thank you baby" "mhmmm" she takes it back to the bathroom so housekeeping can get it later. "Come here" his voice was deep she straddled him. "Yes?" "If you had feelings for me you would tell me?" "I don't know if I'm being honest I probably wouldn't" "why not?" "Because I don't wanna stop" "so is this your way of telling me you do" "no cause I don't right now I promise" she stared into his eyes it felt sincere "just tell me what's going on in your head instead of keeping it all to yourself" she kisses his lips softly he adds tongue

"only thing in my head right now is how I want more of you" was she tired? Yeah of this conversation "thought you wanted to sleep" "not no more" he lifts her hips sliding her down on to his dick and then spanking her ass. "You doing all the work then" she slowly start to move her hips up and down moaning softly. "Damn baby" he groaned when he felt her squeeze him as she moved up and down slowly "it feels good for you?"  He smiled "yeah don't stop" he wasn't lying but at the same time he low key wanted to test her to see how long she would last when she was in control. He could tell she was waiting for him to take over.

She grabs his hand placing them on her ass and then she puts her hands back on his chest bouncing slowly as it started to really feel good her head was thrown back moaning his name like she had never had dick before. He slaps her ass "mmmm harder" he lifted and eyebrow but did it again he felt her legs tremble "please?" She said softly he keeps one hand on his ass and other one rubs from her back to her Breast down to her clit making her almost fall over "please what?" He asked deeply she whined "harder?" He slaps her ass again while rubbing her clit when she got right to her breaking point he lifts her up thrusting up words making her lose it completely.

Something about her riding was just so damn intense for them both probably cause she doesn't do it often. "Please don't stop please I'm gonna cum pleaseee" she was a whining moaning mess he loved it. He hadn't got her to this point ever but it seemed like she might cry because it felt so good. All he wanted to do is hold on tight to her thrust his hips and groan while watching her lose her mind and let down the guard that she had up the whole morning.

Finally she released all over his dick he watched the cream paint his dick he didn't stop movements until he heard her say "okay ... okay" she shook whining he puts her back down resting on his hips and just as she gets comfortable he flips her over. "Mmm" she moaned because he was still inside her "I know you not tired?" She laughed "I am though" "you want me to stop?" "Nooo" "you feel so good right now" her nails dig into his back  "damn you gon make me miss you" "shhhhh don't say that" and it was in that moment shit started to click in his mind he pulls out standing up and looking down at her.

"Did I miss something? Or do something?" She asked completely confused "you have no intentions on coming to Boston this is your last time..." Melo said he sounded angry but he really was just disappointed "I never said that" "but that's how we fuckin.... So tell me the truth" "just come back over here" "tell me the truth" "I'm coming to Boston Melo I don't know what made you come to the conclusion that I wasn't but I am!" She got angry "oh..." she pouts "why would you say that? I would give you the benefit of telling you I was done when I'm done and right now I don't feel like being done so come back over here so you can finish... please?" She smiled he came back over yanking her lower half to the edge of the bed and going deep.

"You know I got trust issues" he looked deep in her eyes  "it's okay...."  Her eyes fluttered close "don't leave without telling me ... promise?" She had never really saw this side of him it was vulnerable side she was enjoying it. He rubbed her clit slowly making her gasp "promise me" "I promise" her legs wrapped around him tightly as he got closer and closer "cum with me?" He asks she nods her head too tired to say words he's too tired to make her say it.

"Mmmmm ahhh" she lets out a quiet moan when she feels him pulsing inside of her which makes her cum. "Fuck" he said softly pulling out cumming in the sheets she shook when she no longer felt him Inside of her. He looked down at her "wow .... You so damn beautiful" he kisses down her body attaching his lips to her clit. "Ahhhhh" her hand pushed his head slightly he just brings her closer. "Mmmmmmmmm" why did he think she would ever just leave him alone ... that doesn't even make sense. When he had enough he came back up laying down and kissing her lips. She gave it five minutes before she started speaking again.

"So now that we're calmed down can I ask you something" he sighed "yeah" "you trust me enough to not out you or expose you you trust me enough to not make me sign a nda but you don't trust me enough to leave without saying bye?"

"Can we not have this conversation" "I guess" he glanced at her seeing her frustration "idk why.... I get it doesn't make sense but I don't understand it but yeah I feel like at some point you will just ghost me"  "okay and I promise to tell you ... if I'm gonna leave" "thank you" "mhmm" "so what's the moves" "I leave tonight so that's up to you mr." He laughed

"mmmm I think we should go to sleep and then order some food and watch movies" he pulls her closer rubbing her ass "you wasted money on a hotel I feel bad" "just the deposit it's fine... stay with me" "okay I'm staying" she cuddled closer to him "you feel like moving yet" "depends on the reason?" She glances up

"I got you another gift but I don't feel like getting up" "mmm you can just tell me what it is if it's not big" "I don't wanna do that either cause .... It's gon sound bad let me get up" she laughed as he gathered all his strength to get up going to the closet he pulled out a box bringing it over to her. She smiled grabbing it. "It's heavy" he laughed "a little bit" she opens the box finally. "Awww Melo this is cute"

" it's supposed to be aromatherapy ... I know you like that shit so to make up for the other stuff I got you these it's a bigger box waiting for you at home but I figured you didn't wanna get on a plane with a big ole box" she laughed "you were right" she opens them smelling each one. "Wanna smell?" She asked lifting the first one he grabs it gently from her. "Oh that smells good better than I thought it would" she laughed "thank you" "you're welcome"

she closes the box back up and he takes it placing it on the table and come back and lays down. "Feels good to relax" YN says completely content. "Yeah we been going through it" he laughed slightly "it's just emotions .... Maybe we shouldn't care so much" "we past all that though" "yeah.... And I guess if I didn't like you I wouldn't fuck you" "and what's wrong with liking?" She smiles "nothing at all"

Whew Chile the deniallllll 🥱😂😂😂 anyway I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter

Next chapter is Boston ... and we know what happens in Boston

[delicatefaee]

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Guys, i’m so close to ending it all, I’ve recently got accepted into cosmetology school but I’ve got to pay it all off myself. To do that I needed a better job so I quit my retail job and have started working at a restaurant, I was warned that waitresses get hit on, but I assumed it wouldn’t be too often since i’m 18 and look clearly my age. But I was so wrong. I started on the 7th of September and it’s the 22 and I’ve already got so many stories. I’ve gotta report one of my co-workers already.

- day (2) the co-worker they left in charge of training me the day before, told my co-workers he had plans on hitting on me and asking me out cause he thought I was cute.

- day (4) I met a cook I had never spoken with and he casually flirted with me saying “who’s the cute new girl?”

- day (5) a wrinkly old guy asked who I was since he was a regular and didn’t recognize me. He said “well you’re a real cute one I can tell you’ll be one of my favorites” and hugged me??? Like out of nowhere. Then I led him to his table and he said “i’ll move my chair like this so I can watch you work” and winked at me. Then I was cleaning tables around him, and he asked me to clean a table that was fully cleaned and he goes “make sure you bend over when you clean it.” He also was sure to hug me when he was getting ready to leave.

- day (10) some guy came in finally someone my age, and was asking about the prize we had for the coloring contest I told him I didn’t know cause I was new. And he was like “huh feels like, something they should tell you on the first day” then on the computer right by the entrance my name is shown on a tab right before you order to-go food. He saw it and asked if it was my name to which I told him it was and he goes “they sure got you on the menu fast, I guess it’s cause they knew you’d be a hit”

- day (11) two drunks cornered me and were asking me so many questions about myself and kept being like “come party with us pleaseeee” and then I’d proceed to ignore them to do my job. And i’d go to put the bar cups in the strainer where they go which was right where they were sitting and they’d lean on me and go “heyyy get outta my space cutie” and one of them tried to get me to follow him to his car in which I got my manger to come and deal with.

- day (13) a doordash guy came in and I was helping him with his order and he goes “your so soft spoken compared to others here, it’s charming” and I was like “oh thank you” and he was like “I think i’m gonna start to really like you” and kept trying to talk to me when I just wanted him to take the order and go.

- day (14) my co-worker who’s definitely older then me, asked my age. After I told him he told me I was incredibly cute. I said thanks thinking he was just being friendly cause he had been pretty friendly up till that point and always said “Hi” to me whenever I entered the kitchen. Cause he’s a chef and is always back there. But then as I was leaving he goes “you know I think i’ve fallen for you tonight” I was “uh okay—“ and left.

- day (15) today. The same guy asked me to meet him by the fridge in the corner, I did and he told me there was something about me that stood out to him and that I was super cute. I thanked him again and for the whole rest of the night whenever I made eye contact he’d wink, smile, or tell me i’m cute. He then proceeded to tell our co-workers that he was planning on making me “his” and as I walked by him he goes “thats MY girl-“ than whenever he’d yell at my co-workers he’d come up to me and go “you know i’m not usually mean”

But i’m in the best relationship of my damn life. And i’m young. I’m not interested in any of these people and I never will be. It’s driving me up the wall and making me so uncomfortable. If anybody has any tips on how to get it to stop lemme know. And if you wanna hear more stories lemme know! I’ll let you guys know as they happen.

Some people would take it as a compliment I personally feel insulted cause none of these people know me. Which is just proof all they like is my face. Instead of a “hey I wanna date you, get to know you, take you on dates” etc what I feel like when they act like that is “I wanna have s*x with you.” Which is so disgusting. My boyfriend about to come in and beat up these people.

[zumpietoo]

Gee, Snorty....that IS petty, but not “delightfully” so....just snidely, juvenilely and pathetically soo....seriously, that embodies “dog in the manger”......

And, LBR, the reason is supremely simple (and immature) selfish, “If I can’t get my way, nobody can”, etc....

And, again, I hate Barfie, I’m quite confident they won’t be endgame....but I’m similarly confident Jabi will be....and Jizzy definitely won’t be....

Ummm.....so, again, you actually have no issue with Jabi, even think we’re fine, etc....buuuut....you still want them split because it would piss off Barfies? Who we hate, too? Gross.

Also, not like they’re Jughead fans or ever were.....they, like you in shipping VD, only support it cuz they think if the person is “taken care of” and ignore that still doesn’t remotely guarantee their ship.....

No, dude, even with the trailer flipping them off, all you Jizzy/VD stans have been completely delusional and endlessly insisting you’d get your way.....oh when you are screaming raged fueled rants at RAS. etc....

Bottom line: Barfies are assholes, so are you. But at least Barfies do currently have a canon ship. You do not and never will again....

Oh good lord, again, “save the writing”----dude, it’s a fucking goofy TeeVee show, in its final season. Irrelevant....and completely incorrect. Actually, that isn’t remotely Barfie, nor is either “safe”, considering what they actually are together are icky, fascist elitists....

Jug doesn’t “use”Tabitha, the entire reason they work is because she actually gets him and loves him....and doesn’t take credit for his accomplishments or him for granted. And you could maybe argue this was Tabs in mid season five (tho I’d moar say she simply saw in him what he really was and looked past the booze, inspiring him to become that person again)....and NONE of these things are remotely bad things, anyway....or, actually, “safe”. Jizzy, in fact, were toxic and her “love” nearly destroyed him.

Being your best selves isn’t the “safe” choice, it’s the positive choice....

Sense to YOU, a biased shipper who seems to not actually watch the show....

A) Douchie doesn’t have a “hero complex”, he’s a dick who likes attention/again, credit for the accomplishments of others (it’s actually something he shares with Slizzy)....and, again, a fascist thug.

B) Slizzy seemingly has and has moved past that. Also, turns out her “darkness” is a combo of sexual impulsivity and, again, a fascist, jackbooted thug.

C) Jug’s already “grappled” with that.....Slizzy’s and Douchie’s betrayal was why and he’s been clean and sober for quite some time. Part of what helped was somebody actually caring about him and putting him first for once.

D) Tabi has that, as well....and her plot was never, exclusively about being Jughead’s GF.....tho, at least you’re a Slizzystan who actually admits that was why Erinn was cast. However, the one defining her thusly is your racist ass.

Ummm....this is YOUR version and what you’re saying is, “anything but my fanfic”, which is bullshit....and typical GG bullshit at that.

And, again, you clearly don’t actually watch, noobie sock....

Ummm.....

Love how you’re not only a stupid, lying, noobie sock, STILL, Snorty....buuutttm you’re, once again, a disgustingly racist one. At least your juvenile anon is only somewhat so, versus your raging version....

Also....

Ummm....no, they aren’t....other than the actors want to work again. And only Cole’s being classy about shit, per usual. And you’ve already been outed as a Cole hater (and hating Erinn, cuz racist cuntbag)----also, then that should apply to the showrunners, even if you disagree....and, maybe accept you aren’t getting your fucking way.

[youaintnothinbuta]

i'll give you a cookie if you write something where reader is a budding singer and falls in love with elvis the pelvis and everyone, her family, manager, and even the media, are against their love because it would be terrible for her reputation, since she's the typical "good girl" (the kind who would sing here comes santa wearing a sweater) but then she tells everyone to fuck off and ends up with elvis

elvis - elvis the pelvis

Summary: ^^

Pairing: elvis or austin!elvis x fem!reader

Word count: 2500

Warnings: fluff, swearing

MASTERLIST

A/N: hope you like!! Sorry if it’s a bit long, loved the idea and couldn’t help myself <3

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“So, what did you think?” You asked, after giving your manager a look at a couple new songs you’d written, as your small team was working on producing your first ever full album, so far you’d only release singles and EPs, but with some new traction, you finally had a (barely) big enough audience to support releasing an album.

“Honey, all you’ve written about here— I mean, how many times can you sing about blue eyes and a deep voice, darlin’, they’re all clearly about Elvis.”

“Well, so what if they are? You always say writing lyrics from personal experience makes them so much more meaningful. Besides, he said he’d help me write some! Those ones won’t be about him.” You argued.

“Y/N, listen to me, you don’t have personal experience with him, I’ve been in the business a long time, I know he said he’d help ya, but honey, he’s only sayin’ that to be nice. And I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but he’s not looking’ for love, he doesn’t care. He’s got money, he can have anything he wants, don’t waste your time on chasin’ him like a helpless teenage girl.”

“It’s not like that! We talked the other day, I ran into him in—“

“Y/N I’m not going to argue with you like a child. He doesn’t even know your name, he sure as hell doesn’t know any of your songs and he’s only going to hurt you.” Your manger raised his voice, it was clear to you the argument wasn’t going anywhere.

“I see. Thank you.” You stated, leaving the papers with him and leaving the studio, driving to your parents house, as your whole family was going to have dinner together.

“Mama, he humiliated me, yelled at me in front of everyone.” You complained about your manager, whilst helping her with dinner preparations.

“I do want to support you, Y/N, of course, you’re my baby, but my job as your mama is to look out for you, I really don’t think you should be trying your luck with a young man deemed ‘the pelvis’, it’s nasty.”

You sighed. “Mama I—“

“Are you still going on about this?” Your older brother walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. “I’m not gonna have my little sister be seen foolin’ around with a man wearing eyeliner and shakin’ his hips around on tv, pretendin’ it’s entertainment.” He continued.

“None of you are listening to me.” You smacked your hand down on the counter, getting the attention of your family. “I know I’m not as big as he is, but I still know what it’s like to perform and we’ve all heard his interviews, if he believes he’s not doing anything wrong why shouldn’t the rest of us?” You tried your best to plead your case with your family.

“No, honey, you’re missing the point.” Your mama spoke. “We’re not just thinkin’ about your personal life, your career, it’s just takin’ off, you’re so close to havin’ a big break especially with a new album and being seen with him, it’d ruin that for you.”

“Wha— how?” You asked, jaw dropped at such a claim.

“God sake, do we gotta spell everything out for you? He’s filthy, Y/N, an out of control young man with too much money, makin’ a fool of himself on national TV, and you— you have such a nice, sweet, family style, you know, a real good girl reputation. If that gets ruined, you got nothin’. We’re just looking out for you.” Your brother added.

“You know what, just forget it, I’m not that hungry. I’ll see y’all another time, I’m going home.” You walked out of your parents home and to your car, driving off, home, to be alone.

How dare they? They got no idea. God, why do they have to say such things.

These thoughts amongst others flew through your head the whole drive home. They hadn’t realised how much they’d offended you, they didn’t even think what they were saying was so offensive, but the truth was, you and Elvis knew each other better than you let on. You see, you’d run into him, once, at a show, you were the smaller act going on before him, and you’d got to chatting a bit backstage and he was just the kindest, most sincere person you’d ever met. The pair of you kept in contact, often calling each other a couple times a week.

You decided to give Elvis a ring, besides, no one else would understand the whole reputation and media thing quite the way he would. You sat on your bedside, phone to your ear, waiting for him to pick up.

“Hey, Elvis, it’s me.” You spoke.

“Oh, hi, honey, how are ya?” He asked.

“Uh, not too good, ‘f I’m honest. Mama, papa, my brother, my manager, even folks at the recording studio, everyone’s puttin’ so much pressure on me to keep this good girl reputation up, and I’m not saying I wanna be actin’ out or anything, but I just wanna be live my life. They say I’m tossin’ my career out before it’s even started.”

“Oh, honey, trust me, I know, I know exactly what you mean. Say, you had dinner yet tonight?” He asked.

“No, have you?”

“No, would you like me to come get ya, we’ll go get some dinner and talk about this?”

“Oh, I’d love that, so much. Are you sure?” You cheered, trying not to sound to excited.

Elvis chuckled at your excitement, “I’m sure, but I gotta warn you, it’s getting hard for me to go anywhere without those camera’s followin’ me.”

“I’m sure I can manage.” You replied.

“Alright, well, put on something nice, I’ll come get ya now.” Elvis said, his keys jangling in his hands, before hanging up.

Yes. yes yes yes, this is exactly what you wanted. You wanted to be seen with him, you wanted photos, news stories, anything you could get. You didn’t want this for selfish reasons or to show off, you wanted this to happen, you wanted your family and everyone else around you to see it, you wanted whatever ‘awful reputation’ that was gonna come from you being seen with Elvis, just to get it over and done with, out the way, so you could carry on with your life.

About 20 minutes had passed, you’d been rushing around getting ready, there was a knock on your door, undoubtedly Elvis. You opened up for him, greeting him with a smile and a hug.

“Hey, pretty girl, you look nice.” He gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“Hi, Elvis. You look good too.” You smiled, stepping out your front door, locking it behind you. He offered his arm for you to take, walking you to his car. Elvis loved chatting, he loved talking about everything, anything that possibly crossed his mind. The little devil on your shoulder quietly whispered all the negative stuff people had said about him, while the little angel on your other shoulder told you not to listen to any of that. You really did believe actions spoke louder than words, and the fact that he offered to have dinner with you just so you could chat about what was on your mind was definitely boding well for him.

The pair of you pulled up to one of his favourite restaurants, a few gasps, double takes and camera flashes pointed your direction. You swallowed dryly, having second thoughts, as Elvis walked ‘round to open your door for you.

“If it gets too much, say the word and we leave, alright?” He said quietly, giving you a hand as you stepped out the car. You held his arm as more and more attention drew to him, him smiling for photos and saying hello to as many people as he could, leading you to the restaurant. Luckily, he’d predicted a gathering of people and called the restaurant ahead of time, letting them know he’d be coming, they seated you at a table in the corner, giving you some distance from the observant people around you.

The pair of you chatted, waiting for a waitress to come take your order. You explained to Elvis about how everyone is so concerned you’re about to throw away your just-now-blooming career, but if simply living is going to ‘destroy your reputation’ you’re not sure you wanted it. Elvis understood completely, he was a very good person to talk to, he gave you great advice, and told you he was always there for you, something you really needed to hear when it felt like everyone you thought loved you was against every decision you made.

A couple days later, you were back in the studio with your small team of people, working on this album. You sat down, pulling a book out of your bag, wanting to record a newly complete song that Elvis had helped you with, he even said he’d record one with you, if you wanted him to.

“What the hell is this?” Your manager slammed a newspaper down on the table in front of you, making you jump slightly.

