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justthehiddleswrites · 4 years ago

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Accidently Married | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 1 | Living Well is the Best Revenge or Just Trip Her on the Red Carpet

A/N: Tom makes certain comments about an ex (who is unnamed). It is a fictional girlfriend, take from it what you will. Keep your hate to yourself.

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Molly Bishop)

Summary: Tom is stuck in a news cycle from hell; Molly is stuck in the dead end job of bartending with a pile of student and credit debt. Tom has an idea to solve all their problems. Get married, get the paparazzi off his back, divorce after a year and Tom pays off Molly’s debts. Tom has everything figured out, that is until he sees Molly as more than a just a friend and so does someone else. In this vying for affections who will win, the handsome Brit or the boy from Boston?

This Chapter: Tom is in Vegas to present at a music awards ceremony and what do you know his high profile ex girlfriend is nominated for two awards. And the press are having a field day. Molly Bishop is grateful for the awards show because it means extra tips and getting her closer to paying off her student debt. An offhand comment by Luke coupled with an encounter with his old girlfriend has Tom’s mental wheels turning. Perhaps he and Molly can solve each other’s problem. All they have to do is get married.

Warnings: fake marriage, smut (vaginal sex), mentions of: child abuse/neglect, foster care, substance abuse, cheating.

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Tom dreaded turning his phone back on when the plane landed at McCarran airport. He knew what waited for him on the other side. Tom wondered if his publicist would buy the story he left his phone back at the bar in Heathrow. Probably not, he had tried that earlier in the year and Luke went ballistic until he came clean. He did not want a repeat of the earful he got back then. With a sigh, Tom switched on his mobile and shoved it into the front pocket of his jeans, vibrating as messages and emails came in.

Tom never imagined the relationship would end like this. He thought he was in love. He thought she was in love. But it had all been what were the words she used “escape hatch”. Tom had been a means to an end. And the punishment for his naivete was a news cycle that would not die. And that photo.

He waited until he was in the car on his way to the Bellagio before checking his messages. There were a series of several text messages from Luke.

Call me when you get to your hotel room.

Don’t read the papers.

Don’t talk to any reporters.

Don’t do anything until you talk to me.

Tom pinched the bridge of his nose underneath his sunglasses.

“Fuck!” he hissed under his breath.

This meant only one thing. Another story. Maybe more pictures. He shouldn’t have been surprised. After all, she was attending the same awards show. It ventured to guess the papers would play that up. Tom slumped against the car seat for the rest of the ride.

Check in went fine at the VIP check in. One perk of not only being a celebrity, but a presenter at the awards show. The bellhop delivered Tom’s luggage and garment bag. He pulled the outfit for tomorrow and hung it up, just like Illaria told him to. It was only when he flopped onto the sectional couch, Tom called Luke.

“I’ve been waiting for your phone call.” Luke deadpanned. “I started to worry you would pull that ‘I left my phone at the airport bar’ story.”

“I did cross my mind.” Tom let his head hit the back of the sofa. “Do I want to know?”

“Not really.” Luke winced. “They used the photo again.”

“Of course they fucking did!” Tom punched a nearby pillow. “I look like a twat. Luke, I need this to stop.”

Luke sighed. “Until something comes along that is better than this, expect it to hang around for a while. Unless you are planning on getting married in the next two days.”

Tom chuckled darkly. “Not bloody likely.” He sighed again. “Thanks for everything Luke.”

“It’s my job, mate. But you’re welcome.”

After Tom hung up, he stared first at the phone in his hand and then at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure how he got here, and he sure as hell didn’t know how to get out. Tom decided instead to wallow in self-pity and eat a ridiculously expensive room service steak.

Weekends were always busy when there were special events over at the MGM arena. This weekend was no exception. And while it may not be good for Molly’s back, her bank account greeted every penny with a smile. Vegas may be a cheap place to live, but it still costs money. And her college did not accept IOUs for student loans. She shoved more tips into the jar behind the bar and helped the next person.

“What’ll be?”

“Whatever you have that is strong and on tap.” Tom’s smooth voice cut over the din of slot machines and video poker machines.

“Coming right up.” Molly poured him a beer, and he signed the receipt with his room number before sliding to the end of the bar.

Three hours later, Tom still sat at the end of the bar, nursing the same beer. Most of the crowd dissipated at this point. Celebrities needed their beauty sleep. Or at least most of them.

“Would you like to switch that one out for a cold one?” She leaned over, smiling. “On the house.”

“Sorry.” Tom blinked and glanced around, looking for a clock Molly imagined.

“No clocks.” she commented. “Or windows.”

Tom’s brow furrowed. “Really?”

“The whole point of casinos is to keep people inside. Clocks and windows help people realize how much time has passed.” Molly replaced his beer. “The whole place is set up like a maze.”

Tom took a long draw of the fresh beer. “You seem to know an awful lot about casinos for a bartender.”

“You seem awfully forward for a movie star.” she snapped back. Tom’s eyes met yours. She shrugged her shoulders. “I have a friend who works at Regal Cinema, they let me in for free.”

“I’m having a bad day.” Tom muttered back. “You still didn’t answer the question.” He took another long draw, leaving the glass half empty.

“Oh, so we are adding pushy to your resume. I thought Brits were supposed to be charming. If you must know, I have a Bachelor’s and Master’s in Tourism from Arizona State.”

Tom opened his mouth to comment, but Molly cut him off.

“Funny thing about the tourism industry. You need experience to get a job, but you can’t get experience without having a job. Classic catch-22. Which does not pay my bills. So I bartend until I get hired somewhere.”

Tom felt like a prize idiot moping about his problems. He cleared his throat. “Apologies for my earlier behavior. I have been in a poor mood for the last several weeks and it has made me a terrible companion and customer.”

Molly smiled at him. The first truly friendly face in a while. “It’s fine. And you are entitled to a bad day.” She filled up his glass. “Once or twice. Share your troubles with me. Unless it is about which supermodel you should date next, then I don’t want to hear it.” she joked. Tom’s face fell. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t…”

Tom held up a hand. “Please don’t apologize. I take it you don’t read the magazines.”

“As a matter of course, no I don’t.” Suddenly a lightbulb went off. “Oh…”

Tom twisted his face into an exaggerated expression. “‘Oh’ is right. Usually followed by the words ‘shit’ or ‘fuck’.”

“And is she…”

Tom drained the glass. “Yep. Nominated for two awards.”

“Yikes! Well, if there is anything I can do, I am here all weekend.”

Tom stood up and left several twenty-dollar bills. “I might take you up on that. Thank you again for the conversation… I didn’t catch your name.”

“Molly Bishop”. she said, clearing his glass.

Tom offered his hand, and she shook it. “Tom.”

“I know.” she leaned in, her dark brown hair falling to the sides of her face. “Remember, you’re a movie star.”

Tom laughed. A real belly laugh. So loud that it jolted the old man at the other end of the bar awake. “I needed that. Thank you again. Have a good evening, day, morning.”

“It’s evening. Goodnight, Tom. Sleep well.”

Tom headed back towards the bank of elevators. He glanced over his shoulder to watch Molly wipe down where he had been sitting, shove the twenties into a tip jar, while tucking her hair behind her ears and help an obviously drunk couple. Tom made a mental note to find her again before he flew back and leave an even bigger tip.

Tom woke up the next morning and headed down to the gym to run on the treadmill. He would have preferred running outside but wanted to avoid people. After running five miles, he switched the machine off, wiped it and him down and headed upstairs to shower and change for the day. Tom wandered back downstairs in search of Molly, but the bartender on duty, a guy named Seth, mentioned she wouldn’t be back until the evening. Tom thanked him and headed back upstairs.

He was restless until it was time to get ready. After dressing, he took a selfie in the mirror and sent it to Illaria who confirmed he did it right. Now came the waiting game. Tom wanted to time it to avoid having to see her at all. Finally deciding he had wanted long enough, Tom called for the car and headed downstairs. What Tom forgot to account for was his incredible bad luck.

He arrived right after her and was forced to walk the red carpet, watching her out of the corner of his eye, with her arm linked around whatever man, boy, prey she ensnared for the evening. Tom plastered a killer smile on his face and continued to repeat the mantra in his head “Living well is the best revenge” when all he wanted to do is either trip her or return to his hotel room and eat an inordinate amount of chocolate cake.

The rest of the awards show blurred together into moments of white hot rage masked by a cool exterior and numbness. Thank god for the teleprompter or else Tom wondered if he would have made it through his presentation. But he did and thought he made it through the entire event without running into her and then…

“Tom!” her voice called out.

Tom froze and stiffened. What a difference a few weeks can make.

“Darling!” He spun on his heel to face her, smile firmly in place. He leaned forward and kissed her cheeks. “It’s good to see you. You look good.” he lied through his teeth.

“You too. I thought I might miss you. I just wanted to say—”

Tom waved her off. “Water under the bridge.” Another lie. Perhaps he missed his calling as a barrister or even a publicist. “Your date seems nice.”

She smiled. That smile that once melted his heart. “Thanks. He is. Where’s your—”

“Back at the hotel.” He checked his watch. “Which reminds me, I should head back. Big plans for the night.”

She blinked, and stutter stepped back. “Oh. Right.” She composed herself. “Well, it was nice to see you again. I hope we can be friends.” She held her arms open.

Fucking friends! Tom howled inside his mind. What was she playing at? More fodder for her songs? Tom seethed on the inside. He stepped forward to awkwardly hug her, praying there was no one around to snap a photo. Knowing her, though, she probably had someone in the balcony with a zoom lens.

“Of course, love.” He squeezed her a little too tight until she let loose a small yelp of pain. Tom allowed a genuine smile to come across his face. “I won’t keep you any longer. Enjoy the after party.” He walked away before she could continue on the conversation.

He waited until he was well out of earshot. “Bitch.”

The crowd started waning around 9:30 as the awards show let out. Molly figured most of the attendees would hit the after parties and things would pick up around 1 or 2 a.m. Until then, it would just be the regulars. She turned around to arrange the glasses she just cleaned when a now familiar voice rang out.

“Marry me.” Tom asked, his tie loosened.

“I don’t know you.” Molly teased back. “Now what will you have?”

“You as my wife.” Tom repeated, his palm flattened against the bar.

“Be serious.”

“I am serious.”

“Are you drunk?”

Tom shook his head. “Stone cold sober. Hear me out.”

She glanced around, seeing no plausible escape. “I’m listening. But if another customer comes up, I’m walking away.”

“I need something to move the paparazzi off this current news cycle with me.”

Molly smirked. “You ran into the ex. Did she have a new boy toy on her arm?”

“Yes, but that is beside the point.”

“It is entirely the point.”

Tom slammed his hand against the bar, rattling the container of nuts nearby. “Can I continue or are you going to keep interrupting?”

Molly crossed her arms. “Go on.”

“I need something to move the press off this story. You need money. We are the solution to each other’s problems.”

“You may be gorgeous, but if you think I am sleeping with you for money…”

“I never said sex. I said marriage. The last I checked, they could be mutually exclusive.” Tom’s expression softened. “Listen, you are clearly unhappy here. I am unhappy too. If us being together could alleviate a bit of that unhappiness, why wouldn’t we seize the opportunity? We get married. Get the paparazzi off my back. I would pay off your student loans and credit cards. And then after a year of living together, we quietly divorce. No sex. Just a business relationship.”

Molly chewed over what Tom said, while chewing on her bottom lip. He wasn’t wrong, she was unhappy. Vegas was supposed to be a brand new start, but it was more of the same. Dead end job and no career prospects on the horizon.”

“Did you say live together?”

“In London, yes. I have plenty of room. Your own space. You have a passport.”

“Yes.”

Tom’s face broke out in a wide grin. He couldn’t believe this was happening. The blood pounded in his ears and adrenaline coursed through his veins. He looked up at her with his bright blue eyes.

“Will you marry me, Molly Bishop?”

“Yes.” she smiled back.

Tom leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Then let’s get going, because the licensing bureau closes at midnight.”

Molly headed over to the manager, Nick.

“I quit.” she shoved her apron at him.

“What? You can’t quit, Molly. The big rush is coming.”

“You heard the lady.” Tom called. “She quits.”

“And who the hell are you?”

“Her fiancé. Come on, darling.” Tom held out his hand. She lifted up the bar at the entrance and took his hand.

The two of you were full of nervous energy the entire cab ride to the licensing bureau, fitting right in with the other couples waiting to get a license. While you waited in line, Tom made some calls to several chapels until he found one open and able to squeeze the two of you in.

“Now all we need is to get you a dress and some rings.”

“Oh!” Molly dug through her purse. “My friend’s kid gave these to me.” She pulled out two plastic rings. “I think these will do in a pinch.”

Tom closed his hand over hers. “I’ll buy us proper rings tomorrow. Now a dress.”

“There’s a mall on the way. I can grab something on the way.” Tom kissed Molly’s forehead.

“You are brilliant.”

“Thank you.”

Within an hour, Molly was wearing a simple white slip dress, Tom still in his suit from the awards show, although he did straighten up the tie. She smiled like a fool, holding onto a fake bouquet and Tom’s wedding ring, complete with a plastic spider in her hand.

Tom slipped on the plastic gem ring when the minister told him to, and she did the same with the spider ring. Tom giggled and so did Molly .

“I now pronounce husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.”

Tom leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. His lips were warm and soft. It was… nice. Under other circumstances, she imagined Tom would be an excellent kisser.

Tom gazed down at her. “Hello, Mrs. Hiddleston.”

“Hello, Mr. Hiddleston.”

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chubbyreaderchan · 4 years ago

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Review | Seto Kaiba x youtuber!Reader

Warning: Female Reader

Kaiba bit his lip, watching the fairly popular video. A young woman was reviewing quite a few different tech products. One of them happened to be his newest duel disk.

He was pissed.

He wasn't sure if it was her she was pissed at or the production company he employed but this video was tarnishing his reputation. Seto thought about forcing her to take it down but that would only make people think he did it. It would also hurt his sales.

It wasn't as if it was her fault that upon opening the box it fell apart and wouldn't even turn on. He picked up his phone, calling to see if the manufacturer had found out anything about that particular batch.

It was why it went viral. People where saying Kaiba was cheapening his products.

Scamming people.

"Well?" he said roughly into the blue Kaiba brand cell phone.

"S-Sir! It does look as if that batch was dropped off of the pallet before shipping." A nervous voice said.

Kaiba huffed. "Did they get fired?!"

