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jerzwriter · 2 years ago

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A Little Surprise

This little fic was created in honor of @storyofmychoices's birthday! I told you Olivia was entering my Tobias & Casey world! And Bryce is introducing her in a big way! I hope you enjoy it, Dani! But more importantly, I hope you have a wonderful day!

Book: Open Heart (post-series)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Featuring: Bryce Lahela x @storyofmychoices's Olivia Hadley

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Summary: Tobias & Casey's wedding is this Saturday! And their officiant, Bryce, has been so excited about wooing the single guests all along, until now. When he creates a little mystery about his sudden date, Casey is determined to get to the bottom of things.

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A/N: I hope I don't confuse people. Holland Roden is my FC for Casey's ex-girlfriend, Jessica, as well as Dani's Olivia - we're just going to ignore that! lol But this is not a Jessica fic! :)

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Casey was hunched over a pile of paperwork in the diagnostic team’s office. She was so engrossed that the world around her disappeared. That included one overly exuberant Dr. Bryce Lahella… exuberant even for him.

Life had been more than good to him in recent years, and it seemed to be at an all-time. His career was soaring. Recently named the Porter Mitchell Surgical Resident of the Year, doors he never imagined opening were now firmly within his reach. Since arriving in Boston, he found something he had always yearned for, a true, loving found family. And this weekend, he would be presiding over the wedding of two of his closest “family members.”

He thought Tobias and Casey were joking when they initially asked him but was thrilled to learn they were serious. It was an honor he didn’t take likely. Besides, with his self-assured manner, he knew he’d hit it out of the park. He’d be sentimental, funny, charming… and handsome as hell. When Casey asked him if he’d be bringing a date, he declined.

“Nope. Next to your fiance, I am going to be the man of the hour!” He winked. “I’ll be fighting potential suitors off of me… it would be unfair to deny them the opportunity!”

Casey muttered something about it being no wonder he and Tobias were such good friends before walking away. But it was two months later now, and a lot had changed. Yeah. Life had been very good to Bryce Lahela.

“Hey, Casey-cakes!” he exclaimed, approaching her, causing her to startle in his wake.

“For God’s sake, Bryce! Don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry,” he peered over her at her laptop screen. “I forget some people get so caught up in paracoccidioidomycosis that they don’t notice when a ravishingly handsome young surgeon enters the room.”

“Seriously, Lahela. A, you would be equally enthralled with reading about the Versuis technique. And, B, as ravishingly handsome as you are, you know I only have eyes for one super hot doctor in this hospital… and it’s not you.”

“Well, thank God for that. Tobias couldn’t take this competition.”

Casey burst out laughing. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit. You have questions about Saturday?”

“Nope,” he assured. “I have the ceremony down pat. It’s going to be amazing, Casey. The best-looking bride and groom in the history of Boston, and me as officiant. This weekend's rising temperature will have nothing to do with global warming!”

“Yes, yes, I know,” she rolled her eyes. “Hence, you’re going stag and will fight everyone off at the reception.”

“Actually,” he sang. “That’s why I came to see you.”

“No, Bryce. I won’t give you a list of single guests, and I won’t tell you which ones are the hottest.”

“I’m glad to hear that because that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh?”

“I was going to see if I could still bring a plus one.”

“Ooooh! Is there something you haven’t told me? You were quite excited about flying solo Saturday!”

Bryce walked to the door, looking outside before shutting it behind him and returning to Casey.

“I’ve been seeing someone,” he whispered. Based on the genuine grin that followed, Casey knew this was something big.

“Oh, have you! Tell me more!”

“I’ve kept it quiet because she’s really special, and I wanted to make sure this would work before going public.”

“Wait! So are you official!” Casey smacked his arm. “You’re official, and this is the first time I’m learning of this!”

“Ow!” Bryce yelled. “Does Tobias know how hard you hit.”

“Yes!” She smirked. “He rather likes it… if I must say so myself.”

Bryce pulled out his phone and made a note, “OK, that’s going into the ceremony now.”

“Bryce,” Casey laughed, “back to the point!”

“We’re not officially official yet, but if all goes well, we will be very soon, and I’d love to bring her to the wedding.”

Casey squealed with delight. “Of course! This is so exciting! Who is she? Do I know her?”

“You know her, but I’d like to hold off on telling you for a couple days?”

“Bryce Lahela! Don’t you trust me by now? You know I won’t tell a soul! You’re the only one who knows Tobias and I already got hitched secretly; I trusted you!”

“I’m your officiant, Casey! I had to handle the paperwork! You had no choice.”

She crossed her arms with a huff. “I would have told you anyway! Now, come on, tell me.”

“How about this? I’ll tell you… on Saturday, when I walk in with her on my arm.”

“I hate you, Bryce. I should deny you the extra invite.”

“You can’t do that because if you do, the shit I will include in your ceremony will make all your parent's hair stand on edge.”

“Fine!” Casey relented with a laugh. “But, can you tell me if I know her at least?”

“You do,” he grinned. “She works here, and that’s all I’m saying.”

“It’s not Brenda from Accounting. Is it? I can’t stand Brenda from Accounting.”

“Negative! I told you it was only one date.”

“It’s not Audrey… right? Tell me it’s not Audrey.”

“No,” he laughed. “I would know better than to bring her to your wedding.”

“I would hope you’d know better than to date her. OK, Lahela, I’ll take the surprise on Saturday, but I’m snooping! I’ll figure it out way before then.”

“Yeah,” Bryce replied while walking to the door, looking back with a quick wink. “Good luck with that.”

~~~~~

He wasn’t out of the office for more than five minutes before Casey was on a quest. Her first target was her own beloved fiance.

“Hello gorgeous,” he drawled, entering the office.

“Oh, thank God you’re here!”

Tobias raised a brow. “Really? Want me to lock the door? I thought we said no fooling around at work until your morning sickness passed, but if you insist….”

“Not that!” Casey giggled.

“Damn! Then what?”

“It’s Bryce. Has he seemed… different to you lately?”

“He’s been awfully happy. I figured he was looking forward to being the belle of the ball at our wedding reception. Considering he and Ethan are the only single men invited, he may honestly have a chance.”

“That’s the thing! He just asked if he could bring a date!”

“Really? Any idea who?”

“No, that’s why I’m asking you. All he would say is I know her, and she works at the hospital.”

“Got me? It’s not Audrey, is it? Tell me it’s not Audrey.”

“No,” Casey laughed, “I already cleared that.”

“Good. So I’m sure you’ll be snooping to figure it out?”

“Damn straight! In fact,” she stood from her desk, “I’m going to question Sienna right now.”

~~~~~

Casey found her best friend, slash, harried maid of honor, in the break room.

“Si!” She yelled.

“What? The cake is being delivered at 5:45. I took care of it! And the rehearsal dinner is under control! Even if Vivian is driving me crazy, I told her….”

“Si! Si!!” Casey grabbed her friend's hands. “Calm down. You’re more nervous about the wedding than I am!”

“I just want it to be perfect!”

“It will be. But that’s not why I’m here to see you. I know I’ve been a bit removed lately, what with the wedding,” she looked around to make sure they were alone, “and the baby. But is there any tea among our friends I’m unaware of?”

Sienna scrunched her brow, giving the question serious thought. “No. Besides, we have lunch every day, and if there is good tea, I’m spilling it.”

“I know,” Casey sighed. “Has Bryce been seeing anyone that you know of?”

“Well, it’s Bryce,” Sienna shrugged. “He’s usually seeing someone. But he hasn’t mentioned anyone lately. Unless….”

Casey’s ears perked up. “Unless what?”

“Bryce could be a Herbie.”

“A what?”

“Herbie. My cousin. He was a real ladies' man! He'd always go on dates and brag about them left and right. Then, one day, we noticed he hadn’t done so for quite a while. We wondered why, then, a month later, he introduced us to Mary. She’s now his wife. Once he was serious, he was quiet as a mouse until he was sure. Maybe Bryce is a Herbie?”

Sienna’s statement put her over the edge, and Casey discreetly questioned anyone she could that afternoon…. Without success…. Finally, she and Tobias held hands in the elevator as they left work for the day.

“I can’t believe I haven’t figured it out,” Casey sighed, “I hope pregnancy hasn’t made me lose my touch.”

“Your touch is fine,” Tobias chuckled. “You’ll just have to be patient and wait until Saturday.”

“I don’t want to! And tell me you’re not curious!”

“Of course I am, but I can live with waiting.”

The bell rang when they hit the fourth floor, and when the door opened, a beautiful redhead with a smile that could only be rivaled by one cheeky surgeon entered.

“Oh, hey, Liv,” Casey beamed.

“Casey! How are you?”

“I’m doing great. Have you officially met my fiance?”

“I can’t say I have.”

“Then let’s correct that! Olivia, this is my fiance Tobias. Tobias, this is Olivia. She’s the pediatrics resident I was telling you about.”

“Ah, Casey’s new friend!” Tobias smiled with an extended hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too. And Casey may have gushed over you at least a dozen times since we met.”

“What?” Tobias gasped. “Only a dozen? See what happens when you put a ring on it?”

“I need to get to know her better first, baby,” Casey laughed. “I like her and don’t want to scare her away.”

“I appreciate that,” Liv blushed. “But I’m so happy I ran into you. I know this may seem weird, but I’m going to your wedding Saturday.”

“You are?” Casey blinked.

“Yeah! Dr. Lahela asked if I’d go with him, and of course, I said yes! I am so excited!”

Tobias and Casey exchanged a knowing look as a simirk came to Tobias’s lips.