“Elvis takes rising young artist Y/N /Y/L/N to his favourite restaurant for date night.” Was the caption of one of many images printed in this newspaper, of you and Elvis the other night.

“I—”

“—No. I work too damn hard for you, trying to make you into something, you know. And you deliberately ignore me, like I have no idea what I’m talking about! If I have to have this conversation again, I don’t think I can work for you anymore.” Your manager sighed, you figured it probably wasn’t the best idea to bring up a new song Elvis co-wrote.

The next day, you were with your family, sitting outside in your parents backyard together, enjoying the weather, having lunch, until your father joined the scene, bringing to you a similar, angry conversation to the one you’d had the day prior.

“You went on a date with him? Y/N?”

Your eyes just about rolled to the back of your skull, so sick of hearing this.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Do you know how many girls are going to despise you now? Because of this? Do you?” Your father continued, soon getting input from the rest of your family, you just sat there taking blow after blow, until you just about had enough.

“You know what?” You stood up from your chair, “You are my family, I’m supposed to be supported by you, but funnily enough, this entire time, the only person I’ve received any support from is Elvis himself. And yeah, I did go on a date with him, we’re going steady at the minute.”

You had no idea if you and Elvis were going steady, you knew there was something there, a little tension but, you needed some kind of counter argument.

“You’re going steady? With Elvis Presley?” Your sister burst out laughing, making your cheeks heat up.

“Yes, Y/S/N, I am. For god’s sake, just fuck off, all of you.” You left once again, this was becoming a recurring theme every time you tried to have a nice meal with your family.

You knew who you wanted needed to talk to: Elvis, of course.

Just ask him what’s going on between you, if he’s gonna hurt you, just get it over and done with. You conversed with yourself on the drive back to your own home, tearing up.

You rang him, trying your hardest not to break down in tears.

“Hello?” He picked up.

“Elvis, are we going steady? Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to start with that, I— uh, hi.” You sniffled.

“Are you crying?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything.”

“Honey, I’m sorry. Did I not make this clear enough? I like you, sweetheart, a lot, I thought we were going steady.”

“Oh, oh that’s good! I thought so too.” You cheered through your runny nose and damp cheeks, making him giggle.

“Can I see you?” He asked.

“Like, now?”

“Well, yeah, if that’s alright for you.”

“Yes, yeah, that would be wonderful, Elvis.” You smiled.

Within 30 minutes Elvis had come over, you brought him inside and upstairs to your bedroom, where you sat and came clean to him, about everything people had been saying about him and how he was no good for you.

“They all want me away from you, in fact, they didn’t even know we’re as close as we are.”

“Me? Wha— Wha— is it because of the whole pelvis thing, because I—“

“Elvis, I know you’re not doing anything wrong. It’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, Elvis the Pelvis, I mean. It’s just, I don’t know.”

“Tell me, darling, it’s okay, I’m sure I’ve been told worse.” He chuckled slightly, encouragingly, but in all truth, his heart was broken to know no one around you wanted you around him.

“They always go on about the— the dancing and the money and the girls and, and they think if I got close to you’d hurt me. They say you’re not the type of guy to look for love and I’d just be wastin’ my time.“

He gave you a look as if to say ‘go on.’

“They think you’re a bad influence on young people and that you’ll ruin my good girl reputation and, when you offered to help me with music, they said you were all talk and weren’t going to, really.”

“Oh, sweetheart, no, I— the press, fifty percent of what’s written about me is lies and the other fifty is half-truths. The girls— I don’t have any, well, except you. And, and I mean sure, I w’nt lookin’ for love but that don’t mean I didn’t find it. And I do mean it, I’d love to help you in any way I can.”

You just gulped shallowly, not knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry for putting you through this, I know how hard it is when it feels like everyone’s against you.” Elvis picked up your hands, holding them in his as he spoke.

“It’s not your fault, honestly, I just want to be with you.” You fiddled with his rings, dragging them up and down his fingers as you spoke.

He smiled, watching you play with his fingers, “I want that too.”

“Good, I told my family to fuck off because of you.” You laughed, weakly.

“Ain’t doin’ me any favours, are ya?” He stood up, making his way over to your turntable, picking a record from your collection and putting it on. He turned around, offering a hand to you, inviting you to dance with him. You wished the people around you could see this side of him, not the picture people painted of him, and how much of a gentleman he really was.

“By the way, I think my manager is going to drop me.” You laughed, making him stop in his tracks.

[queenshelby]

Fan with Benefits (Part One)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 1,058

Warning: None

Notes: As usual, this is fiction and has nothing to do with Cillian’s real life.

You’ve been working at the Dublin Art Gallery for the past five months in sales and acquisition and tonight was the opening night of the exhibition.

You were off duty and attended the gala with one of your best friends, Katherine, who loved modern art and abstract paintings just as much as you did.

As expected, the evening was busy and there were many celebrities around who attended the gala.

’It’s Cillian Murphy, right over there’ your friend Katherine eventually pointed out and, sure enough, when you looked over towards him, he noticed you too and smiled.

‘Oh my god, he just looks as good in real life’ you observed, cheeks flushing and it was obvious to you that he was still looking over towards you.

You tried hard to straighten up your short black dress and make a serious expression and perhaps even look somewhat elegant when you sipped on your glass of champagne, but your efforts were futile. As usual, you were rather clumsy, especially when you were wearing high heels.

‘He is still looking at you’ Katherine then pointed out and you glanced over again only just to look away from him quickly.

‘I am sure he is just looking at the painting behind me’ you said, looking at the rather abstract artwork in front of which you were standing.

‘He’s coming over’ Katherine then giggled, knowing how much you adored him in his movies and Peaky Blinders. Clearly, you were a little star struck by him.

Nervously, you watched him come closer and closer until he was standing directly in front of you.

‘I’ve been told that you work here’ he suddenly said to you as he stood right in front of you and Katherine and you couldn’t help but nod nervously.

‘Yes, but it’s my night off’ you shuddered while forcing out a smile.

‘I can see that’ Cillian chuckled. His smile was simply mesmerising.

‘You can?’ you asked, fidgeting as you did.

‘You are drinking champagne…a fair bit of it if I may add’ Cillian then pointed, causing you to bite your lip with embarrassment.

‘I might still be able to help you or, if you prefer, I can get Callum, my manger’ you then said nervously.

‘I am sure you will be able to’ he then winked before telling you that he was interested in purchasing one of the paintings.

‘Uhm, which one?’ you asked, looking around to ascertain what had caught his interest.

‘Common, I will show you’ Cillian suggested and, of course, you nodded and followed him.

When he showed you the painting, you weren’t really surprised. The piece was modern but yet elegant.

‘Well, I cannot sell the painting to you tonight, but I can take a deposit and mark it as sold and then you can finalise the deal when the exhibition concludes in six weeks’ you told him as you required authorisation from your boss.

‘That will do, thank you’ Cillian responded and you suggested that he follows you to the office so that you can take the deposit and fill out the purchase order.

***

After you sat down behind your desk, you typed up the particulars rather quickly which was difficult after the two glasses of champagne you had and due to the fact that Cillian’s presence made you rather nervous.

‘I need your phone number please’ you then said nervously, not wanting to sound like a stalker or total weirdo.  ‘Just so I can process the sale’ you then quickly explained as Cillian had raised one of his eyebrows at you.

‘Of course’ Cillian responded before reading out his mobile phone number for you.

‘What’s yours?’ he then asked suddenly, catching you by surprise.

‘Mine?’ you wondered.

‘Your phone number’ he chuckled.

‘Why?’ you asked.

‘In case I need to contact you about the sale. I would much rather deal with you directly as, the truth is, I don’t like Callum very much’ Cillian explained and it was very difficult for you to argue with him the way he looked at you.

‘Uhm, alright’ you said before reading out your mobile phone number and watching him type it into his phone.

‘Your name?’ he then asked, realising that you didn’t introduce yourself to him.

‘Y/N’ you said shyly, cheeks flushing red.

‘Well, it was nice to meet you Y/N’ Cillian said after finalising the particulars with you and paying the deposit.

***

When you returned to the gallery, Katherine was quick to ask you a million questions, wanting to know what Cillian was like, what said and even what he smelled like.

She was as obsessed with him as you were and wanted to know everything.

You both couldn’t help but watch Cillian for the rest of the evening and, surely, he must have noticed, glancing over towards you numerous times throughout the night until, suddenly, he was gone.

***

The following day, you received a phone call which was rather unexpectant.

‘Is that Y/N?’ a familiar voice asked.

‘Yes, who is this?’ you asked somewhat annoyed, thinking that this was yet another one of those telemarketing calls.

‘It’s Cillian’ the man then said and, when you didn’t respond, he added ‘Cillian Murphy’.

‘Uhm, right, hey…how can I help?’ you asked surprised.

‘Callum called me this morning and told me that I should have signed the purchase order. He said that he will make an exception for me and that I can simply sign it when I pick up the painting in six weeks when the exhibition ends. The problem is, I won’t be in Dublin then and my architect will pick it up for me. So, I want to get this purchase order signed in advance’ Cillian explained.

‘Of course, yes. I can make arrangements for that’ you told him.

‘Perhaps I can come to your place and sign? How does 7 o’clock tonight sound?’ Cillian then asked.

‘You want to come to my place? Why not the gallery?’ you asked somewhat confused.

‘Because I am in London and won’t get back until you close up for the day. What’s your address?’ Cillian explained.

‘Uhm, it’s Unit 6, 7 Lakeview Hill Road, Donnybrook’ you said nervously.

‘Can you text this to me?’ Cillian asked and, of course, you agreed and confirmed that you would see him at 7 o’clock at your apartment.

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[minyoongees]

comethru || myg

✧ pairing: manager!yoongi x worker!reader

✧ genre: slight angst? hurt/comfort, pathetic attempt at crack, barely there fluff

✧ word count: 2k

✧ summary: Yoongi saves you from heinous karens

✧ snip: "We have a coupon for a free meal at your restaurant and we demand you open it right now!!" this bitch—

✧ warnings: karens, oc gets all panicky, bubbling anxiety, rude af people, unhealthy relations with parents, unrequited love? (oc doesn’t really know)

This fic was genuinely fun to write! I know I did not do a very good job on this it’s lengthy with useless info but it just felt important. Let me know what you think of this!

Also, the title is inspired by Jeremy Zucker's comethru

As a new worker in a big restaurant, there are a few words one could dread to hear. For example, 'You're fired' sounds horrifying, gut wrenching, all your student loans flash before your eyes. It's scary, yes, but it's not as dreadful as the infamous —

"Can I see your manager?"

"Ma'am I already told you the restaurant opens at 11:30 am, and none of the staff arrives before 11, but I'd be happy to serve you at 11:30" you assured.

BANG!

One of the three ladies with a blonde bob cut hit at the door again.

"We don't talk to low class workers, call your manager!" Called out another from the group while the bangs continued. It was so loud you were almost afraid that they will tear this place down.

"Because of the unavailability of the manager, a low class worker is all you'll have to speak to for now," you spat, "but I'd be happiest if you don't speak to me at all"

Numerous loud gasps were heard. If the head chef heard you talking like this, you'll be out of the restaurant sooner than these karens can call your manager.

"HOW DARE YOU TALK LIKE THAT TO A CUSTOMER???"

"Ma'am since you have not walked into the restaurant yet, you are not our customer." you tried to explain, "The restaurant opens at 11:30 ma'am which is just in an hour and a half, I suggest you wait outside on one of the tables."

Even though it was kinda against the rules to sit on the tables unless you eat at the restaurant, but you desperately needed to get rid of the situation. The restaurant didn't even open yet, so what could be the big deal about them sitting on the benches outside. You were just hoping your manager would be understanding.

Anticipating another harsh string of words from them, the total silence that hit you surprised you. You pulled the blinds lower and peeked through them. The ladies were seated on the chairs outside, looking through their phones. Even though a bit shocked that they decided to do what you asked so easily, you didn't wanna jinx it. You thanked your lucky stars and moved on to getting the coffee machine started.

The day hasn't even started yet and the karens are here to disrupt the place already. Being the newbie, you have to come early to get this place started and on top of that, people like them are making it even harder. You clearly don't get paid enough for this.

Moving on to wiping all the tables, you were wishing that when your manger arrives, he'll understand the situation. To come to think of it, he's actually a good man and been nothing but nice to you since you joined here a month ago. He even covered up for you when you broke a plate. Another time he took the blame upon himself when you put a bit too much salt in of the dishes and a few people left unsatisfied. He's been sheltering you ever since you joined here and you've been enjoying this more than you should. Yet you still can't help but hope he handles it this time too and saves you from these heinous Karens.

brrring brrring brrring!!

The sounds catches you off guard not because of it's sudden penetration into the too good to be true silence, but because it shouldn't be ringing when it's the restaurant's hours closed. Nevertheless against your better judgement you pick it up and place the receiver between your ear and shoulder.

"Thanks for calling the Nile's! My name is y/n, how can I help you today?"

"We have a coupon for a free meal at your restaurant and we demand you open it right now!!"

this bitch—

"Ma'am as I explained already, the restaurant opens at 11:30 and if you walk in by then, I'll be happy to serve you and make use of your coupons too." Is it too early to quit?

"Am I talking to the manager?" she asked penetratingly.

"The manager is not here yet, but as soon as he arrives, I'll make sure you're the first person he talks to." you tried calmly hoping it would help.

The woman on the line took a deep breath but nothing could prepare you for the coming onslaught of distress.

"Missy you've been saying this to us since the morning and yet your manager isn't here. You should not open a restaurant when you do not know how to run it.”

She was so loud you couldn't even hear yourself losing the will to live.

"You do not know my husband. If he gets to know about the way you've treated me today, your restaurant will be closed forever." She threatened and you could hear her talking from the outside. Did she know that you did not own the restaurant?? "You should be grateful to me for not telling. Now open this damn door RIGHT NOW!!”

Another round of bangs started ringing and it echoed through the walls. They seemed louder than you know they should've been. And it was the trigger. The helplessness of the situation created panic. Your eyes unfocused, your stomach churned and your heartbeat escalated. You felt trapped.

Her shrill sound coming from the phone felt like it was piercing your ear drums and you could no longer understand what she was saying. So you slammed the receiver back into place, not knowing what to do anymore.

The grip on the cloth between your fingers seemed weak. You have always been a strong woman, dealing with irrational people all your life since you spent most of it around such people. But the karens have been tormenting you since the past 30 minutes and it was bound to get to you, sooner or later. Though you'd hoped for later rather than sooner. They way they started banging on the door while demanding something from you seemed so familiar to the way your parents banged on your bedroom door when you locked yourself in to save yourself from them.

Anywho, the situation is delayed for now and you have to calm down and start working again or you won't be done till the rest of the staff comes around. You don't know till when you'll be living under Yoongi's shadows and he'll be protecting you.

You put your hands on your face and let out a deep breath. Back to work bitches.

You started wiping the tables again, trying to think about something else. That 'something else' had a lot of options for you like, how are you going to repay your student loan that you took to go to college and didn't even help you land a decent job, or how your mom has been pestering you since months to get married and you haven't the found the best way to tell her yet that you wanna focus on your career for now and become a chef, or... well let's just say you had better things to worry about. But your train off thoughts was cut short when the phone rang again.

You already knew who was calling, so you decided against picking up. The ear splitting sound of the phone again echoed through the walls and it made you want to throw the phone against a wall. You know the restaurant phones should be loud enough to be heard by the staff even when the place is busy, but it did not help with the way it was making you feel.

After what seemed like forever, it stopped ringing and you went on to work again. The phone rang several times after that and with each ring, you felt your patience slipping farther away from you. You had half the mind to pick up the phone and tell them off, but you knew it would only anger them further. Yet you couldn't let this go on so after at least a dozen calls, you decided to pick it up.

"Thanks for calling at the Nile's! My name is y/n how can I help you today?" you spoke through a sigh.

"I'VE BEEN CALLING AT THIS DAMN RESTAURANT SINCE THE PAST 2 HOURS AND NOBODY HAS PICKED IT UP." she bellowed. If you thought she was loud and shrill earlier, you would change your mind now. Also, 2 hours????? you weren’t even here 2 hours ago!

"I HAVE GOT ALL THAT YOU HAVE DONE ON MY PHONE AND I WILL POST THIS ALL ON FACEBOOK THE WAY YOU HAVE TREATED ME IS NOT AT ALL A WAY TO TREAT A CUSTOMER." she didn't even pause for a breath "WAIT TILL MY HUSBAND HEARS ABOUT THIS."

You didn't dare say anything for the fear that anything that may come out of your mouth right now, may anger her further, considering, you were not the manager she hoped to talk to.

There was small hustle on the other end. You could hear the ladies outside arguing a little. After a short pause, someone spoke again.

"Am I talking to manager?" this was not the woman who yelled at you earlier but someone else.

"Yes you are, ma'am"

You let out a small shriek. Surprised to see the receiver that was in your hands a moment ago, placed against Yoongi's ear. When the hell did he get here and how did you not even realize?? Even so, a strange feeling of safety filled up your chest at the sight of him and you felt like you could breath again.

"No ma'am, we cannot do that for you. As y/n here explained to you, the restaurant opens at 11:30 and no exceptions will be made for anyone." he explained calmly and it had you hoping that they'd listen to him if not you.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused to you ma'am."

You just stood being a witness to one side of the conversation. You could hear someone talking outside the restaurant as well, but couldn't make out their exact words.

You admired his calm even in such a patronizing situation. At least to you, it was that way. In your eyes, he seemed so serene, his lips moved to utter the most calming sounds and you felt like you'd hand over your life to him if he asked you for it.

You really needed to practice professional work ethics when it came to him.

"Yes we will take care of this in the future, thank you for your suggestion."

"Ma'am we do not accept any kind of coupons for any of the meals provided here. Are you sure it is the same restaurant?"

Wait. But we do accept coupons here at the Nile's...

"No ma'am we cannot do that for you. There is no such policy, and we do not accept coupons."

"You can totally go ahead and call the police for yourself and we'll be sure to tell them how have harassed one of our workers over here." He said in an unbothered tone, gaze floating to you and you strangely found yourself looking away.

"Sure thing. Thank you for calling!"

And he placed the receiver back, as if job accomplished.

"Are you okay y/n?" He questioned. In his deep eyes, you saw genuine concern for yourself and you wanted to stay there for some while more. His voice was music to your ears and you did not want your own voice to taint the air around.

But he asked you something.

"Yeah." you said breathlessly and cleared your throat. "Yes, I'm fine, thanks for the help Yoongi"

It was something he insisted you call him even though the rules say he is your senior and should be addressed as so.

"Such people are so irritating and do not deserve to be let out of their homes. What kind of a husband would it be, huh!" he wondered, "though I question if there is any husband at all or she was just bluffing."

"Yeah I know right?" you didn't know what to say. "Though it was really impressive the way you handled them, I could never!"

He laughed at that. Sounded so heavenly, your knees kind of gave out.

And it was another day when he saved you. Why does he do that for you? Why was he here here so early? Why does he even try to get to close to you?

These are questions you do not have the answers to yet. You hope to get them someday. But you are happy they you are right now. Or maybe you are too afraid that the answers to these questions wouldn't be what you'd like to hear. Maybe he was just being nice and you being a horndog took the hint wrong way.

But for now, you have all the time (45 mins max before some other employee comes) to enjoy this moment with him alone in the closed restaurant, surrounded by the smell of food and his cologne and you have no idea which you like better. You wouldn't have it any other way.

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Always be my plus one

Here we go, y'all. We're ignoring that it's 3:30 in the morning but I'm just yeeting the first part of this into the wild and hoping it goes well. Ignore typos, we all know that everything I post is a first draft.

I need to thank @hockeywocs, @chara-hugs, and @zinka8 (WHY CAN't I TAG YOU) and all the anons who have come into my ask box to help me with this! ily all!

WARNING: some description of child birth

Hope you like it!