"Y-yes sir,"

"Good. Also, I need a new duel disk sent to my office in the colors of that woman's channel colors..." Kaiba responded coolly.

He had a plan.

"Sir?"

"You heard me. It better be on my desk by tomorrow,"

Seto pressed the end button aggressively. The next step he took was began an email to the young woman. Hopefully this would be good press.

"Hey, guys!" (Y/n) said into a camera as she walked. "You won't believe where I am! I am in Domino City! This is like a gamer's Disney!"

She spun happily to show the city. "I have a big surprise as to why I'm here too!" She continued her introduction, filming her day up until she was standing in front of the original Kaiba Corp building.

"Here we are! The big surprise! The real Seto Kaiba saw my video on the duel disk. He wanted to be able to explain the whole situation! I even got a special key badge for today," She grinned and pushed through the crystal glass doors.

Putting the camera at her hip, she stopped at the security desk explaining why she was there. They were pointed to a special blueish chrome elevator. She walked over, scanning her badge. It pinged. The doors opened smoothly, she stepped in carefully. It made her feel a bit claustrophobic for a moment that was until she turned around to see how beautiful the lobby was. The shaft of the elevator was all glass inside, encased by a clear waterfall. The building had cubicles and workers but large statues of different duel monsters filled the center. They were disturbingly realistic. As if that giant blue eyes white dragon could fly off any second. She couldn't resist filming her trip up.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the elevator opened to his floor. Three doors, a desk with a secretary... Or was he security? Both? He looked up at her with a grumpy look, noticing the camera.

"So you must be her." He crossed his large arms. "Mr. Kaiba is waiting."

(Y/n) swallowed hard, nervous suddenly. It wasn't her first celebrity she's met. At least gamer celebs. She even met Yugi Moto once at a convention they were both guests at. But they had all been good.

Seto Kaiba's reputation really wasn't the best.

She stepped forward, knocking on the large doors at the end of the short hallway. The way it looked, his office must take 1/3 of the floor.

They opened automatically, there sat the handsome young CEO. A big box with blue wrapping paper and a silver ribbon sat on the desk.

"Sit." He nodded towards a blue chair across from him, sewn in a blue velvet.

He really knew themeing.

"Where do you want to set up the camera?" He asked coolly, looking her over.

He could admit she was... Cute.

She had appeal. Maybe he could use her as a face for Kaiba tech? Interesting.

"Oh! Uh." She had been wearing a large bag all day filled with equipment, she almost forgot she had it.

She placed said bag down and glanced around. There was a nice white leather couch with blue pillows and nodded. "That looks comfortable."

Then she moved to grab her bag only for that large security man from before to grab it politely.

She frowned but let it slide, Kaiba stood up.

"Wow, you are tall."

Did she just say that out loud?

Kaiba raised a neatly manicured eye brow at her. It was always interesting how he made people feel. Nervousness reflected so differently on different people.

"I mean I've only seen you on tv," She was so embarrassed.

He smirked but didn't say anything as he sat down. The man grabbed the wrapped present and (Y/n) began to set up her video equipment. Maybe she should hire a producer?

It took a bit of time but she finally sat down next to Seto. He was so tall that when sat at an angle his knee gently bumped hers. This made her face feel warm. Why was he so handsome?!

The camera was rolling but Kaiba barely changed his personality. "I noticed your duel disk didn't meet Kaiba Corp standard." He explain. "It seems there was an incident in shipping that I wasn't informed of. We recalled all of the duel disks from that shipment."

He picked up the gift making it obvious for the camera. "I want you to be the first to get your replacement."

Her heart fluttered when her eyes met his, what she didn't know that his did the same thing.

"Oh! I see! I'm so glad that you are accepting responsibility! So many companies just brush it away!" She was actually shocked that this was what it was about but yet had a feeling.

Her hands shakily opened the wrapping paper showing the custom machine. It was her favorite colors and matched her channel asthetic so well. Internally she was squealing.

"Oh wow!" She moved and began to open it on camera showing a beautiful working piece of machinery. "I'm very impressed." They talked a little longer. Kaiba using it as an advertisement moment and they finished it quickly. That was when a young man with black hair walked in. Probably only nineteen. He must be the now older Mokuba. His eyes widened.

"Woah! Seto. I didn't know she was coming today!" He was excited it seemed. "I loved the videos where you just unbox capsule monsters. Even though I have most of them it's so satisfying!"

She was in shock he even knew her.

"Thank you! I'm so glad." She glances at time. She needed to be at her hotel soon to call her friends back home.

"I'm sorry" she bowed. "I have to go soon. Morning back home is happening and everyone wants to see me safe!"

Mokuba watched her leave with a frown then looked at his older brother.

"If you don't ask her out... I will,"

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almostkoo · 4 years ago

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Sampler Special | Jeon Jungkook

pairings: jeon jungkook x oc

summary: oc is a new worker at a “human buffet” for vampires to feed, jungkook is a new vampire and neither one of them really knows what to do

word count: 1.8k

warnings: unedited borderline crack, language and 1 (one) use of the word sex

authors note: this is part of my spooktober stories to celebrate this halloween ! i always get so nervous uploading so i’m nervous now but i hope you guys enjoy :]

Standing across from the old brick building you felt intimidated, you wrapped your arms around yourself tighter in an attempt to keep the chilly autumn breeze from slipping further up into the sleeves of your windbreaker.

Roughly a week ago you vented your frustrations about having no money, one of your classmates and friend Jimin told you about a .. sort of underground eatery of sorts called the Blood Bath. It was a small restaurant that local vampires attended to get their fix. They were looking for more donors to hire and Jimin, who worked there told you they were hiring and gave you the heads up. Naturally, one would be a little worried about letting a vampire feed off them. you’d heard enough scary stories growing up about vampires snapping their prey's necks when they were done feeding, but that’s exactly what it was. You had met a few vampires growing up and they were wonderful people. You couldn’t imagine any of them doing such a thing.

What's the worst that could happen ?

Taking a deep breath you picked your head up, taking confident strides towards the building. You pushed the door open immediately feeling warm air wash over you. Your eyes scanned the room you stood in which seemed to be a waiting room, behind the front desk stood Jimin, dressed very different than his over sized hoodies and beanies you often saw him in during your shared literature lectures.

You walked over to the front desk where Jimin greeted you dressed in a black mesh top, his ash blonde hair slicked back and out of the way.

“You look .. very comfortable.” Jimin stated, giving you the once over, you were dressed in your windbreaker, jeans and crocs.

Let’s not even get into the worn out Sailor Moon hoodie under your windbreaker.

“Was I supposed to wear something specific?” you asked, Jimin shrugged making a face.

“I mean you look like you just came from the library doing a study session.”

“I did, how did you know?” you whispered. Jimin opened and closed his mouth like a fish gasping for water. He took a sigh before shaking his head.

“You know what never mind, you’ll be good if any of the fresh ones come in tonight. Your relaxed attire might be more refreshing instead of all of this” Jimin gestured to his clothing. “let me just show you where you’ll be this evening.” Jimin walked from behind the front desk. He took you down a hallway full of doors. He stopped in front of one of the doors closer to the end of the hallway and opened it.

“Here’s where you will be serving tonight.” he said with a smile. The room was dim lit, various cushions and pillows adorned the floor, a brown loveseat was in the corner of the room with a throw on it, tapestries hung on the wall. it seemed very cozy, a little cliche but cozy and comfortable.

“There’s some incense around here if you wanna burn some. So you can just wait here and I'll escort someone back here when they show up, there’s outlets here too if you wanna charge your phone and relax while you wait.” He stated. You walked in the room taking a seat on the couch.

“Just a few things before I go. Be careful and set boundaries. Put your guard up and don’t let it down. I’ll be careful who I send back here but keep that in mind.” Jimin winked at you and left the room. You sat on the couch, rigid with perfect posture. You couldn’t allow yourself to relax. You were nervous. You could hear soft music playing from the rooms on the side of you. What was going on in those rooms besides vampires feeding….you had no clue and wanted to remain blissfully ignorant. Your fingers drummed against your legs, pulling your phone out of your pocket you attempted scrolling through Twitter. Nothing new was popping up on your feed. You ended up settling on playing Bubble Witch. After a few minutes and a couple of failed attempts at passing the current level of Bubble Witch you were stuck on, you heard a soft tapping at the door. The door cracked open and Jimin stuck his head in.

“I have somebody for you.” Jimin opened the door fully and from behind Jimin stood a taller boy, he looked young most likely around your age or should you say he probably was around your age due to the predicament you all were currently in. He had on sunglasses that hid his eyes and under the bridge of his eyes, a prominent nose that seemed to fit his face perfectly and smaller lips. He was dressed in all black with piercings adorning his ears. “This is Jungkook” Jimin pushed the boy, Jungkook in front of him. Seeing him closer you could see that he was built. “he’s new and you’re new so this should be a pretty good mashup. I explained to Jungkook the rules so everything else is between the both of you. If you need help or any assistance just shout. Hopefully you won’t. I have to go. My favorite customer Taehyung showed up.”Jimin waved as he left. Jungkook stood in the middle of the floor playing with his hands. You looked around the room awkwardly as if you were on camera waiting for a director to yell action.

“So uh are you gonna just stand there all evening or did you maybe want to take a seat?” you offered, shuffling over on the couch so you no longer sat in the middle. Jungkook tread over and sat next to you on the couch, with little to no room between the both of you. You took notice over the lack of heat radiating from him.

“You’re new to this too? Jimin said that right?” Jungkook asked.

“Yeah it’s my first night on the job I’m just trying to make some spare money.” you ended with a hum. Jungkook nodded. You saw him push his hands into his front pockets, hunching in an attempt to make himself seem smaller. You sighed in slight annoyance wanting this to be over quick.

“So have you fed from a human before?”

“Uh, n-no no. I’ve only drank from blood bags that my friend Hoseok gave me. Then the first time, after I changed from a deer. But it was too messy. I didn’t like that so that’s why I’m here.” Jungkook shrugged.

“Okay so how do you want to do this? We got my neck or maybe my wrist? I don’t know what’s better for you or what you want to try.” you asked, waving your hands around awkwardly. Jungkook opened his mouth, hesitating before answering. “Can I try your neck? If that’s okay. I mean I know you said it was but I just-” Jungkook shook his head. “I’m sorry.”he laughed, bashfully.

“Okay. Promise you won’t roast my sweatshirt.” you said, reaching for your zipper.

“What’s wrong with it?” “It’s a little childish but it’s my most comfortable hoodie. I didn’t think to get so dressed up for the occasion. I didn’t know what to expect.”

Jungkook paused before placing his hand over yours that rested against your leg. Rubbing his thumb along the side of your hand.

“Not to be weird or anything but it’s both our first time doing.. something like this. So it’s okay we can both take our time, figure this out and be awkward together.” He smiled softly and you immediately started cracking up. Jungkook's expression shifted into something of confusion pulling away from you. “I’m sorry! It’s not that I’m laughing at you. The way you phrased it made it sound like we’re about to have sex or something. I’m sorry.” you said quickly straightening up. You pulled the zipper down of your windbreaker, showcasing your hoodie. You looked up. Jungkook had taken his sunglasses off revealing big, round bright red eyes. You looked deeply into them before Jungkook turned his head away from your gaze.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I am ruining this. Should I just go back to the front desk and ask for someone else?” he asked. “What just happened to all of that working through the awkwardness together? I just didn’t know your eyes were so uh.. bright .”

“Well I haven’t fed in like two weeks. So I’m kind of hungry.” he mumbled. Realization hit you quick.

“Well shit let’s get this show on the road. Don’t wanna make you wait any longer. I’ll just tap you if I’m feeling lightheaded.” you pulled the zipper down of your hoodie just a little bit further to reveal your neck and collarbone. Being careful of how low you pulled the zipper down remembering that you didn’t wear anything underneath. Jungkook’s half lidded eyes ran over your neck. You tilted your head to the side, allowing him more access. Your eyes darted down to him, you could see his fangs slightly ghosting above his bottom lip. It was almost like you could feel the thumping of your heart in your ears. You felt a sharp pain that quickly ebbed away. You could feel Jungkook’s lips against your neck as his tongue swiped back and forth over the bite mark and he drank more and more from your neck.

Quickly you felt yourself getting lightheaded as if someone was trying to pull your brain out of head through your ear canal. You started tapping at Jungkook’s shoulder. Before he pulled away from you rapidly wiping away the blood that was around his mouth.

“Are you okay? I didn’t drink too much, did I?” he grabbed your shoulders, holding you forward. Newly brown eyes scanning your face. Man, is he cute. You thought to yourself. “I’m fine, nothing a turkey sandwich and a juice box can’t fix.” you joked. Jungkook didn’t seem to take to your joking mood. He still looked nervous. You patted his side. “Jungkook, I’m serious I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“I feel better. Not as hungry anymore. Maybe that’s nothing a turkey sandwich can’t fix.” he smiled.

“Maybe .. you know we should get turkey sandwiches together sometime if you want?” you asked.

“In all honesty I’m more of a ham sandwich type of guy myself.”

“Subway has ham, they also have turkey and white chocolate macadamia nut cookies too. So we both win.” you shrugged.

“How about I give you my number and we can set something up?” he asked. You nodded in agreement quickly exchanging numbers. Jungkook stood up making his way towards the door.

“Thank you for making jokes and attempting to lessen the awkwardness in the air. I appreciated it.”

“Thank you for not draining me like a capri sun.” you smiled. Jungkook threw his head back letting out a laugh.

“I’ll see you later.” he said, exiting the room. You leaned back, finally relaxing back into the couch. Rubbing your neck you thought back to yourself. This wasn’t so bad. So far one person came through and you were still completely intact. The worst case scenario didn’t occur and you ended up with a cute guys number.

Maybe you could do this again.

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molanran · 5 years ago

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blueming - choi beomgyu

summary: pre relationship au! m/n is a tired college student that falls in love so easily. beomgyu is the cute barista that he falls for.

word count: 3k

now playing: blueming – iu & i’m so pretty - nature

notes: first in a series

m/n stumbles into his least favorite coffee shop exhausted, with a migraine, clutching an ice pack, and a gloomy disposition, wondering why everyone is so happy. it's not his fault, honestly it's not.

it's minju's.

she dragged him out last night to go shopping, which ended in disaster. he tripped over jewelry laying on the floor, got pushed into a wall and got slapped in the face, hard. not only that, but he got awoken by freaking justin bieber of all things and the starbucks across the street from his study hall is closed, and now he has to run all the way across to the other side of campus just to get a cup of freaking coffee.

wait, he also got knocked out after being hit by a trombone at orchestra practice.

he's internally yelling at minju in his mind before deciding to actually let her know how he feels via a strongly worded text message (she'll probably be fuming that he woke her from her sleep but he's too angry to care) just as he reached the front counter. still pounding away at his phone, he grunts out his order, dropping the exact amount of money for his venti-frappucino-with-three-espresso-shots. yeah, he's definitely not having the best morning.