“As are we,” he replied.

“Absolutely!” Casey enthused. “This is wonderful! We had to keep our list small, but I’m so glad you’ll be able to be there!”

The bell for the first floor rang. “Well, this is me, but I can’t wait! We’re still on for coffee tomorrow, right, Casey?”

“Wouldn’t miss it!”

The elevator doors had barely shut, and Tobias had his phone in his hand. “Where and when on the coffee?”

“6:00 at Derry’s. Why”

Tobias held up a finger after dialing.

“Bryce! How are you doing? Listen, are you free to go over some wedding stuff tomorrow? Oh, you are! Great! How about right after work, at Derry’s. Perfect! I’ll see you then!”

Casey couldn’t contain her grin when Tobias hung up and looked her way. “You’re an evil genius!”

A self-satisfied smile let her know he agreed. “You like that, huh?”

“I do,” she said, caressing his lapel. “I am honestly so turned on right now.”

“Really?” He wagged his eyebrows. “Wanna make out in the elevator?”

“We’re almost at our floor,” Casey giggled as he quickly pecked her cheek. “But we could make out in the car before we leave.”

“Deal,” he smiled as they stepped into the parking garage. “I will be forever grateful Bryce suggested getting those tinted windows.”

"That was Bryce's suggestion?"

"Yeah!"

"And this is how we're going to thank him?"

Tobias let out a little snicker. "He'd expect nothing less!"

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thompsborn · 1 year ago

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whoops I forgot I asked a question for a hot second my bad

i mean like

do you imagine tom peter when you’re writing? andrew? toby? do you imagine james franco for harry? or does it change depending on what you’re writing? etc so on and so forth

!!!! okay so, short answer: it kind of depends? like i have the same BASIC idea of the type of appearance each character has, but it kinda varies (i.e. sometimes i write harry with green eyes, sometimes with blue eyes, that kinda thing, you know?) but for the most part, the most accurate like actor representations that kinda capture what i picture is:

tom for peter, unless it’s not mcu-based, in which case it changes (i have two parksborn one shots, both of which it’s andrew)

ty for harley but also like. to the left. like i picture basically ty but brighter blond hair that’s kinda wavy/curly? but basically just ty

mj i just think zendaya bc i pretty much only write michelle jones, not mary jane, but if i ever DO write mary jane then i’d probably base her appearance off of like. like season 3 teen wolf era holland roden aka lydia marten. actually no now that i’ve said that it feels wrong lmao. maybe sadie sink ? but that’s only mary jane, for mj aka michelle jones it’s definitely zendaya

ned is for sure jacob in my head. like he’s ned. i cannot picture another person as ned. jacob is ned.

flash it’s pretty much just mcu flash so tony revelori. except i have a couple drafts for some tasm spiderflash fics in which case i picture tasm flash.

for harry, i mostly just picture like. love simon era nick robinson. he has hazel eyes so his appearance feels fitting for when i write him with blue eyes OR green eyes. but again, if it’s task based then i picture tasm harry aka dane dahaan. i haven’t written for the raimi verse but if i did i would probably go with james franco even though fuck that guy. but since most of my fics are mcu based, for all of those (including tbaf and hb) i picture nick robinson.

gwen is hunter schaffer like i just. that’s gwen! that’s gwen. if mcu at any point brings gwen into the picture i desperately need hunter to play her. though emma meyers is a close second, aka enid from wednesday, i think she could capture gwen’s energy really well, but appearance wise i just want hunter to play her so bad please for the love of god she would NAIL gwen’s character in every single way

i haven’t included betty in many fics but again just mcu betty aka angourie rice (WHO IS STARRING IN THE NEW MEAN GIRLS THE MUSICAL MOVIE AND I AM SO VERY EXCITED ABOUT IT!!!!)

any other characters i write are almost always mcu based so i just picture the actors that play the character haha

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the-time-lord-oracle · 11 months ago

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5 facts about Shareen Costello:

The genesis behind Shareen came from binge-watching the RTD-era during lockdown and noticing the numerous mentions Rose makes of Shareen, which got me thinking about what if Shareen actually showed up and met the Doctor. This idea lingered at the back of my mind for some time and in 2022 I finally decided to make it happen.

When planning Shareen, I went through several different ideas for her face claim. Alexandra Daddario, Phoebe Tonkin and Holland Roden were favourites for a while before I ultimately settled on Victoria Moroles. The choice of Victoria came from watching her as Hayden Romero in Teen Wolf. I imagined Shareen to be very feisty and street-wise, so I felt that Victoria was a good choice for such a character.

Shareen's catchphrase of "Cosmic" comes from Only Fools & Horses. Rodney Trotter had a tendency to say "Cosmic", usually in a sarcastic sense when things went pear-shaped and I felt that Shareen would've watched that classic British comedy while growing up and so would start quoting it. She's also called people "Plonkers" a few times, which is an insult Del Boy tended to use. In fact, it runs in the family, as Shareen's sister Zara once called the Doctor a "Wally", which is another insult Del tended to use.

Shareen's spiky relationship with the Doctor came about because I wanted to do something different from the usual characterisation of Doctor Who OCs, who tend to be love interests for the Doctor and worship the ground he walks on. It provides for an interesting contrast with Rose, who was always sucking up to the Doctor, especially in series 2. Shareen is very much cut from the same cloth as Donna, which made writing them together in series 4 so much fun!

Shareen's interest in football comes from the euphoria surrounding England's victory at the 2022 Women's Euro Cup. The Lionesses' victory inspired me to give Shareen an interest in football. This has come up several times in her series; she and Mickey participated in a match just after the events of Aliens of London/World War Three, she left off some steam at the end of Gridlock by practising her goals in the TARDIS, she offered to play a match with Jethro in Midnight and she played a match with Mickey after the Doctor dropped her off on Earth after series 4. Perhaps the 11th Doctor's football skills came from his previous incarnation's time travelling with Shareen! For the record, Shareen's favourite team is Crystal Palace.

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rpgadverts · 2 years ago

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Site name and link: Charmingly Splendid, https://ecs.jcink.net Site genre: Based On TV Show Site info: Charmingly Splendid is a Charmed AU roleplay site based in modern era. Our plot started in between season 2 - 3, before we lost Prue Halliwell, most of the story from here onward is our creation so regardless if you've watched Charmed or not, you'll be able to make a character to fit into this new world we are creating. Your name: Paige Contact info: Discord Paige Yin#0119 Role(s) requested: All characters requested below would have plotting opportunities with my character(s), sometimes multiple of them and might be involving in some major site plot if you choose to use them that way. Some of these characters has a more complex plots that I'd like to work out, while others are more open. Either way, you may always contact me on Discord and we can hash out the ideas either of us have and make an even better, funner plot to write! Looking forward to chatting with you!

For Leo Wyatt This is more of a plot wanted than an actual wanted ad. So here we have Leo Wyatt, who I believe everyone following the Charmed franchise is familiar with! However, Leo we have here is not exactly like the Leo we have in the show. Our Leo here is a little rougher on the edges. He's still kind, he's still wise, and he still loves Piper more than anything in the world, but no one would call Leo a pacifist. His experience with Piper and realizing that the Elders' way being a little more than outdated, Leo isn't someone who would obey their rules and instructions anymore. Our Leo here is willing to fight. He will fight along with his charges if that's what he needs to do to protect them. He has also gained hand-to-hand combat skills and know how to use his Whitelighter powers in an offensive ways (like using orbs to levitate, orbing-telekinesis etc). So where did Leo learned all these skills you may ask, because from what we know of the Elders, they are not going to train their agents to fight. No, Leo actually found a band of Whitelighters who have been training to fight, Whitelighters who believe in more than just guiding and hiding behind witches' backs. This band of Whitelighters are called "The Rogues", and I am thinking there should have about 9 - 12 members. Let's keep it to a small group for now. I don't think The Rogues are evil, they just have their own freewill and have different believes than the Elders. They practice to fight and practice to use their powers to help the Greater Good in a more active ways than traditional Whitelighters would. They each could have their own stories that lead them down on this path.

"Lydia Martin" ❥ Original ❥ Whitelighter ❥ Open Age ❥ Strength: A Seer

Here we have "Lydia" which of course, does not have to be the name you pick. What I have in mind is that she has the ability of foresight and is able to warn the group about it, but if you'd like to change her ability, I'm open for it as well. Open personality and history, I am also leaving her age open, so she can be older or younger than Leo, but she would have been in the group longer than Leo because Leo was one of their newer recruit. I'd suggest the lovely Holland Roden as an FC, if you'd like to use someone else though, of course, feel free to run the idea by me. Suggested FC: Holland Roden.

"Malia Tate" ❥ Original ❥ Whitelighter ❥ Open Age ❥ Strength: Snark and ways with words

Let me introduce you to "Malia", who I'd imaging being the snarky one in the group. I'd like her to be like, the trouble child of the Whitelighter and maybe even one of the few who has started with The Rogue. But like the other two, I'd leave her details to be mostly open so that you can have freedom to create this character. I'd definitely imagine her to be older than Leo, but still open age, open history, personality (if you do not like her to be snarky). Suggested FC is Shelley Hennig, you don't have to use her but I'd like to see more Teen Wolf actors/ actresses around the site and also for plotting purpose. Suggested FC: Shelley Hennig.