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Part 1: Christmas Day and the day after Christmas

The name for Christmas comes from the shortening of “Christ’s Mass,” a traditionally Christian holiday that celebrates the birth of Jesus Christ to the Virgin Mary and Joseph in a manger in Bethlehem. Although the exact date of his birthday is unknown, around the fourth century the Catholic church fixed the date of this celebration to be December 25th. Other religions and belief systems have similar celebrations around the same time, such as the Winter Solstice, or Midwinter. Celebrations include a mixture of pre-Christian, Christian, and non-secular traditions, such as gift giving, completing an Advent Calendar or Advent Wreath, Christmas music, church services, a special meal with family and loved ones, Christmas trees, lights, nativity scenes, and Santa Claus to name a few.

The day after Christmas, known as Boxing Day in some European countries, is traditionally known as a shopping holiday. In America, this is typically the day when people start to return any unwanted Christmas gifts, stock up for next Christmas on items that are marked down on sale, or see friends that they hadn’t been able to see before Christmas.

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December 21, 2021

“One fifteen means fifteen minutes before I have to clock in. Fifteen minutes before a twelve-hour shift that I’m not ready for and don’t have enough caffeine for,” Anne muttered to herself, staring at her reflection through her car's rearview mirror. “But, fifteen minutes before getting to do something that I thankfully love, something that I enjoy doing.” No matter how long the shift in front of her, Anne had developed a habit of giving herself a pep talk before she got out of her car. “Whatever happens, you’ve helped someone.”

The last part wasn’t always true, knowing that there was the possibility that something could go wrong that she and the other nurses and doctors wouldn’t be able to fix. Lying to herself that everything was going to be ok was the only want to convince herself to go into the hospital every day. Finally mustering up enough courage to get out of her car, she grabs her bag from the backseat, heading in for yet another long day right before the Christmas holiday.

The maternity ward where Anne worked never ceased to be hectic, the miracle of life happening at least once an hour. No matter how much Anne had studied in nursing school, nothing could have prepared her for the stress that could come from the job, the long hours, the potential for something so right to turn so wrong in a minute, the way nothing can go planned since the baby dictated all, the mess that comes with every birth, or the joy that results from a former patient sending her the occasional picture of a baby she helped deliver as they’re growing up.

“Hey, Tyson, come on!” comes from inside the open doors of the building, Anne not paying attention to who it was coming from, causing her to collide with a stranger, spilling her much-needed coffee all over the both of them.

“Shit,” she says, not looking up from the brown splatter on what should be mint green scrubs. “I am so sorry.”

Standing in front of her was a curly-haired boy, about her age, wearing what she was sure was a Colorado hockey jersey. Beyond that, she had no idea. “No, no, it’s my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Let me buy you another,” he offers, ignoring the persistent calls from his friends to hurry up.

Anne checks her watch: 1:19. “It’s ok. I don’t really have the time, I have to clock in in eleven minutes, and knowing the cafeteria or the vending machines, it would take a lot longer,” she says, trying to get by him. Before he can protest, she gets to the elevator that would bring her to her floor, thankful that it was ready to get her there without her having to wait. The doors start to close, only to be stopped by a hand stuck through them, the curly-haired boy with the coffee stain down the front of him getting on the elevator with her. Anne gives him a confused look, begging him to explain why he was trying to make her late for her shift.

“If you aren’t going to let me buy you one now to make up for it, at least let me see where you work so I can drop one off for you.”

Anne rolls her eyes, unamused by the man in front of her as he attempts to flirt with her. “That would be nice, but the chances of me getting it before it goes cold are slim to none, so you need to suggest something else if you really want to buy me a coffee.”

“Let me get your number so I can buy you one when you aren’t working?” he asks, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. 1:25. “I’m Tyson, by the way.”

The elevator dings, signaling that they were on Anne’s floor, opening the door to nurses and doctors running around, expectant fathers who were probably kicked out of the delivery room for making the mom too nervous pacing the halls, grandparents trying to control younger children who had little to no idea what was going on as they waited in the strange building. Anne walks to the backroom to drop her stuff off and clock in, typing her information into the stranger’s phone as he followed her like a puppy, his friend’s texts coming across the top of his screen asking where he went so they could leave.

“I’m Anne, and I’ve got to go,” she tells him, handing back his phone. There was no way he was going to text her, and it’s not like the coffee was that big of a deal to him. She could go to the vending machine down the hall and grab one during her break, or have someone else on their break do it for her if she needed it sooner.

“Can’t wait for our coffee date, Anne,” he says, winking at her before shoving his hands in his pockets and sauntering back down the hallway.

“Who is he?” her coworker, Jess asked, popping up out of nowhere. “He’s hot.”

“In more ways than one, apparently,” Anne jokes, “he’s also wearing my hot coffee on his shirt.”

“You didn’t,” Jess scolds her, turning her around to see the coffee that was spilled down Anne’s own outfit, knowing Anne’s tendency to be a little absent-minded as she gets wrapped up in her own thoughts. “Anne, you did.”

“Not on purpose!”

“DeFormicola?” Anne’s supervisor, Jackson, pops his head into the room just as she was clocking in, “We need you in room 414.”

“Saved by the bell,” Anne teases, walking down the hall to where all the noise was coming from, trying to throw on the appropriate clothing before she went into the room, struggling to get the gloves on as she entered.

“Ok, Erin, we’re going to need you to push,” one of the doctors says, Anne standing behind him as she watched the baby’s head crowning.

This was her favorite part of the job, helping the mother stay calm and trying to make sure that despite the child coming out of her, she was as comfortable as possible. Normally, she would be with the mom as soon as she came in, Erin clearly nervous as to what was going on. They had to be first-time parents, the dad going back and forth to Erin’s side and behind the doctor, looking mortified each time and clearly regretting what he was seeing.

“It’s a boy!” the doctor says, handing the new baby to a breathless Erin.

“A boy! A boy!” the dad yells, going out to the hallway, Erin clearly unamused by whatever antics he was going about.

“Don’t worry, he’s not the first one to do that,” Anne reassures her, knowing that something like that would happen at least five more times during her shift, hearing the father’s voice repeating the phrase. “I’m going to get him cleaned up and then get him right back to you, ok?” Anne asks, reaching for the baby as everyone else around her tries to clean everything else up.

“Be careful with him,” Erin warns, not meaning anything bad by it. She was definitely a first time mother.

“I will be,” Anne tells her, feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket as she does. “So you have a name picked out yet?”

“We were thinking Matthew.”

Anne turns her head, smiling at Erin. “That’s a good name. My older brother is named Matthew.”

Erin smiles at her, the father finally coming back in, clearly overjoyed by the birth of their new baby. Anne hands him back to his parents, Matthew screaming his head off as they get wheeled into another room.

Anne goes over to the desk, sitting down where she was supposed to be for the start of her shift to do paperwork, but the uncertainty in the hour by hour of the schedule was not surprising. She pulls out her phone, ‘Maybe: Tyson’ coming up across her screen.

“He’s already texting me,” she alerts Jess whose head whips away from her computer to look over Anne’s shoulder at what message the mystery man could have sent her.

“He’s horny.”

“Jessica!” she squeals, wishing she was more shocked by what her friend had said. “Why is that always your first reaction to a boy sending a message?”

She shrugs, swiveling back to her own computer, “I’m normally right. What’s he saying?”

“He wants to know when he can buy me coffee.”

“Horny.”

“Enough.”

“You should date him.”

Anne turns to her, clearly unamused by Jess’s need to continue the conversation. “I don’t have to date anyone.”

Jess lets out a long sigh, Anne knowing that she was rolling her eyes. “I’m not saying you have to, I’m saying you should.”

“Ok, I don’t want to date anyone.”

“Oh, come on Anne,” Jess says, getting up and plopping herself on the desk in front of Anne, fiddling with the wire connecting the mouse to the rest of the computer. “You work in a maternity ward where people become parents every day, and you haven’t even thought of finding a man?”

“You don’t have a point,” Anne tells her, not making eye contact with her.

“My point,” Jess says, leaning over to block Anne’s view of her computer screen, “is that you can’t be single forever.”

“Says who?”

“Didn’t you tell me that you were named after the patron saint of the town your grandmothers were from?”

Anne rolls her eyes, knowing where this was going. It was going in the same direction that this conversation always went in when she had it with her mom every single holiday. “All four of us are named after the patron saints of the towns our grandparents are from.”

“St. Anne is the patron saint of child care, grandparents and mothers.”

“She’s also that patron saint of unmarried women, so your argument is invalid, as usual.”

Jess takes in a breath to say something, cut off by Jackson calling for Jess to go into one of the delivery rooms. “Just don’t say no because you think you have to be single,” she advises as she walks away.

Anne leans back in the chair, rubbing her hands over her face. “This is how Christmas is going to go, isn’t it?” she asks herself.

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December 25, 2021

The number of cars lining her parent's driveway meant that she was one of the last ones there, but knowing her aunts and uncles, she wasn’t the last one there. Her parents were the ones who did Christmas Day for her dad’s family, Christmas Eve being the anniversary of her mom’s mom’s death, and, on top of that, Teresa doesn’t talk to her family over some argument and grudge being held over their parent's house.

Scanning the cars, she didn’t see the one belonging to her brother Matthew, or his wife, Stephanie. “I’ll just leave Harper’s gifts in the car,” Anne mutters to herself, trying to juggle as many gifts as she could while also balancing the box of pastries her mom asked her to pick up for dessert.

Without a free hand to open the door, Anne did everything she could to ring the doorbell with her elbow, praying that someone would come to open the door before she dropped anything.

Her younger brother, Sebastian, opens the door, a disappointed look on his face. “What the fuck is all this for?” he asks, taking some of the bags from her arms to lighten her load.

“Merry Christmas to you, too,” she remarks, “Yours is still in my car if you’re wondering.”

“Did you have to get gifts for everyone?” he asks, Anne greeting her aunts and uncles on the way to the tree to put everything down for later.

“Well, it’s Hazel’s first Christmas," she explains, referencing their sister's youngest daughter, "So getting her something and not getting the other children something seemed wrong, and then Jessica took me shopping and kept saying things like ‘oh this would be perfect for Lucy,’ or ‘oh don’t have you an aunt who likes mystery novels?’ And everything went downhill from there.”

Sebby groans, walking with Anne back out to her car to retrieve the rest of the gifts, Anne still holding the box of pastries since they hadn’t made it to the kitchen yet. “Please tell me you didn’t get Aunt Lisa that Agatha Christie illustrated novel that the bookstore was selling.”

“Please tell me you didn’t get Aunt Lisa that Agatha Christie illustrated novel the bookstore was selling,” Anne laughs, Sebby nodding his head. “I got a gift receipt.”

“What did you end up getting Matthew?” he asks her. Anne had texted Sebby in panic on Black Friday, coming home from a day of shopping with Lucy that left her without a gift for Lucy’s twin brother.

Grabbing the rest of the gifts and handing them to Sebby, she closes the door to her car and starts to go back inside. “I found this ‘make your own wine’ kit that I think he would like. That way Steph doesn’t have to listen to him complaining about how the stuff she drinks is ‘too sweet.’”

“What about for me?” Sebby asks, nudging Anne with his elbow as they arrange the rest of the gifts in the already mountainous pile under the tree.

“Oh, I knew there was someone I forgot,” she says sarcastically, Sebby ripping the bow off one of her carefully wrapped presents and throwing it at her. “Ok, now I’m never getting you a gift again.”

Sebby laughs, helping his older sister off the ground. The two of them wander into the kitchen, slipping in unnoticed due to the sheer number of family members and noise that was filling the room. “Aunt Anne! Aunt Anne!” Harper and Skylar squeal in unison when her nieces spot her, hoping that either she or Sebby had grabbed Harper, Matthew, and Stephanie’s gifts. She didn’t think there was anything left in her trunk.

“Hey there, fireflies,” Anne greets them, bending down as they both kiss her on the cheek. “Guess what? Santa stopped by my place and left some gifts for you, but he made me promise that you two were really good today if you want to open them after dessert, ok?”

The two girls nod excitedly, bouncing up and down at Anne’s words. To still be young and believe in Santa, that must be nice.

“Hey, ma,” Anne finally finds her mother, putting down the box of pastries in front of her and kissing her on the cheek. “Upstairs or downstairs fridge?”

“It goes downstairs. Come on, I have someone I want you to meet,” her mother says, dragging you away from your aunts that had aggregated around her. They all had excited looks on their faces, something that instantly worried Anne as she followed her mother down the stairs with the box. She could hear Matthew and Lucy’s voices, knowing that her brother and sister’s wife and husband had to be down there with them, too. “Matthew told me about this friend of his who couldn’t make it home for Christmas,” her mother whispers before she got to the last step.

“Mom, no,” Anne says, already knowing where this was heading. “I told you: I don’t need a boyfriend.”

“But I don’t have a grandson,” her mom whines, shaking Anne’s hand in her own against her chest.

“How is that my fault?”

“If you just find a nice boy, and get married, I just know you’re going to be my child that has a boy.”

“Oh my god,” Anne groans, pushing past her to get to the fridge.

Teresa pulls Anne over to the couches where her siblings were, Lucy sitting on one with her feet in Jason’s lap, Jason’s hand lazily rubbing his wife’s shins. Matthew was on the other, Stephanie nuzzled against his shoulder, all four of them with a glass of wine and three bottles open. Next to Matthew was a guy sitting there awkwardly, straightening his back when he saw you while Sebby tried to contain his laughter as he sat on the floor. “Jeremy, this is my youngest daughter, Anne. Anne, this is Jeremy,” she introduces the two of them before running up the stairs.

“I do have a girlfriend, actually,” Jeremy says, “So I’m sorry.”

Anne and her siblings burst out laughing, Lucy pouring her sister a glass of wine. “If only this were the first time Ma tried to set Anne up with a guy who was seeing someone.”

“I even tried to tell her that but she didn’t listen,” Matthew adds. “It’s better than when she tried to set you up with Adam,” he says, referencing Lucy’s partner at their optometry practice.

“Yeah, his husband wasn’t too thrilled by that potential match,” Sebby says.

They all keep talking, Anne just sitting and listening to them reminisce about all the people their parents had tried to set her up within their desperate attempt for her to no longer be single. It didn’t help that the last time she listened to them about dating was Andy, the boy who cheated on her when they got to college. Apparently going to school half an hour from each other wasn’t enough for him to keep up their two-year relationship instead of shoving his tongue down multiple girls throats before doing god only knows what else.

“When do you think they’ll stop trying to set me up with someone?” Anne finally pips in, accidentally cutting off something Jeremy was saying as she stared at the wine she was swirling in the glass.

“When you get a boyfriend,” her siblings say in unison.

“I hate all of you for doing that,” she laughs. “But, seriously, why is it so important that I have a boyfriend?”

“Oh, you know your mother,” Jason says, putting his glass down on the floor. “She saw what Lucy and I had and then wanted that for all her children.”

Lucy playfully shoves him, kissing him as Anne and Sebby groan. “She just wants you to be happy, and to her and dad, happiness is marriage and a family.”

“Where am I going to meet someone if I go to work or here where they try to bring in non-single non-potential suitors?” she asks, looking over at Jeremy. “Sorry.”

He shrugs, not able to get a word in before Matthew starts, “What if you met someone at work like how Steph and I met?”

“Yeah because there are so many single men walking around the maternity ward,” she says, her phone buzzing in front of her. “What about you, though, Seb, how’s Collins?” Anne asks, changing the subject.

“Eh,” he shrugs, his eyes wandering to Anne’s phone screen, “I’m not sure we’re going to last to graduation.”

“What?” Lucy squeals, causing Jason to jump as she threw her legs out of his lap. “I thought you said she was ‘the one’?”

Sebby looks down at his glass, a stupid smirk on his face. “Nah, that changed. She doesn’t want me to go to law school in Boston, she wants me to stay here or move to California with her.”

“But the adventure of moving with your girlfriend to another state!” Matthew offers, Stephanie rolling her eyes.

“Matthew, not everyone needs adventure like you do, hon.”

Anne’s phone buzzes again, a reminder that she had a text waiting for her. Picking it up before Sebby can see who it is, ever the nosy little brother, she sees a message from Tyson popping up as they continue their conversation about Sebby’s love life and Anne’s lack thereof. . They had only been texting for a few days since their encounter at the hospital, but every time his name came up she couldn’t help but smile, lifting the wine glass to her lips to cover it in hopes of her siblings not noticing.

How’s your Christmas been so far?

A simple ‘eh’ as a response was all that she needed to send. It could be worse, but her mom trying to set her up with a guy with a girlfriend was definitely not something that made for a good Christmas. The only thing that could be worse is if their dad came home early from the flight he was on with a guy he picked up in whatever country he had to go to that prompted him to miss the holiday. Normal dads who had to travel would bring their kids back little trinkets or a postcard, but Anne wouldn’t put it past Tony to borderline kidnap someone from the plane he was flying and bring them home for Anne.

Tyson’s contact comes up again, an incoming call that prompted Anne to step away so she could answer it. “What’s up?”

“You said your Christmas was ‘eh.’ What’s going on?”

“It’s a long story,” she groans, pressing her back up against the fridge.

“Well, what if I have something that might make it better?” he flirts.

“Oh? Like what”

“What if I said I’m 100% free to buy you that coffee any time tomorrow, since I know you said you didn’t have work, and you can tell me about Christmas then?”

Anne hears her siblings laugh not ten feet away, praying that they couldn’t hear her conversation. Taking in a deep breath, she knew that her cheeks were turning pink at his words. “Sure, that sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asks, walking back over to join her siblings.

“I’ll text you details,” he tells her, hanging up.

“Oh, my god,” Lucy yells, interrupting their conversation. “Anne was talking to a boy.”

“What the hell? What makes you think that?” she asks.

“Your cheeks are red," Lucy says, prompting Anne to raise her hand to feel the heat radiating from her face, "Who else would you be seeing tomorrow?” her sister eggs on, her eyebrow raised since she knew she was right.

Anne tries to find her words, unable to think of a name that wasn’t a guy's name to blurt out.

“Is it Tyson?” Sebby asks, Anne’s unlocked phone in his hand.

“You jackass!” she yells, lunging at her brother to try to get her phone back.

Teresa’s footsteps sound down the stairs, her poking her head between the gap in the stair rail and the steps themselves, Anne and Sebby looking like a deer in headlights when they see their mom. “I was coming to say that dinner was ready, but what’s going on here?”

“Anne has a boy she wasn’t telling us about,” Sebby blabs, earning an ‘I’ll kill you’ look from Anne.

“Oh! Annie!” their mom squeals, running down the stairs to pick her up off the ground and hug her. “Why didn’t you tell us about him?”

“I, uh,” Anne starts, still not sure what to say.

“You have to bring him to New Year’s Day at Uncle Vince’s house,” she tells her, the rest of the siblings following Anne being dragged back up the stairs for dinner, her mom announcing that Anne had a boyfriend when she, in fact, didn’t.

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December 26, 2021

“So, are you going to tell me why your Christmas was only ‘eh,’ or am I going to have to guess?” Tyson asks, setting down two cups of coffee in front of them. Tyson had asked Anne to meet him at a small coffee shop that was within walking distance of her apartment, thankful that she didn’t have to drive through Denver on the day where everyone was returning anything unwanted, like her Aunt Lisa returning one of the copies of the Agatha Christie novel that her and Sebby each got her.

Anne groans, the images of last night’s dinner flashing through her mind. “Can we talk about something else, first?”

“Fine,” Tyson says, taking a long sip of the coffee, “What did you get for gifts?”

She raises her eyebrow at him, Tyson mirroring her expression except with a goofy grin on his face. Rolling her eyes, she starts listing off the stuff she got: “My parents got me a new attachment for my KitchenAid stand mixer since my younger brother, Sebby, broke it last time he was over and a voucher for a flight anywhere in the country like they do every year, um, some gift cards from my aunts and uncles, my nieces all did their best attempts at drawing a portrait of me, Sebby told me he was going to come over and make dinner for me, which scares me because he can’t cook, Matthew and his wife got me some books they thought I would like, and Lucy and her husband got me this bracelet,” Anne tells him, extending her arm out to show him.