"sorry, could you repeat that?"

m/n looks up, ready to glare viciously and direct his bad mood at the barista who obviously pays no attention... but instead gapes at him because the barista is actually really cute and damn maybe he's already got a crush. and, oh shit, he's the guy who minju tutors sometimes on weekends.

the barista (beomgyu, m/n remembers) stands there with an uncomfortable smile, awkwardly standing there behind the counter. (m/n would be lying if he said that wasn't one of the cutest things he's ever seen.) "your order?"

m/n gapes a little more before regaining his composure, a polite smile gracing his features. "yeah - right, sorry. um, a venti frappuccino with three espresso shots." he pushes the coins forward, waiting awkwardly.

beomgyu smiles again, this time an actual smile gracing his features (m/n will never admit that he swooned a little), appearing amused if anything. "right," he quickly scooped the change up before yelling behind him. "yein! large frap, three shots!" he registers m/n's change and hands m/n his drink. "thanks for coming to golden swirls! have a great day, m/n-ssi."

m/n blushes because beomgyu actually knows his name and he may or may not be screaming inside because of it. someone behind him coughs, interrupting his inner emotions and m/n is so glad that he's not in high school because he so has a schoolgirl crush.

"thanks- i'll be going-" m/n runs out of the door before he could embarrass himself further, almost dropping his coffee as he goes and accidentally knocking his laptop bag that's swung over his shoulder into the wall outside. he looks at beomgyu through the large window, watching how he serves the next customer before quickly heading off towards his next class.

not even ten seconds later, he's managed to almost break his laptop, spill his coffee over a random stranger and he just wants the ground to swallow him up. his patience has run thin and he finds himself swearing because of how awful this one morning has gone. fuck today, fuck his life, just fuck

most of the time, m/n's lucky to have minju in his life. they share an apartment together with minju running a home business as a pastry chef, she helps him with all of his assignments and they've known each other forever. but today, he really hopes that he has awoken her from her sleep (he doesn't want anything horrible to happen to her, he loves her too much) because it's her fault that he's injured. (maybe not completely her fault, not that he'll ever admit it.)

after getting back to the apartment and telling her of his god-forsaken awful day, she has the audacity to laugh.

she laughs so hard that she ends up falling off the couch, her makeup smudging which he's sure she'll be upset about. he doesn't really appreciate that she's laughing and he thinks that maybe he should take photos or a video because she laughs like a horse on crack. he chooses the third option which is attempting to make her spontaneously combust with the power of his glare.

"what the actual fuck." if anything, she laughs even harder and starts rolling around on the floor. he grabs a nearby throw pillow and launches it at her.

(she retaliates, flipping the couch over and them sitting on his back, she tries suffocating him with a surprisingly lethal fluffy cushion.)

after she stops attempting to strangle him and they put their living room back to the original state, they return to their previous conversation. but he immediately wishes that she's still attempting to murder him, because she is smirking. (he's so going to be antagonized for another week)

"so what basically happened, is that you publicly humiliated yourself in front of a cute guy and now you've turned into a weeping willow." she almost bursts out laughing again after her summary, instead pinching his cheek.

m/n immediately recoils, covering his face with another throw cushion. "yes, thank you for reminding me of the possibly most embarassing period of my life."

"you could've been worse. you could've spilled coffee on him, you could've fallen flat on your face as soon as you walked through the door." she laughed while he blushes even harder than he thought possible. (leave it to minju to bring up previous events.)

"i hate you," he manages to squeak out from underneath the pillow, curling in on himself.

"i love you too," she pats his head affectionately. "now i'll order some chinese food and we'll spend the whole night watching cheesy rom-coms while i try to cheer you up with some horrible puns and jokes."

(m/n cracks a smile because he honestly couldn't ask for a better best friend.)

after finally managing to finish his music assignment and edit another three essays as well as helping minju with baking cupcakes, m/n skypes kangmin. kangmin (the same person who chose to go in china instead of staying in seoul, the traitor) has been the third member of their group ever since the beginning of elementary as well as the exact reason for m/n's sexuality crisis. (which may or may not have included a temporary relationship and a lot of making out.)

it's not like m/n can hold it against him, but of course he still wonders why all of his friends have to be so damn good looking and adorable.

kangmin, unsurprisingly, doesn't answer the phone the first time but the second time yejin had picked up the call. yejin was the last member of their group and was the most creative and independent of the bunch. she was the first person that m/n had met that he loved within the first five minutes of meeting. of course, sometimes she was over-dramatic and hyperactive but it didn't really matter, she was still one of his best friends.

"hey m/n!" yejin smiled, flashing her pearly whites. "kangmin is currently busy working on that huge programming or digital project that he got a week ago."

yejin faces the camera towards kangmin, showing him with his head in buried in his hands. there were papers strewn all over the desk while his computer was closed. she subtly takes a picture of his distress before tapping him on the shoulder. kangmin's head snaps, a grimace present until his eyes lands on m/n's face appearing.

"m/n!" kangmin yelled, snatching his phone off yejin. ignoring her rude remark, he positions the phone in a way that both yejin and himself appear on the screen while still being close enough to hear. "sorry, i love you but this stupid piece of code is giving the biggest trouble ever and i just can't take it anymore."

he groans dramatically in his hands while yejin rolls her eyes at him, patting his head fondly.

"you'll be fine." she coos at him, rubbing his hair affectionately. "what's up m/n?"

"i may or may not have met someone..." m/n trails off, laughing at their reactions. yejin starts clapping excitedly and squealing while kangmin's head snaps up with a bright smile on his face.

"who is it? it's not that creepy guy in orchestra is it? if it is, you could do so much better.." yejin rants, not stopping even when kangmin covers her mouth with his hand.

"and i may or may not have also embarassed myself in front of him." yejin shuts up straight away, both her and kangmin starting to giggle.

"how bad was it?" kangmin inquires, a cheeky glint in his eye. "falling-flat-on-your-face-bad or peeing-your-pants-because-you're-so-nervous-bad?"

"neither,"

stares.

"maybe worse,"

more stares.

"it was clown-at-kangmin’s-eighth-birthday-bad."

long story short, kangmin’s parents had hired the wrong person and accidentally hired a drug dealer who tried to convince the kids that the cocaine he brought was sherbet.

kangmin’s parents were mortified at the time but kangmin continues to tell the story whenever he gets the chance.

m/n eventually ends the call because yejin and kangmin are laughing so hard at him and, god, why does everything with him have to be so complicated and embarassing? (he may also have rejected the next two calls, accidentally)

minju, being the absolutely amazing best friend that she is, is so much more helpful than his other two friends. meaning that since she's already laughed at him, she's moved on to the point where she decides that she's going to be a helpful friend.

(m/n shudders at the thought. last time minju decided she was going to be a 'helpful friend', he ended up in the hospital for two weeks and failed two assignments.)

unfortunately, minju turns out to be his only option to call when he sees beomgyu again at the shop.

"please, please, please, come here right now. starbucks is closed, beomgyu's on shift and i need someone here to make sure i don't embarass myself."

turns out, this is the one time that minju isn't available.

"you should've asked me before. i'm too busy. i've got to juggle six different pastry orders and they all have to be done in a couple of hours because i'm catering for a wedding."

well, fuck. m/n looks inside the coffee shop again, noticing that this time beomgyu is looking back at him. beomgyu smiles and waves, while he leans against a broom. m/n can't help but smile back, pocketing his phone and walking through the door.

as soon as he's in the door, he sees the broom that beomgyu is leaning on slips and makes him fall over. he rushes over to beomgyu quickly, helping him back up. beomgyu blushes a bright red while m/n helps him back over to the counter despite being told numerous times that he's fine.

"seriously m/n-ssi, i'm fine." beomgyu giggles. he fucking giggles and suddenly there's a hand on his arm and somehow all the oxygen has left his lungs and why is it so suddenly hot?

"are you sure?" m/n asks again, checking for any injuries. beomgyu nods again, walking awkwardly back behind the counter.

"venti frap, three shots right?" beomgyu's eyes shine, a small blush coating his cheeks. m/n nods, handing over his coins.

beomgyu scoops them up but accidentally drops a few on the ground. after all the coins are picked up, yein suddenly appears by his side with a coffee in her hand.

"smooth move, casanova," she nudges him playfully, before handing the coffee to m/n. beomgyu blushes brightly, moving over to start cleaning the counter.

"thanks, i guess." m/n says awkwardly. "i'll see you later, yeah?"

he runs out the door, waving to them as he goes. he's a few metres away from the coffee shop before he does a happy dance because he didn't embarass himself in front of beomgyu.

(this doesn't erase his bad luck however. he manages to keep his coffee intact, but someone else spilled their coffee on him, he got attacked by a rabid cat and chased by a group of dogs on the way home.)

the next time m/n sees beomgyu, it's in the comfort of his own home.

but that doesn't mean, he's ready to face his crush.

m/n's woken up by minju's banshee scream, her high pitched tone filling his entire room. he wishes his first instinct was to cover his own ears but no, his first instinct is to get up and make sure the bathroom door is closed. (every time minju screams, the large mirror in their bathroom 'mysteriously' breaks. and the money that pays for it 'mysteriously' comes out of his own wallet.)

he walks into the living room and he knows he looks like a mess.

his hair is strewn everywhere, making him look like he just got zapped with lightning. he's wearing a plain white shirt but he's only one inside while the other half is wrapped around his shoulder, exposing his lower body. he's also wearing his rainbow briefs while he's got kittens on his socks.

m/n's barely got his other arm in the shirt before he hears a cough behind, where he's met with beomgyu's blushing face.

beomgyu looks like he's trying so hard to look away, he's got his face hidden behind one of his books but his eyes are visible at the top, (it certainly has nothing to do with the way his nose starts to bleed a little) while minju doesn't look much better herself.

she hadn't bothered to brush away her bangs and instead was trying to pour herself a cup of coffee, a large yawn escaping her lips.

"we, meaning me, wants you to make us breakfast," minju speaks like she doesn't know that she just embarrassed m/n in front of his crush. (to her credit, she probably doesn't. she occasionally leaves their apartment half naked because of her tired stupor.)

"uh, r-right." m/n stutters, running back to his room, locking gazes with beomgyu before his door swings shut.

minju eyes him weirdly as he goes. (usually he'd yell at her to stop being lazy and do it herself but he seemed to be too stunned to do anything. she'd have to bring beomgyu around more often.)

"is he okay, minju?" beomgyu puts the book down.

"he'll be fine," minju yawns again, wrinkling her nose. "i've already accomplished my duty as a best friend by bringing you here." she ignored beomgyu's questioning gaze, bringing her mug to her lips.

m/n walks out of his room, looking more presentable but also looking like he was going to cut a bitch. (in every case, minju.)

"give me that," m/n swiped minju's mug from her hands, taking a deep gulp of her bitter coffee. he ignored minju's scathing remark and turned to beomgyu, unstartled. "will pancakes be okay, beomgyu-ssi?" his voice took a much softer tone than when he spoke to minju.

"yes please, and i'd rather you'd just call me beomgyu, m/n-ssi." beomgyu smiled.

"then i would insist that you'd do the same, beomgyu-ah." m/n smiled, shooing minju out of his kitchen and getting the ingredients out.

minju huffs and takes a seat next to beomgyu, crossing her arms.

"are you ready to carry on, beomgyu-ah?" minju asks, wiping her face with a wet wipe.

"gimme a sec," beomgyu rests his head on his arms as he watches m/n move around in the kitchen.

m/n's got his headphones in his ears as he hums delightfully, flipping pancakes with ease. he dances his way around the kitchen, pulling out syrup and strawberries and eating utensils, preparing breakfast with a soft smile on his face.

beomgyu can't help but watch the other male with a dumb smile on his face, not looking away even when there's a steaming hot plate of pancakes in front of him.

"i hope you like them," m/n smiles, taking out his left headphone. he fucking smiles at beomgyu, who feels his entire being heat up. (beomgyu tries to ignore the way his heart pitter-patters in his chest. that traitor.)

when beomgyu takes a bite, he moans in delight. m/n pretends to not notice, shoveling his food in his mouth. (his blush totally does not give him away.)

"so m/n-ah," minju starts, taking back her mug and refilling it. "when's your next class?"

"i'm free today. my chemistry professor called in sick so he just emailed everybody their latest assignments. i'm going to die." m/n cringed, taking a sip of his water.

"i bet physics is looking pretty good right now, huh?" minju had a triumphant look on her face.

"people who take physics usually don't have a life, or friends." m/n flicked her forehead, distracting her long enough to steal her coffee again. "no offense, beomgyu-ah."

"none taken, m/n-ah." beomgyu shrugged his shoulders. "what do you study?"

"i'm making my life hard by majoring in dance with a minor in chemistry." m/n put his two thumbs, his entire being oozing with sarcasm. "commuting to two different campuses four times a week, what fun."

"that's like me!" beomgyu's eyes were a little wider. "i'm a vocal major with a minor in physics. moving between the two campuses is such a pain."

"does that mean you know soobin-hyung? i think he's a vocal major as well?" m/n asks.

"bunny-hyung?" beomgyu's eyes glaze over in realization. "he takes care of me, you know, being one year older. does that mean you're friends with yeonjun-hyung? he still owes me twenty dollars."

"soobin-hyung owes me fifty!" m/n almost yells. "but it's okay because he buys me lunch every other day."

"oh my god, they're perfect for each other." beomgyu rolls his eyes, stabbing his pancake with his fork.

"they're disgusting. i hate seeing them meet up, like they haven't seen each in a million years when in reality it's been like four hours." m/n agrees, wrinkling his nose.

minju looks between the two males, wondering how they could be so oblivious towards one another.

"they're idiots. idiots who hopelessly crush on each other." minju complained under her breath. she held up her phone, pretending to use it as a mirror, only to snap a pic of m/n and beomgyu interacting with each other, bright smiles on both of their faces.

m/n briefly looked at her, a weird look on his face.

"you'll thank me later." she smiled innocently, tapping her phone with a wink.