"Cora Hale" ❥ Original ❥ Whitelighter ❥ Open Age ❥ Strength: Lie Detector

This is "Cora", which I imagine to be quite a young Whitelighter to have joined The Rogue, she is probably very skilled and very much in deep troubles that they recruited her early. Again, most of her details are open, including but not limited to her history, personalities, age. I'm thinking perhaps because she is able to detect lies that she was the first one to spoke up for Leo when he requested to join the group, and maybe the two of them have a bond (give Leo and Piper some dramas please!). Suggested FC is Adalaide Kane, but once again, you can use someone else, if you'd like to use anyone who has tons of GIFs with Leo's FC, Daniel Sharman, I'd be more than happy too. Suggested FC: Adalaide Kane.

For Keenen Bauknecht

Kiefer Bauknecht ❥ Original ❥ Demon ❥ 406 years old ❥ Open profession Meet Kiefer, older twin brother of Keenen who's also the Demon of Dreams. His power is similar to Keenen's although with a little twist. Kiefer's ability would be able to influence dreams, however, when it comes to creating nightmare/ twisting a good dream into a nightmare, he is slightly weaker compared to Keenen.

Most of Keenen's history with his brother is listed on Keenen's app, long story short, the were born in currently Bamberg, Germany, from a long line of witches and warlocks. The family was nice and happy until they the witch hunt caught up to them and condemned them all to die. Burned to death, Keenen and Kiefer became a pair of demons. Their transformation and the abilities over someone's dreams are a manifestation of their mortal conjuring and hallucikinesis abilities.

Keenen and Kiefer are not in good term right now, Keenen is jealous of his big brother's goodness while he prefers to walk the darker path in life. All the rest that's not mentioned here or in the application, you'll have free reign to create.

Face claim, I'd recommend Lucas Bravo (esp if you're keen on having someone more mainstream and have tons of gifs), Janis Danner (since they are twin), Valentin D'Hoore and Giorgos Mavrogiannis.

For Haori Tsukioka This is a request for the Tsukioka siblings. Brief intro on the family, the Nomura is quite a renowned and respected family in Japan, especially in the Sorcery profession/ Sorcery world (魔道). Their father, Aoshi Tsukioka, is stern and a bit of a sexist/ genderist (this is quite common in the culture) so he wants to get a boy to pass his knowledge onto. To the girls, even though he doesn't have as high an expectation from them, he does expect a lot from them, like to excel academically and otherwise; their mother, Kiku Ohara, is a quiet lady, gentle but also obedient and careful. I can see her being very kind towards everyone equally, though she won't go against their father's words. Their parents have no love for each other, their marriage were arranged by their parents since before birth.

The Tsukioka has 4 children, 3 girls and a boy. Of course, the boy would be getting all the attentions from their father as well as all the responsibilities. I am playing the oldest sister, haori tsukioka, who's like a typical first born: confident, outspoken, protective, and like, never really fear of anything. She is pretty close with most of her siblings, but I am also open for conflict, perhaps one of her siblings (maybe the boy) dislike and envy her (and the rest of the girls) for the freedom he could never have.

If you have any questions about the plot, the family, the characters, Japanese's culture, feel free to poke me via DM or Discord.

Saori Tsukioka ❥ Original ❥ Witch/ Human ❥ 28/ 29 ❥ Middle Sister ❥ Open profession

I always feels Saori being a little more reserve and quiet as a middle sister. She probably wasn't too confident in her middle/ high school year and needed Haori to help her come out of her shell, but she can go the total opposite way as well! If she was the quiet/ shy one, I can see her having that big-sis worship syndrome and followed Haori to the States when her big sister had the chance. She could also be the down-to-earth one who constantly try to keep Haori from getting into troubles or spending too much.

FC suggestion: Tao Tsuchiya(image), Kasumi Arimura, Emi Takei, Alice Hirose, Haruna Kawaguchi, Yuko Araki, Nana Komatsu.

Minori Tsukioka ❥ Original ❥ Witch/ Human ❥ 24/ 25 ❥ Youngest Sister ❥ Twin: Yuori Tsukioka ❥ Open profession

I can see Minori being the baby of the family, a little spoiled, a little whinny, but also pretty out-going and confident and kind of a wild child. I can see her being closest to Yuori and actually be able to understand her twin brother better than the other two sisters. If you want to take her and have drama, we can totally have her ran away with Yuori to the States and never wanted to go back home ever since.

FC suggestion: Ayaka Miyoshi(image), Minami Hamabe, Sakurai Hinako, Ayami Nakajo, Suzu Hirose, Mei Nagano, Nana Komatsu.

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vulpisnocturna · 1 year ago

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I don't know but I always imagined Reiko as a long red haired darker in color than her mom with bangs a little sun kissed and expressive and brillant bright blue eyes who has an hourglass figure I think she is the type of beauty that she is so beautiful and makes head turns but at the same time she still doesn't realize her effect on people and thinks she has average beauty but the reality is totally opposite to that and also I think she has vixen like traits in her personality she can be pretty sly when she wants to and also playful because of Kurama who lives inside her in addition I can totally imagine itachi calling her his little vixen or vixen being her nickname in the hidden leave village I know it's a bit long but I am totally invested in Itachi and Reiko and your new story the time travel one and also I am sorry if my English isn't good 😊

Hi lovely! Thank you so much for the ask, I love that you guys want to talk about Reiko, it makes my little shrivelled heart all warm 🥺

And never apologise for your English, I’m not English myself, I understand the struggle ahah

Reiko is definitely a beautiful woman, I mean, she has two very hot parents. She’s not too fond of her own hair colour (why do people bully redheads?? like get a grip. they’re hot as fuck) but I don’t think she thinks she’s unattractive. I think most of her insecurities are around her personality, and as I said, her hair. Of course to envision her anime style she would kind of look like Kushina, but if I had to think of a real life example, it would be Holland Roden (can we talk about how beautiful she is?) Big, expressive eyes, long (ish) dark red hair (copper colour), more angular face. Her eyes are darker blue, like cobalt more or less. Like not the meme ones 🔵👄🔵 that are like creepy like this. A warm, deep kind of blue

And you’re very right, as silly as she can be, she can also use sarcasm quite a lot, and she does like to be a brat and tease lol

Also definitely in the time travel fic she’s more confident in herself and acts more sly, because she’s stronger and masks her insecurities with confidence, in Unsealed Memories she gets thrown in a world where everybody’s stronger than she is and she feels inadequate a lot.

I like your headcanons about the nicknames ahaha! I think Itachi calls her a brat because he knows it makes her nervous and frustrates her.

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dailyjcink · 2 years ago

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"Lydia Martin" ❥ Original ❥ Whitelighter ❥ Open Age ❥ Strength: A Seer

"Malia Tate" ❥ Original ❥ Whitelighter ❥ Open Age ❥ Strength: Snark and ways with words

"Cora Hale" ❥ Original ❥ Whitelighter ❥ Open Age ❥ Strength: Lie Detector

For Keenen Bauknecht

Face claim, I'd recommend Lucas Bravo (esp if you're keen on having someone more mainstream and have tons of gifs), Janis Danner (since they are twin), Valentin D'Hoore and Giorgos Mavrogiannis.

If you have any questions about the plot, the family, the characters, Japanese's culture, feel free to poke me via DM or Discord.

Saori Tsukioka ❥ Original ❥ Witch/ Human ❥ 28/ 29 ❥ Middle Sister ❥ Open profession

FC suggestion: Tao Tsuchiya(image), Kasumi Arimura, Emi Takei, Alice Hirose, Haruna Kawaguchi, Yuko Araki, Nana Komatsu.

Minori Tsukioka ❥ Original ❥ Witch/ Human ❥ 24/ 25 ❥ Youngest Sister ❥ Twin: Yuori Tsukioka ❥ Open profession

FC suggestion: Ayaka Miyoshi(image), Minami Hamabe, Sakurai Hinako, Ayami Nakajo, Suzu Hirose, Mei Nagano, Nana Komatsu.

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angelicrome · 6 years ago

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shit show ✦ lydia martin

idea: requested by @someanon

requests are open, any fandom - here’s my masterlist :))

pairing: lydia martin x reader

warning:

author’s note: so i tried to make it as gender-neutral as possible and it was original going to be smut, but if y’all like it, i’ll make a dirrrrrrty smutty pt. 2

description:

“Do you wanna go outside for a bit?” Your girlfriend whispered as you were listening to Liam ramble about his love life and you quickly nodded your head to her. The sweaty people dancing around in the living room and the wasted people crying and screaming in the corner of the kitchen made you wish you were out of the house the second you got in. But you couldn’t say no to a part - especially when it was Scott’s first real party.

Lydia grabbed your hand and you two almost jumped outside, past all of the people. You could hear Liam yell at you as you ran away and outside to the front yard and Lydia calmed down as she was outside. The night was beautiful.

“Uh, it was getting to my head in there. I almost passed out.” Lydia giggled and sat down on the wet grass and turned her head and her beachy curls bounced every time she moved. You sat down in awe beside her, not letting go of her eyes.

“It’s beautiful outside.” she rejoiced with her eyes focusing and seeing every star that shined.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, not really looking at the stars. You tried to, but it seemed like you couldn’t keep your eyes off Lydia.

Lydia looked at you and you panicked and looked away immediately, making her laugh as she clearly noticed. She grabbed your head and twisted it up so you could see the stars.

“Look at them. Shining so brightly. They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

You didn’t care and you angled your head towards her, looking her straight in her green, fetching eyes, your lips only inches away from hers.

“Yes. Beautiful.” You muttered with a smile as you leaned in for a kiss, still with the smile plastered on your lips. It was short but still filled with passion as your stomach exploded. “I love you.” You said to yourself, but Lydia quickly pulled away.

“What?”

You didn’t even think you had said it out loud, but to Lydia, it was as clear as the night sky.