“I have so many questions,” Tyson starts.

“I might have answers,” Anne tells him, raising her cup to him.

“How big is your family?”

“I’m the third of four, Lucy and Matthew are twins and are about five years older than me, then Sebby is a year younger than me. Lucy has two daughters and Matthew has one. My dad has two brothers; one older, one younger. The older one has three kids, the younger has two and then three grandchildren.”

“Mom’s family?”

Anne looks down at her coffee. “I’m the only one who talks to anyone on that side of the family. My mom and her brother got into a fight when their parents died over what was left to them. My uncle has two daughters and two granddaughters.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, looking between the coffee and Anne.

She shrugs, not really bothered by it at this point. “It’s whatever. I talk to them because I want to, so it’s fine. What other questions do you have, though?”

“The ticket voucher?”

“Yeah,” Anne laughs, “Our dad is a pilot with Southwest Airlines, so every Christmas they give us a voucher to fly anywhere we want. They say they want to make sure that we take time for ourselves, but I think Dad gets some sort of bonus for every voucher he buys.”

Tyson throws his head back laughing. It wasn’t that funny, but seeing him so happy, Anne couldn’t help but smile back at him. “What about you, what did you get for Christmas?”

“My mom and sister flew down and basically restocked my kitchen for me.”

“Ok, that’s a great present, though,” she says. “Where was your dad?”

The smile from Tyson’s face fades, not looking up at Anne. “I never knew him. My mom and grandmother raised me.”

“Oh, Tyson,” she says, reaching out for his hand. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

He shrugs, a forced smile on his face. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything, I don’t think. My mom and my grandmother are the reason I am who I am. I wouldn’t give that up or change it.”

The two of them sit there, Anne trying to think about how many times she helped deliver a baby when the father was nowhere to be found. She normally figured they were busy or just not in the delivery room, not being there all together was something she couldn’t even begin to imagine. “But enough about me. Why was your Christmas ‘eh’?”

“My family has it in their heads that I need a boyfriend,” she admits, Tyson smirking at her words. “And my brother saw your texts coming up on my phone and being the asshole that he is, announced that I was texting a boy, so now, I need to find someone to bring with me to my uncle’s house on New Year’s Day that I can pass off as you.”

Tyson gives her a confused look. “Why wouldn’t you just bring me?”

Anne sits there, a shocked look on her face. “Because they think ‘Tyson’ is my boyfriend, and you aren’t?”

“So we pretend. They don’t need to know,” he shrugs, acting like it was no big deal.

“That would never work,” Anne dismisses him.

“Why not? You don’t think I’m a good actor?” Tyson whines, acting insulted at Anne’s words.

She scoffs, “Ok, one, hockey players are never good actors, and two, Sebby or Lucy are bound to figure out that you are not my boyfriend. Sebby wants to be a lawyer so he analyzes everything and Lucy is just this perfect anomaly of a human who would be bound to figure it out.”

“I think I can play your boyfriend for New Year’s Day,” he says, confidence dripping in his voice.

“No, I can’t have you do that.”

The maternity ward where Anne worked never ceased to be hectic, the miracle of life happening at least once an hour. No matter how much Anne had studied in nursing school, nothing could have prepared her for the stress that could come from thhe job, the long hours, the potential for something so right to turn so wrong in a minute, the way nothing can go planned since the baby dictated all, the mess that comes with every birth, or the joy that results from a former patient sending her the occasional picture of a baby she helped deliver as they’re growing up.

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Baseless Jealousy

Oliver Wood Cousin!Reader x Jealous!Fred Weasley

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BG: Fred and y/n’s relationship is currently 3 years long strong. After a summer apart, it seems to be a 3rd party had become closer to y/n. Is it something that Fred has to worry about or is it just baseless jealousy?

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You and Fred started dating 3 years ago. Fred would like to believe that the relationship is strong, other people believes it so too. However ever since the start of 5th year, something started to get on his nerves, or should he say someone.

See, Fred had noticed you getting closer to his Quidditch captain, Oliver wood. He didn’t want to blame it on the summer you two spent apart but he could quite help himself. You had spent the entire apart, no letters whatsoever. At first, he tried to be understanding, it was after all a summer you and your family spent in Italy while attending your aunt’s wedding, you had told him that this was the first time in 8 years that the whole side of your mother’s family was present as they were all scattered into various parts of the world. He understood the importance of family so he had let it slide that you and he hadn’t communicated in the past 2 months- besides, it must be really exhausting to overwork the owls to post cross country.

Which was why he was so excited to finally see you in person at Platform 9 ¾ on the first of September, to his dismay, you had arrived with Oliver Wood. Back then he had pushed his jealousy aside and concluded as a coincidence that you had turned up together at the barrier. You and Oliver are just friends, he told himself, and that was completely fine.

Fred had sneaked a hug behind you and whispered into your ear. ‘Had a great summer?’

You had jumped at the touch but once you realised who is was from you relaxed. ‘Ohh Freddie!’ You turned and hit his chest. ‘Don’t scare me like that!’ Earning a laugh from him. ‘I did, I had such great times catching up with my cousins! You wouldn’t believe how much trouble we almost got into. But of course.’ Your fingers played with the back of his head. ‘I missed having my love around.’

~

‘Hey love I’m off to Quidditch practice now.’ Fred informed, kissing your cheek. ‘Will you be there?’ Ever since you and Fred got together 3 years ago, you would go cheer him on during Quidditch practices whenever you can.

This year however, more are at stake.

During the semi-finals, Quidditch matches are dotted with professional quidditch team mangers in hopes to scout for potential recruits to join their team upon graduation.

It is rumoured that the manager for Puddlemere United would be attending the next match, Hufflepuff vs Gryffindor. Puddlemere United being Oliver’s favourite and dream team, he had been pushing the team with more frequent trainings then ever, hoping to perform the best game they would ever play, to further increase his chances to chosen to be part of the team.

You looked up from the letter you were writing. ‘Yep, just gotta make a quick stop to the owlery. I’ll soon you soon okay?’

~

Arriving at the owlery, a large parcel instantly caught your eye. ‘Oh mum..’ Examining for any potential damage, which thankfully weren’t any.

The barn owl nearest it hooted. ‘Alright! Alright! I was looking if there were damages.’ The owl flapped its wings in annoyance. ‘Here,’ offering your owl some treats. ‘You’ll need to store up some energy on the way back.’ Another hoot sounded, this time from a grey owl, that you recognised belonged too your mother. ‘There’s some for you too.’ After the 2 owls finished their food, you attached your letter your owl’s leg. ‘This is for mother, a thank you note on behalf of Ollie. I’ll write another when we see his reaction to this-I can’t wait.’ You bid the 2 birds goodbye, watching until they disappear unto the horizon.

Now you turn to face your major problem. You had thought that your mother would have had it placed in a box, rather what you got was a large parcel that is clearly wrapped with parchment, with no subtlety in hiding what it truly is.

~

You had finally manged to sneak the parcel into the Gryffindor boys’ locker room, though it had taken a lot more effort than you thought.

You were just leaving when you had bumped into someone.

‘oopf! Sorr-‘

‘y/n love! What are you doing here?’  Fred wondered, looking over your shoulder, trying to figure out what you were up to. ‘You missed the whole practice.’

‘ohh it’s nothing really----Ayyeee! Not so fast!’ You grabbed Harry’s shoulder, preventing him in enter any further. In all honestly, you hadn’t hidden Oliver’s surprise well, there aren’t a lot of hiding places in the changing room. Determined to not ruin the surprise, you need, you must get Oliver to see it first. ‘Had any of you seen Oli-‘

Right then you heard his unmistakably Scottish accent. ‘I’m just saying George, with this new and improve game plan, we are for sure going win the House Cup!’

‘Oliver!’ You shouted, pushing your boyfriend and Harry aside to reach him. ‘Come quick, I’ve got something to show you!’ With all your strength you hauled him to move faster.

‘What is it now y/n? Can’t you see I’m……..’ Oliver had come to a stop. Based on his sudden lack of complaining, you knew he spotted it.

‘It’s a gift from mum and dad. We thought it would future help your chances to be in the professional league.’ You noted. ‘I wasn’t sure which one of these was your locker, so I decided to just hide it behind the benches.’

Oliver hurriedly torn away the wrappings. ‘Oh my…. y/n! A FIREBOLT!’ He turned towards his teammates with eyes watery. ‘A FIREBOLT, A 1993 EBONY WOOD WITH BIRCH TWIGS FIREBOLT!’ He declared with glee.

Too caught up in your cousin’s precious reaction to your gift, you however had failed to noticed Fred displeasure.

‘I think I’m gonna be sick. So much for a girlfriend.’ He grumbled to George. ‘Excuse me.’ Shoving his broom to Harry, Fred walked out of the locker room.

The next thing you knew, you were spinning through the air. Oliver had lifted you in celebration, ‘Thank you y/n thank you so much!’ He mumbled into your hair. ‘Pass on my gratitude to Aunty and Uncle.’  

‘Wait? Did you just say Aunty and Uncle?’ voiced a very confused Harry.

‘Yea.’ Confirmed Oliver. ‘Y/n is my cousin.’

George’s bafflement turned into a startle. ‘You’re joking right?’

‘No, why would be joking George?’ You frowned. ‘Didn’t you know?’

‘Nope’ He replied, popping the “p”. ‘Now it clears everything up. Freddie is going to be--.’

‘Speaking of, where is Freddie?’ You scanned around, wondering where he might have gone to. Which was when you spotted Harry holding up not one but two brooms. ‘Harry…’

‘y/n listen…..Freddie is uhh ’ George was trying to come up how to break it to you gently.

When Harry blurted out. ‘He left.’

‘He whot?’ demanded Oliver.

‘He left, said something about being sick of his girlfriend.’ Commented Harry frankly. ‘owhh!’

Even though it would have been too late to stop Harry from spitting out more wrongfully worded sentences- the damaged has been done- It still made George happy to put some sense into him. Praying that a smack on the head would have made Harry shut up, George took control of the situation, hoping it could still salvage the weakening remain of his twin’s and y/n relationship.

‘Listen y/n. Regarding my idiot brother, you got to know that he, like everyone else in the room, had thought that you and Oliver were flirting with each other.’

‘eww!’ You couldn’t control your reflex.

‘yeah, his emotions got to the best of him when he witnessed everything that got down here and stormed out because of jealousy.’

‘Oh gosh.’ You head towards the door, you could see a red figure walking towards the castle, kicking at fallen leaves every now and then. ‘I’ve got to get to him.’

You felt someone grab your arm ‘No let me handle this y/n.’ voiced Oliver. ‘I’m part of this… complication after all, besides I bet Fred’s fuming right now and as your older cousin, I am willing to take the heat and make him see reason until he has finally calmed down to talk to you with a clear head.’ He explained reassuringly.

‘But---

‘No buts.’ Oliver kissed your forehead. ‘Stay here and send for him back so all this misunderstanding could be sorted out. Now…’ he addressed Harry to get his new firebolt. ‘I’ve got a relationship to fix.’ Oliver hopped on the broom and sped away.

~

‘Fred! Fred!’ Screamed Oliver.

Fred choose to ignore him, picking up his pace.

Leaving Oliver with no choice but to cut him off.

‘WEASLEY!’ Oliver jumped off his broom.

‘Get Out of My Way Wood!’ Fred raised his hand to shove the other boy away but met with resistance. ‘I SAID GET OUT!’ Fred tried to free his fist from Oliver’s grasp, but the older boy was much stronger.

‘Not until you calm down and listen to what I have to say.’

‘Fine.’ Oliver let go of him, he raised his arms high in surrender. ‘y/n sent you, didn’t she?’

‘No. I came here on my own will. I told her to stay behind to protect her.’ Oliver confessed.

‘To protect her?’ scoffed Fred. ‘From what? From me?’

‘Yes, as a matter of fact.’

‘Oh of course, it’s HER who needs protecting and not me. Not me, after I see you both shamelessly act so close to one another, closer, might I tell you then her own boyfriend! If was as if I wasn’t there’

‘Fred,’

Fred brushed his hand away, ignoring Oliver’s interruption. ‘When did you two get so close anyway? You know at first, I tried to pass it off as friendship but as time when on, I could help but think-‘

‘Y/N IS MY COUSIN!’ blurted Oliver, unable to hear another person thinking that they were other than family. ‘THERE’S NOTHING GOING ON BETWEEN US!’

‘what?’  

‘Apparently for some reason most of you lot don’t know. George and Harry were just as surprised too. But yes, y/n is my cousin, on my father’s side. My father and her mother are brothers and sisters. I thought with all these years we’ve known each other that you’d know we’re related. Guess I was wrong.’

‘I….I didn’t know.. I’m sorry.’

‘Apology accepted but we both know there is someone more deserving of hearing that apology.’ Oliver nodded towards the locker room. ‘She’s there waiting.’

‘Thank you, Oliver.’ He held out his hand. ‘Friends?’

‘Friends’ Oliver shook his hand, the stared straight into his eyes. ‘BUT…’

‘but?’

‘But if you hurt her again Weasley, you have me to answer for, that is of course after she’s done her share.’ Without another word, Oliver flew off, testing out his new gift.

~

Fred ran full speed ahead, praying that he didn’t completely ruin a wondering 3-year relationship with the girl of his dreams. Before entering the room, he conjured up a bouquet of your favourite flowers, hoping that could help out his image.

Testing the waters, he called. ‘y/n? are you in here love?’

‘In here’ you sighed. He hated hearing you so sad. He hated it more that it was him causing you to feel that way.

Cautiously he made his way to you with arms outstretched. You accepted the flowers, to that he let himself relax a bit, bringing them up to you nose, you noted. ‘They smell nice, thank you.’

Fred was grateful that you hadn’t scolded him off on his baseless jealousy, still he knew he had to apologize and win his girl back. Kneeling in front where you sat, Fred took your hands and poured out his heart.

‘Y/n, I am sorry. I made a huge mistake, I… I got jealous of how you had gotten close to Oliver this year.’ He confessed.’ Ever since the start of this year, I thought that Oliver was stealing you away from me. I thought that perhaps you two had something going on behind my back.’

Chuckling to himself he continued. ‘I didn’t even realise that you were cousins until he told me just now. I feel so stupid. 3 years together, 5 years of knowing you. It was so obvious.’ Fred closed his eyes.

‘Still, with my worries, I should have asked, asked what you and Oliver were.’ He stressed. ‘I should have come and talked to you, to sort this out like what a, healthy, trusting and understanding relationship would. But instead I keep all my doubts and insecurities brew, I went deep into my own conclusions that were without evidence, I let my jealousy get the best of me.’

Fred brought your knuckles to his lips. ‘y/n love, I’m sorry. I love you and if you want a space, I understand. But there is no a day in this world where I would not rather be back in your loving arms. I hope that you could forgive me.’

‘Freddie, I forgive you.’ You cup his tear stained cheek. ‘It was just a stupid misunderstanding.’

Gesturing for him to sit beside you ‘I thought it was common knowledge that Oliver and I are cousins. Apparently not. Yes, we weren’t that close before.’ You admitted.  ‘But we really did get to know each other in the summer. 5 weeks either being sounded by adult relatives or small children, we hung out often, being the only 2 cousins similar in age.’

You return back into a more serious tone. ‘Of course, I did wish you had voiced it out, we could have avoided this conflict altogether. So, promise me this. Whatever problems may arise, before we delved into our own assumptions, we would always talk it out. Alright?’

‘I promise.’

~

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[kitababie]

could i request manager being flirted with for the other schools? those were great :)

Of course! I’m happy you liked the others enough to request! These will be shiratorizawa and karasuno, I don’t know if I’m confident enough to do fukurodani even tho I love my owl boys it would end up being very akaashi heavy lmao

Here are the first ones if anyone is interested

the way I couldn’t find a nice panel of all of shiratorizawa; look at shirabu

Damn these giant centres...you may have gotten lost after leaving for the bathroom during a tournament. Glancing at your phone you still had some time before the match started 

You could only see a few people around, maybe one of them knew the way back to the main gym

“Excuse me, do you know which way the gym is? I got a little turned around...” the brunette boy you asked turned around with a smile, he seemed willing enough

“Of course! I’ll walk with you” he outstretched his arm for you to grab, you didn’t even know his name but he was so charismatic you gave in. He seemed familiar too....

Along the way you found out his name and school-oikawa tooru, seijoh-realizing you knew him from your team beating his last year, you were never introduced

You spotted your team and grew a little nervous, it would probably be an odd sight, their manger clinging to the pretty boy rival captain

He was quite flirty, and asked for your number, I mean what’s the harm in that? You grabbed his phone and started typing in your contact

You yelped as you felt someone jump on your back “y/n!! What are you doing dear manager-chan!” stumbling back you turn to see Tendou

“Oh uhh I was just talking to Oikawa, I’ll be right there sorry.” You flushed, this was so awkward “I’ll text you later I guess” you wave the setter off

Goshiki was quick to run up to you three yelling about how Ushijima wanted to start warm ups

Tendou was walking circles around you singing ‘k-i-s-s-i-n-g’ you grumbled, begging him to stop before reaching the rest of the team. He did not

Goshiki turned bright red and apologized many times for interrupting you and the seijoh captain

“What about y/n and Oikawa?” Semi asked with glare

“They’re star crossed lovers! Rivals on the court, stealing passionate glances past the net-” “Tendou please!”

Shirabu muttered something under his breath with a pout “better not be planning on transferring or anything”

“Guys we just met! Go warm up or whatever!”

Ushijima and Reon just stood on the sidelines, blinking and rolling their eyes, respectively.

“I don’t see the issue. y/n is pleasant, if they want to date someone from a lesser team that is their choice.” Ushijima stated before finally starting the warm ups

Semi gave you a pat on the back and a half assed reassuring smile

Oh these chaotic crows

It wasn’t often that their third manager was late to practice, and if you were you made it a point to let someone know about your delay

But ten minutes late wasn’t like you at all, Sugawara volunteered to take a quick look around for you

As he opened the door he spotted you, the path to the gym was blocked by two boys, he yelled for Daichi and walked towards the trio

“I mean I’ve heard that the volleyball club had cute managers but you’re smokin! Man you should ditch them and join as our manager” the other boy nodded in agreement before saying something about the vbc hogging all the good ones

Suga cleared his throat making the two boys spin around, you let out a sigh of relief and squeezed your way past the two boys to stand by the setters side

“Sorry to interrupt but you seem to be blocking the way, maybe now would be a good time to leave.” He said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes

“Y/N-SANNN!!” Tanaka and Noya came barrelling towards you, they jumped between you and the pushy boys and started...barking?

Daichi was quick on their tails trying to stop their yelling and grabbing at their collars

Hinata was hidding behind Kageyama with a weary glare, they behind you and behind them was the rest of the tram popping their heads out the door to see what was happening

By the time Kiyoko and Yachi came out to see if you okay the two boys had left

Asahi let out a breath of relief that the situation had been resolved

The other second years offered some smiles and thumbs up as you finally came into the gym

Yamaguchi asked if you were okay, you nodded and smiled at him

Tsukishima stood beside him looking only barley concerned, but he nodded, clearly glad to hear you were alright

Your fellow managers suggested that you all walk to and from practice together from now on, you happily agreed

[unholyimagines]

Choke

JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary; by @maybanktho - JJ in detention. Chaos, fluff, chaotic fluff if you will. He’d be that kid that walks in late with a bag of McDonald’s and calls the teacher by their first name, has the audacity to offer them a french fry, all while wearing a big dimpled grin. Can’t help but love him!

Warnings; choking obvs, teasing, cocky jj, not actual sex tho

A/N; my mind went wild with this one and it’s what the summary says, but smutty. (gif credits?) also i wrote this kinda fast so it’s a bit short and not as sinful as it could’ve been

You were eyeing the clock that was ticking louder than your thoughts as you tried to focus on the test in front of you when suddenly the door the the classroom busted open.