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heyyyharry · 5 years ago

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Chapter 7: Raining in London

(from the My Girl Trilogy: Stay Mine)

…in which Harry is away, his sister is dealing with something, and a new love sparks.

Warning: SMUT (because why not?)

AU: actor!Harry, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).

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A/N: comments are MUCH appreciated. Please give me some reviews folks.

Harry woke up to the sound of running water and his girlfriend’s singing in the shower. Hearing the song he had sung to her yesterday on the rooftop put a big smile on his face, but his head started pounding as soon as he sat up. That was a reminder for him to never drink like that again. Though he could remember most of the events last night, it had been quite long since he last partied like that. And God, was twenty-five really that old?

Amused by the thought, he ran his palms over his face and got up, dragging his feet to the bathroom. Y/N didn’t hear him come in so she didn’t stop singing while he stripped off his clothes and hung them up. He could see her naked silhouette through the frosted glass shower door, and seeing it first thing in the morning made him incredibly horny. That had answered his previous question. He wasn’t that old.

He pulled the door open and she snapped her head to look over her shoulder, eyes bugging out when she saw his face. “You scared me, dickhead,” she grumbled.

“Sorry, baby,” he laughed, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She moaned with her eyes closed, feeling his hard cock standing at attention between her ass cheeks. “You didn’t fuck me last night,” he fussed, and she shook with laughter.

“You were so fucking drunk.”

“I’m sober now...and so fucking hard,” Harry growled in her ear, grinding his shaft against her soft flesh which made her she gasp loudly. He moved one hand to her breast, squeezing it and pinching her hard nipple, his other hand cupping her chin and turning her face around so he could slide his tongue against hers. Lowering his other hand from her stomach, he squeezed his cock and gave it a few strokes before guiding it inside her dripping pussy.

She was so slick that he could just slip right in, but he knew he was big so he thrust slowly to get her used to the fullness. She tossed her head back on his shoulder, her mouth fell open as she begged him to just fuck her. And who was he to disobey? He wrapped his arm back around her waist and began to fuck her hard and fast, telling her how much he loved her over and over again. It didn’t take too long for her to shout out his name as he shot his cum into her, fucking her through it.

They fucked one more time in the bedroom and decided to take some rest before they went downstairs for breakfast. They lay naked in the tangled sheets, their legs intertwined. He was lying on his back, one arm above his head, the other draped around her back, while she was lying on her side, her head on his arm. During these moments, he loved to pretend that they had all the time in the world to do whatever they wanted, and they chose to spend it on each other alone.

“What’s wrong?” he asked when she propped up on her elbow.

“I almost forgot, Gemma was here last night.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“You two made up, right?”

“I think so." He sat up with her, rubbing his hand up and down her naked back. "I’m gonna have to call her again later just to be sure."

“I agree.” She ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it back to reveal his forehead. “Also, Jeffrey told me to let you know that there's this event in LA for the Oscar nominees, and you have to attend."

“When?”

“In two days.”

“Noooooo!” He pinned her down on the bed. Her cry of surprise turned into laughter as he buried his face between her breasts, lying fully on top of her. “I don’t want to be away from you again!”

“I know, baby, I know." She smiled, patting his hair.

“Come with me.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Please?” He pouted and nudged her cheek with his nose like a cat. “Wanna show you off, baby.”

“You know I don't like those fancy dinner parties.”

“But you’ll have me. We’ll have the best time, I promise. Leo will also be there.”

She let out a faint giggle and cupped his cheeks, turning his face back up. “You could name all of my celeb crushes and the answer is still no. I still have to attend lectures and work on my book.”

“Right, you’re officially a writer now.”

“Not yet, but almost,” she snorted amusedly, pushing him back so she could sit up.

He stayed between her legs, resting his head on her chest while she had her arms around him. With his eyes closed, he mumbled, “I’m gonna miss you like crazy.”

“So am I,” she said, her lips curved. “But hey, I’m only gonna baby you for two more minutes because I have classes to attend and you have a radio interview before lunch.”

He groaned, bringing his hand up to cup one of her breasts. He loved being handsy, and it never bothered her. “I think you’re even better than my assistant, Bambi.”

“That’s because your assistant sucks, no offence.”

“None taken. To be honest, I didn’t really want an assistant but Jeff insisted,” he complained while circling his fingertip around her nipple, smirking when she shuddered.

“Well, if I fail to publish my book, please fire her and hire me.”

“Then I guess I’m stuck with her because you’re gonna become the best writer in the world!”

Before she could come up with a response, he ducked under the covers, holding her legs apart and put his mouth to her clit. She cried out in surprise, yanking his head up by his hair. Seeing his moist lips curved into a cheeky grin, she couldn’t hold back a moan. “I said two minutes.”

“I only need thirty seconds,” he answered before slipping back under the covers. Y/N dropped her head on the pillow and arched her back off the bed as his skilful tongue lapped at her juices, making her toes curl and her jaw tight. Another wave of pleasure soon washed over her as his fingers glided in and out of her sensitive pussy, and she screamed his name, riding out another intense orgasm.

With a smug look on his face, he hovered above her and pressed his lips to her cheek, so she pulled him down and kissed him like she wanted to devour him.

“You’re gonna be late,” he reminded her in an arrogant tone, and she could feel his smirk against her neck. He was hard and poking her thigh again.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” she mewled with her eyes shut, hastily wrapping her legs around his waist.

Gemma was agitated; she kept tapping her fingers on the table while her coffee was getting cold. Another employee rushed into the shop and apologised for being late, but it wasn’t the one she’d been waiting for. It seemed like she wasn’t in luck as Emilia didn’t go to work today. She rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her knuckles as she picked up her cup and finally took a sip. At least the drink was good so she wasn’t at all annoyed.

The sound of her ringtone turned the heads of two other customers at the table beside her, so she apologised to them and quickly answered the call.

“Good to know you’re alive,” she joked as soon as Harry said hello.

“I wasn’t that drunk.” He let out a low laugh, his voice was raspy. “I called to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m very okay. Thanks for asking.”

“Come on, Gem.”

Gemma leaned back against the chair, folding one arm on her stomach. “Well, I’m still pretty pissed off. You did a shitty thing, Harry.”

“I know.”

“But I guess I can’t stay angry at my brother forever.”

“Thank you,” he said, relief was etched in his voice. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. I’m very sorry, Gem.”

“Are you?”

“I am, deeply.”

“All right.” She shrugged, drawing circles around the rim of her cup. “Then you have to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“I need you to tell Mum about Winton and his daughter.”

“Wait...what?”

“Did I stutter?”

“Gem, I don’t think Mum would--”

“She would be devastated if you let her find out on her own. I was going to tell her myself but you brought this upon us so now it’s your chance to fix it.”

Harry stayed silent for a moment. She assumed that he was taking his time to weigh the pros and cons as he always did when he had to make a tough decision. Eventually, he said, “fine, I’ll tell Mum. I’ll go back home this weekend and tell her in person.”

“Good,” she murmured, a small smile tugged at her lips.

“You know I love you, right?” he said after a moment.

“Of course,” she replied, eyes fixed on the coffee cup. “I love you, too.”

They said goodbye and ended the call. Gemma exhaled sharply, quite happy to get rid of the weight on her mind, but her comfort didn’t last for long as a text popped up on her screen. She zeroed in on it when she saw her boyfriend’s name.

⌲ Asher: Where are you?

Her eyes rolled back as she let out a low groan and picked up the phone again.

⌲ London, she typed, and sent.

He didn’t take too long to respond.

⌲ Asher: Still?

Her eyes stretched wide in disbelief. She chewed on her lip, trying to keep her composure while typing down her reply.

⌲ What does that even mean? I already told u why I had to go back

⌲ Asher: Yeah, your fucked up dad and famous brother, I’m fucking tired of hearing about your family drama

⌲ Asher: My family was kind enough to invite you on this trip and you just fucking left like that

Gemma clenched her teeth, her hand on the table tightened into a fist as she reread his messages over and over again. Eventually, she put her phone on airplane mode, leaving him on read and hoping that she could finish her coffee without being disturbed.

Two days later, Harry flew to LA and Y/N had her first appointment with her literary agent. She arrived at Laura’s office ten minutes earlier and the assistant told her to wait outside while Laura was on the phone. Although she knew she was Laura Hilfgard’s client and the woman had repeatedly praised her book, sitting in that corridor on her own filled her up with anxiety as if she was about to go in for a job interview. She tapped her foot impatiently, scratching her nails on her leather bag and chewing on her lip. Ten minutes felt like twenty, and as soon as she heard the door unlocked, she stood right up, holding her breath.

“Y/N!” Laura appeared with a smile and nodded her head for Y/N to enter. “Come in, darling. Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

Y/N followed the older woman into her office. It was the most British-looking office she had ever seen, like one of the rooms in Hogwarts, with velvety-brown wallpapers, wooden furniture, and vintage decorations on the window panes. On her desk sat a laptop, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a cat-shaped paperweight. Laura sat down behind her desk and told Y/N to take a seat in the swivel chair.

Laura Hilfgard had the look of a Hollywood actress from the 60s, with a defined face, chestnut-colour short hair, and bold red lips. Though her appearance screamed ‘boss-lady’, there was something childlike in the way that she smiled. For someone who was turning forty-two, she didn’t look a day over thirty. She could be the cool aunt Y/N never had. And she was smart, probably in the top five of the smartest people Y/N had ever met. They started off the meeting with small talks to break the ice before they went on to discuss the manuscript. The conversation flowed so easily, like two friends chatting about a fictional couple that they adored.

Y/N didn’t pay attention to how much time had passed since she arrived, until Laura glanced at the clock and cried out, “oh dear, it’s almost lunch!”

“I’m sorry for taking too much of your time,” Y/N said, but Laura waved her off.

“No, don’t be sorry. It was my pleasure, darling.”

They exchanged a hug before saying goodbye, and Y/N left her office, dizzy with excitement. The girl almost jumped for joy when she headed out of the building, and she decided to walk home despite the darkened cloudy sky.

The air was cool and moist. She breathed in deeply with her open mouth, her hands jammed in the pockets of her coat as she dodged hurrying pedestrians who were in a rush to get home before it rained. Y/N was so confident that she would make it back to her block without getting wet, but it was never a good idea to underestimate Mother Nature. Little droplets alighted on her face as a friendly warning, and then huge bullets of rain began to beat down on her like an ambush from the sky. She managed to find shelter under the roof of a grocer’s, laughing at herself for being so stupid.

The rain poured and poured, a sight she should have gotten used to after all the years living in London but somehow she still got amazed every time she witnessed it. She wasn’t in a hurry anyway so it wasn’t a bad idea to stay and watch the rain instead of wading out in this downpour. Shifting from one foot to the other to find some comfort in her damp shoes, she pulled out her phone, snapped a photo of the opaque scene and sent it to Harry with the message: It’s raining in London.

As she put her phone away, someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned around, almost bumping into Blake. The corners of her mouth slid upward as Blake faltered, raising a smile. He had just left the grocer’s, still very clean and dry.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, raising his arm to shield her face from the rain.

“I was walking home when it started pouring,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I met Laura today. I was going to tell you when I got home.”

He laughed, flashing his teeth. “How did it go?”

“Pretty well. I feel like I can’t thank you enough.”

Blake watched the rain as he wetted his lips and let out a breath. She was wondering what he was thinking about when he turned back to her and said, “you said you’d buy me dinner, right?”

“Right.” She almost forgot. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

“No, but I’m free tonight.”

“But...it’s raining.”

“I live right next to you. We can just order in.”

“Oh.”

“But we’d better hurry back. It looks like it’s going to rain much harder,” said Blake as he opened his black umbrella, giving her a gentle look. “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Hold on.” She put up a finger when her phone buzzed inside her bag. She hastily reached for it and checked Harry’s reply. It was a photo of the sunny cloudless sky attached to the message: Missing you in LA. She giggled out loud and put her phone back into her bag, receiving Blake’s questioning stare.

“Harry,” she told him. He said nothing as she pulled herself close to his side to fit under the umbrella, and together they stepped out in the downpour.

Gemma sat by the large window of the coffee shop, watching the raindrops dance on the pavement. London streets were less busy on rainy days, not that she complained though. It was hypnotic and rather enjoyable watching it pour, but only when she was dry and warm indoors, otherwise she would hate it so much. A waitress finally brought her the strawberry cake she had ordered ten minutes ago. She wasn’t craving sweet food, but if she was going to be stuck here for a few hours at most, she couldn’t take their table with only a cup of coffee.

As a few more people walked into the shop, a familiar face caught Gemma’s attention. Isaac shook the rain from his umbrella, hung it by the entrance and headed to the counter to order a black coffee to go. It was only when he took his drink and turned around that he spotted her and his face lit up. He crossed the room to her table as she got up and they shared a friendly hug. She didn’t expect to run into him, but it made sense because he was close to Emilia. He's probably here for the same reason, she thought.

“Are you here to see her?” he asked when they pulled apart.

“Yes, but she’s not here today.” Gemma lifted her shoulders, sitting back and nodding at the chair in front of her. “Wanna join me? I’ve been lonely all morning.”

“Sure.” His eyes crinkled as he grabbed a seat. “I saw you at the party the other night but you left before I got a chance to say hello.”

“Yeah well, those parties aren’t really my thing,” she replied. “I was only there for Harry.”

“You must be very proud.”

“I would’ve been prouder if he hadn’t messed up, but he’s the only sibling I’ve got. I can’t be mad at him forever.”

Isaac shifted in his chair, his shoulders tensed as he peered at the cup between his palms. Gemma was quick to notice the subtle change in his expression and let out a snort. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re not?” he asked, lifting his face.

“Well, I was a bit upset when Y/N told me, but I guess you just meant well.”

Isaac didn’t respond right away so she asked him what was wrong, and he said, “I have to tell you something,” a frown marking his lips. She leaned forward, her heart racing.

“I didn’t give Emilia your number,” he finally confessed. “She got it from Harry’s assistant.”

“How the hell does she know his assistant?”

“She met her at a photoshoot.”

“And the assistant just...gave out my number to someone she barely knows?” Gemma scoffed, raising both eyebrows.

“Emilia is very good at convincing people to do things for her.”

“So she’s manipulative?”

Isaac rubbed his forearms, somewhat agreeing but didn’t feel like he should say it out loud. Gemma, however, wasn’t as gracious.

“That girl is hiding something, I knew it!” she hissed, leaning back against the chair. “Do you know why she doesn’t go to work anymore? I’ve come here for three days in a row but I haven’t met her.”