“What?” you repeated with a confused expression as you stared at her. A grin strangely played on her lips.

“What did you say?” she sang as you could feel your cheeks getting warmer for every second.

“Uh, nothing.” She tilted her head. “I just... I said that I love you.”

“Did you mean it?” she murmured softly, biting her lip as you nodded slightly. “I love you, too.”

Relief filled your body. No, happiness filled your body. Your mouth stood wide open as she closed it with a calm hand, and gave you a small kiss on the cheek. Lydia Martin, the girl you love, loves you back. She loves you. A loud sigh escaped your lips as she looked at you with that adorable smile with small a small blush and gleaming eyes.

“Wanna go inside.” It wasn’t really a question your girlfriend, who loves you, asked as she immediately got up from the grass and helped you get up too.

“I love you.” You said instead of answering her question.

“Dumbass.” she grinned and pulled you close to her, as you walked inside, happier than ever.

author’s note: i haven’t looked at this since i wrote it like 6 months ago so it’s probably not that good, y know. hope it is, you tell me :))))))

request here - any fandom will do :)

masterlist here

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mxltifandom-imagines · 7 years ago

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♡ CRACKSHIP ♡

— Holland Roden (Teen Wolf) + Christian Slater (Heathers)

“He looks at her, like she’s the only he sees.”

#holland roden #holland roden imagine #holland roden imagines #lydia martin #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf imagines #christian slater #heathers

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caramel-queen · 7 years ago

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Meet the cast of Fuck Fake Friends new book coming soon

THIS IS THE COVER

YOU- Samuel {Lucy} Whit { Lucy is an out going VIRGIN teen that wants to get the hell out the U.S and to where her dad is in the islands }

Dylan O'Brien- Terence Martin {Terence is an assassin that went against wishes and is know going rogue, He's heading to the Islands with Lucy but there's someone out there to make sure he doesn't leave alive that is}

Thomas Brodie-Sangster- Noah Willson III {Noah is a prince that loves the party life to much to give it all up for a dumb ass crowd so at sixteen he ran away and Is know going to head to the Islands live the way he wants but not if his crazy over powering sister has anything to say about it.}

Will Poulter- Kingson {king} Matthews {king has over powering parents that just will not get off is back about everything he does wrong in his life and in the world after punching his dead beat step father in the jaw king runs away to live on his own but after meeting Lucy he may have other plans in mind.}

Ki Hong Lee- Jacklee {Jackson} Homes { Jackson doesn't hang out as much he stays away from large crowds all he wants to do is to find the guy who raped his sister and make him pay more then ever, but his plans are delayed as he runs into Lucy, Noah and king run away from the cops and trying to get Terence out of jail}

Bill Skarsgård- Marcus Hillson {Marcus is the most hotties guy in school but all he want is Lucy but when she bangs a glass vase over his head at a party that's all he can think about is her and her "innocence"}

Holland Roden- Norma Willson {Norma is the next in line for the crowd but she can't have it until her older brother Noah hands it over and causes he ran away she has to go bring him back home so she can have what was rightfully hers.}

Tyler Posey- Tyler {Tie-tie} Michels {Tie is Terence best friend and half brother Tie helps Lucy, King, Noah find out where Terence is hiding}

Rosa Salazar- Rosealina {rose} Whit {rose is Lucy's older sister who faked her death to go live with her father in the islands and left Lucy to try to find her own way to the Islands.}

Cameron Monaghan- [officer]Millson {Millson was Terence old partner before Terence went rogue, putting Millson in a very bad spot that couldn't get him killed not before he kills Terence first. and anyone that gets in his way}

#cameron monaghan #rosa salazar #dylan o'brien #thomas sangster #ki hong lee #will poulter #holland roden #tyler posey #bill skarsgard #dylan o'brien imagine #thomas sangster imagines #ki hong lee imagines #will poulter imagine #holland roden imagines #tyler posey imagine #bill skarsgard imagine

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starlightandfairies · 3 years ago

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Summer Christmas ~Dylan O'Brien~

Description: Y/N and Dylan go to Australia for Christmas. Y/N had lived in Australia growing up and wanted to show Dylan what Christmas was like for her growing up instead of the cold and snow.

Warnings: Fluff, female pronouns, a swear or two, just for those who don't know as Australia is in the Southern Hemisphere it's summer during December. Mentions of drinking alcohol, eating meat.

Key: Y/N = Your name, Hot Chips = fries, F/N = Father's name

Word count: 2737

First Person's POV

Dylan and I had just spent a lot of time on multiple different planes. We were jet lagged and just wanting a proper bed. We pretty much dragged each other to the hotel we were staying at and once we got to the bedroom we threw the bags down, locked the door and flopped on the bed. I missed Australia, but I also loved living with Dylan in America. I woke up the next morning to Dylan gently rocking me awake, I groaned and looked up at him tiredly. He gave a happy smile, I sat up and hugged him tightly. Feeling all giddy inside once Dylan hugged me back, we had been dating for almost three years, this year for Christmas I wanted to Show Dylan what I did for Christmas for most of my life.

I gasped as I saw a tiny, cheap Christmas tree in the hotel room, with some decorations on it and a Santa Christmas topper. I stared at it in awe, then looked at Dylan happily.

"I made the Santa, I remember you telling me how your family put a Santa on the Christmas tree and how you didn't get to keep it. So I decided to make one for you."

"I love you so much." I whispered, placing a kiss on his cheek, he smiled back at me and caressed my cheek before carrying me out of the bed and taking me to the small table that was in the room.

"I also got us room service.” I felt butterflies in my stomach, Dylan doesn’t even know his way around here and already did all of this. As we ate, we discussed what we’d be doing in minimal detail, I wanted it all to be a surprise for Dylan when we did each activity. I placed the dishes outside the door, looking to see a couple of other rooms to have done the same and then went back inside.

I walked over to Dylan, smiling as he brought me to sit on his knee. I wrapped my arms over his shoulder and blushed as he kissed my lips.

“So, what’s planned for today?” He questioned, keeping his hands wrapped around my waist. I thought about what I wanted to do with him and let my eyes lit up.

“We’re gonna watch a movie at the cinema and then go to the arcade.” I informed, he nodded and kissed my lips one more time. I hopped off and got dressed, grabbed my wallet. I looked at Dylan, smiling as he placed his baseball cap on.

“Ready?” I questioned, he nodded and followed me out to the lobby. We got a taxi to an arcade I had been to many times before. Once we got there, I paid with Australian dollars I got from a currency exchange place back in America. I got us the card that allowed us to use all the games and led Dylan to my favourite game. It was an arcade game where you sit in this little booth like thing and stimulate what happens on the screen and shoot whatever needed to be shot. It was Jurassic Park themed and gave the feeling of being in the movie. Sorta.

After we did a level, we decided to let some others have a go and Dylan dragged me to the dancing game. I huffed, knowing I had two left feet when it came to dancing and smiling sheepishly at Dylan. Halfway through, I couldn’t help but laugh as Dylan did his carefree dancing. We then went to do the basketball games, which I tended to be good at despite my horrible sport skills.

Dylan looked at me with a cheeky look on his face, scooted over to me while still being able to score a point in his own game and covered my eyes with his hand.

“Dylan!” I whined, wincing as I heard the fail sound from my machine. I stuck my tongue out at him once he removed his hand and continued to try and score points for myself. After we were both finished, I hit him across the shoulder and shook my head as he continued to flash his cheeky grin. We did a couple more games, like the Skei-ball and the ball toss game, while also doing another simulator game called the typhoon which made it seem like we were on a roller coaster or something.

After spending time at the arcade, we went to watch a movie at the cinema and then went back to the hotel room. We laid in bed, cuddling and talking about things we did growing during this time. Dylan currently had no movies or shows to watch and I was currently on a break from my job.

The next morning it was Christmas Eve, I took Dylan to the local beach and smiled at him cheekily.

“Now, I’m going to teach you the classic Australian rules, don’t touch a blue thing in the sand. More than likely it’s a blue bottle they suck and they are horrible. When in the water, never turn your back on the ocean, just a known fact. Always stay between the red and yellow flags. And keep the sunscreen up.” He chuckled at my little info guide, placed the towels on the sand and then placed then sat on his towel and started putting sunscreen on. I helped him put the sunscreen on his back, he smiled at me, then grabbed my arms and looked at me with a grin.

“So, what’s the slang for this?” He asked looking at my rash guard, I smiled at him and tilted my head to the side.

“A rashie.”

“And it saves you from putting sunscreen on your arms?” He asked looking at my long-sleeved rash guard/ rashie.

“Well, yes, but there are short-sleeved ones. But I prefer these ones honestly.” I grinned at him and pulled him off, kicked my shoes off and waited for him to do the same. He had the swimming trunks on that went just to his knees. I took his hand and ran into the water with him, going to where the water met my waist and was a little bit lower on Dylan due to him being taller than me.

I smiled as I jumped over a wave, feeling reminiscent as I leapt in the water, Dylan picked me up and fell into the water, letting me go as we came up for air, I fixed his crooked sunglasses and splashed water on him, laughing as he dove into a wave. We went further into the water, which caused me to need to hang onto Dylan for support. He kept an arm wrapped around me and dropped to his knees, taking me down with him and kissed my lips, then each cheek and then my forehead and once again my lips.

“So, you did this every Christmas Eve.”

“Yep. Family tradition, then tomorrow you get to meet my family over Christmas Day dinner.”

“Ooh, three years and I finally meet them. What embarrassing stories are they going to tell me?”