A grinning JJ Maybank walked in with a big smile on his face, his dimples clear as he held a bag that had Heyward’s Seafood written on it.

God that smile melted your heart, but of course, you would never admit it to anyone, being the only girl to have not fallen for the boys tricks.

“Mister Maybank!” the teacher loudly yelled.

“Oh, hey Karen! How you doing today?” he winked at the teacher as he eyed the class that was looking at him in shock.

Mrs Manger, or Karen, was known to be the schools worst teacher and no one ever spoke to her the way JJ just did.

“How dare you show up late to my class? We’re in the middle of a test!” the old woman seethed at the boy.

“Well, I thought I’d stop by to see your delightful face once in a while!” he grinned at her as he walked to be back, sitting next to you.

“Mister Maybank!” she yelled again, now just staring the boy down.

JJ kept silent for a second before his eyes lit up in realization.

“Oh, shit, sorry! Here, you can have some” JJ smiled as he reached into the bag to offer a box of french fries to the teacher who’s face was getting redder by the second.

“Detention!” she simply shouted at him, clearly trying to hold back a few certain words as she sat down, telling everyone to continue their tests.

You tried getting back to failing yours when you felt JJ’s eyes on you, distracting you from even trying to write anything down.

“What?” you shook your head at him, whispering to avoid the teacher yelling at you too.

JJ smirked at you, saying nothing as you were staring to feel nervous under the boys intense gaze.

“You want one?” he finally whispered back, now offering you the french fries.

“What-no!” you pushed back the box but it fell down, causing the silent class to turn their attention towards you.

“What is it now?” Mrs Manger questioned.

“Y/N here rudely declined my offer and-“ JJ started to explain before she interrupted him.

“Detention, both of you” she simply said.

“Wait, what? Why? I didn’t do anything!” you tried, but the teacher just gave you a stare that was enough to shut you up.

Falling back in your seat, you huffed in annoyance.

“C’mon Y/N, can’t be that bad. You get to spend the afternoon with me” JJ winked at you, making you roll your eyes.

As the clock rang, the whole school emptied in a matter of minutes, but you were dragging yourself into detention.

Opening the door to the library where the detention was, you spotted JJ already there, leaning against the window, his eyes glued to you.

You stopped by the teachers table to tell you were there before the man stood up.

“As there is an even number of you here, I’ll divide you into pairs and you can start putting the books back from this cart” the male teacher explained and you hoped you wouldn’t be paired with JJ, knowing it was going to be hard to resist him. Resist to kiss him, or resist to punch him, you weren’t sure yet.

“Y/N Y/L/N, you’re with JJ Maybank” the teacher said you immediately groaned inaudibly, quickly grabbing a handful of books and walking to the back of the library, hoping he wouldn’t follow.

“Hey Y/N, you’re looking really good today” JJ appeared next to you in a second. You frowned at his comment, deciding to keep up your facade of not wanting him.

“I know JJ, why don’t you tell me something I don’t know?” you challenged him and for a moment, you saw him contemplating his next move, clearly not expecting an answer like that.

“Well, I bet you didn’t know that I know you’re into choking?” he smirked at you as your mouth fell slightly open.

“I-uh, wha- how did you know?” you struggled, not finding it in your mind how he knew.

“I didn’t, but now I do” he kept smirking, taking a book from you and placing it on the shelf.

You couldn’t utter out a word, not believing you had fallen for it.

Not wanting to give the satisfaction, you decided to up your game.

“So what if I do? It’s not like you’re ever gonna get to do it” you chuckled lightly, knowing you had hit a nerve as he was proud how he thought he could get any girl.

Suddenly, the books were pulled from your hands and fell to the floor, JJ’s hand now around your throat as he pushed you against the shelf.

“And what makes you think that, baby girl?” he spoke lowly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyes closed for a moment when he nuzzled his face into your hair, slightly biting your ear when you suddenly remembered where you were.

“JJ! You can’t do that! Not here!” you whisper yelled at him, pushing him away from you, trying to remove the sexual tension.

He stumbled back a few steps but the smirk never left his face, it only seemed to get darker.

“Not here? So, should we leave?” he questioned.

“W-what? You- I- what?” you struggled again, not believing how bold the boy was.

He only chuckled at you, going to pick up the books and placing them on the shelf as you just stood there, realizing how hot and bothered you were.

“C’mon now Y/N, these books aren’t gonna get sorted by themselves” JJ taunted you, like nothing had just happened.

You still couldn’t say or do anything.

“Loser says what?” JJ suddenly asked before you had a chance to say anything.

“What?” you frowned at him before realizing what you did. Grabbing a book in frustration, you brought you hand back to smack him with it before he caught your wrist midway.

“You wanna try that again?” he raised an eyebrow at you, pushing you against the shelf again.

“JJ- I don’t...” you started, not really knowing what to say when his face started to inch closer to yours until you felt his breath against yours lips, making yours get stuck in your throat.

“You really think I don’t know what you’re doing?” he whispered, his other hand still holding your wrist as the other went down to your lower back.

“What?” you breathed out, confused about everything that was happening.

“You’re doing a really bad job at trying to resist me. I can see your breath getting faster whenever I’m close to you, your fingers trying to find something do to distract yourself, your eyes trying to avoid mine” he chuckled when you were in fact, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I don’t do that, you’re just trying to-“ you started to ramble but again, a hand was around your throat, lifting your chin up to make eye contact with him.

His eyes seemed a lot darker that normal .

“C’mon, beautiful. Don’t lie to me, just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you” he urged.

“JJ, I-“ you breathed out.

“Just say it” he demanded, his grip getting slightly tighter around your throat.

But you didn’t, instead, you brought your hands up to his hair and pulled his lips to yours, him instantly reacting and kissing you back.

Both of his hands were quickly wandering to your chest, snaking their way under your shirt to grope your tits roughly.

He was pushing his crotch against yours as you were now pressed tight between him and the shelf behind you.

His touches were getting more rough and you would’ve lied if you said you didn’t enjoy it. JJ was pushing all your buttons and you couldn’t control yourself anymore.

“Please, JJ” you whined, needing him.

He was fast to pull your bra over you chest, still under your shirt, pinching and twisting on your nipples, making your breath uneven.

“Shh, baby, you need to be quiet” he whispered after his lips left yours and he was back at nibbling on your ear.

“Fuck” you cried out silently, pushing yourself against him to feel his cock rock hard.

Reaching down to palm him through his pants, he did the same but his fingers slipped inside yours, dipping through your soaked folds.

His middle finger now wet, he used it to rub against your clit, driving you wild from the touch.

He was kissing your neck, his other hand still working on your nipples and you were, faster than ever, starting to reach your peak.

“Shit Y/N, I can’t wait to be inside you” he growled at you. You wanted to cringe at the cheesy comment but you were too caught in the moment to care.

Just before you were ready to cum, the bell rang, signaling that detention had ended.

“But that’s not gonna be today” JJ pulled his hands from you, earning a pained whimper as he hadn’t let you finish.

“No, please. We can go to-“ you tried, wanting to have your orgasm.

“Sorry, baby girl. I’ll see you next time” he winked at you as he fixed his dick in his pants and left you with a smirk.

[dokifluffs]

Resurfaced Feelings | Komori Motoya

Pairing: Komori X Reader (female)

Genre: fluff that really had me going doki doki writing this

Request: “Can i request Headcanons or a scenario with Komori Motoya where he has a crush on Inarizaki’s Manager” - anonnie

Author’s Note: i loved this req so much cause i love like protective type tropes so i may or mahy not have made the twins and basically the inarizaki team protective of y/n 👉👈happy reading! thanks for requesting!! 

The gym wafted the musty stench of sweat of all the players, specifically the six teams that played on the court

Komori chugged his water to cool himself off as the opposing team did their punishment of flying receives for losing, the cool liquid instantly chilling his body but not for long

The squeeze nozzle squeaked, puffing a gust of misty air in his face as he drank the last bits of it to his dismay

You, sat on the bench beside coach Kurosu, made your final notes in the inarizaki volleyball club journal, taking down the stats of the practice match

The team shuffled off as the opposing team did their penalties as well

They picked up their own bottles and chugged away,  sighing and breathing deeply

It was the last match of the day before dinner

“Y/N, could you get me more water please?”

“Sure. Anyone else?” You took Suna’s bottle in hand as well as the twins’ and Aran

“Do you need any help?” Kita asked, dabbing his forehead with his towel

“No, I got it. You guys did so good today!” You playfully waved a bottle as you walked off to the water fountains, already hearing the twins bickering over something about food as you walked away

The air con made goosebumps rise on your arms as you hugged the bottles, standing behind a player

He filled his bottle but was just drinking from the fountain, chugging as much as he could to cool down

You looked around at the same pictures and trophies you had seen almost everyday when you went to practice as you waited patiently

As he finished and turned, your body suddenly collided with his, the bottles dropping to the ground

“Oops,” you breathed as you knelt down to pick it up

“I’m so sorry, let me help you- Y/N?”

You looked up to the familiar voice to meet your middle school friend- Komori Motoya

“Komori?”

He looked so different from what you could remember

Last time you saw him was your middle school graduation and he was just around your height but since then, you only grew a couple inches and it seemed he grew a whole foot, more or less, taller

He picked up two of the bottles for you while you held the other two

You had grown so beautifully, he felt his heart do a little flip, the feelings he thought were long gone , resurfacing

So did the awkwardness he had toward you

You rendered him speechless, making him botch his sentences and reduced him to a stuttering mess but you two were sort of close

“Are you-“

“What’re you-“

“Uh you go first.” You laughed

It was a weird feeling bubbling inside you since you were seeing him again

A great part of you back then wanted to get closer to komori, attracted to his persona and friendliness but it just never happened

“Are you a manager?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, and the mention of being a manger made you remeber why you were here in the first place

“Oh, sorry, could I refill these while we chat?” You asked, now your turn awkwardly looking up to him

“Yeah, no problem,” he stepped aside, gesturing to the fountain for you. “So which team are you no managing for?”

“Inarizaki,” you smiled, as you watched the water level rising in the bottle, setting it to the top of the fountain and starting the next one

“Woah, they’re really strong. With the Miya twins and all…” Komori could feel the intimidation just by watching from the side when Inarizaki played another team

But anyone would with their powerful serves and attacks, their receives able to keep the ball in play no matter what

So far, itachiyama and inarizaki hadn’t done any penalties this entire camp

“What were you gonna ask?” Komori handed you another bottle and screwed one of the filled ones shut for you, securing the lid

“Oh, well I was gonna ask what’re you doing here but then I realized that you must be here as a player, of course…” you laughed awkwardly, feeling the heat of embarrassment wash down your back

“I didn’t know you were into volleyball.” You set the third one aside, hearing a few whistles being blown

“No? I’ve been playing since junior high… well I guess it never became a topic of conversation between us, huh?” He screwed another lid

“Itachiyama’s strong too, especially with Sakusa as the second ace in the nation.” You finally finished and screwed them up

As you gathered the bottles in your arms, Komori slipped two out

“Let me help you,” he took two in hand so you held the other two comfortably

He used his leg and pushed the door open with his body, holding it for you and followed you in suit toward Inarizaki, seeing the teams had shifted

He smiled the way seeing your sway side to side as you walked back to your team but looking up, he felt the coldest chill run up and down his spine

The eyes of the inarizaki team stared past you and right at him seeing an opposing team member with you and now making his way over toward them

“Here you go, ‘Samu, Suna,” you handed the two players their cold drinks as Komori stood awkwardly behind

“Took you long enough,” Osamu scoffed, nudging your shoulder playfully with a slight smirk on his face

As you turned around to get the other two bottles for Atsumu and Aran, Aran had already gotten his and this just left Atsumu who approached him

“What do ya think you’re doin’ with our precious manager, hm?” He acted high and mighty toward Komori, clearly intimidating him

“‘Tsumu, stop it.” Osamu and you said simultaneously, poking his side

Well you poked him lightly but Osamu jabbed his finger into his brother’s side, adding fire to the flame of their bickerings

“Sorry,” you scratched the back of your head. “But it was really nice seeing you again, Komori,” you smiled up to him

He could feel his heart rate picking up the way your eyes seemed brighter but he couldn’t tell if it was cause of the gym’s lights or it was just you

He chose the latter

“It was really nice seeing you, too, Y/N, we should talk more later.” He waved, hoping you didn’t see the flush on his ears as they burned red as he was met with Sakusa and his team walking by to the Inarizaki court

“We’re playing Inarizaki next,” he mumbled through his mask, opting to stand instead of sitting on the bench

Turning around, you were met with the eyes of your team, a few of them glancing back and forth between you and Komori

“Y/N has a boyfriend~” Akagi was at your side, nudging his shoulder into yours, wiggling his brows just the slightest

“I do not!” You shoved the liber back a little. “He’s just an… old friend from middle school,” you glanced over to him, your eyes staying on him a little too long

He stretched his legs, his eyes darting over to your but leaving as fast as he glanced when he met yours

“Just a friend”

But you couldn’t tell if you were saying that more to Inarizaki, who didn’t believe you the slightest bit, or to yourself, trying to give a reason as to why your heart was beating faster after locking eyes with Komori

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[therappundit]

Top 10 Rappers of 2020

The finish line of this long, surreal year is finally upon us...which means that it’s time for me to throw down the gauntlet in the ‘Best of 2020’ frivolous list race!  🙌

*Just to be clear*: this is a list of MCs who I believe turned in the best overall performances in 2020. ***This is NOT a list of the my top 10 favorite MCs***, or even who I believe to be the best MCs in the world at the moment...these are simply dope artists that put forth the strongest, most consistently interesting and important (to the genre) high-quality work in the perilous year that was 2020. 

If you think your favorite MC was slighted....well, Michael Jordan is the greatest to ever play the game of basketball but even he didn’t win MVP every year, right? I encourage you to write your own list - it’s a cool way to dap artists that are too often overlooked by industry websites, and share the music you enjoy with others that may not have given the record a spin otherwise.

Even if 2020 didn’t bring you the “instant classic” you had been hoping for, I think it’s hard to deny that this year really had impressive depth when it came to showcasing some of the most diverse music that the genre has to offer.  I can’t speak for music in general - sadly I’m just The Rap Pundit, not The Music Pundit - but I can say that it has been an impossible task to keep a playlist less than 500 songs deep at a time, because for every truly great release in 2020 there seemed to be 30 very good releases. 👌

So how did I come about these 10 MCs (and Honorable Mentions)? Before you get huffy about who I snubbed (and that is pointed directly at my jury of older head peers that consider themselves tastemakers, but also haven’t opened their minds up to any new takes on rap styles since the year 2000)...here are the five chief pieces of criteria that I put into finalizing my list:

- quality (whatever lane you’re in, how often did you ‘own it’?)

- quantity (at least 10 very good-to-great songs released, and 3-4 verses that stand out as a ‘must-hear’ for any rap music fan)

- consistency (not just 4-5 great features and a few forgettable solo tracks, will I want to keep at least 7 or 8 of your own new songs released in 2020 in my rotation for 2021?)

- impact (are you so vital to the type of rap music you make that if you stopped rapping tomorrow, there’s no one else in the game that could fill that void?)

- “it” factor (are you carried by a co-sign or an elite production team, or did you bring a style/talent to the table that could carry a record in and of itself?)

Got it? Then here we go...

1. Conway the Machine

I hope 2020 was the type of year that Conway the Machine had been hoping for since he first began his journey with rap music. After years of scraping and hustling towards music industry recognition (and not just cult figure status), at year’s end we see Griselda’s top Lieutenant holding down a rare balancing act: champion of underground hip-hop, and most requested feature by any mainstream rap star looking to add some tough-talking muscle to their album.

While much of Conway’s content has always been driven by surviving an attempt on his life in 2012, much like 50 Cent, Conway’s way with words and perspective manage to elevate the quality of his material to a higher tier than most. And where - at least in his heyday - 50 Cent benefited from an indestructible super-villain persona, Conway’s success can be greatly attributed to a larger-than-life heart.  With every braggadocious act of gunplay, there are moments of gratefulness to still being alive to share success with his brethren, as well as a painful longing to be with close allies that are no longer with him (at least not in the physical form).

Above all else, in 2020 Conway the Machine did what he has always done throughout his career: delivered well written, passionate bars about coming up in an impossibly challenging environment and coping with loss...only now his craftsmanship and understanding of how to channel all of those feelings into a more polished final product have yielded the most well-rounded solo project of his career in From King to a God. Progress is a slow process, but the long and winding road has finally taken Conway a step closer to that G.O.A.T. status he will hopefully continue to reach for...

Best Evidence: FKTG, and a countless number of scene-stealing verses alongside rap acts ranging from deep underground to household names

2. Freddie Gibbs

I don't use the word "sauce" all too often (this may actually be the first time), but if there was any MC guaranteed to bring sauce to any rap record right now, it's Freddie Gibbs. 

Forever existing somewhere between gritty gangsta and syrupy old soul, the flavor that Freddie brings to every verse is malleable enough to work on virtually any type of record, which was certainly proven in 2020. Anyone foresee a Gibbs & Alchemist Grammy nomination heading into 2020? It’s a testament to how high quality work, through consistent reliability and dues paid, can elevate a project from underground niche following to critical acclaim. While his work with Alchemist may not reach the lofty levels of his heralded collaborations with Madlib, Alfredo represents the best that “quarantine music” can offer...two talented friends saying one day, “hey we should finally drop a full tape together, why not?” - and then BOOM, it happens.

Too many fail to remember that Gibbs already has a long accomplished body of work behind him...so the fact that he may just be entering his prime now, is scary.

Best Evidence: Alfredo, Machinedrum’s “Kane Train”

3. Boldy James

Comeback MC of the year, and no it is not close (but big shout-out to Grafh, another dope MC who had an amazing year).

I'm old enough to remember when folks like Roc Marciano and Ka were seen as sleepy, monotone rappers with little hope of reaching permanent rap icon status (flash-forward to today, and they are widely consider geniuses). For some, the quieter, less hook-dependent approach to making rap songs, was....well, not great rap music. They were wrong then and they’re wrong now, but similar to how the coolest, smartest cat in the room is rarely the loudest, it can take some time and patience before everyone learns what’s what. Time is what is required to appreciate Detroit’s Boldy James, a veteran that has been through it - both in terms of the ups and downs of the music business, as well as the streets through which he draws his stories and inspiration.

Boldy makes it seem all too easy, rapping his verses with the cool, casual tone of telling old stories to a close friend over drinks. Dropping multiple projects (with one still to come) in one year can often lead to over-saturation. Even the most dedicated fans/stans can begin to feel less enthusiastic about new releases when they have already received a healthy portion of more of the same...but most rap fans are not necessarily Boldy James fans. Boldy fans (much like Roc Marciano and Ka fans) are already aware that knowing what type of material to expect from your favorite MC can be a blessing if that MC takes pride in the execution of the final product, rather than the noise leading up to it. 

The beauty of his collaboration with The Alchemist (big year for that guy, huh?), The Price of Tea in China, is that it celebrates the more subtle nuances of boom-bap, proving that great MC and producer chemistry can trump the “shock & awe” of more uptempo rap music. The shock in Boldy James’ lyrics sits within the detailed descriptions of the cold world he grew up in...so monotone or not, how can any music could be more gripping than that?

Best Evidence: TPOTIC, Manger On McNichols, a long list of consistently perfect feature verses

4. 42 Dugg

I would say this is more of a longterm investment rather than the celebration of a rapper already within rap’s inner circle, but 42 Dugg didn’t just steal the show on every feature this year, he also displayed maturity in his ability to craft well-rounded, high quality rap singles. I’m talking joints that work just as well on the street tape level as they would at the radio level. That is especially rare to see from a rapper that is still relatively new to national conversations. 

So much more than just a co-sign of Lil Baby and Yo Gotti, the Detroit eastsider has already proven that he can craft a full solo album with the swagger of a far more seasoned MC. 42 Dugg combines a Boosie-esque, "oh you think you’re better than me??” chip on his shoulder with the unpredictable bombast of Lil Wayne. What he may lack in punchlines he makes up for in musicianship, his voice bringing one of the most nimble touches to trap music that I have heard in a long time. 42 Dugg music is hard and soulful, with the natural hunger of a rapper that knows me might be one smash away from superstardom. By this time next year, I’m betting he will be. 