“Did she know you were coming?”

“I doubt that.” Gemma shook her head. “Have you told Harry by the way?”

“No.”

“Good. He’s happy with his Oscar nomination. Let’s keep it that way.” As Gemma tilted her head to rest it upon her hand, she noticed the way his blue eyes bored into her and her heart thumped wildly in her chest.

“You’re the best sister I’ve ever met,” he said before she could ask. So she rolled her eyes, a smile lingering at her lips.

“You have a little brother right? I assume you would do the same if you were me.”

“You’re right, but I still admire you for all that you’ve been through.” He grinned. “I admire you both.”

“Stop, you’re making me blush,” Gemma laughed, and she wasn’t kidding at all. The pink colour of her cheeks was prominent on her pale face which gave Isaac the sign that he should change the subject.

“How’s Anne?” he asked.

“Oh, she’s doing much better. We talked on the phone last night and she was over the moon about Harry’s nomination,” Gemma said and took a sip of coffee, not making eye contact with Isaac anymore. She didn’t want to mention that Harry was going to tell their mum about Winton, but then she began to question if it was the right thing to make him do.

“Good for her,” Isaac interrupted her thought. She kept the coffee spoon in her mouth as he asked, “how’s your boyfriend?”

“Honestly? I don’t know.” She scoffed. “But let’s not talk about him.”

“Okay,” Isaac agreed, no questions asked.

When Y/N and Blake arrived at their block, the rain was letting up and the traffic was busy again. She saw a familiar car pass by and parked right in front of the building. As Blake closed his umbrella, she rushed forward without telling him why. He was baffled until he saw Niall got out of the Range Rover and caught her with both arms, hugging her tightly despite her wet clothes.

“Y/N! I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you!” She moved back, holding his face. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you of course.” Then he saw Blake, and his smile faded. “Who’s this?”

“Oh, this is Blake. Blake, this is--”

“Niall Horan.” Blake stepped forward and shook his hand. “Big fan. Your music is awesome.”

Niall had no hard time accepting the compliment. He snickered and puffed out his chest, arm around Y/N. “I like this kid already,” he said, smiling at her, and that was when she knew.

“Did Harry tell you to come?” She folded her arms, leering at him.

“Harry said you might be lonely.” He gave a shrug, not even denying it.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and rolled her eyes as she murmured, “I knew it” loud enough for both men to hear.

Blake stayed silent, so Niall had to speak, “well, I’m here now so would you like to invite me in?”

“Sure, let’s go. I live on the fifth floor,” she said to Niall, giving Blake a subtle shrug and leading the way.

Niall was born into wealth so it was very unlikely that he had been in a place like this if not to film a depressing music video. While his eyes darted everywhere in disbelief, Y/N had to hold back her laughter.

“Now I know why Harry wants you to move out of here,” Niall said, breathing hard as they stopped at her door. Y/N didn’t take offence at the remark as she knew how Niall was. Blake, on the other hand, was unable to hide his irritation with a straight face. She just knew him too well. She raised both eyebrows at him when she unlocked the door, and he raised his shoulders to reassure her that he was perfectly fine.

Their secret conversation went right over Niall’s head. He turned to Blake as Y/N pushed the door open. “Are you joining us for dinner, Blake?”

“Us?” Y/N snorted.

“Yes, Y/N. We’ll order in and call H. It’s gonna be fun.”

Y/N didn’t not like the idea, but since she still owed Blake dinner, she had to let him decide if he wanted Niall (and possibly Harry) to eat with them tonight. She looked over at him, and he gave a lopsided grin. “Maybe next time,” he said.

“Guess it’s just you and me, Y/N!” Niall brightened, completely unbothered by how disappointed Blake appeared to be. As soon as he had entered his own flat, Niall asked her, “were you about to have dinner with him?”

She stepped aside for him to come in and closed the door, pointing to the sofa. He sat down before she actually told him to.

“Harry sent you because he doesn’t trust me," she murmured while aggressively kicking off her wet shoes.

“No, no, no!” Niall raised both hands when she shot him a glare. “I only said that to piss off your ex. Harry has no idea I’m here. I promise.”

“Really?”

“I swear on my life.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, Niall.”

“That’s because you don’t believe me.”

Y/N pursed her lips as she held his stare for almost five seconds, knowing he couldn’t keep eye contact with the person he was lying to. Once he had succeeded, she shrugged off her damp coat, hung it up by the door, and joined him on the couch. “So what are you doing here then?”

“Harry told me you’d found an agent so I came to congratulate you.”

“Harry is like an embarrassing mum,” she snorted, resting her head upon her knuckles. “Last night, he called my dad and they talked for hours about how proud they were of me as if I’d won the Oscar for Best Screenplay or something.”

“That’s terrible. They’re terrible people. It sucks to be you!” he grumbled and she smacked his arm, both of them laughing.

Niall ordered pizza while Y/N took a shower, then they sat on the sofa and got updates on Harry via the Instagram stories of the celebrities at the event in LA. Y/N knew her boyfriend was already too drunk to answer his phone, but from what she’d seen, he was having the best time of his life. He was dancing in one of the stories, chugging a beer in another, which made her regret that she had refused to come with him. But then she also wondered, would he still be having fun had she agreed to go with him? She stopped herself right there. She’d had a good day so far, there was no time for unhappy thoughts.

“I guess we can’t call him tonight,” Niall said while scrolling down the photos of the celebrities at the event. “God, Ruby should just fire her stylist. What is she wearing?”

“Ruby Ellis?” Y/N flinched. “Is she also nominated?”

“No, but I heard that she was gonna present an award this year.” Niall chuckled. “What? Are you worried?”

“No. It’s just...weird to think about her now.” She shook her head. “I mean, if I were there, we would probably run into her and it’d be so...awkward.”

She was quick to catch his smirk, so she asked him “what?” in a mirthful manner.

“You two are a couple,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“Harry had that same look on his face when he told me about Blake,” Niall said with a beam. “It’s not the ‘I don’t trust him or her with his or her ex’ kind of look, but more like ‘I love him or her too much and it makes me paranoid for the stupidest reasons’. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and vice versa, so you’re just afraid to lose each other.”

“I guess you’re right.” She tittered, rubbing her forehead.

“Anyway, just to be clear, I came to see you. It had nothing to do with your ex-boyfriend slash neighbour, although the way he looked at you made me feel quite uncomfortable,” Niall said in between laughs.

“Yeah, you weren’t being subtle.” She nodded mirthfully.

He turned and rested his head on his hand. “I really like you, Y/N. I don’t have lots of friends besides Harry and Isaac, close friends I mean. And I really like you.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” she told him and offered her hand. He shook it firmly with a delightful smirk. Both of them broke into laughter again. Funny how she had always believed that the best friendships were the most unexpected.

“...and then guess what? He told me, with a straight face, ‘there’s another bathroom on the other side of the house’,” Gemma exaggerated her version of her brother’s accent and gestures, which sent Isaac into a fit of laughter. He was laughing so hard that he almost fell off the chair, holding his aching sides.

“I’m sorry, Gem,” he said in between gasps for air, finally regaining control of himself. “I didn’t mean to laugh so hard.”

“I don’t mind,” she said delightedly. “It’s flattering, really. Not many people would think I’m funny.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Not at all. In fact, my boyfriend said he would pay me to stop telling jokes.”

The beam on Isaac’s face fell as soon as he heard. “That’s so mean.”

“Yeah…” Her lips formed a straight thin line as she stared blankly at the empty cups between their hands. “But well, I always make fun of Harry’s sense of humour, so I guess that’s karma.”

This time, he didn’t laugh at her attempt to lighten up the mood. He raised a sympathetic smile, looking over at the window to see that the rain was letting up. “Wanna get out of here? I’ll give you a ride back to your hotel.”

“Yes, please, I’ve been sitting here for too long my butt is getting numb,” she said, and they broke into laughter again.

Isaac followed her to the door and opened his umbrella as she threw on her coat. They stepped out into the humid air of September’s ending, taking a deep breath at the same time and exchanging awkward smiles before turning away. It was strange, this feeling inside her chest, but she decided to ignore it and glanced back at him. He patted his pockets to search for his phone and pulled it out, asking her to wait while he replied to a text from his manager.

“Every single time I see you, you’re working,” she said, her lips arched.

“Well, Lee is super pissed at me right now,” he chuckled while typing. “I was supposed to be at this meeting with him but I moved it back a day.”

“Because of me?” Her smile faltered then faded.

He sent the text, put the phone away, and their eyes met again. “Because of me, actually. I was distracted by our conversation and forgot. But it’s also your fault for being so funny.”

She didn’t know what was happening in her mind at that moment. She tiptoed and lifted her chin, pressing her lips to his. He sucked in a breath. He hadn’t expected that, but surely didn’t deny her as he deepened the kiss until she gasped and pushed away. The action stirred him, and he reached for her hand but she stepped back, shaking her head.

“Goodbye,” was all she said before slipping into the crowd of pedestrians. While trying to decide if he should follow, the sound of his name made him jump. He turned around and saw Emilia in her work uniform.

“What are you doing here, Isaac?”

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𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕥𝕨𝕠

SUMMARY: It’s the first day of senior year. Harrison and Tom got everyone’s eyes on them, but Tom only has his eyes for a certain someone and she’s willing to get to know him better.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS: 9.2K

WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of sex, underage drinking.

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“I can’t fucking believe it!” (Y/N) cursed and pressed her pillows on her ears, groaning in anger. “This is just disrespectful.”

It had been a long day for (Y/N) and the thing she craved doing the most during the whole day was having a chill and early night, but things started to go sideways from the moment she stepped into her apartment. It was the same old chaos, with all the people hired to work for your family running around the house and your mom smoking a cigarette and checking some emails in the living room. She didn’t give two fucks about how her daughter was feeling or even took a good look to see her face. She only mumbled ‘I got a date, so don’t wait up’ and disappeared hours later with a pretty red dress.

The whole night was hard, trying to take care of herself and staying hydrated. Also, it was one of the nights her mental health was getting the best of her. She was feeling lonely and weak, but that was just something that happened a lot and she was getting used to it, even though nobody should get used. She tried to wash it down with hot teas and solo movie night with scented candles and a bubble bath. While she emerged in hot water, she started to think about her life, it was completely shitty and there was nothing she could do about it. Her mother didn’t care about her and her father was never around when she needed it. Also, she didn’t have any true friends and that was what she hated the most because that meant that no one liked her enough to stick around.

And then she remembered the boy she met earlier today. Tom was different than anyone she had ever met and something about him made her want to know him better like she was supposed to know him somehow. The boy didn’t leave her mind during the whole night and it was funny how he just appeared and didn’t leave. There was nothing special about the way they met, he was just nice to her and it made her feel better. Maybe after today, she would have a friend. That was too good to be true, who would want her as a friend anyway?

When tiredness hit her body, she went to sleep or at least tried to, because half an hour later her mom and she could hear the loud giggles and the whisky bottle hitting the edge of the glass. (Y/N) already knew that it was going to be a long night, as usual. But things only started to get worse when her mom got to bed with the guy she was dating. The bed hitting the wall, loud moans and screams, it was like they were the only one in the house.

“Ugh, when I bring boys home, I try to be as quiet as possible. But no, she has to do the loud screaming. That’s not even a turn on.” (Y/N) mumbled to herself as she got up to circle her room as she thought of something to do, but what was she supposed to do? She knew that interfering wouldn’t work and she was too sick to go out and look for somewhere else to stay. So she decided to walk around the house, after all, her mom was too busy to care what she was doing right?

She drank at least three bags of chamomile tea that night, trying to calm down and maybe not shout at her mother once she woke up the next morning to go to class. Now she was even considering not sleeping at all because it would be much worse to sleep for such few hours. God knows at what time her mother stopped screaming and she finally got to sleep, the only thing she knows is that when the alarm clock rang, she was very tired and her head was exploding in headache.

“Ugh, fuck me.” She cursed under her breath and made her way to the bathroom to find some painkillers and take a shower. She might be looking like a fucking zombie, but sure as hell won’t give them the small chance to see that. Makeup helped a lot and she was an expert on making it look natural. She was almost done with her mascara when a knock on the door interrupted her.

“I need to borrow your new Prada heels for a meeting.” Her mother came into the room wearing a silky robe and holding a cigarette between her fingers.

“Good morning to you too, mother.” (Y/N) was clearly in a bad mood, as she always was, not a morning person. “Did you sleep well? Because I for sure didn’t.”

“What got into you?” Josephine searched through her closet for the heels.

“Uhm, I don’t know… Maybe only three hours of sleep on a school night with my lovely mother having the time of her life with God knows who.”

“His name is Garold and he’s a fine man. Be nice to him.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and started to get dressed since her mother was taking forever to find those heels. She dressed in her common pencil plaid skirt, a white blouse with a bow neck, a black sweater and black oxfords. “Those schools uniforms are always horrible.”

“At least the school is flexible and I can wear it however I want.” She finished her hair in the mirror and took the heels out of the closet to make her mom go away. “I am going to be very clear with you, mom. I don’t ever want to go through this situation again because it’s embarrassing and gross. If it happens again, I’m moving in with dad.”

“Pft, please… You would never go live with your dad because he’s never home.”

“Try me.” (Y/N) threatened. “Now if you excuse me, I have to go to class.”

“What about breakfast? I was thinking about some croissants with you and Garold...” (Y/N)’s mouth fell agape as she gathered all of her things inside her purse and rushed outside the bedroom.

“Never in a million years.” She shouted before rushing downstairs to avoid talking to her mother. “I seriously need to be accepted in a university far away from her.”

Living close to the school was a privilege in New York due to its natural bad traffic. It didn’t take less than 15 minutes to get there, but it was long enough for (Y/N) to settle her breathing and calm down. It had been a long night, but it was her first day back in school and it was her senior year. Everything about it was supposed to be fun, right? And things would always remain the same, her getting there early to eat breakfast from the café across the street, sitting by her window table to read her latest book discover over waffles and a very hot latte. Of course, she had someone to make her breakfast back home, but morning routine was so agitated around her apartment that even on weekends she decides to go out and find herself some breakfast or brunch.