“A bunch.” He laughed at my statement, then picked me and swirled me around. Then once again dropped me in the water. After a little but of swimming and splashing each other with salt water, we grabbed our bags and went to a store that was nearby and grabbed a serving of hot chips. We placed our towels on the park bench that overlooked the ocean and ate the chips. I rested my head on his shoulder, smiling as he wrapped an arm around my waist and then placed a chip in his mouth.

After walking around for a little bit, we grabbed ice creams and continued to walk around hand in hand.

“You know, I’m surprised there’s been no fans wanting your autograph.” I stated, looking up at him and smiled as he kissed my cheek.

“They’re just too scared to approach me because I have the prettiest girl at my side.” I blushed at his comment, watching as he lifted his sunglasses up and winked at me.

We got a taxi home, did our normal routine and then watched a couple of movies. I guess we both had the same ideas because we woke up at different times in the night to put Christmas presents under our small Christmas tree. The next morning, we opened our presents, I got Dylan some Mets hats and shirts, some I managed to get signed. I also got him some books and boxsets of shows he likes as well as some photos of the two of us. Dylan got me some books, photos, fan merchandise from fandoms I like and also got me a locket that had our first photo together inside it.

“Merry Christmas, Dylan.” I whispered, kissing his lips, he smiled at me and whispered gently.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N” He kissed my lips, smiling into it and then pulled me up. He placed a Santa hand on my head, then placed one on his head. Dylan wore a white singlet with black shorts that got to his knees, I wore a white and blue dress which had a peasant top. It went down to my ankles and had slits that went just to my thighs.

We got to my parents home, I wore the necklace Dylan gave me and Dylan placed one of the shirts I got for him over his singlet but kept it unbuttoned. I was a little nervous for my parents to meet him, but I knew they’d love him. Dylan kissed my cheek, hanging his sunglasses on his singlet due to the fact he kept the Santa hat on just like I did.

“Y/N” My father exclaimed, I smiled and hugged him tightly, missing seeing him after all these years.

“Hey, dad.” Dad, looked at Dylan held out his hand and introduced himself.

“I’m F/N and you must be Dylan?”

"Yes, sir, it’s very nice to meet you.” Dylan introduced giving his hand a shake. Dad allowed the two of us in, I smiled at my cousins running around with toys they got for the holiday and walked into the backyard where mum was.

“Y/N!” She exclaimed, running over and gave me a hug, I hugged her back smiling happily as I hugged her.

“Oh I missed you so much! Is this the famous Dylan you’ve been telling me about?” I nodded, smiling as Dylan held his hand out for her.

“It’s nice to meet you.” My mum just hugged him and led the two of us to the cooler.

“Welcome to the family!” She exclaimed, I shook my head and smiled as Dylan kept an arm wrapped around me, mum handed me a vodka cruiser and showed Dylan inside the box. He grabbed a beer out and smiled at me as he opened the drinks and sipped on it. I dragged him down slightly so I could whisper into his ear.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay not knowing anyone?” He nodded, smiling and let me lead him around. Dad was cooking on the barbecue, making sausages and patties for burgers.

“Come on, I wanna hear embarrassing stories.” I giggled at what he said and took his hand, leading him back inside the house and up the stairs. I led him to my old room, showing him the insides of it.

“Wow. This my girlfriend’s room when she was a teenager. Where you angsty?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes playfully at his comment.

“Yes, just like any teenager I had a bunch of end of the world emotions.” He looked around the room, smiling at the items I left behind.

“Did you have like, dark makeup and a dark attitude?”

“No, I never wore makeup as a teen, unless it was for some event. Yes, I did have a dark attitude but then I started getting people I wanted to keep in my life and you were amongst them.” He smiled, hugging me tightly, being careful not to spill the drinks. We walked back downstairs, sat on the outdoor couches with plates in our hands.

“So, Dylan has Y/N told you about the time when she was about five and learning how to ride a bike at the age of five?” Dylan shook his head, looking at me curiously.

“As she was leaning to ride a bike, we were near a lake and she wasn’t too familiar with riding the bike. So there’s was a pathway that ended up breaking off into, you know a circle of path around the lake and she forgot to turn and rode straight into the lake.” Dylan looked me trying to suppress his laughter and then turned to my mum who decided to tell another embarrassing story.

“When Y/N was fifteen, we went to go on a holiday, we went to this resort that and one night we were walking around the busy, popular area and there was a fountain that had a statue next to it. So, we got her to sit on the edge of the fountain next to the statue and after we took the photo the statue moved. We knew it was a street artist but she didn’t so, the person scared the crap out of her and she fell into the water.”

Dylan looked at me with a questionable look, I wanted to defend myself, so I did.

“In my defence, I had just watched a horror movie, which you know I hate. So I was very jumpy and that person didn’t help. Which led me to falling into the water and being paranoid for the rest of the evening.” Dylan was taking a sip of his drink, laughed and ended up spitting the liquid into the glass and cover his mouth with the back of his hand and laughed.

Dylan and I got back to the apartment, showered and then laid in bed to watch ‘It’s a wonderful life.’ Both Dylan and I adored the movie, and it became our tradition every Christmas Day. I turned my head to the side, smiling as I saw Dylan staring at me lovingly, I smiled back at him and raised an eyebrow as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Any other embarrassing stories?”

“Oh, there’s a heap.”

“Well, one more.” He pleaded.

“When you and I first started dating, I really wanted to impress you and we both know I hadn’t been living in America for that long either and that I know shit about sport. I knew you like the Mets, so I went to this store that mainly had baseball stuff and asked the person that was working there about baseball and if they were a Mets fan. I ended up guessing the completely wrong stuff about baseball and how it works and ended up offending the person with my poor knowledge on baseball to the point where they gave me a gift card to the fundamentals of baseball class.”Dylan hugged me tightly, a huge smile on his lips and I held onto him feeling safe in his arms.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I wanted to impress you as well during that time and I knew that you loved the book series that you were reading at the time so I went to a library and saw a group of people reading the series. As I asked them about the author and the series. They gave me dirty looks, then whispered amongst each other before giving me a two hour speech about the series and then got me to recite it back, Then when I got confused with two characters and which one was which. So I ended up offending them all by saying that the most favourited character was the evil one and vice versa. They ended up chasing me around two blocks and then had me recite it again.” I giggled at him, smiling happily at him and pecked his lips.

“Well, at least we were both embarrassed to impress the other.”

“Shows that I fell in love with you early because you are just perfect” He whispered, leaning to his bedside table and held up some fake mistletoe, I giggled and leaned forward to kiss his lips. We both smiled into the kiss and ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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dreamsfromthesandman · 3 years ago

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From old friends to new acquaintances

A/N: I have been working on than for a while and @imaginationofacrazyfangirl has been helping me along the way. It is no where near dine but I wanted to get it posted. So I’m posting this from my phone so I apologize for any discrepancies. Let me know what y’all think! More to come on this story!

Gif not mine- wanted a little something for all you fans in the middle.

Warnings: smut, fluff, not good with warnings. —————————————————————-

Leave it to your best friend, Holland, to drag you to a dive bar to see one of her friends in his band. She has known him for quite a while ,and while they never were together, they have this odd sibling bond with each other. You thought it was weird.

“Look, Holl, I am not ready for the dating scene again,” you sulked, “ I haven’t dated since Tyler and I broke up. And quite frankly, I still am bitter.”

Tyler was your high school sweetheart. You guys dated on and off throughout and thought it was meant to be. But when you went off to college across the nation, he decided to stay in state and live it up. You met Holland in your biology class. She was smart, beautiful, and people seemed to flock to her. You didn’t think someone who was A-list material would even look at you. Being she was 2 years older than you at the age of 25 you thought she was a senior ready to graduate with her Bachelors. You were wrong. She was in college getting her PhD in physics. Considered she skipped all of the pre req’s. You were just getting fine with your bachelor degree and you planned to never come back.

“Oh, c’mon, (Y/N). That was 5 years ago! That was before college! Can’t you just trust me on this?”

You rolled your eyes and smiled, “Ok then. Let’s go.”

She let out a little squeal and yanked your arm basically dragging you behind her as she flung the bar door open. It wasnt busy yet as you both headed to the front of the stage. You didn’t really know who you were looking for as you have always made up excuses to not come to shows. You heard stories and seen a photo or two but never met in person.

“Dylan! Where are you?” Called Holland. While she called for her friend you wandered around the stage and bar admiring the drums and guitars. You dabbled in percussion in middle school and freshman year of high school but never got into it. You preferred to take photographs. Holland didn’t know this part as she would have never let it go about you never coming. You took your phone out and snapped a photo or two of the stage. You couldn’t resist the fire red drumset or the icy blue guitar.

“Excuse me, Miss,” someone tapped my shoulder.

Spinning around you came face to face with chocolate brown eyes, a scruffy face, and a smile that made your heart race.

“Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be in your way—uh—,” you rushed, “I’ll move out of your way—...” you scurried away, facepalming and blushing. You haven’t seen such a cute boy in a while and he kind of caught you off guard. You sat on one of the barstools by the front door, face in your hands. You wanted to leave. You’ve made a fool of yourself.

“(Y/N)? Are you ok?,” Asked a very worried Holland. She didn’t see you embarrass yourself but considering you had your bright red face in your hands she had thought you were crying.

“Oh, Holl, I made a complete fool of myself. Can we just go?” You mumble.

“Go? We just got here. Just have a drink and relax. You need to let loose a little. I’m sure no one noticed, whatever happened.”

“Ok. Let loose. Sir? Can I have an applepie shot?” You motioned to the older bartender.