Best Evidence: Young & Turnt 2 (Deluxe), features on high profile records like Lil Baby’s “Grace” and “We Paid”, and a growing stream of attention grabbing solo loosies

5. Rome Streetz

In 2020 it was almost impossible to be an underground MC with a great project unless you landed a Rome Streetz verse. 

Rome has been bubbling for a while now, but in 2020 he unleashed an onslaught on the game. At times he seemed like the hardest working MC in underground circles, busting his ass to not only make as many appearances as possible, but also to own any song he guested on. He raps like every verse might be “the one” that gets him a huge contract, and that’s a level of hunger and consistency that will likely land him more than one huge contract someday. In spite of that laundry list of strong features, the young Brooklyn MC still managed to release multiple dope solo projects, all flashing a rap style that feels at once a throwback and the fresh voice NYC rap needs. 

Rome is clearly from the same school as many of the New York City greats, because he has the capacity to deliver dark, potent bars with the sharp intellect of a Harvard lecture (think AZ before “Sugar Hill”). While he sounds most at home when he’s rhyming over instrumentals that run more coldblooded than a horror flick, it’s easy to picture him popping up in more places in 2021...if that’s even possible.

Best Evidence: Noise Kandy 4, Kontraband, The Residue, and at least 50 incredible features with a who’s-who of the underground’s finest

6. Stove God Cook$

No one saw this coming....well, maybe Roc Marciano, Lord Jamar, Busta Rhymes and a few more NYC heads in the know - but I guarantee you, no one else saw the Stove God coming!

Bar for bar, no MC owned more rewind-worthy rap quotables in 2020 than Stove God Cook$. Dropping a solo debut with VERY little fanfare and zero features (apart from the steady, reliable guidance of Roc Marciano - low key one of hip-hop’s most reliable producers), a slow bubbling word of mouth campaign on social media eventually got Stove God verses exposed to more and more high profile ears. Such a grass roots campaign is rarely seen...I mean, a rap album slowly becoming a critical darling simply off the strength of more and more random folks discovering the music and Tweeting about it, as opposed to the buzz being calculated before the product??? It feels almost too good to be true these days, as early reviews of Reasonable Drought typically lead with something along the lines of, “hey, have you heard of this album? I have no idea who this is, but it is 🔥🔥🔥”

It has often been said that Roc Marciano has a lot of “sons” in the game, implying that Roc Marci gave birth to a style that a whole generation of underground MCs run with today. So it’s ironic (or perhaps highly appropriate?) that the next level of progression for Roc might be to have a protege, a young Jedi to carry on the tradition on Roc’s own terms, and become the next new star to be embraced by the old heads. But Stove God isn’t a clone of Roc, or anyone else, he’s simply one of the most exciting artists to hit the NYC underground in a generation. Everything from his word choice, to his fresh references and sense of humor, to his delivery and the way he structures his verses, feels like a collection of “firsts”, there’s simply no one sounding like him. And if his work in 2020 is any indication, he will continue to be in a league of his own for years to come.

Best Evidence: Reasonable Drought, spotlight snatching features alongside Roc Marciano and Griselda’s finest

7. Lil Baby

Once viewed by some as just another “Lil”, Lil Baby had been rollin’ coming into 2020, but by the end of 2020 it’s clear that he has arrived at the forefront of rap music’s most reliable hitmakers right now. 

A must-have feature on any rap album reaching for max exposure, Lil Baby’s dexterous flow, charisma, and pen that is significantly sharper than early reports indicated, made him one of the few shining stars in 2020 to consistently deliver good rap music to what in any other year would have been considered smash hits in any club.

What makes Lil Baby’s music standout is that he could easily be a “cookie cutter” MC, phoning in verse after verse just to get another check, but instead he continues to bring it - trying to squeeze in an extra catchy lyric, maybe flow in a way that breaks up a verse to make it stand out from the pack a little more - and even when he is featured over cookie cutter beats that sound like every other trap inspired beats that came before it, Baby seems eager to prove something. I think that’s what I like about him - he’s on a short list of mainstream-bred Young Thug disciples that seem to really want to put the work in to becoming one of the greats. 

Best Evidence: I mean...did any rap star have more songs in circulation this year? Dude was everywhere, but “The Bigger Picture” got his name officially into the lyricist conversation (even though personally I don’t even think it’s one of his more impressive records - at least not stylistically)

8. Westside Gunn

No one denies that the Griselda Records team had a banner year, yet somehow the vocal leader of the group managed to drop a handful of dope projects without receiving credit for being a great MC in his own right. Great artist, great album curator, great business man - sure, but great MC?? That credit is rarely given to the FLYGOD. He might not even understand how natural he is as a solo MC, waxing unpredictable flows and half-bars that stick in your mind in place of catchy hooks or predictable song structure. He might call himself an artist first, but I still call him one of the most prolific rappers today (regardless of whether he retires after the ball drops).

I can’t believe I have to tell rap fans this in the year 2020...but......you all know that message and punchlines are just part of the art of rapping, right...and not the only thing that defines who is a dope MC and who isn’t?? Play any solo cut from Westside Gunn and filter out the “doot-doot-doots” and stream of conscious hooks and what you are left with is one of the most distinctive voices in rap music, attempting off-kilter flows and phrases over some of the most impressive production in rap music today, and to me that sounds like my kind of rap music. What the Buffalo floor general lacks in diversity of subject matter he makes up for with a relentless imagination.

That’s why it’s not all that surprising to me that Westside Gunn enjoyed more mainstream attention in 2020 than he ever has before. All he needed was a window of exposure and he certainly capitalized on it, pitching his sound and his vision in all the right places, without compromising his style or vacating his lane. So strictly as a MC, I would consider him the Young Thug of the east coast underground scene, and if 2020 does turn out to be his final year of recording solo projects, I am thankful that he already has a long list of quality projects with high replay value to revisit again and again. But don’t wait - give this man his flowers now.

Best Evidence: “Euro Step”, “Rebirth”, “327″, “Shawn vs. Flair”, “Michael Irvin”, and YES he even had a more than worthy verse on “$500 Ounces” alongside Freddie Gibbs and Roc Marciano

9. Benny the Butcher

Who else is more reliable to deliver a dope feature verse than Benny?

By now you must be muttering at least a few things about me, so let me just make two points: YES, I am a big fan of Griselda records, but NO I do not consider that an unreasonable bias because even on paper according to a large variety of sources, it’s clear that Conway, Boldy James, Westside Gunn and Benny are true specialists when it comes to the quality of the work they distribute. Its not a fluke or a trend, they’re just that good at what they do...I have been saying this for almost 5 years now, but in 2020 the rest of you sleepy heads finally just stopped hitting snooze.

Benny the Butcher already possesses the writing capacity, attention to detail, and skills of observation/personal reflection to put himself within special company as one of the nicest pens in the business today. But in 2020, he dialed things up even higher...or perhaps word of mouth just finally caught up with the rest of his peers? The tribute to the classic Roc-A-Fella era that was his Burden of Proof project with Hit-Boy helped expose Benny to a much larger audience, and it has been beautiful to see so many more folks quoting and sharing his lyrics on Twitter, because I recall when he had about the same amount of Followers that I do, because it wasn’t all that long ago (I just hope they go back to experience all of his prior work - I’m still partial to his incredible verses on “Shower Shoe Lords” and “Pissy Work”)! 

In my not so humble opinion, I do think some of the more dramatic pomp and circumstance on the BOP album was more suited to a Rick Ross or Meek Mill than Benny, so I’m actually more excited to hear what Benny has in store for 2021. He truly sounds at his best over more minimalistic production that lets his lyrics fill the spotlight...but still, tracks like “Timeless” and “Legend” do remind me of some of my favorite moments from old JAY-Z albums...blasphemous, maybe, but true.

A shot to the leg last month seems to have done nothing to slow his momentum, so if you didn’t board the bandwagon by now, you are inexcusably late.

Best Evidence: Burden of Proof, mercilessly slaughtering every verse on every Griselda projects, and a ton of show-stealing features

10. Drakeo the Ruler

What a journey it's been for the L.A. rising star. 

Flexing a penchant for placing local slang into his music and delivering dark verses with a clear sense of humor, it's easy to see the appeal of Drakeo's style. If Thank You For Using GTL was an inspiring attempt to do anything possible to keep his buzz going (in that case, recording his verses over a prison phone), the quick release of We Know The Truth shortly after he regained his freedom seems to have given him a 50 Cent-esque teflon aura at the moment. 

But this is about more than just Drakeo himself, it’s about what he represented before incarceration, and what he represents now. As one of the more visible forces in a new generation of west coast hip-hop, Drakeo was a few key features away from exploding onto the national scene. Now after surviving his ordeal, likely with a great deal more to write about, his ceiling has only been raised - and along with his growth potential, so rises the potential for the current rap scene out in L.A. right now. Mark my words: by this time next year Drakeo’s flow will be one of the most flagrantly jacked flows in rap music coast to coast.

A sincere welcome home from the rap world, Drakeo the Ruler. Hopefully the worst is now behind you. 🙏

Best Evidence: We Know The Truth, Free Drakeo, Thank You For Using GTL

*Honorable Mentions*:

Che Noir, Ka, Ransom, Billy Woods, Royce Da 5′9″, Jay Electronica, Fly Anakin, Curren$y, Lil Uzi Vert, Roc Marciano, Skyzoo, Black Thought, Tee Grizzley, Your Old Droog, Flee Lord, Lil Wayne

[inquisitive-mess]

A Slice of Happiness Part 1

Including Jane Paker @altairtalisman and mention of Amalia of Cleves @pandora-dusk

T/W: Mild Language

It was an early evening when Ann and Jane were standing in front of an upscale italian restaurant near West End of London. Ann was telling Jane that one of her customers told her about this place and how supposedly they had really good food. She also told her that she been wanted to check it out, but didn't want to go alone, because she doesn't like the feeling having people staring at her as she ate alone and was little scare on coming since it was close to the theatre. Jane already knew Ann situation understood that and took her on the offer, if she was willing to pay saying this in a joking matter, which Ann accepted it. Jane explain to her that she was kidding and said she would done it without her doing that, but Ann told Jane that she was the one who invited her and was going to pay for it to begin with. Jane soon admit defend and let her pay for it. They soon walk inside the building and enjoy their meal.

Once they were done with their meal, Jane said " At least your customer was right about the food. It was great and I really enjoyed it. Thanks for the invite." Ann replied back " It was nothing. I'm glad you like it. Maybe you can take Mali here one of these days for a date." This made Jane blush a little as she thought about them having a date here and how Mali would enjoy it. Jane smiled and said " I think I will, once we find the time to do so. " Ann then told Jane " I will give you guys money to pay for it. It's the least I do for ruining your guys date." Jane protested and explained to Ann " Ann, we talk about this. I don't blame you for what happen back then. The others think the same thing too. It was an accident and it could of happen to anyone. Plus you manage to calm yourself down once we were in the car for good amount of time and the others still enjoy their date in the end. Stop beating yourself up for it." Ann would like to believe Jane that it was alright, but she still feel awful on what happen. She thought she could handle it since she was with friends, but it just bought back bad memories of her past and how she vulnerable she still was.

The waiter soon came by and handed them the check folder. Ann took the check, look at cost on the bill inside it, pull out some cash of her jacket pocket, and put inside the check folder as they wait for waiter to come back. Jane still gets little amazed whenever she see Ann pulls out a stack of bills and how she treats it like this was normal. She remembered when she found out how well off Ann was when they went clothes shopping and Ann didn't seem to care how much it cost when the total came up. Ann did explain the reason why to Jane on the way home and Jane learn somethings about Ann and her way of thinking. Jane, in some way, admire Ann on how she hasn't fallen into temptation and lose herself, unlike other people who lose themselves into corruption or greed due to how much money they have. The waiter did come back to pick up the folder on the table and head to a register to pay out the bill.

As they were waiting, they heard a fellow patron yelling at table behind them " What do you mean it can't take my card? I told you that I have the funds to pay for it, what is it you can't understand?" Both Ann and Jane slowly turn their head just enough to see what was going on. They see an frustrated older man raising his voice at a scared young waitress. She try to stay calm and explain to the man in nervous tone " As I said earlier, we can't accept your card because out card machine is down and only taking cash. We have it posted as soon as you walk in and the hosts told you this also." The man looking more annoyed and told the waitress " How is that my problem? I only have cards with me. Who carries cash with them, anyway? You either going to accept my card or my meal will be free." Ann and Jane slowly moved their head back to their table and cringe at the scene of rudeness and entitlement. It's true they use to be nobility in their past life, but they can't ever recall being straight up jerks to people, even to least fortunate. Jane doesn't really encounter this much, but Ann does due to her job. Ann would see this at her shop once in a while and would of shut them down as soon as it happens. She would said something by now, but she didn't want to get involved and want to leave, so she and Jane can go home. Their waiter soon came back and hand them the check folder to show their bill was paid. Ann took the receipt and change, but left a few bills in the folder to give as a tip, put in her pocket, and they both got up from the table.

As this was happening, the manger of the restaurant came to older man table and ask him " Hello there, what seems to be the problem?" The man replied " Yes, there is. As I was telling your useless employee, I don't have cash with me and only have cards to pay for my bill, but she not take my payment. Something about the machine being down, which by the way is very inconvenient. So I told her that you guys either accept my card or walking out of here with a free meal." The manger listen to the man complain and wait until he was done talking to answer him " What my employee said is correct. Our card machine is down, which we are sorry for. We did post signs in front of the doors and inform the host about this to tell our customer about it. I'm sorry about the inconvenience, but as we stand now we only taking cash. If you are so adamant on using your card, I would be gladly take it, make paper copy of it, and manually type it into the system, so you do get charged." This cause the man to get really upset and cause him to stand up pushing the chair back to yell at the manager "Like hell I'm going to let you do that without me watching you guys put it in. I know for a fact you using this sad excuse to steal my card information, so you can charge me whatever amount. Nice try though. I'm going to take my stuff and leave here with a free meal."

Unknown to the older man that when he push the chair back, he cause a younger waiter carrying a dessert trip on the leg of the chair and send it flying to air, which end up hitting the side of Ann's face. Jane was in complete shock when she saw this and Ann just stand there as the plate fall on the floor. Ann pick up the plate and place it on the table, then she grab whatever dessert on her face with a napkin leaving some still on her and putting on the plate. She turn head to look at the young waiter on the ground with apologize look on his face expecting him to get yell at, but she knew it wasn't his fault this happen. She turn her head to the older man who was ready to leave and when she yell in angry tone " Hey asshole." This cause the man stop and everyone in the restaurant to look at them. Ann walk to the the man and continued "You think it okay to just assaulted someone and leave here without paying. What is wrong with you?" The man was took back this, but responded to Ann " What in the hell are you talking about? I didn't do a damn thing to you. You should be take this up with the dumb waiter who threw food at you." Ann was getting more irritated by this man and said " Well, maybe if you didn't decide to push your chair back while you were having a tantrum about not giving them your card to pay, he wouldn't have trip and fall, which cause this to happen." The man then spoke "Do you not know...." Ann interrupt him " I don't give a damn who the hell you are. All I see is that you're a entitled jerk who here trying to get free food because you didn't read the clearly mark sign on the doors or listen to the host when they told you this as you sat down and now you're blaming people due to it. Well, here some news for you, nobody here think you are in the right to treat the staff like this, especially since this was your fault. Now you have two choices, you either going to hand the manger your card to pay for your meal or I'm going to call the authorities and let you be charge with theft and assault. It's your choice." The man grumble, pull out his card, and gave to the manger. The manger then grab old credit card imprinter, made a paper copy in front of the man, gave the card back, and went to the back to type it into the system. While waiting, Jane help the young waiter off the floor, ask them if he okay, and walk next to Ann. She hasn't seen Ann this upset before and wonder what going to happen next. The manger soon came back, hand the receipt and the paper copy to the older man, he put in his pocket, and left the restaurant with angry look on this face.

Once the man left, Ann turn to the manger and waitress and said in a sincere voice" I'm sorry for disturbing your restaurant and ruining the experience for your customers. I take full responsibility for it and accept the punishment for it, but please don't hold my friend accountable. She just a innocent person in this and didn't know about I plan." Jane felt like Ann shouldn't get in trouble for what happen and was ready to defend her, but the manger spoke in a calm tone" In any normal circumstances I would of kick you out and ban you on coming back, but seeing as he started this, insulted my staff, and did unintentionally attack you. I could let this slide, but I don't want you do something like that again here. Do I make myself clear?" Both Jane and Ann nodded and said " Yes" The manger then told Ann "Also I like to say thank you for standing up for my staff. I know people sometimes don't appreciate them, but it's nice to see when people do care about them." The manger did ask the waitress if she okay and she smiled showing them she was okay. The manger soon said as the restaurant went back to normal " If you excuse me, I will take my left. I would like to say I'm sorry you got caught in this mess and got dirty from it. I would of comp your meal in some way, but see that you guys were on your way out. There really not much I do, but I can give this card and when you guys do come again, just show your waiter this and I will personally reduce the prices on your meals, how does that sound?" Ann would normally not accept this, since it goes against what she was taught, but she decided to accept it, the manger gave her the card, and when on their way to check on the staff involved. Jane and Ann soon left the restaurant and went on their way home.

As Ann was walking with Jane to her apartment, Ann try to hand Jane the card and said " Here. You can take Mali to the place next time you guys have a chance. " Jane try to protect, but Ann explained " Look Jane, I know you told me not worry about what happen on your date, but it still bothers me that I kind of ruin it. So please accept this? It would show at least I try." Jane couldn't resist Ann pled since she know Ann wasn't going to drop it, so she took the card and put in her pocket as they continue walk. They soon got to Jane's place and ready to say their goodbye when Jane ask " Hey Ann, you could come inside and wash off the remain food crumbs still on you?" Ann shook her head and said " Thanks for the offer, but I need to go home, so I can wash my hair out completely to remove whatever that food was and wash my jacket as well, especially since it has a strong smell to alcohol to it. I wonder what was that dessert anyway?" Jane walk up to Ann, stick one of fingers out to wipe off one of the food crumbs on Ann's jacket, took a sniff of it, and recognized the smell. Jane then answer her as she clean her finger with a cloth" If I took guess by the smell and what it look like in the restaurant, I would say it was tiramisu." Ann looked confused and Jane then remembered that Ann wasn't familiar with sweets. Jane explained " Sorry, I forgot you not a sweet person. It's an Italian dessert where it has ladyfingers dipped in coffee that layer with whipped mascarpone cheese, egg, sugar, and had powder cocoa. Sometimes they put liquor in it for a extra kick. Mali and I had try some before. It was really good. I think you may like it, since it isn't that sweet." Ann listen to Jane and though of maybe trying it out. Ann nodded and said " Well, I better get going. See you later then." They soon part ways and Ann head home to get herself clean up from tonight mess and get ready for work tomorrow.

Next

[raywritesthings]

Sin and Celebration

My Writing Fandom: Arrow Characters: Laurel Lance, Sin Lance (aka not Arrow’s version), Oliver Queen Pairing: Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen Summary: Laurel and her young charge inspire and attend the Queens' holiday party. Notes: AU where after Oliver leaves at the end of season 1, instead of falling into drinking and pills as a coping mechanism, Laurel instead puts her energy towards taking in one of the orphans from the Glades left without a home, thus introducing the character of Sin (and a more comics-accurate version of Sin at that) into the Arrowverse as Laurel's adoptive daughter/ward. *Can be read on AO3, link is in bio*

Another long day, or maybe it just felt that way thanks to it getting darker earlier and earlier most nights. Laurel had left the office to pick Sin up from school, and the two of them had gotten dinner out. She was trying more to cook at home, but some days Laurel just wanted the opportunity to relax with her young charge. Spending time with Sin, watching the small girl slowly start to open up more, was one of the few remaining bright spots in her life, and truthfully it had kept her going.