Everyone knew who she was, even the café's barista, who rushed to make her usual order as she walked into the room and mumbled a polite good morning at him. Joey, the barista, was an old fling of hers that nobody knew about, probably because nobody ever knew about who she dated or hooked up and because he was a Columbia kid, working at the café to pay for his bills. Joey was the kind of boy that wasn’t breathtaking, but his cute smile and his introverted side that enjoyed books, hanging out at the bar and having deep conversations was what attracted (Y/N) the most. He was one of the nicest guys she ever went out with, although it didn’t last long. Turns out that he only talked to her in the first place because he knew she had money and he was drowning in his college loan. But it was a nice relationship, one where they would read books to each other, have long conversations by the café window, she’d spend the whole weekend having a sex marathon in his flat. With time she got bored though, it wasn’t her type to be a homegirl. When they broke up he remained respectful, although he still flirts with her every morning as he serves her breakfast.

"Morning, (Y/N). It's been a while." Joey mumbled as he rested her latte in front of her, followed by a plate with a large waffle.

"It's been a while since I've last been to New York." She grinned as she put her hair back in a bun. "I was in Paris."

"I know. You're everywhere. In every magazine, every fashion adds on the internet." He chuckled as he poured the syrup on her waffles. "You look pretty today. A little different than I've ever seen you."

"Different how?"

"You're not wearing big fancy coats or too much makeup. And you look more mature. Flawless, as always." She knew Joey had a hard time after their breakup and maybe he still felt something for her, but he was only a good friend and that was it.

"Thank you."

"I have to go back, but have a nice say." He waved as he walked back to the balcony where customers were waiting.

"You too, Joey." She smiled sympathetically and drove her attention back to the food in front of her. Right now, she wasn't feeling so good to read her newest book. There were days that the only thing she wanted was to sit there by the soft rock music playing in the background, the sound of the coffee machine, the amazing smell in the air and the agitated New York morning routine outside their windows. It was better than having breakfast with her mother and her newest fling.

(...)

Tom woke up from a late night with his brothers and his best mate. After what happened at school, Harrison drove him home and stood over when Nikki invited him for dinner. Also, he knew that Tom needed support after the day he had and to discuss a little more about the girl keeping a smile on his face ever since he left the nursery. After a little confront in the car, Tom opened everything up to Harrison, like he always did, and spared no details. Haz couldn’t swear he never saw Tom so excited about a girl before and he instantly knew that there was something between them. But he didn’t mention it for the rest of the night, too busy with poker and the twins bad jokes being shot through the air. It was past midnight when Harrison left for his apartment and Tom got to bed.

The morning wasn’t generous at all with him and it was like a truck had hit him during the night. He would’ve done anything to just stay in bed, but it was the first day of senior year and he for sure wasn’t going to miss it, especially after the day he had yesterday, meeting a lot of nice people. He wanted to cause a good impression, as always, but there wasn’t much to do when you’re reduced to a uniform. He decided to go with social navy trousers, a white blouse with the collar popping out of a sweater and to finish, a tie, which was mandatory. He’d never used a school uniform before, but he had to admit he looked extremely hot on them.

“Morning mum, dad.” He kissed Nikki’s cheek when he made his way to the kitchen and she was making sure all of her boys were fed up before going out. He tapped his father’s shoulder and gently poured some tea in his cup to sit between Harry and Paddy.

“Morning Tommy. Are you feeling better?” He nodded sleepy and she smiled at him. “I guess poker with the boys helped you.”

“He just loves to lose to me.” Sam pocked his tongue out and all the brothers rolled their eyes. “You’re all just jealous because I won twice.”

“You cheated twice, Sam.” Harry said before attacking the eyes in front of him.

“Do you want something to eat Tom?” Nikki asked and he shook his head.

“Tea is fine mom, I’m not 100% better and I don’t feel like eating.”

“Okay, rush boys. Tom, you still have to pick Harrison at his apartment and I still have two schools to drop the twins and Paddy.” The boys nodded and rushed to finish their breakfast. “Dom, you sure you’ll be fine taking the subway to work?”

“Everybody uses the subway in New York. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” He kissed the top of her head. Dom and Nikki were a team, making it easier to raise four boys, even though there were moments that definitely weren’t easy. But when they look at their kids, they know they’ve made a good job. “Okay, I gotta go. Have a good first day, boys.”

“You too, dad.” They mumbled as they watched the old man walk away from the kitchen.

“Okay, bye. I have to rush.” Tom waved and they all said their goodbyes to the boy.

Being the only one with a car, Tom had to drive to the Upper West Side to pick his best friend, even though he lived right next to the school. Luckily, it didn’t take long until he got to Harrison’s apartment to find him leaned against the building’s walls in his pretty uniform. He dressed up differently than Tom, ditching the sweater and opting for a blazer instead.

“Morning, mate.” Harrison sat inside the car and Tom quickly started to drive again. “Feeling better?”

“A little. But I still can’t eat, too sick to do so.”

“Or are you nervous to meet the pretty girl? What was her name…”

“(Y/N). And no, that’s not because of that.” Liar. It was all he could think about ever since he woke up. Actually, it was the only thing he could think about ever since he left that nursery yesterday. How did that girl shake him up like that after one small conversation? “I’m not sure she’ll talk to me today. She doesn’t seem like the type of girl that likes to hang with lads that aren’t like her. We’re not extremely rich, or famous.”

“Come on, mate. You’re hot, she’s not stupid. At least I think you can hit that.”

“No, I don’t wanna hit that. This one is different.” He sheepishly smiled as he remembered her from yesterday, sitting next to him and keeping her voice soft and low, just for him to hear it.

“You like her.” Harrison smirked and Tom sighed loudly.

“I don’t. She’s just… a friend. Yeah, I think maybe less. She’s pretty, but I don’t think I want to hit that.” He tried to avoid that subject, but Harrison wanted to know more about the girl that made Tom’s eyes shine for the first time in his life. “Because she’s the first girl that made me feel different and I don’t wanna ruin that.”

“Just… be careful mate. She might be nice, but don't forget that she’s a spoiled kid like everyone else in those schools.”

“I’ll be, promise you.” Tom found a parking lot next to school and left his car there.

His new school was cool, but the people were a little… different. They were rich kids, raised as one, so it didn't match either Tom's or Harrison’s personality that much since they couldn't stand those type of people, being raised to use their money wisely and never feel like they’re better than someone because of what they materially have. Still, some people were nice enough to talk to them on the first day. Others looked at them up and down with disdain and arrogance.

Parties were already being planned. The Welcoming Party hosted by Noel Kaim in his big Long Island summer house and there were whispers all around the school that this one was going to be epic since it was Noel's senior year. Everyone in school was always invited, but only a few selected people showed up. Of course, (Y/N) was the most expected to be there since she never misses a party, especially when it’s hosted by Noel.

"I don't know if I'm doing Noel's party this year. Not in the mood." (Y/N) commented when she met up with her friends after a good breakfast. They were all reunited at the restroom getting some final touches in their makeups.

"Come on, (Y/N). Noel is like… your guy. Aren't you gonna show up at his party and claim for what's yours?" Courtney said as she applied some lipgloss in the mirror.

"First of all, he's not my guy. We make out sometimes, and I take him to red carpets and events with me. But that's because I can't show empty-handed." (Y/N) started to braid Stacy's hair as she asked earlier. "Also, I'm getting tired of him."

"Why?" Stacy frowned and (Y/N) shrugged.

"Too clingy." They all laughed together. "S, you should go after him at that party. I know you always flirt, so maybe this should be the best opportunity."

"Won't you be mad about that?"

"No, I swear."

(Y/N) always tried to be sweet with her friends and they normally were sweet back, especially Courtney who is the sweetest girl in the world. But sometimes Stacy seems like she just wants to be (Y/N) and she was tired of it, maybe her hooking up with Noel will get her to stop.

"And Court, you know basketball's team Lamar, right? He seems like your type, you should go for him."

"What? No, no, no. Lamar is way over my league." Courtney chuckled nervously as she changed her lipgloss for mascara.

"Are you kidding me? You're amazing, he would be lucky to be with you."

"It's not like I'm you, (Y/N)." She said in a low tone and before (Y/N) could question it, the bell rang and they had to rush to class.

Classes were just like any other day. It was the first day of the school year and still, things didn't change at all for those who were used to the school. Tom and Harrison had a hard time to pick up everyone's pace, but soon they realised that it wasn't so different from their school back in London. Still, being new in school is always hard and everyone needs some time to adapt.

"So what are you thinking about?" Harrison asked Tom when they sat down to eat lunch together.

"Everything's so different, right?" He grinned and shrugged. "I'm kind of terrified."

"Why would you even be terrified?"

"Everyone around here seems to be working hard to become someone. Great college education and a proper major. I just want to be an actor."

"And aren't you working hard to become it?" Harrison arched his eyebrows and Tom shrugged. "Tom, you're not inferior just because you don't want to go to an Ivy League university and become a lawyer."

"Well, maybe I am."

"Well, if you say so, then so am I. Did you forget that I'm also trying to be an actor?" Tom didn't know what else to say and just concentrated on his sandwich.

"I'm sorry mate."

"It's okay. If you ever wanna talk about this, I'm your guy." Harrison gave him two taps in the back and went back to his food. "Oh, what about that (Y/N) chick?"

What about her? Well, at this exact moment she was sitting in her usual spot by the stairs in front of the school, eating with her friends while they commented on people's dressing. That's something they normally do when they're bored and didn't have much to talk to each other. It always worked to fill the blanks and they didn't need to talk about something deeper or anything else.

"Noel looks good today." Stacy commented and Courtney nodded.

"He looks the same as every day." (Y/N) siped her lemonade as they all observed Noel passing balls with his friends and laughing a lot.

"His hair looks different." Courtney commented and (Y/N) frowned.

"No, it doesn't."

"Not Noel's. Lamar's. He got a buzzcut." She pointed to the boy standing next to Noel, passing a hand on his shaved head.

"It looks ridiculous." Stacy said with a laugh.

"I like it." (Y/N) said and Courtney agreed with a nod. "It gave him a mature look."

"He looks so pretty, doesn't he?" Courtney had full heart eyes when she was looking at the boy, and (Y/N) liked her, so that's why she shouted next.

"Hey, Lamar. C'mere." She signed to the boy as he looked their way. He pointed to his chest and she nodded. Courtney looked like she was about to burst into flames as he approached.

"Hey, (Y/N)." He sat down with them and sent a smile on Courtney's way. This was too easy.

"Hey Lamar, you remember my friends." (Y/N) pointed to the girls and they waved shyly.

"Courtney, right?" He pointed and she nodded with a blush. "And… Stella?"

"It's Stacy." She groaned and started to gather her things.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He apologized and she shrugged.

"Yeah, it doesn't matter anyway. I have to make a call." Stacy walked away as everyone frowned at her attitude.

"So, are you guys coming to Noel's party?" Lamar asked.

"Sorry, I only go to Long Island on vacations." (Y/N) said putting on some sunglasses. "Plus, I have a thing. But Courtney's going."

"Really?" He opened a little smile for her and she nodded with a shy smile. "Cool."

"I have to go, but I'm sure you're gonna take good care of Court, right?" (Y/N) rested a hand on his shoulder and he nodded, looking at Courtney.

"Yeah, of course." He had a playful cheeky smile on his face.

"Are you going to be okay, baby?"

"Yeah. Lamar can keep me company." Courtney pointed at him and that was all (Y/N) needed to hear before stepping up and walking away.

She took the time alone to sit on a bench and read her book since she wasn't in the mood earlier that morning, but after a whole day of boring classes, she was dying to get a little time to just be alone and relax over those thousands of words while eating peaches as she loved to do. But her quiet moment of peace was disturbed by someone sitting next to her and passing an arm behind her back. She knew who's touch it was by now.

"Noel, I need some time alone."

"Hey baby, why are you avoiding me?" He removed a hair from her ear and she rolled her eyes.

"First of all, I didn't give you permission to touch me." She removed his arm from her shoulders and sat away from him. "Second, I'm avoiding you because you're annoying."

"You never called last night."

"I got food poisoning. And thank you for asking if I'm good."

"I didn't know that you were sick."

"Yes, you did. You have a Twitter, everyone in school was commenting about it." She crossed her arms and they remained in silence.

"I missed you when you were gone."

"Yet you didn't call me once." She avoided his gaze, which she knew was locked on her. "You were probably too busy getting wasted in Rio."

"It was Fernando de Noronha."

"I don't even know what that means." She shot up and started to walk away, but Noel followed her. "Stop following me."

"Are you coming to my party?" He asked and she ignored. "Come on, baby, talk to me." He reached for her wrist and pulled her back to him, making her wince in pain.

"Noel, let me go. You're hurting me."

"You can't avoid me forever." His voice sounded harsh and commanding. (Y/N) was trying to remain though with a tight grip on her wrist.

"She asked you to let her go, mate." They heard a voice from behind them and they looked its way. (Y/N) smiled when she saw Tom standing there, eyebrows furrowed and folded arms.

"Hey new guy, you shouldn't get your nose where you were not invited."

"Yeah, I don’t care. I’m not letting you do anything to her."

"Let me fucking go, Noel." She forced her wrist out of his hand and after a lot of debating, he let her go.

"Our talk isn't over." He pointed out before walking back to his friends.

"Don't fucking talk to me." She massaged her wrist and walked Tom's way. He still looking at Noel with an angry face, making sure he walked far away from her. He slipped his hand on her back and pulled her away from the guy, walking towards Harrison waiting in the back.

"You okay?" Tom asked and she shook her head no. "Should we go to the nursery again?"

"No, I'm fine." You didn't dare to look up to him or you would cry again and you were sick of crying in front of Tom. "Noel's an idiot."

"Is he always like this?"

"To me? No. This is new." She shot an angry look at him, now back to playing with his friends. "We used to date. Well, nothing serious though. But he never was aggressive with me before."

"I’m gonna keep an eye on him, okay?" Tom looked angry and full of concern as he analysed her wrist carefully, holding it like it was made of glass. "Come on, let's sit with me and Haz. We'll keep you away from that idiot."

Tom and Harrison were getting out for some air when they spotted (Y/N) fighting to get away from a boy who had a strong grip on her wrist. Tom immediately interfered and got her safely with him and Harrison on another bench.

"Hey, you alright?" Harrison asked her and she nodded.

"Yeah, I guess so." She sighed and fixed her hair. "Sorry, uhm… I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"I'm Harrison Osterfield. And it's nice to meet you."

"I met both of you in the worst situation." They laughed together and Harrison sat aside, patting the space next to him so she could sit down. “I’m so sorry, I’m not usually this messed up, I promised.”

“It’s okay. We all have some bad times and it’s not your fault.”