“See? You’ll be fine soon. Once the music starts and the liquor is flowing the dancing will begin and you can dance your worries away,” Holland motioned the bartender for two shots. He brought them over and you both downed them. You felt the alcohol burn it’s way down and warm your belly. Feeling determined, you got up and went back towards the stage as you wanted one more photo. Hearing the click of Holland’s boots on the floor a voice shouted from behind the stage.

“Holland! You made it!” As the boy from earlier enveloped her into a bear hug.

“Dyl! Put me down! You’re making me wrinkle!” She scolded as he put her down she started smoothing her top.

“Wrinkle sminkle,” he said flipping his hand in a dismissive manner.

“Hey. You’re the chick that was taking pictures. I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself,” walking over to you and sticking out his hand, “I’m Dylan. I’m the drummer for the band.”

“I’m (Y/N). Holland’s told me a lot about you.”

“(Y/N). I like that name.” Shaking his hand, It seems like he has already forgotten about earlier. He looked familiar but it must have been his eyes. His laugh was contagious. The scruff on his face highlighted his cheekbones and his pink lips. You couldn’t help but notice that his teeth were perfectly straight. You had a nagging in the back of your head that you have met this person before. It’s not possible you told yourself. You have never gone to a show of his and you’ve only seen pictures in Holland’s house. That has to be where you know him from. You convince yourself that you have never met and that your mind is pulling from the memories at Holland’s house. The nagging wouldn’t go away so you decided to get another shot. “Can I have another shot, sir?” You leaned on the bar to wave him over, unaware of the monstrosity behind you as more people show up. The bar tender is making his way over to you grumbling, “did you both want one?”

“Holl, did you—,” turning around to ask your red headed friend. The sentence didn’t even come all the way out as Tyler was standing close to Dylan. You couldn’t believe your eyes. How could the one person you didn’t want to see, that you left behind in Washington state, be in the same exact bar as you in New Jersey? No it couldn’t be him. He was in Washington. He wasn’t a traveler. You motion for just one shot to the bartender and he gives it to you. Slinging your head back, you let the alcohol run through your system. In your head you just keep saying it isn’t him. Even if it is you can just ignore him, you told yourself. That ship has sailed and it will never be like it was before. He has no power over you here. This is your domain.

“When are you guys starting? I wanna dance!,” you exclaim, booty bumping Holland in the process.

“Very soon. I should probably go help the guys set up so we can start sound check,” Dylan chimed. “See you guys later!”

And with that he hopped up on stage and started to put the microphone together. You couldn’t help but notice that his butt looked great in his jeans. The two shots were making you feel loosy goosey.

“Looks like someone is finally ready to relax,” Holland smirked.

Blushing, you give her a shove. “I don’t need a guy right now. I have to graduate first and start my career.”

Tyler blew out a long breath and swigged his beer. You totally forgot about him being there. The realization that he was not a figment of your imagine hit you like a ton of bricks. Frustrated by this you approach him.

“Can I help you with something? Why are you here?,” hitting the table with your hand, “ you never wanted to travel but yet, here you sit. What the fuck are you doing here?”

“(Y/N), calm down. If I wanted to find you sooner I would have. I’m not here for you. Let’s not forget who broke up with who here,” Tyler shrugged and flattened his lips into a line that only said believe what you want.

“You never answered my question, Posey,” you seethed through gritted teeth.

“Watching my best friend play in his band, (Y/L/N). This really isn’t your scene, now is it? Why do you care anyways? You left me, not the other way around,” he was being very matter of fact and that irked you. The two shots you had weren’t helping the extremely short fuse you already had with him. True, you left him. True, you’re the one with broke it off. You didn’t want him anymore but yet you ached for his kisses. The outside smell of his hair mixed with his shampoo. It all brought back memories. You softened a little, taking a sit by Holland, “whatever, Posey.”

Sweat coated your body as you danced, the beat of the drums coursing throughout, vibrating your rib cage. You haven’t had this much fun in a long time and you are grateful for your red headed friend for dragging you out of your apartment. As the song ended, you stumble towards a chair, wanting to rest your feet. Heeled boots were a great fashion choice but horrible for dancing so long.

“Hey, who wants another round?,” Tyler shouted, “I’m gonna get another.” You waved the empty beer bottle towards him. You took inventory of how you were feeling, even though you knew you were fine considering you were still standing in your heels. Typically, heels and drinking don’t mix for you, having fallen several times in the past. The decision was made that you were fine and in control. The band announced their short break and the bars lights came up a bit while they played some other music over the speakers. Your mind wandered back to earlier when Tyler said his best friend is in the band. Who would he know that’s all the way out here? Your brow furrowed, lost in thought, wracking your brain for who he could know.

“Earth to (Y/N). Your beer is here,” Tyler shoves the cold bottle on your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“That’s feels good. It’s so hot in here,” you waved you hand in front of your face in an attempt to cool down with a breeze.

“By your dance moves I’m not surprised. You were really moving those hips,” Tyler raised his eyebrows at you and gave you a wink. Yanking the beer from his hand you take a deep swig, still annoyed that you have to share your night out with him.

“Nobody asked Tyler,” Holland chimed sensing your attitude rising. He leaned back in his chair, legs slightly agape, and swigging that beer.

“I know that look,” he mumbled.

He does look good, you thought. He wasn’t the scrawny, long haired wanna be he was in high school. Instead he had these shoulders and biceps that seemed to burst from his t-shirt. A tattoo on his bicep caught your eye. His hair was fluffy on the top and short on the sides. It got a deeper brown color with age, almost like melted milk chocolate mixed with peanut butter.

“You guys enjoying the show?,” an out of breath voice asked. It was Dylan.

“Dude you are amazing on the drums. Better than last time I seen you,” Tyler gushed.

“It’s called practice you hobo,” Dylan fires back, “besides, I have people to impress.” His eyes flicked towards you.

“And who, exactly, are you trying to impress, Mister O’Brien?,” a sarcastic question from the tipsy red head, “ the only girl you have to impress here is (Y/N).”

“I know,” is all he said with a wink. You felt your face flush.

“O’Brien!? Let’s go you lazy ass!” Another boy shouted. Must have been a member of the band wanting to get back to playing.

“Alright!” He shouted back, “looks like I’ve gotta get back,” He ran and hopped on the stage just like earlier. His ass looked great in jeans. Especially when he did that little hop-jump onto the stage. The music started back up and you were ready to keep dancing. Feeling someone grab your hips from behind you spun around to see who the creep was. Tyler stood with his hands still on your hips but now facing him you could see the hunger in his eyes.

“What’s one more night with me?” He asked, leaning in your ear. He led you into a grind. The sex wasn’t bad with him. In fact it was great sex. That was something neither of you lacked. There was an ache between your legs as you remember the fun times.

“Is that your way of getting me to grind with you?”

“If I said yes would you stay?”

You pushed your butt into his crotch and grinded away. His bands staying on your hips the whole time, guiding you to keep rhythm with him.

“I knew you would stay. You’re a whore for grinding,” he teased.

“You know it baby. It still doesn’t change the fact that I’m not sleeping with you.”

“You don’t have too.” After hours of dancing you felt a yawn tug at your lips.

“Hey, Holl, I’m going to get going. I am super tired and a long way home,” coming to your friend.

“Yeah, why don’t I come with you. Let’s just say good night and leave.” And with that you both said your goodbyes to the band and Tyler.

“Hey, (Y/N), do you have a ride home? I can always drive you,” the intoxicated Tyler said.

“No, thank you, Tyler. Holland and I came together and she’s my ride,” pointing a thumb at the red head.

“Looks like she’s got other plans in her mind,” Tyler made a gesture of sexual nature with his pointer finger and thumb making an “O” shape and his other pointer going in and out of it. Glancing back at her, he is right. She’s flirting away with another guy by the door. No doubt making plans to hook up. Leave it to her to always get a guy in bed with her long fiery hair, green Emerald eyes, and a body that can stop traffic.

“(Y/N), is there anyway either Dylan or Tyler can take you home? I forgot about about other plans I had tonight,” raising her eyebrows, eyes pleading.

“Sure, Holland, I can drive her,” Tyler said pudding out his chest like a proud bird.

“Ugh. Fine,” you sulked. That was the last thing you wanted. He pulled into the parking lot of the apartment. While it was nice of him to drive you home, he unfortunately had to drive the opposite direction of the bar leading him to be an hour from his hotel.

“Thank you for the ride. It’s a long way back to your hotel right? Why don’t you just stay? You can have my couch.

“Thanks, (Y/N). Tell me where visitor parking is so I don’t get the rental car towed,” he yawned.

“Here is good.”

Pulling house keys from your clutch you motioned for him to follow as you started towards the door. The morning glow of the sun peeked into the bedroom. Glancing at the clock it read 10:00AM. Getting home at 2 was definitely not the norm but given that it was also the first time you’ve actually gone out with friends you decide to let the late start to your day slide. Flipping the blankets off you head to the kitchen to make some coffee.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” a voice from the couch said. You let out a shocked yelp, not realizing there was someone else here with you.

“What the actual fuck, Tyler! You gave me a near heart attack,” you scolded, clutching your heart. “What are you doing here anyways?”

“You let me stay the night, remember?”

Last night was flooding back. Tyler got you home and he was right. You did invite him to stay since his hotel was on the other side of town.

“Ugh,” growling in anger at your self.

“I believe the words are ‘did you want to stay for breakfast’ and I would love to stay,” Tyler teased. He moseyed into the kitchen and started rummaging through the cupboards. He pulled out pancake mix and shook the box.