By the time they got back to the apartment, Laurel was ready to put the girl to bed and call it a night, but Sin tugged on Laurel’s hand just before they could cross the threshold. “Laurel, how come we don’t have one?”

“Have one what, sweetie?” Laurel asked, looking back as Sin pointed to the wreaths hanging on most of her neighbors’ doors. Come to think of it, Sin had been looking around with big eyes at all the lights and the big tree downtown, too. “Oh. Well, the neighbors must have decorated for Christmas.”

“But you don’t?”

They walked inside, and Laurel set her purse aside, shrugging out of her coat before crouching down to help Sin out of hers. “Not really. That’s okay though, isn’t it?”

She worried her lip. Being that Sin was originally from China, she ought to have done some research into holidays important to her culture; just because Laurel didn’t bother to celebrate any of the milestones she’d grown up knowing didn’t mean she wanted to rob Sin of that experience.

Sin shrugged. “I don’t mind. There was a little tree at the orphanage, and some of the kids said they used to get presents. I don’t get what it’s gotta do with a baby being born, but the lights and stuff were pretty.”

Laurel found herself smiling a little, even as her heart gave a sad sort of twinge. The baby she associated the most with Christmas hadn’t lain in a manger, but Sara was no more present than the son of God.

She supposed it didn’t hurt decorating a little and getting Sin presents. The holiday was so commercialized anyway, and her charge had clearly already been exposed to it. “Okay. How about tomorrow, we’ll take a look around the shops and you can pick out what we should put up around the apartment?”

That was what found Laurel out at the stores bright and early on her day off, wandering up and down aisles of tinsel, green branches and red ribbons. Sin’s brow was furrowed in concentration as she hunted for the perfect wreath for their door. Laurel was happy to let her take the lead, feeling pretty out of depth herself.

Keeping her eyes on the young girl meant that Laurel didn’t quite see the person around the corner until they crashed shoulders. “Oh, sorry.”

“That’s okay. Hey,” Oliver replied, a smile lighting his face as he took in her appearance. 

Laurel found herself smiling back. “Hey.”

Things had become less awkward between them ever since Laurel had recused herself from his mother’s case once Moira had rejected the plea deal and had been set to be charged with the death penalty.

“I’m sorry, Adam, but I can’t expose Sin to something like this,” she had told her boss. “She’s curious about everything to do with my work.” Truthfully, Laurel herself didn’t favor the death penalty after her experience with Peter Declan last year, and she’d been grateful to get out of having to prosecute a woman she had known since her childhood.

In the present, Oliver smiled down at Sin and returned her shy wave. “What are you ladies up to today?”

“Shopping for decorations,” she answered.

His eyebrows rose up his forehead. “Wow, that’s a change.”

Laurel gave a half-hearted eyeroll. “What about you?”

“The same, actually. I’m hosting a party at the manor for my mother. Well, it’s a Christmas party, too, but I wanted to celebrate her being home with us.”

Laurel nodded. As unbelievable as Moira’s acquittal had been, she was happy for Oliver and Thea that they hadn’t had to face that loss.

“A party?” Sin asked at her side.

“Yeah, Ollie’s family has a party each year,” Laurel told her.

“Can we go? I’ve never been to a Christmas party.”

“Uh,” Laurel said, an awkward laugh leaving her. She patted Sin’s shoulder gently. “It’s not polite to invite yourself over to someone else’s home, honey.”

“That’s okay. Of course, you both are invited,” Oliver immediately excused. “Actually… that’s really not a bad idea, making it a family thing. Isabel, my co-CEO, she doesn’t feel I’ve done a lot to endear myself to the board,” he explained. “Maybe I ought to try getting to know them more as people, mothers and fathers. It’s my family’s company, it should feel like a family.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me,” Laurel told him. She knew he’d had some missteps early on with assuming the role — and Sebastian’s early attacks against him certainly hadn’t helped any — but she was glad to see him still trying.

“Laurel,” Sin said, tugging on her coat. She pointed to a wreath hanging just over Ollie’s shoulder. “That one.”

“Yeah?”

Sin nodded. Oliver reached and plucked it off the rack, holding it out.

“There you go.”

“Thanks. Okay, I think we just need a tree, and that should about do it,” Laurel decided. “You’ll send me the party details?”

“Yep,” Oliver agreed. “Uh, Laurel,” he called out before they’d gotten four steps back down the aisle. “The trees are outside.”

“I’m just grabbing a boxed one,” she admitted, looking back over her shoulder in time to see his crestfallen expression.

“But it’s Christmas. You have to have a real tree.”

Sin looked up at her with those pleading eyes Laurel was really starting to suspect her young charge had a lot more control over than she let on. She let out a sigh.

“Come on, I’ll help you get it loaded onto the car.” Oliver actually ended up coming over to help carry the thing up to their apartment and get it in place in the tree stand, then a call on his phone had him excusing himself to let them do the decorating. She followed Sin’s instructions on where to hang the ornaments on the higher branches and even lifted the girl up so she could put the star on top. Her budget didn’t love how much they’d spent today, but it was worth it for the smile on Sin’s face. It was a sight becoming more common as the months passed, but Laurel always felt a swell of pride that she managed to put it there. If she could make this one child happy, then maybe it hadn’t been a mistake that she’d survived the Undertaking when so many — when Tommy — hadn’t.

The night of the Queen’s party arrived, and Laurel led Sin up the steps after handing her keys off to the valet. She waved off the attendant coming to take their coats. “It’s okay, we can do it.” Sin liked knowing where her possessions were at all times, part of growing up with nothing, she knew. So Laurel led them over to the closet off to the side and helped her hang it up herself so she could see the whole process.

A four-piece orchestra was playing from the ballroom, so they followed the sound. Laurel was glad she had guessed right on the attire for adults and worn a deep green evening dress. Sin also blended in with the other kids in her sweater, skirt and patterned tights.

Waiters skirted the edge of the dance floor with trays of appetizers, some decidedly more kid-friendly than not. Clumps of people stood gathered around, talking and even smiling, though as Laurel watched Mrs. Queen making the rounds greeting people there was definitely still some tension there.

There were holiday-themed games set up for the children off to one side, musical chairs with Christmas carols serving as the music and a felt red nose with Velcro attached to one side for the kids to try and pin on a picture of what had to be Rudolph. Other kids were coloring pages with Santa or snowmen or dreidels printed on them.

“Do you want to go play?” Laurel asked her charge, as Sin was still sticking to her side. “You don’t have to unless you want.”

“Maybe just a little,” Sin decided.

“Okay. Come get me for anything, alright? Even if you just want to go home.”

Sin nodded and then jogged off towards the other kids. Laurel watched her go with a smile; she knew Sin was having a little trouble making friends at her new school, so to see her willingly engaging with others her own age was a good sign.

“She looks happy,” Oliver remarked, and it honestly didn’t surprise her to find him standing a few feet behind her.

“Yeah. Thanks for the invite. Looks like a succcess.”

Oliver smirked. “I really have you and Sin to thank for that. Almost all of our attendees are parents. If you hadn’t given me the idea to make it a family event, I imagine they wouldn’t have bothered to come.”

“I guess we’re helping each other out, then.”

A cheer went up from the kids’ side of the room. Sin had unerringly found Rudolph’s nose to pin the red felt to, and she was flushed with pride as she took off the blindfold. Laurel was tempted to go over and offer her praise, but she also didn’t want to interrupt the kids.

The orchestra started a new song, and she felt Oliver’s fingers brush her elbow. “Care for a dance?”

“Okay,” she agreed tentatively, allowing herself to be lead out onto the dance floor where Oliver’s secretary was already swaying with a lanky young man with brown hair. She placed one hand in Oliver’s and rested the other on his shoulder while his hand went to her waist. How many times had they danced like this at one of his family’s high society events, both before and after they had ever become involved? It didn’t have to mean anything more than it used to all those years before. They were still friends, after all.

They had nearly been something more, but when he had left last spring it had nearly destroyed her. She’d been lucky to find out the plight that children like Sin were facing after their homes, families or the orphanages they had lived in had been lost. Taking in Sin had given her someone to pour her love and attention into who wouldn't end up refusing it, a way to be needed. When Oliver had come back, even if she could understand why he had needed the time away, she had had to turn him down; she wasn’t about to simply forget the girl she had made herself the legal guardian of just because the man she had been trying to forget about the last five months had come back into her life.

Things with Oliver were just too undefined and ever-changing to introduce into the stability she was trying to give Sin’s life right now as well. There were times like now where she felt completely on the same page as him, like they could read each other perfectly. Then other times his decisions made absolutely no sense. So no matter how nice it felt to be held in his arms or to rest her cheek on his shoulder while they shuffled side to side in a world of their own, she knew all the while it couldn’t and wouldn’t last, and that when the song had ended, the distance would grow between them once again.

In fact, it was earlier. She felt Oliver stiffen for just a second, his fingers flexing against her back. His gaze was over her head, and a glance back showed her Mr. Diggle was clearly trying to communicate something.

“You need to go?” She guessed.

“Uh.” Oliver’s step faltered, though he avoided stepping on her toes at least. “Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. I should be getting home with Sin for her bedtime.” She withdrew from his embrace, smoothing at the folds in her dress.

“You’re a— you make a wonderful guardian to her, Laurel,” he told her. “I’m really glad you found each other.”

“I am, too. Goodnight, Ollie. Merry Christmas.” She turned and left the dance floor, finding Sin coloring at the table with a look of concentration on her face. “Almost done?”

Sin nodded. Laurel went to fetch their coats and helped Sin back into hers when she returned. She stopped by Thea and Mrs. Queen briefly to thank them for the nice evening, and then they were heading back out into the cold to wait for the valet to bring the car around.

“You really like him, right?” Sin asked, and Laurel blinked and looked down.

“Oliver?”

“Yeah. Does he like you back?”

Laurel smirked. That was the question of the year, wasn’t it? “What do you think?”

“I think so.” It was stated with a child’s matter-of-fact certainty, and she couldn’t resist reaching out to pat the top of the girl’s head.

“How’d you like your first Christmas party, Sin?”

“It was great! I hope we go next year, too.”

Laurel wasn’t sure she could see that far into next year. Things in her life seemed to change drastically all the time. But if she were a betting woman, there would have to be two constants going forward: this girl she had brought into her home and her heart, and the inescapable push and pull between herself and Oliver Queen.

“Yeah, me too.”

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

Falling for You has Never been So Literal

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Summary: Virgil's too gay for this shit. He's outie. (Or Virgil saw a hottie. What's he supposed to do? Stay conscious? Unrealistic) Warnings: Fainting, gay too much, swearing, breaking promises (but in the best way possible don’t worry) Parings: Romantic sleepxiety, platonic prinxiety

Inspired by @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors being just Too Gay and also fueling my inability to not write Too Gay 

It had been a long day. Nothing new, of course- it was retail. What did Virgil expect? To be shown basic human decency? Unrealistic.

His shift only had an hour left to it, however, and Virgil was just hoping that his next customers could not be dicks. Was that too much to ask?

Speaking of demons, Virgil heard the sound of clicking approaching his stand, a lovely little spot shoved near one of the back corners of the store. There wasn't much to actually purchase here, so if someone was coming, it was almost definitely a customer approaching.

Mental fingers crossed for some very basic interaction that did not involve asking him to lower prices or any other crappy thing someone could come up with, Virgil ducked his head and waited for the customer to start handing over their soon-to-be purchases. A little awkward, yes, but what could he say? He wasn't a big fan of eye contact.

"I hope you found everything to your satisfaction." Virgil mumbled. Company policy to ask. He thought it was a little stupid, given customers who had a problem had a tendency to just tell you that, but it was still policy, and Virgil still didn't want to be fired just yet.

"Everything was just fine, darlin', thanks for asking." The customer replied as Virgil scanned through their purchases. Mostly just coffee beans and a few bottles of nail polish.

"That's good." Virgil said back, slightly more cognizant of the conversation. Responding wasn't strictly required, but it was preferred. And, well, he wasn't just going to say the customer had a nice voice, that would be weird, but, well... he was definitely thinking it.

Caught up in his totally not gay thoughts, Virgil finished the bagging automatically, pushing the groceries to the side as he punched in a few more things on the register. Finally, he actually looked up at the customer, about to ask how they planned on paying today.

His voice dried up in his throat before he even had the chance to use it, however, which probably had something to do with the fact that idling at his station was arguably the prettiest man he had ever seen.

The customer, aka Hottie McHottieFace, was sporting the absolutely most basic jeans, shirt, and (leather) jacket combo Virgil had ever seen, but it looked very, very good on him. Sunglasses were criminally hiding eyes that Virgil was relatively sure would kill him if he saw them, and his dark brown hair was pulled into a braid over his shoulder.

Worst of all, the customer was smirking at Virgil, intent probably harmless, but the consequences most certainly not.

Virgil wasn't sure how long he stood there, wordlessly gaping, face steadily turning into a cherry, but eventually the customer asked, voice teasing, "See somethin' you like, hun?"

Words, that's right, Virgil had to say words while looking at someone or it was rude. But upon moving his mouth, Virgil found that was apparently not a thing he could do anymore. He was fairly sure he was making some noises, but they were definitely not building themselves into any thing understandable

The whole 'clearly trying to speak and failing' thing wasn't going unnoticed by Hottie McHottieFace, who propped their sunglasses up with a frown and oh Virgil is not making it out of this alive, not when those sparkling green eyes were watching him, even if they were looking very concerned.

"Hey, uh... are you alright?" The customer asked, and Virgil would have loved to tell them absolutely not, please either leave or hold me, but then he reached over the counter to lightly place a hand on Virgil's arm, seemingly worried Virgil was going to fall over, and that was it. Virgil was out.

Virgil didn't completely remember how he went from standing and dying at his stand to lying, assumedly dead, on the floor, but he did remember the cause of it.

He reached a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, groaning. Great. Super. Couldn't wait to explain this to his boss. 'Fainted because of gay.' He should get himself a sign. 'If you're cute do not shop here, please and thank you, the cashier is liable to fainting like an absolute fool if you do.'

"You up, babes?"

Oh. Virgil knew that voice.

Was it possible to faint again if you were already on the ground?

Instead of doing that, Virgil settled for shooting up like he had heard free money was being handed out. More black spots danced across his vision the minute he did that, something he really should have seen coming, but it was already pretty clear his brain was functioning on 'fried-by-the-gay' mode, and his common sense was severely lacking.

"Woahhhh, let's slow down there." Hottie McHottieFace said, gently pushing against Virgil's chest to get him to lie back down, as if he had already forgotten the exact reason why Virgil fainted in the first place. Hottie smirked. "I know I sound like an angel, but I really don't want to see you have another fainting spell. Especially considering you've already stuck me here for five minutes with your first one."

Virgil cringed a little at that, going to apologize, but Hottie waved him off before he could even open his mouth.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I'm not 'stuck' here." He said, smirk turning into more of a genuine smile. "I just figured it was pretty bad manners to just leave you." The smile turned smug once more, "I apologize also for the angel bit. I know I sound like one, but it really isn't fair to say that without pointing out you look like one."

Dead.

Virgil was dead.

Right?

This simply could not be real.

Grasping for literally anything he could use to stop the blush that was beginning to regrow across his face, Virgil finally noticed that Hottie, who was sitting next to him so that he didn't have to sit up to see him, was now only sporting his jeans and shirt.

"J-jacket." Virgil said. He hoped it sounded like a question. He also hoped Hottie just didn't hear him, because if his first words to him after all of this was 'jacket' he might as well just die of embarrassment right now.

Hottie raised an eyebrow, however, looking confused for a second before realizing what Virgil meant. "Where's my jacket?" He asked in confirmation, and Virgil nodded. Hottie's smirk only grew. "Did you think you were laying on a bag of flour, or...?"

Now it was Virgil's turn to look confused. Laying on... oh, there was something under his head.

Oh.

Oh.

Kill him now. Please.

"Oh, good. Your processing skills are still intact." Hottie pointed out helpfully, glancing off towards a different end of the store. "Your boss said that was a thing I should keep track of, or something." Hottie glanced back at Virgil. "He's worried you gave yourself a concussion."

The salty part of Virgil would have loved to inform Hottie if anyone had given him a concussion, it would have been Hottie himself, since Virgil certainly hadn't planned for it. But the salty part was still barred by the fact he was currently working with one word per minute speaking wise.

"EMTs got called, too." Hottie added. "I mean, I assume you already saw that coming, but a head's up probably can't hurt."

Shit. Other people. If anything was going to stop him from being 100% a flustered mess, it would be the thought of having to interact with people he preferred not to tell the exact cause of his fainting spell.

Of course, he was still going to be roughly 94% flustered, but it was something.

Virgil moved to sit up, slowly this time, still gaining a very worried look from Hottie that he waved off. "I'm fine." He said, and his voice sounded like he had been screaming for an hour, but it was working, and that was pretty good if he did say so himself.

"Uh huh." Hottie said, disbelievingly, even as Virgil managed to get himself into a sitting position without falling back over. "Just be careful. I think your boss is going to kill me if he finds you fainted. Again."

"Why would he kill you?"

Hottie shrugged. "Beats me, sugar, but he seems to think I sabotaged your ability to remain awake. Don't know why, though, since that's a little ridiculous sounding, don't ya think?"

Ridiculous sounding, yes. Accurate? Also yes.

Virgil coughed. "Uh. Yeah. Ridiculous."

Luckily, Hottie didn't seem to pick up on his obvious bluff, holding out his hand instead. "Remy. Remy Starbucks."

Virgil raised an eyebrow as he took the hand. "Virgil. Is your last name really...?"

Remy laughed, and Virgil had to focus very hard on the fact that EMTs would be coming soon and he could absolutely not be flustered again, because Remy laughing was... nice just leave it at nice Virgil, damnit, if you start waxing poetic about him you're never going to stop looking flustered for the rest of your life.

"Nah, babes." Remy said as he released Virgil's hand, sitting back. "While it has been a spectacular ten minutes with you, you have spent half of them doing a very good impression of me without my coffee, and the other half mostly failing to speak. I'm not supposed to just hand out my last name to every good looking stranger I meet, now am I?"

Virgil fought down the sudden urge to give Remy his last name. He was 100% certain it wasn't nearly as sly of a move as he thought it was... but it would be a move.

Virgil was saved from making a decision on just how disastrous he wanted to be by the sound of someone approaching, quickly followed by his manager coming up behind Remy. He crouched down when he actually got to them, offering Virgil a bottle of water he readily accepted. "How are you feeling?"

Virgil shrugged as he drank the water. "Fine."

His manger frowned. "Yeah. That's why you fainted. You just felt too fine."

No, I fainted because the customer was too fine. Virgil thought in annoyance. Get your facts right.

"Listen, I am fine." Virgil repeated. "I just..." He glanced over at Remy, who was apparently also interested in the reason behind him fainting. "Just, uh... tired."

"You were tired?" His managed replied.

Virgil nodded his head as seriously as he could. "Just didn't get enough sleep last night, I guess." He said, hoping the lie wouldn't be too obvious. Probably helped his case he always looked tired, at least.

His manager didn't look entirely impressed, but it was deemed good enough. "Alright. Well, you still have to wait for the EMTs to make sure you don't have any serious head injuries from your fall, but assuming they clear you, consider your shift off for the day. Actually, take tomorrow too." The manager threw in. "Take a nap. I can't have my employees fainting on me become a common thing."

Virgil gave him a mostly sarcastic salute as his manager stood back up, glancing towards the nearest doors as the sound of sirens approached. "I'm going to go grab them." He said, heading off once more.

Remy watched him run off before turning back to Virgil. "So, can I assume you've got this all under control?" He asked, adding, "Under control as in you don't need random customer who's done nothing but sit around and be snarky to stick around?"