“Especially this one.” Tom still looked angry and was having a hard time to calm down. He was still facing Tom with a red face, crossed arms and eyebrows furrowed. Harrison shot a glance at his friend to make him calm down a little. Tom rolled his eyes and sat next to (Y/N).

“Is that the Noel everyone in school is talking about today?” Harrison asked and (Y/N) nodded. “They are all saying his parties are epic.”

“I’ve been to better ones.” She said. “Noel is one hell of a popular guy and everyone thinks he’s nice and powerful, but he’s so dirty. Ugh, I want to punch him sometimes.”

“Do you know him very well?”

“Better than anyone else in this school. But no one truly knows him, it’s frustrating. You have no idea what he’s capable of. I just thought I was the limit.”

“Well, I guess we all just saw what he can do.” Tom said and Harrison nodded.

“But it’s okay. We’re gonna take care of you.” She smiled at the boys. She didn’t know them very well, but something was telling her that they were very trustable and she could be comfortable around them.

“Thank you so much.”

“Yeah, anytime.” Tom softly smiled at her, making her heart warmer.

“I know we met at the worst time possible. But I would like to hang out with you sometime.”

“That would be great.”

“Do you guys drink?”

“Yes.” They answered in unison, making her laugh. “You wanna make us happy? Get us a pint.”

“I know the perfect place to go to. Maybe Friday night?”

“Oh, it’s my mom’s birthday and we’re going out for dinner. But you two should go and have fun together.”

It was a complicated matter for both of them. They’ve never gone out with another person alone if it wasn’t for a date. Tom didn’t even remember the last time he even befriended a girl without second intentions and he knew that Harrison was trying to get him alone with (Y/N) after long hours hearing him saying that Tom was in love with this girl. And it’s been a while since (Y/N)’s last relationship, but even when she was in France she used those fancy restaurants for quick late-night dates ending up back in her hotel room at the end. What it was like to sit in front of each other with two drinks and just talk without any second intentions?

“I would love to.” Tom said first, trying to take a leap of faith and being confident about going out with her.

“I guess it’s a date.”

(...)

(YN) never invited someone on a date before. She was usually asked on them by other boys. But when she was standing right there in front of Tom, something just made her say that it was alright to go out with him and that’s why she was going through her closet to find a good outfit for her date. Well, it wasn’t exactly a date, was it? Everything just made you so confused. Not knowing what it was made her question about what to choose for wearing, and she nearly emptied her wardrobe to find something nice, which considering its size, was not an easy job.

“What’s wrong with you?” Her mother asked as she came into her daughter’s closet, finding almost half of her closet on the floor.

“I can’t find anything nice to wear.” (Y/N) sighed as she sat down in the chair place right in the centre of a sea of clothes.

“Oh for fuck’s sake. You act as if I’m not your mother.” Josie stepped into the closet and started to look for something fresh.

“Well, we’re not exactly on speaking terms.”

“And that’s on you, sweetie. You’re the one not talking to me.” She went through many skirts that were already on the floor, throwing some of them back when she wasn't satisfied.

“You had crazy monkey sex with some guy and kept me up all night.”

“You’re mad because of that?” Josie did an ugly face looking back to her daughter and (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“What did you think I was mad for?” She frowned and her mother shrugged.

“About the event the other day. And well, in that case, I should be mad at your for running away and for the day that followed that one. You got yourself inside that hole Noel Kaim calls his bedroom and didn’t come back for two days.”

“You’re friends with his mother.”

“Cornelia is a lovely woman. Can’t say the same about the boys in her family.” Josie threw a leathery black skirt over her daughter and kept searching to match for the uppers. “Well, that woman is wearing the horns of a cuckold, and they’re probably Prada’s.”

“You’re one of the women George Kaim had an affair with.”

“Yeah, and I regret it deeply because that man doesn’t know how to make a lady cum. I wouldn’t be surprised if his wife is also having an affair.” (Y/N) almost choked on her mother’s words, there clearly wasn’t a limit in the words that came out of her mouth.

“Oh God, get out of here!” She pointed the door and Josie rolled her eyes.

“I’m almost done, Jesus…” She threw a black tank top over her daughter’s lap and a leather jacket. “Try these with black high heels or Dr Martens. Also, pretty lingerie underneath it, maybe you’ll get lucky.”

“You’re the world’s worst mother.” Josephine showed her a middle finger on her way out. She came back a couple of seconds later with a cigarette lit up. “What did I ever tell you about smoking indoors?”

“Yeah, whatever. My apartment, my bills, my business.” Josie rambled before taking the cigarette again. “I’m going out with Garold tonight, and will probably stay at his place. So don’t bother about waiting for me.”

“Would never bother about that.” (Y/N) started to change into her clothes. She could say anything about her mom, but she had to admit that Josephine knows how to dress someone up. “At least I can have a proper night of sleep.”

“And if you want to use the apartment later…”

“Please leave.” (Y/N) said as she pointed out the door, already grossed out by that conversation.

“Use condoms.” She shouted from the back and (Y/N) continued to get ready, trying to forget the inappropriate conversation she just had with her mother.

While (Y/N) was finishing getting ready, Tom was trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight, just like she was doing before. See, the thing is that Tom heard many things about her during the week. A lot of people said that she was the kind of girl who doesn’t usually befriend with a boy if she doesn’t want anything else, but she also doesn’t want any commitment. And that kind of made Tom nervous because he didn’t know what tonight meant. Was it a date, or was it just two friends hanging out? But most importantly, did he want it to be a date?

“What are you doing?” Harry asked popping his head into the room.

“Trying to find something nice to go out tonight, but it’s not an easy task when all my stuff is still packed inside many suitcases.” Tom chuckled as he removed many t-shirts from his bag.

“Mate, I’m so glad my closet is already finished.” Sam popped inside the room with his twin brother.

“And now we have a crowd.” Tom chuckled and his brothers stepped into the room, taking their seat in Tom’s mattress since he didn’t have a proper bed yet.

“You already have a date. You’re lucky.” Harry said. “The girls in my school are so hard to get.”

“That’s because you give them the impression that you want something serious.”

“But I do want something serious.” Tom rolled his eyes and took a black shirt to match his jeans. “Sam found someone great, and I want that too. I don’t want to end up like you, miserably chasing after girls.”

“First, chasing after girls is fun. Second, I’m not going on a date, I’m taking my time.”

“You already said to me that you hooked up with a girl after class on Wednesday. That was your third day of classes.”

“Come on, Sam. Look at me, I’m irresistible.” Tom pointed down to his body, which made the twins laugh.

“Oh, do me a favour and tell Haz that I want my Xbox controllers back! He has it ever since we were in England.” Harry mumbled as he replied a text on his phone.

“I’m not hanging out with Harrison. Today’s Phil’s birthday.” Tom said, voice a little lower than before. The twins shared a look once Tom looked away, frowning to each other.

“So you’re not going on a date, but you’re not hanging out with Harrison. Who exactly are you hanging out with?” Sam crossed his arms and frowned. Tom shrugged as he put on his jacket.

“You’re hanging with (Y/N), aren’t you?” Harry asked and it was Tom’s turn to frown, quickly turning his head to the twins.

“How do you know who she is?”

“Harrison told me everything about you two.” Harry shrugged and Tom’s mouth fell agape.

“That bitch.” Tom cursed under his breath.

“So it is a date!” Harry jumped excitedly and Tom took a long breath, clenching his jaw.

“No, it isn’t. I’m hanging out with (Y/N), but we’re going as friends.”

“Yeah, we’re not going to believe you. And honestly, I don’t care.” Sam said and Harry laughed. “I still don’t know who’s this (Y/N) chick.”

“She’s just this girl I met at the nursery on my first day and she’s cool. Like...stupidly cool.” Tom opened a small smile on his lips as he talked about her. “And you know, she’s pretty and everything, but she’s different from anyone I’ve ever met. I’m not wasting that with a meaningless hookup.”

“I can’t believe this…” Sam started with a grin on his face. “Tom actually likes a girl.”

“What?” Tom turned around angrily to find the twins laughing. “I don’t like her.”

“Yes, you do. You talk about her with a big smile on your face, it’s priceless!” Harry pointed and received dirty underwear on his face. “Hey, not cool.”

“Remember me to kill Harrison later. Now, does this looks cool?” Tom showed what he was wearing and the twins analysed it closely. A black t-shirt, dark washed jeans and a leather jacket. He always dresses up simple, but he looks hot with them.

“If you’re planning on getting laid tonight, I think it’s good.” Harry nodded and Tom adjusted his jacket.

“But don’t forget your cologne, since girls are always falling for it.” Tom rolled his eyes and started to push the twins out of the room.

“Yeah, you’re pissing me off. Goodbye!” He slammed the door at their faces and took a second to breathe.

As Tom finished his final details, (Y/N) texted him saying that she was already leaving the apartment to meet him there. He rushed to get his things and come downstairs to find his mother cuddled with his father and younger brother, Paddy. They looked so comfortable that it made Tom want to cancel his thing and snuggle in his mother’s arms.

“Oh, what a handsome young man.” Nikki got out of the couch and walked to her son, giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Are you going out with Harrison?”

“He has a date, mom.” Harry interrupted and received a death glare from Tom.

“A date? That’s lovely. I hope it’s a girl that makes you settle for good because I hate having to memorize all of their names.”

“First, even I don’t memorize their names. Second, it’s not a date. I’m hanging out with a girl, but we’re only friends.”

“That’s new.” Dom commented. “Well, take some money from my wallet. Make it a nice evening for her.”

“And be safe.” Nikki kissed his forehead and he smiled before looking for his dad’s wallet to take some money to take off.

New York was beautiful at night, just as much as it was during the day. (Y/N) didn’t make it a secret when it came to love the city and anyone could see it in her eyes, how they shinned as she glanced out the window to watch the lights and the movement around her. Tom was learning to love it too. He came from a big city, probably one of the most popular cities in the world, but New York was slowly owning a place in his heart. It’s been less than a month since he moved here and it’s been such a nice time, especially when he got to meet nice people, just like the one he was about to go meet.

He never would expect that his first outing with a girl around the nightly city would be as a friendly date, but he was so happy to be doing this. It was almost magical the way she made him feel, it was almost like a soulmate connection that pulled them together somehow and he couldn’t help but like it. Even though he loved Harrison and they had been together for years now, Tom had this feeling that (Y/N) was something special in his life. Maybe she had the potential to be his best friend.

"Oh, sorry love. Have you been waiting for long?" Tom said as he stepped out of the taxi to find her standing outside the bar. He only saw her twice with clothes that weren't school uniform and he was pretty sure she doesn't wear fancy dresses all the time, but right now she looked like a real supermodel fashionista. Everything on her matched and fit like they were meant to be worn together.

“Don’t worry, I just got here.” (Y/N) fixed her hair and smiled at Tom. “I liked your jacket.”

“Really? It’s like… super old.”

“Vintage, darling.” She pinched his stomach and Tom smiled. Maybe that was something she always did to people she’s intimate with and now she was doing it with him like they’ve known each other for a long time.

“Well, thank you. Coming from a girl who’s always dressed up flawlessly, it must be pretty good.” He fixed his jacket and she chuckled.

“The perks of being Josephine (Y/L/N)’s daughter.” She shrugged and pulled him inside the bar.

Tom felt like coming home from the moment he stepped into that place. The brick walls, the green leather booths, warm lights and a lot of people united on the tables having a good time. The big bars full of drinks, bartenders and stools so they could sit closer to the drinks. And to finish the decoration, a big neon sign saying “Vertigo”. It was a full pub right in the middle of New York. Tom was fascinated by that place.

“Well, this is familiar.” He pointed out and (Y/N) chuckled, pulling him to sit on the stools.

“I figured you’d like this one because it’s just like a London pub. Maybe this would make it feel like home.”

“Thank you for bringing me here.” She shrugged and sat on a stool by the bar. “I bet you always come here with your friends.”

“No, they would never come here. Not fancy enough for them. They prefer hotel bars and fancy clubs, I can take you there someday.” He sat right next to her and they waited for the bartender to come. “Also, the other bar doesn’t have good beer. The owners from here are British, so it’s supposed to be good.”

“Good evening, miss (Y/L/N). Seems like you brought a friend.” The bartender asked with a strong accent very similar to Tom’s, maybe a little heavier. By his tag name, Tom knew that his name was Oliver.

“Hey, Oliver. This is Tom, be nice to him.”

“Nice to meet you, Tom. What can I get you?”

“Fish and chips and a pint.” Tom said and the bartender smiled with the accent that came out of Tom’s mouth

“One of my lads from England.” He winked and Tom nodded with a smile. “It’s always nice to see someone from back home. Where are you from?”

“London, mate.”

“I’m from Sheffield. And what can I get you, love?” The bartender asked (Y/N) after she went through their drink menu.

“I’ll have a lemon and rosemary gin tonic, please.” The young man nodded and walked away to prepare their order.

“Okay, I officially love this place.” Tom said excitedly, which made (Y/N) laugh. “Harrison will love this one. He’s the one who was always buried inside the pub even before we turned eighteen. The only thing we were against while moving here is that the drinking legal age is 21 and we weren’t ready to stop going to pubs. Even before, we used to hide in a pub that allowed us to drink there and keep it on the low.”

“Yeah, kind of like this place. Although I’m the only one allowed in here. The owners are friends with my dad.”

“That’s why the guy knew your name.” He pointed back to Oliver filling a glass with beer.

“Yeah, that’s Oliver. He’s cute and always serves me the best drinks. I always tip him well, that’s the key.” (Y/N) winked and crossed her legs. A couple of guys sitting on the next table looked her up and down, which made her roll eyes. Tom followed her look and furrowed his eyebrows at the guys.

"They are like twice your age."

"Yeah, unfortunately, it happens all the time. It's disgusting." Oliver served their drinks and told he would be back with their chips. "I'm lucky that Oliver is serving us tonight, he's the only one that's respectful with me. You see the guy over there." She pointed to a guy organizing cups in the back and Tom nodded. "He always tries to abuse me somehow, hands on my ass or waist, never with consent. But he's quiet tonight because I'm here with a guy."

"That's fucking pathetic. I get so angry about those things." Tom then remembered the situation that happened earlier that week with Noel. "What about that Noel Kaim? He seemed pretty abusive with you."

"Noel never treated me like that before. Sure, we like to tease each other because that’s how our relationship was built. But never with anger, never with aggression. I got really upset when he did that to me." She sipped on her drink and felt her throat burning with the strong drink.

"If he ever does anything to you, even if it's small, you can tell me and I'll break his face."