“Yep that’s plenty,” with one more good shake.

“I’m not cooking.”

“You don’t have to, (Y/N). I’ll cook. It’ll be like old times. You know I was a baller at pancake flipping.” He flexed. The memory of him flipping a pancake and completely missing the pan came back to you.

“As long as you don’t miss the pan and make a mess of my stove,” you giggled like a little school girl.

“Oh my gosh... you can smile! I never thought I would get a smile out of you,” gushed an excited boy, “I guess you’re still into Champion Pancake Flippers, huh?”

“Make the damn breakfast, Master Pancake Flipper.”

“As you wish and that is Champion Pancake Flipper to you.”

And with that he got to work measuring and mixing. Both of you made small talk with one another. You have to admit it was nice being able to reminisce without having to explain back stories. Moments later, a stack of hot cakes got slid over to you with all the fixings.

“Wait,” he stated, “I didn’t forget that you prefer honey and jam over syrup and butter.” Sliding the jam and honey on the counter he took the syrup and butter for him. You had to admit he wasn’t a bad guy. The mere fact that he remembered such a small detail made your heart swell. You guess you were to mean to him. still doesn’t excuse the fact that he cheated. You caught him red handed with another girl at his house. You seen them on the couch together, lipstick on his face and she was fixing her top. You couldn’t believe that he would do that to you. His shirt was ripped open and the look of horror was planted on him. You stalked out of his place and never talked to him again. You ghosted him. You didn’t want excuses so you decided that night to pack up your stuff and head off for college without so much as a good bye. But talking and laughing with him now is different than before. Maybe because that all happened years ago. Maybe because you never really told how you felt. “You know I never got to apologize,” he said sheepishly.

“For what?”

“You finding me like that with her that one night.”

“Tyler, just don’t,” you pleded, “don’t ruin what we have right now.”

“You have to know that it wasn’t my fault,” he groaned, “she pushed herself on me. I pushed her away. She ended up ripping my shirt in the process. I asked her to leave. She wouldn’t take no for answer—“

“You expect me to believe that load of shit?” You were flabbergasted.

“Yes— I mean no— I mean...,” he couldn’t even grasp words while you had you’re hands on your hips and your brow furrowed.

“Well? Which is it?”

“You know, I came to explain. To apologize to you for having that happen. I don’t know what else to do. You’re being stubborn and not listening-“

“I’m being stubborn!? I trusted you, Tyler. She’s just a friend. She’s not as pretty as you. I’m not into her. Was it all a lie?” Your voice was slightly raised and quivering with tears. He looked defeated.

“It wasn’t a lie. I felt- no feel- nothing for her. At all. I never did.”

You desperately wanted to believe him. He seemed so sorry and seemed to be telling the truth. It was silent for a solid 5 minutes while you pondered what he said.

“I forgive you.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

“I will probably never trust you again, but I forgive you.”

He reached for your hand that lay still clenched on the counter. His touch felt comforting.

“Thank you for breakfast. I can do the dishes,” you motioned to the stove and your plates as his touch made you want to be with him again. He was still warm from standing over the hot stove.

“Thank you, my dear, for letting me cook.”

“I think if we were to reconnect then I wouldn’t want to be more than friends, Tyler. I want you to know that.”

“Fair enough.”

Cleaning the kitchen wasn’t as bad as it used to be with him. Tyler would make a huge mess and leave you to clean it. There was minimal batter on the counter and stove.

‘I reek of sweat, alcohol, and Tyler,’ you thought to yourself. Hitting the dishwasher door with your hip, you grabbed some towels from the linen closet and headed for the bathroom.

“Ty, I’m going to shower. Did you want to shower after me? I have some jammies that might fit you while your stuff washes.”

“Can I go with you?” He was smirking and wiggling his brows.

“Uh— absolutely not. Pervert.” Shutting the door behind and locking it behind you. ‘That is the last thing you need, (Y/N).’ You felt a flutter in your stomach and a flush to your cheeks. The hot shower helped release the pressure building in your head. Tyler just walked back into your life without any sort of notice. Why wait so long? It wasn’t a secret that you came here for college, however you did unfriend him on social media. Maybe his guilt kept him from coming sooner? Shutting the water off, you dried quickly.

“Ty? Are you gonna shower?”

No answer.

“Tyler?” You shouted in the tiny apartment. Nothing.

You heard your phone chime with a new text message.

From: Dylan

Hey! Thanks for coming last night! The band really appreciates all the support we can get. We got asked to come back in 2 weeks! Anyway, just wanted to thank you. See you later!

Now Dylan seemed nice. You would probably give him a chance if asked on a date. You quickly typed a you’re welcome reply and sent it. Wait, how did he get my number? And how do you have his?

To: Dylan

Hey, odd question. How do you have my number?

From: Dylan

Holland.

To: Dylan

Figures. Lol. You wanna grab coffee or a drink some time?

From: Dylan

Lol that Holland XD I would love to grab coffee with you. Let me know when you are free.

To: Dylan

I’m free Sunday.

From: Dylan

Tomorrow Sunday? Sure :) Starbucks on Broadway at 10?

To: Dylan

Works for me. See you then :)

And just like that you have a date with mister Dylan O’Brien himself. Now what to wear? Walking around to grab some clothes you spot a note on your coffee table.

(Y/N), thank you for letting me spend the night and having breakfast with me. I hope we can reconnect as friends. It would mean a lot to me to have you in my life again. I’ll be in town for the next month. Hopefully we can see each other again before I go back home. Yours truly, Tyler

Placing the note back on the table you dress quickly into some comfortable sweats. No plans for today meant you could recharge for tomorrow’s date. The chocolately brown eyes and hair along with lean muscular arms of Dylan made you giddy with excitement. Not having officially dated since coming here, you were pretty excited and nervous. You’ve hooked up and gone to parties but not an actual date. With someone that is, hopefully, interesting.

‘What to wear?’ You thought, ‘dress, skirt or pants?’

“Hey, Google, what’s the weather going to be like tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow will be partly cloudy with a high of 76 degrees,” the tiny assistant answered.

‘Not helping,’ you thought.

Rummaging through the closet, trying to find something to wear, you come across a nice sun dress. It had pops of blue and green. That paired with a pair of cork wedges and it would be nice and casual. With the outfit picked out you decide that was enough for the day and nestled on the couch to binge watch some television. It has been awhile since you have sat and did nothing. Between classes and working part time as a cocktail waitress at a high scale club was exhausting. Tips were fantastic there but you hated the catcalling and the sleazy men that would come in. You are pretty sure you work for either the mafia or pimps. Your phone chimed.

From: Holland

Soooo I heard u have a d8 tomorrow

To: Holland

Yea. I’m excited.

From: Holland

And that sum1 spent the nite :P

To: Holland

Yes but nothing happened. I actually forgot he was here this morning. He scared me shitless

From: Holland

Sssuuurrrreeeee. I’ll ttyl

Shaking your head you had to smile. Your best friend could make you smile all the time. She had her quirks and you didn’t agree with her all the time but she was gold. You really hope that Holland wasn’t going to try and force a relationship on you if you didn’t want it or there was no real connection. However, you were physically attracted to him as he was lean and muscular. The veins on his arms seemed to come to the surface every once in a while. The day seemed to slip by as you emerged yourself with your favorite movies and shows. Mug of hot cocoa in hand you gathered up the soft blanket that has been draped over you. The cocoa was heating you up a little too well. Just then you heard the doorbell ring. It made you jump as you weren’t expecting visitors. Not wearing any undergarments you put the blanket around you to hide anything poking through the thin shirt. Peeking through the peephole, Holland was standing on the other side. Unlocking the door she let herself in while you plopped back on the couch.

“You look tired,” she stated.

“Not surprised. I’ve been sitting here all day relaxing. Not to mention I went to bed at 2AM,” you snapped.

“No need to be feisty,” she tisked.

“What’s in the bag?” You asked. Seemed heavy and, quite frankly you hoped it was food. All you had to eat was the pancakes Tyler made. That was at 10:30 and it was now creeping onto 7.

“I know you well enough to get some Chinese before coming here,” and with that she pulled out dumplings and lo mein.

“Oooo. I’m starving,” jumping off the couch to grab some plates.

“Just eat out of the container. I already ate,” she waved the plate off.

“More for me then,” you quipped, fork in hand.

You ate in silence for a few moments. She was looking at her phone and you acted like you haven’t eaten in days. The Chinese food was hitting the spot in your empty stomach.

“Thanks for the food,” you said inbetween bites of lo mein.

“Don’t mention it. I figured you hadn’t eaten yet,” she waved it off.

“So tell me about last night,” she wiggles her eyebrows.

“Honestly, nothing happened. He stayed on the couch and I went to my room. He made breakfast this morning. I showered and came back and he was gone,” you recalled the days events with a shrug, not sure what she was looking for.

“So no kissing or anything?” She clarified.

“Nope.”

“And what about this date tomorrow?”

“What about it? It’s just coffee. Nothing special.”

“It’s never ‘just coffee’. Besides, I seen the way you both were looking at each other last night.”

“Please don’t try to play matchmaker with me, Holland. I really am not interested in a relationship. Just new friends.”

“With benefits,” she laughed.

“Probably not. But we will see.”