"You don't have to stay, no." Virgil answered, immediately panicking barely a second after the words were out of his mouth, rushing to continue with, "But, uh, my manager might, um, want to give you something as thanks for, y'know, sitting next to me." He said, angrily fighting off his once-more rising blush.

"Yeah. I'm sure that's the only reason I should stay." Remy said, voice lilting and wow here Virgil was, a dumbass, really thinking he really had a chance to survive this experience when he had a million dumb gay brain cells. "But as nice as a five dollar coupon would be, I have a meeting I can't miss, so I'm 'fraid I'll have to skip it."

"Oh, yeah, of course." Virgil said, trying not to sound disappointed. "You should, uh, you should really go then. Don't want to be late or anything."

"I'm already late, doll, don't worry about that." Remy said, winking at Virgil before he flipped his sunglasses back over his eyes. "Fashionably so, of course."

"Of course." Virgil echoed automatically.

Remy scooped up his bag of groceries, which had been lying next to him, and snagged his jacket from where it was sitting, folded up and at the moment useless, behind Virgil. Before standing up, however, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a receipt paper and handing it to Virgil.

"I know I'm supposed to keep that, but it was the only paper I had on me." Remy said with a smirk as he stood up. "If you really need to fulfill your cashier duties, though, well, I hear you have tomorrow off. Call me. We'll make a date of it." Remy said, blowing Virgil a kiss before turning and walking away. He stopped right before the doors, taking a moment to look back one last time and add, "Oh, and feel better, sweetie," before he was truly gone.

Virgil moved a hand to his face, unhappy but not in the least surprised to find it burning. Hand still on face, he looked down at the receipt he had been given, only to find some very swirly writing declaring the number scrawled across it to be Remy's. Virgil didn't know how, but somehow his face got even warmer.

Virgil was still busy trying not to die when he heard a group approaching, glancing over at the doors to see his manager returning with two EMTs. Stuffing the receipt in his pocket, he tried to look as alright as he claimed.

He considered it quite rude the first thing they mentioned was how red he looked.

Twenty minutes later and too many questions about why he had fainted (complete with one of the EMTs asking him suspiciously if being tired was all that had caused it in a tone Virgil didn't care very much for) and Virgil was finally free to go home.

Well. Free to go home as soon as someone picked him up, since apparently being tired enough to faint at random posed a serious risk to his driving ability and he wasn't allowed to do that. He was tempted to just drive home anyways, but his manager apparently didn't want anymore liabilities on his watch, and had helpfully taken Virgil's keys away.

So he was waiting.

Eventually, after ten minutes that had felt like forever, a car pulled up to the curb in front of the store, stopping in front of him. Even if he didn't already know what his roommate's car looked like, the Disney stickers plastered over literally every surface of it was all the identification Virgil needed.

He pulled open the passenger door and slumped into the seat, not surprised to find the Frozen soundtrack playing. After a minute where the car didn't start moving, Virgil glanced at Roman in annoyance.

"Are you going to go?"

"Not until you buckle-up, buttercup." Roman replied, sing-song.

Virgil sneered. "Why?"

"So I don't get a ticket just because you're lazy and angsty." Roman replied. "And don't say you're not being angsty, because I just know you were about to say you're not going to do anything that'll increase your chances of remaining in this 'dark, joyless world.'" Roman said the last bit much more dramatically than Virgil felt he had to, leaning back and putting the back of his hand to his forehead with a melodramatic sigh.

"I don't talk like that." Virgil said defensively.

"No, you just say those words." Roman agreed. "But not with nearly enough emotion. I'm just trying to make you seem exciting."

"That goes against everything I stand for."

"Just put on your seatbelt."

Virgil grumbled some more, but he did as requested, happy when Roman actually started them moving. For a few minutes, everything was fine, Roman's music a little loud but Virgil having long since learned that trying to turn it down only resulted in Roman singing it louder.

When Roman reached out and turned it down, however, Virgil knew he was in for twenty questions, a game he really didn't want to play when the final answer was 'fainted out of gay.' Roman would literally never let it go.

"So." Roman started, trying to sound casually conversational and failing entirely. "You fainted."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Fuck you, Watson." Roman replied before pushing on, "You don't do that a lot."

"Thank you, Capt' Obvious."

Roman rolled his eyes. "I just wanted to ask why, Fainting Beauty."

Virgil shrugged non-committedly. "'Tired."

Roman side-eyed Virgil. "You don't faint when you get tired, though. You get more and more grumpy until someone wrestles you to bed." Roman said, only speaking a little (read: a lot) from experience. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Which means you're lying about why you fainted, which means the real reason must be-"

"-Unimportant." Virgil cut him off. "Something happened, I fainted, and I don't have a concussion. End of story."

"I don't think it is." Roman said, grinning. "Come on. You know I'm not going to let this go. You might as well tell me."

Virgil glared at Roman, annoyed that he was right. Roman wouldn't drop the matter for weeks if that's what it took to figure out the real story. He sighed. "Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"I swear it on my brother's grave!"

"Your brother's not dead."

"I swear it on my brother!"

"You're just going to take the name of Patton in vain like that?"

Roman huffed in annoyance. "No sense of dramatics in you at all." He complained. "I promise, alright, just spill the tea already."

Virgil hunched in on himself a bit, feeling silly as he admitted, quietly, "It was a cute guy."

"What did you say?"

Virgil cleared his throat and said again, louder, "It was a cute guy."

"I'm sorry, you're really going to have to speak up-"

"I SAID IT WAS A CUTE GUY."

Roman smirked. "Heard you the second time."

Virgil punched his arm. "Jerk."

"I know." Roman said smugly. "Now, details!!!"

"What details?" Virgil asked, annoyedly. "I saw a cute dude and I fainted because of it."

"Yeah, you swooned over him! How romantic! How magnificent! How gay!" Roman exclaimed. "You have to give! Me! The details! How cute is he? Can you see the universe in his eyes? Did he smile and you went weak at the knees? Did he introduce you to a world you didn't know existed?!"

"Our interaction lasted for, like, ten minutes Roman." Virgil pointed out in exasperation. "And I was busy being gay-dead for five minutes of that."

"Five minutes conscious is all you need to fall hopelessly in love." Roman assured him.

"I did not fall 'hopelessly in love' with him."

"Surrrrrrrrre." Roman drawled. "At least tell me you got totally-your-true-love's name?"

"Yes...?"

"Perfect!" Roman said excitedly. "Now you just keep an eye out for him, ask other cashiers to look for him, all that, and eventually, when you find him again, with my careful wingmanning we will get you the best second-meet-cute that can be artificially created!"

"That sounds really excessive and borderline creepy." Virgil pointed out.

Roman pouted. "Well how do you propose we get you and your soulmate properly matched together, then?"

"Well, I could just call him." Virgil responded, so caught up in being snarky that he forgot that sometimes, keeping secrets was helpful.

Roman squealed loud enough Virgil thought he was going to go deaf and, yeah, this was one of those times. "YOU HAVE HIS NUMBER?!"

"Yeah, I do." Virgil confirmed as he snapped next to his ear, a little relieved to find his hearing was, in fact, intact.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Roman exclaimed, much too loudly for the confined space. "You have to call him right now!!"

"I think I will not do that." Virgil responded. "Not with you in the car, anyways."

"Why ever not?!"

"Because you'll take the phone from my hand and set us up before I have a chance to say so much as 'hi.'"

"Blasphemy!" Virgil looked at Roman, unimpressed. Roman sighed. "Alright, maybe a little accurate." Pause. "Alright a LOT accurate. But still! You have to at least text him!"

"And why do I have to do that?"

"So you can be together and have literally the cutest getting together story ever. Duh." Roman responded like it was obvious.

"Invalid reason."

"And why's that?"

"Because you're the only one who knows about this." Virgil answered. "And you are never, ever going to tell anyone else that's why I fainted."

Roman looked scandalized at this new information. "But Virgil!"

"Nope. No buts." Virgil cut him off before he could say more. "You are not telling or so help me I will throw his number right out the window."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me, bitch." Virgil threatened. He left out the fact that the number was already saved in his phone, Remy's contact name stereotypically followed with a heart.

Roman sighed. "You live to torture me." He bemoaned. "But fine. If you promise to actually text him and at least schedule one date, I'll keep your gay secret."

"For real? And for ever?" Virgil checked. "This better not come up later, Princey."

"For ever and ever." Roman said with a flourish of his hand. "And if I so break your trust, you can dump him and blame me."

Virgil knew the promise was good. If there was anything more important to Roman than sharing embarrassing gay moments, it was actively supporting the gays in his life. "Deal."

"Magnificent!" Roman said. "Now, go be a dear and get! That! Boy!"

Virgil smirked. "We're already having lunch tomorrow."

"You already set up a date?!?! And you used having a date as blackmail against me?!?!"

"Yep."

"Touché, sir, touché." Roman said, before grinning mischievously. "You know I'm going to get you back for that, right?"

"I'd expect nothing less from you." Virgil replied. "Hence the whole protecting my secret first thing."

"Oh, don't worry Virgil." Roman assured him. "I'll figure something out."

And with that slightly ominous warning, Roman turned the music back up, immediately jumping into singing, the Frozen soundtrack having moved into Little Mermaid.

Virgil tried not to take it to heart that the song now playing was "Poor Unfortunate Souls."

~Time skip of roughly a year and a half~

Virgil was starting to have some doubts about making Roman best man.

It wasn't like he really had a choice- Roman was his closest friend, and given Roman refused to drop the idea he had, in some way, been a deciding factor in keeping Virgil and Remy's relationship going, Virgil doubted Roman would have even allowed himself to be anything other than best man.

But looking at Roman now, Virgil was almost certain he was up to some sort of trickery, and Virgil was pretty sure it was going to be very, very bad for him.

He had been nothing short of perfect throughout most of the ceremony, making sure everyone was in their places, showing people to their seats even though there was an usher, worrying over everything at a level to rival Virgil's worry. You almost would have thought it was Roman's wedding.

But now it was the after party, Virgil still mouthing the word 'husband' to himself over and over like it was unreal, and Roman was grinning like the Cheshire cat.

Virgil didn't know what he was planning, but he was planning something. Virgil was almost tempted to demand answers from him, but before he could properly work up the energy to stand up and move in a direction that didn't bring him closer to Remy, Roman was standing at the front of the room, tapping a mic to get everyone's attention. Apparently it was time for the best man's speech.

"Hello guys, gals, and non-binary pals!" He said, loudly, proudly, dramatically. "For those who have lived their lives in shameful ignorance of true talent and beauty, I'm Roman, and I will be the most entertaining part of your evening."

"Rude." Virgil murmured to Remy, who just chuckled.

"You knew this would happen."

"Doesn't make it less rude."

"I can hear the criticism from here." Roman said, once more gaining the grooms' attention. "Though I may, for exactly once in my entire life, deserve it."

"The best present you could have gotten us: a little, tiny bit of humility." Virgil called back, the crowd of guests laughing.

Roman shrugged, grinning. "What can I say? I, of all people, am not blind to neither love nor beauty. And it would be a crime against both to not acknowledge that the true show-stopper of this evening, this day, and likely this entire week will be our two handsome new husbands." He said, sincere. "They are, honestly, the cutest couple I have ever known."

The crowd 'awwwwwww'-ed at this, turning to clap once more at the newly weds. Remy happily took the excuse to wrap an arm around Virgil's shoulders, pulling him closer.

Virgil smiled around his blush. Turns out not even more than a year's worth of dating could change the fact that Remy was the finest man Virgil had ever seen, or cure his Gay. Virgil was just content with the fact he hadn't fainted while they exchanged vows.

"And speaking of cute, every good couple has an amazing meet-cute." Roman continued, his grin turning mischievous, and suddenly Virgil realized exactly what his plan was. "And with our lovely couple here, well, rest assured when I tell you they have the cutest meet cute. Care to hear it?" He asked the guests.

The crowd cheered him onwards, giving Roman time to glance at Virgil, who was desperately trying to telepathically send Roman death threats if he continued onwards. Roman just winked at him.

"I'll take that as a yes." Roman said, turning his attention back to the crowd. Virgil groaned and turned to stuff his face in Remy's side.

"Kill me now."

"You're gonna have to speak up, sweetheart." Remy said, the arm around Virgil's shoulder shifting a little to comb through Virgil's hair while still holding him. "Despite common belief, my ears are not located in my sides."

Virgil moved his head just enough to put his mouth in the air, his voice not muffled this time as he said, "Kill me now."

"But I just got married to you!"

"Roman hates our love."

"How so?" Remy asked, still amused. "I know how we met, darling, I was there."

"You don't though." Virgil moaned.

Remy raised an eyebrow, something Virgil could actually see since Remy had agreed that, for their wedding, he could briefly lose the shades. "Maybe I should listen in, then, huh?" Remy teased, and before Virgil could beg him no please do NOT you'll kill me on our wedding day and that would suck, his husband had kissed him and turned his attention to Roman.

Unfair, Virgil considered in silence, that Remy could still fluster him into silence with something as simple as a kiss.

"Most of you know that Virgil and Remy met in the most romantic place possible: a grocery store." Roman's voice fell flat for a moment before he went back to sounding excited, "And they were brought together by the magic of Virgil fainting. Though the swooning was most certainly romantic, the fact that he fell onto the floor instead of into Remy's arms was a fairly huge detriment to their cute points.

"But there is a very important part of this story that you, my fine folks, are missing out on, an overlook that cannot be allowed to stand. The reason behind Virgil's fainting spell was not caused by common sleep-deprivation, as he claimed. The real reason behind it all was..." Roman paused, dramatics winning out over his desire to say it as quickly as possible, and Virgil went back to hiding his face in Remy's side as if that would block out Roman finishing his sentence with, "being too gay to function."

There was an oooh from the crowd, and Roman nodded in faux sympathy. "It's true! Virgil, poor, sweet, incredibly gay Virgil saw the absolutely stunner that is Remy and found not a single one of his brain cells could cope." Roman smirked. "Though he did walk away from it with pretty boy's number in hand, so maybe he's got more game than all of us combined."

"Got married faster too!" Remy called out, and Virgil wasn't sure if he was going to die of embarrassment or if he was going to die of love for Remy.

Was both an option? Maybe he'd go with both.

Roman's grin just grew as he pointed at Remy. "That he did, sir! That he did!"

Roman let the guests stop laughing again before he continued, "Now, I wish to assure you all that if I wanted to make this a good ol' fashioned best man speech, I could. If you think the dude who met his husband through gay fainting doesn't have more embarrassing stories to be told, you've never met Virgil. I could sit up here for another five minutes and go on til the cows came home.

"But, I do have a little pity for my former roommate, and given that I haven't seen his face for a full minute, I'm thinking he's already as embarrassed as I need to make him to fulfill my job as best man, so I think I'll cut him a little slack and stop it here." Roman said, laughing at the disappointed sigh from the crowd. "I'm sorry to leave you unsatisfied, but I'm not here to make dear Virgil's wedding day his funeral as well."

Too late for that. Virgil thought bitterly. Very much too late for that.

"So with that in mind, I'd like to propose a toast!" Roman said, grabbing his glass from where it had been sitting on the table in front of him, raising into the air. "To Virgil, the gay that went all in on the 'gay disaster' aesthetic, and made out incredibly successfully!"

The guests raised their glasses, echoing the chant exactly, as if they were all there not to see Virgil wed but to have a hand in his murder. Virgil was fairly certain Remy joined in as well, which was complete betrayal on his husband's part if he did say so himself.

The noise died for a brief moment, everyone silenced with their drinks, and when it came back it was quieter, murmurs around the room. Virgil still stubbornly refused to remove his face from the safety of Remy's side, however, only scooting closer when his husband tried to pull away and reveal him.

A pair of footsteps approached them a moment later, Virgil able to discern them from the crowd only because he was good at hearing traitors. They stopped in front of him and Remy, their traitorous cause laughing.

"Aww, did I get him that bad?" Roman asked Remy.

"He doesn't want to show his face." Remy answered, ignoring the muffled gasp Virgil gave when Remy dared to positively interact with the betrayer. "Which is unfair given I'm sure he looks adorable just about now."

Remy just chuckled when Virgil mad angry noises into his shirt. "I can't hear you, babes."

Virgil continued his angry mumbles without an attempt to explain them.

"He really is cute, ain't he?" Roman agreed. Virgil made an extra loud angry noise.

"And so angry." Roman added, voice still teasing.

In pure annoyance, Virgil tilted his head up just enough to free his mouth, muttering to Remy, "Throw a fork at him."

There was a slight clang noise and than an 'ouch!' from Roman. "What'd you do that for?!"

Remy's shoulders moved as he shrugged, and Virgil smirked, "It was requested by the cutest person in the world."

Virgil finally pulled away from Remy at this, openly gaping at Remy as he hit his arm. "You're supposed to be on my side!"

"And I am!" Remy assured him, arms shooting out to grab Virgil's hands before he could get them away. He pulled them close to him, lifting Virgil's left so he could plant a kiss over Virgil's new, shiny ring. "But that doesn't change the fact that you are, inarguably, the cutest most amazing man I have ever met, and I refuse to remain silent about this fact for even a second, love."

Virgil's face turned red so fact he was surprised his hair didn't literally start to smoke. "I hate you." He mumbled, though any heat to it was busy turning his cheeks redder than roses.

"Bullshit." Remy said happily.

"Gaaaaaaay." Roman helpfully commentated, gaining a glare from Virgil and an amused look from Remy.

"Enjoy it." Virgil bit at him. "This will be your last chance to see me gay and happy."

"And why's that?" Roman asked with a smug grin.

"Because I'm going to die of embarrassment in five minutes." Virgil said solemnly. "Now that not only everyone, but also my husband, knows I am a weak, useless gay in every single way, I have no choice but to perish."

"Babes, I can tell this is heartbreaking for you, so I'm not one hundred percent sure how to tell ya this..." Remy paused for a moment, mouth quirking into a smile when Virgil looked distrustfully at him. "Well you weren't exactly subtle about it."

"No." Virgil said instinctively.

Remy nodded sadly. "Yep."

Virgil blinked at him a few times, ignoring Roman's barely withheld laughter, before saying, "Change of plans. I'm going to die one year and many months ago, after I fainted. Saves me a lot of trouble."

"Nooooooo." Remy whined. "No dying. I just married you. You're not allowed to die on the day of our wedding. Or to time travel to your death on the day of our wedding."

"Unfair. And I thought you loved me."

"It's because I love you and your cute, adorably weak gay heart that I refuse to let you die."

"You're too sweet." Virgil complained, leaning forward to kiss Remy before resting his forehead against his. "Which is why I hate to tell you that if I'm not allowed to die, I have to divorce you."

"You can't blackmail into letting you die."

"This isn't about blackmail." Virgil told him, turning to glare at Roman. "This is about Roman breaking his promise to never tell. I told him if he ever broke the promise I'd break up with you. And I have to be a weak gay of my promises. If you have a problem with this, I invite you to throw more forks at Roman."

Remy picked up another fork from the table, raised it, and aimed it. Roman turned away defensively, waiting for the projectile to hit…

But then Remy put it down.

"Nah. No problem for me, sugar." Remy said slyly, gently cradling Virgil's face with one hand and turning Virgil's gaze back towards him, smiling softly. "'Cause if you divorce me, I'll just have to chase you down, probably date you all over again, fall in love with you all over again, marry you all over again." His smile grew as he cupped Virgil's face now with two hands. "Twice the perfect memories sounds pretty good to me."

"I- You can't-" Virgil laughed, sounding a little watery, which might be because he was a few more sweet words away from crying in joy. He reached forward, wrapping one hand loosely around the back of Remy's neck and carding his fingers into the base of Remy's hair with the other, ignoring as Roman discreetly walked off. "You're going to make me faint again, Rem."

"That's alright, too." Remy assured him, scooting forward with his chair, pressing their legs together as he leaned forward to kiss Virgil properly, still smiling so softly, so adoringly, so lovingly as he pulled away and once more pressed their foreheads together, trapping them in their own little world, where all that mattered was each other, blocking out the guests and noise outside of their little bubble. "Because this time?

"I'll catch you."