She stuck around for a while watching movies and bad television with you. It was nearing 9:30 when she left as she had to work the next morning and you had a date. With a few hugs and “I love you”’s you waited until she got to her car and started it before shutting and locking your apartment door. You crawled into your queen size bed anxious for tomorrow’s date. The sun came poking through and you checked the time on your phone. You still had a little bit of time so a light breakfast was in your near future. Padding to the kitchen you scrounged up some yogurt and granola skipping your morning cup of coffee for some lemon water instead since you will have the coffee later. Rinsing the dishes, you head to the bathroom to get ready. Since the dress has pops of blue and green you decide on subtle makeup. Slipping into your cork wedges you grab the keys and head out to starbucks. From: Dylan I’m here. I’ll wait for you inside. To: Dylan Ok. I’m parking now. Nervousness washed over you as you were walking into the coffee shop. This would only be the second time you’ve met him. Knot in your stomach or not you wanted to get to know him. The door dinged signaling your arrival. He waved you over.

“Hey, you made it!” He stood for a hug.

“I wouldn’t miss a chance to hang out with the semi famous Dylan,” you teased.

“Funny. I like funny girls,” he motioned to get in line.

“So, what do you do for fun?”

“Well I play in the band. That takes up most of my time. But when I’m not with them I enjoy video games or cooking.”

“Sounds like typical boy stuff,” you giggled, “except the cooking. I wouldn’t take you as a cook.”

“Yeah, that’s my hidden talent. What about you?”

Finally it was your turn to order.

“What can I make you today,” asked the chipper barista.

“White chocolate mocha, a large please,” you answered.

“You guys together or separate?”

“We’re sepa—“

“Together,” Dylan interrupted.

“What can I get you?”

“Triple espresso.”

“You total is $10.95,” the barista was getting inpatient. Taking out you debit card to hand to her but Dylan beat you to the punch with cash. She hands him his change and both of you head to the pick up section.

“I work at a night club as a cocktail waitress and go to school. I don’t go out often,” finally answering his question.

“Make good money doing that?”

“Decent. It pays the bills,” you shrug. The coffees come up and he grabs both, taking them to a nearby table.

“You’re pretty cute,” he states. It was a random thing to say to someone you barely know.

“Uh— thanks? I’m sorry, but you hardly know me.”

“I know that you’re cute in the outside. My hope is that you are beautiful on the inside as well.”

Your cheeks flush and begin to fill with color. You’re flattered but taken aback at how ballsy he is. Maybe he’s nervous too and that’s what’s causing the outbursts?

Time ticks by as small talk is made. You found out several things about the brown haired boy. His favorite color is red, he enjoys sushi, and he has a bachelor’s degree in film. Sounds of hunger came from your stomach. You tried to ignore them saying that you’ll have food when you get home. Not wanting to impose on Dylan, you didn’t say anything. It was getting harder and harder to ignore though.

“Your stomach has been growling for some time now. If you’re hungry, we can eat,” he stated.

“I didn’t want to impose. It was only supposed to be a coffee date,” you hug yourself a little wanting to feel small.

“I’m pretty hungry myself. Why don’t we turn this coffee date into a lunch date?” He asked while pushing his chair from the table. He gathered up the empty cups, tossing them into the garbage, and stuck out his hand.

“Let’s go fill your belly,” he stated, “what are you in the mood for?”

“I don’t know. Maybe just a salad.”

“A salad is not going to fill that hole in your stomach. How about a sandwich?”

“Are you telling me what I can and cannot eat?” The sarcastic response left your lips and you just laughed.

“Not at all. But I can say that you need more than a salad. Don’t want you passing out on me from hunger. That’s no way to treat my date.” He said as he slung his arm around your shoulders bringing you closer to his side.

“A sandwich it is then,” you giggled.

He led you to a deli that you’ve been to before. The food was good there and you’ve actually been dying for a roast beef sandwich.

“What’s food from here? I’ve never been.” He asked.

“I’m dying for a roast beef sandwich,” you said.

“Then that’s what I’ll get too.”

Placing your orders he beat you to the punch again at the cashiers stand, using his cash over your plastic. Lunch was pretty quiet.

“You were right about this roast beef,” he said in between huge bites of sandwich, “delicious.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty good here. One of my favorite spots.”

After lunch was done, you really didn’t want to leave but again you didn’t want to impose. He must’ve read your mind because he suggested continuing the date.

“Want to go play mini golf?” He asked.

“Sure but only if you let me pay this time. It’s not fair that you’re paying for everything.”

“I appreciate that you are willing to help pay. Usually, I’m expected to pay for everything since I am a guy.”

“I only expected you to pay for coffee. Not for my lunch and coffee. Definitely not for mini golf. We both decided to go so it’s only fair.”

Mini golf was fun with him. He ended up hitting the ball to hard, sending it into the water. It was a lot of fun being with him.

“Yay a hole in 1!” You exclaimed.

“Lucky,” Dylan mumbled as he hit his ball for the 3rd time.

“Aw, c’mon, it was a lucky shot. Besides, you’re currently winning this game.”

The score card read that he had a 20 and you had a 43. You had horrible aim and between that and your awesome ability to hit the ball to hard and it going into the water. Both of you are not professional but it was fun. His goofy antics distracting you most of the time. He was dancing with the club while wait for you to putt or he would use the club as a pool cue. You just had to laugh at him. He was so carefree and didn’t care what anyone thought of him. Maybe that was the kind of person you needed in life.

“Dylan can you help me this time?” You asked. You didn’t need the help but his touch was welcomed.

“Absolutely, cutie.”

He stood behind you and held your hands in his on the club. He was close enough that you could smell his cologne and aftershave. It was a soothing smell. You could feel his muscles tighten as he helped you swing the club. His breathing was labored but you think it’s from him goofing around.

“You smell good, cutie,” he stated.

Thanks. It’s my new shampoo,” as soon as you said it, you mentally face palmed. Really? That was the best you could come up with?

“I didn’t think you naturally smelled like flowers, cutie,” he chuckled.

After hitting the final hole, the tally is twin to see who won the game. Of course he did, only hitting the ball a total of 33 times while you had well over 40. Talk about bad aim.

“That was fun. Thank you,” you said as you were return the club to the desk clerk.

“Thank you for coming along.”

“I don’t want to lie but I don’t want to leave you quiet yet. Maybe come to my place?” You asked.

“I would love too.”

Back at your place, you pour each of you some water. Giving him a brief tour of the tiny apartment was quick and painless. Talking about everything under the sun with him was easy to do and you can’t believe you’ve made it a whole day with him. You thought a few hours at most and he would get tired of you but it seemed like he was just more intrigued.

“(Y/N), I know this is going to be fast and you can say no but I would like to kiss you,” he stuttered, his cheeks were getting slightly rosy. Your mouth gaped like a fish out of water unsure of what to say. You wanted to kiss him but wasn’t it too soon? You guess it wouldn’t hurt since it was just a kiss. You’ve kissed before but none were this cute.

“Uh— that’s an odd questions but sure. Why not?”

It was awkward at first. Both of you unsure on how to continue and bumping noses instead of it being a smooth transition.

“Here why don’t I help you,” he sat up a bit on the couch, coming towards you closing the gap. Cupping your face he leaned in. Your lips trembled with nervousness and butterflies were in your stomach.

“I’m sorry Dylan, I don’t think this is a good idea,” you say abruptly, “I’m sorry. I’m just not comfortable yet.”

You know you ruined the mood and felt bad about leading him on a little. You wanted to kiss him but you were not that comfortable yet. It’s only been one date and second meeting.

“I’m sorry for coming in so strong,” he apologized, “that wasn’t fair of me.”

“Thank you for understanding. Do I still get that second date?” You smiled and laughed, shoulder bumping him. Of course you do, cutie. I’m gotta get going. I’ll text you,” he said standing up and stretching. You could see the little hairs leading a trail down his stomach into his pants.

“Thank you for today. I had fun. Hope you did too. Let me walk you out.”

“I had so much fun with you, cutie. Thank you for letting me come over for a bit.”

He leaned in for a hug this time which you eagerly accepted. You wanted one more whiff of his scent before he left. You watched him walk to his car and start it before heading back inside, smiling all the way. The mere thought of him made you smile and giggle like a school girl. He was perfect. That is what made you worry though. No one was perfect. Not ever. Figuring it was time to get ready bed you padded to the bathroom. You had school in the morning and work tomorrow afternoon/ night and it has been an exhausting weekend. School was very uneventful the next morning. Classes were filled with lectures, group projects, and notes. Lots of notes. Checking the time, there wasn’t a lot left for you to change and get to work. Throwing on the uniform in the school bathroom, if that’s what you even call it, you hustle to your car. The uniform was just a body suit with a plunging neckline that had black and red sequins with a white lapel and black bow tie. It wasn’t the most comfortable seeing as the sequins are always scratching your arms and legs. You hated it. The job itself wasn’t bad but the uniform was horrible. Slipping on black yoga pants and a hoodie so you can walk without being self conscious through school, you trot to your car. Slamming the car into park you notice the usual cars out front. Needing to hit the back area before hitting the floor, to shed the comfortable layers and change shoes. Gym shoes would definitely not bring the tips that were so desperately needed. “(Y/L/N)!! Let’s go! You’re late and your usual table has been waiting for you,” the Boss Man shouts. He was a round guy with a deep voice think with Italian. All the girls referred to him as the B-Man or if he was being an ass he was Ass Hat. “Yes, sir! I’m on my way,” you respond picking up a drink tray. “Every week with you,” he motions with his fingers, “what is it with you?” “Sorry, sir. Class ran late,” apologizing to B-Man, “ now my tables are waiting.” Strutting out on the floor was extremely different from the back room. There was lights, red velvet covering the booths, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and pounding music. Before heading over to your table you knew their order by heart. “Good afternoon, Mr. Paul! Will it be the usual today?”

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