"Thank you." She smiled softly and he finally drank his beer.

"Oh my God, this is fantastic." Tom said almost rolling his eyes in pleasure. "I officially love this place. Do you want some?"

"I'm not a fan of beer, but my dad brought me here the first time and had me drinking one beer and it's really good."

"Thank God your dad brought you here.” He sipped his beer again and sighed. “And well, you look like someone that doesn’t like beer. You look very fancy, like everyone in our schools.”

“Yeah. I was raised on champagne with two strawberries on the bottom of the glass. But you know, when I visited London, I went plenty of pubs with some friends, sometimes with my dad and I enjoyed their beer.” She took a big sip on her drink and did an ugly face when it burned down her throat. Tom laughed at her and thanked when the bartender came with his chips. “Mom got pretty mad that day. Mad at me, at my dad, at the world, honestly. As always.”

“You seem to have a pretty disturbing relationship with your mother.”

“With my family, in general. My mother is… peculiar. She never wanted to be a mother, at least that’s what she tells me now and then. She only did it because of my father. He wanted to be a dad and back then, they were very in love. That’s why I think I’m the reason their relationship fell apart.” She brushed the tip of her finger around the border of the glass. “Sorry, that was too deep. Tonight was supposed to be a fun night.”

“No, tonight was supposed to be a night to get to know each other.” He smiled softly at her and took some chips before he continued. “You can tell me more about your mom.”

“Uhm, we’re always fighting. She doesn’t care much about what I do and at the same time, she cares too much. She wants me to be perfect, to be the best student, the best dressed, the most desirable. But she doesn’t care about how I feel or what I wanna do.” She glanced down, maybe to tried hold some tears forming on her waterline. “But hey, tell me about your mom. I owe you some minutes to listen to you ramble on about your life.”

“I love my mom. She always supports me and takes care of me. She’s my best friend, honestly.” He smiled to remember his old mum that right now was cuddled with all of his brothers in the living room. “My family is everything to me. I don’t think I can even show how much I love them. They are the best part of me.”

“You have a big family?” She had a small grin on her face and he nodded.

“My parents are still together and I have three younger brothers, two of them are twins.” He smiled when he started talking about them. (Y/N) saw a sparkle in his eyes when he started to talk about his family. He talked with such adoration that it was almost hard to believe that someone loved their family this much. That was what she wanted all her life. “And I am so lucky to have them in my life. You will know when you meet them.”

“I would love to meet them.” They both opened a big smiled when their eyes crossed.

“Sam and Harry are really fun to hang out with. But being friends with them requires a big appetite for food and for talking photography.”

“I love photography! I’m a model, the camera loves me.” She posed for him and he laughed. “And I’m always hungry. That’s something you need to know if we’re gonna be friends.”

“Noted.” He winked and they fell into a brief silence so they could drink a little more. “Do you like being a model?”

“A little. I love fashion, I do. But my mother always tried to put me into a certain beauty pattern because that’s how she was raised, my grandmother is just like her, maybe worst. And I have many self-esteem issues because of that. She even had me wearing tight corsets when I was 12, it was horrible.” ”

“I’m so sorry darling.”

“After a while, I started to speak up and tell her no. So I only model for her sometimes and decided that I wanted to be a lawyer instead of going to a fashion school and being a part of this messed up world that excludes those who aren’t inside the beauty pattern.”

“Well, you could try changing it from the inside.”

“That’s why I still model and I try to stick to my true self, nothing aesthetically different.” She took some second to breathe and continue. “I got tired of doing what I was told. My mom even controlled my relationships at some point.”

“Really? How did that work?”

“She broke me and my last boyfriend. Well, we weren’t serious but when she found out I was going out with a guy that wasn’t rich and worked at a coffee shop, she lost his mind. Well, Josephine is very found of Noel Kaim and his family and Noel was the one who told her I was going out with that guy.”

“How did he know you were dating?”

“The boy worked at the café in front of the school. Noel saw me kissing him goodbye once.” She rolled her eyes. “I was never lucky in the relationship department.”

“God, me neither.”

“Really?”

“I tried to date a girl once, but it didn't work out because I don't feel like I ever truly liked anyone. Never felt head over heels, in love like a fool for someone. Also, I don't like serious relationships.”

“Me neither! Ugh, I don’t like being tied down. I love sleeping around and hooking up with a lot of guys. Even though I’m very subtle.” She signed Oliver to bring two more drinks and he nodded. “I love sex.”

“Yes! Sex is the best!” He giggled with her being so open about it. But again, he was also very open about it.

“And you know, most of the guys I truly dated never made me cum. Just Noel, and I guess that’s why I keep going back.”

“I don’t like being tied down to only one girl. I like flirting and meeting new people all the time, and Harrison is the same. I guess that’s why we’re best friends.” Oliver came with more drinks and they got drunker with every sip, opening their hearts to each other about every aspect of their lives.

“What would make you stop?”

“Meeting the right girl, I guess.” Tom smiled down to his beer and they fell into silence. "It will only stop when I truly feel how it's like to love someone. But I'm not desperately looking for them."

“Yeah, me too. Although, I want to find someone special so we can grow our own little life together.” She smiled, already feeling a little tipsy. Gin was much stronger than beer. “I want a family so I don’t be lonely.”

“I’ve never told any of those things to anyone.” Tom admitted.

“Me neither.” She agreed. “But I’m glad to share this with you, Tom. I feel like I can trust you. Like I can be vulnerable. That’s new to me.”

“I feel the same.” He extended his drink and she raised hers so they could toast. “And (Y/N), one more thing.”

“What is it?”

“You don’t have to be so lonely. At least as long as I’m here.”

“I don’t think that’s possible by now, Tom.” She buried her face in her drink to hide her sad face and he reached for her hand resting over the counter.

“Yes, it is. You’re waiting for the right guy to not be lonely, but you can’t spend the best years of your life looking for that someone. That’s not how life works.” She left her to drink behind to pay attention to what he was saying, maybe trying to hold some tears when touching in such a delicate subject for her. “I’m your friend and I’m here, right now. You don’t have to be lonely.”

“Why are you so fond of me?” She frowned, letting some tears fall on her cheeks and he shrugged.

“I guess I can’t stand to see someone crying.” He cleaned her tears with the pad of his thumb and she sobbed. “I’m sorry if you didn’t want to talk about it.”

“No, I’m sorry for crying.” She tried to suck it up but didn’t move his hand from her face, which was now just rubbing her cheeks gently, trying to give her some comfort. “Thank you, Tom. For tonight. I needed to have this talk.”

“Do you need a hug?” He asked and she nodded, throwing herself in his arms with no hesitation. Tom was probably the best hugger she’d ever met, he could pass confidence and calmness through his touch. She could already feel her mascara ruining. Tom pressed her against him and rubbed his hands on her back, trying to give her some comfort. “I’m here for you, okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded her head, resting on the crook of his neck. “Do you want to order another drink? I don’t wanna go home yet.”

“Yeah, sure. Another gin tonic?”

“I think I’ll have a pint.” She winked and they laughed together. “Just to try it, you know.”

“Okay. Oliver, two pints please.”

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I Was Never Good at Waiting (Sugawara X Reader) Chapter 12

- It was your last year in highschool, everything had been going smoothly until you got assigned the new teacher. Sugawara Koushi was handsome, maybe too handsome for his own good. Be he wasn't flirting with you right, teachers shouldn't do that....I guess we will see where this year goes.

Word Count - 5,301

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You had just stepped out of the bathroom when the phone rang. You tousled your wet hair with the towel, picking up the phone. “Hey, did you make it home ok?” You bit your lip, trying to contain the smile that pulled at your lips.

“I did, you're so close I could have probably walked home.” Koushi laughed on the other end. “What are you doing? I’m sure you're pretty tired, it's already really late..” You could hear him suppressing a yawn between words.

“I just got out of the shower. I’m getting a little tired, I'm guessing you are too?” You giggled, pulling back the covers of your comforter.

“I should let you sleep then…” He trailed off. He was hoping the conversation would have lasted longer. He was still craving your voice, your presence. But you needed sleep, he needed sleep. You both had class in the morning.

“I don’t really want the call to end just yet...could you talk to me for a while longer?” You had settled into your bed, the cool sheets slowly warming up with your body heat.

“Of course, what do you want to talk about?”

You could hear him messing with something in the background. “You could just walk me through your night time routine.”

“Huh, ok…?” He chuckled to himself, “Well, right now I'm walking up the stairs to the bathroom.”

You hummed in response, reaching over to turn off your bedside lamp.

“Now i’m turning on the bathroom sink, putting some toothpaste on my toothbrush…”

“Proper hygiene is important.” You sleepily added, pulling yourself back under the covers.

He smiled down at the phone, picturing your tired face. “Now i’m going to brush my teeth. Back and forth, small circles.”

His words were muddled by the bubbles forming in his mouth. The sound of the sink running drowned out whatever incoherent speech he was trying to get out inbetween brush strokes.

“I guess, now I'm going to get undressed for bed…” Shutting off the sink he left for his bedroom.

“What do you usually wear to bed?” You yawned, forcing your eyes open. You wanted to stay awake, just for a bit longer.

“Well, usually a t-shirt and my...boxers.”

You chuckled at the falter in his voice, listening to the muffled noises of him sifting through his closet.

“Now i’m going to get dressed and get in bed.”

“So descriptive, I can almost see it.”

His face heated up at your teasing, “Well what fun things are you doing right now huh?”

You smirked, it was sweet hearing him so flustered over the mention of underwear. “Currently I'm laying in my bed, lights off, talking to you.”

“Already in bed? Should I let you go?” He was now pulling the covers over himself and settling into his own bed. He laid the phone on the pillow beside him before turning off his own lights.

“Mmm, no. I want to talk to you.”

He could tell from your lethargic tone that you were close to sleep. He looked at the time on his phone, 2:56 a.m. “Well what do you want to talk about?”

“Anything, I just want to hear your voice for a little while longer.”

He had been with a handful of girls in his life, some of them he would even call loves of his life at the time. But no girl could get the reaction out of him you had already managed to get.

Just the notion that you would want to fall asleep to him, to have his voice be the last thing you hear for the night. Well that alone made his heart race. But the fact that you were most likely half asleep already, saying the first things that came to your foggy mind. He couldn’t handle it, you had such a tight grip on his heart and you didn’t even know it.

“Well,I guess I could tell you about that day.” He paused for a moment, recalling the story.

“I was having a particularly bad day when I met you at the coffee shop. I had originally gone to school to become an elementary school teacher. But when I graduated the job I had been offered had changed. The previous teacher they had hired for the position i’m in now had quit last minute and they needed someone to fill his spot. When they told me I could either teach at Aoba Johsai or find another job I was, well incredibly pissed off.” He rubbed the back of his neck, just thinking about it made him mad.

“So I asked them for some time to think about it and they gave me till the end of the day. How ridiculous is that, not even 24 hours to think about a long term decision. So I did the only thing I could think of, I got a coffee. I was ready to find a new job when you walked in for your shift that day.” Sugawara could feel his face heating up, he had never really told anyone about this.

“You were trying to tie up your hair as you leaned against the door to open it. You didn’t even notice that your apron bow had gotten caught on the door handle until the door closed and pulled you over. Most people would have been embarrassed, and I'm sure you were. But no one could have known with how you were laughing. I watched a customer help you up. You were so red while your coworkers were trying to untangle your apron strings from the door. You were laughing the entire time, joking with the customers waiting to come inside. You bought everyone that was waiting a pastry as a thank you for being patient. Not even an apology, a thank you. I decided that day that if you could make the best out of that situation, I could do the same with mine. That was the day I think I fell for you.” He chuckled to himself.

“The next time I saw you I was having a pretty good day. When I came in you were writing in a notebook behind the counter. You took my order as anyone would usually do. I paid and went to the other side to wait. You came out of the kitchen a few minutes later with two chocolate muffins and my coffee. I remember telling you I didn’t order any muffins and you just laughed and told me, “It’s ok, I just really liked how happy you looked when you came in. So ones for you, and the others just in case you see someone else whose smile makes your day.” I think that was the day I fell in love with you. If you hadn’t left so fast I probably would have given it to you.” Koushi smiled as he recalled how bright your smile was that day.

He could hear your soft snores on the other line of the phone.

“F/N?” He waited a moment, listening to your shallow breathing. “Goodnight F/N” He chuckled, ending the call. He turned over in his sheets, letting sleep take him too.

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You were exhausted as you walked through the front gates of the school. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep last night, maybe sometime past 3 a.m. The only thing you could remember was Koushi’s voice as it lulled you to sleep.

You had come to school an hour early in an attempt to see him before class started for the day. It seemed like a good idea when you set your alarm last night, but seeing your sunken eyes in the reflection of the glass doors made you rethink that.

You trudged through the empty hallways to your classroom, the only noise coming from the soft echoes of club meetings in distant rooms. Your classroom was empty and dark when you opened the door, “I wonder if he’s even here yet.”

You turned the knob to this office door, pushing it open just enough to peek inside. Koushi was fast asleep on his couch, a cup of coffee sat forgotten on the window sill.

“How cute, I should let him sleep.” You quietly closed the door again.

You made your way to your own desk, laying your bag on the top and resting your head on it. “I’ll just close my eyes for a bit before class starts.”

You were woken up by a soft hand on your shoulder. You opened your eyes slowly, taking in the blurry figure in front of you.

“Hey, wake up F/N-chan.”

You blinked a few times as the body came into focus. “Hiroto-kun, what time is it?” You rubbed your eyes as you looked around.

“8:00 a.m, I just came in to you passed out at your desk. Why are you here so early?” His worried look was now visible, scanning over you as you stood up.

You couldn’t tell if it was because of your groggy state, or the fight you had with Yua, but seeing him in front of you was the one of the best things you could have woken up to.

You reached forward, pulling him into a hug. “Hiroto-kun i’m so sorry.” Your grip on him was tight as you held him.

“I think someones still drowsy, let's go get you a coffee and wake you up. '' He laughed as he pulled away from you.

You walked down the hallway together towards the south gym vending machines. The school grounds still relatively empty.

“Did Yua talk to you about yesterday?” You questioned, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“She told me about your fight if that's what you were wondering about.” He smiled down at you, he had always done that. Hiroto never lost his composure, no matter what he was feeling. He could smile through anything.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were so worried about me.” You watched him put a few yen into the machine before pressing the coffee button.

“Then tell me what's going on. That's all we want, just an explanation.” There was that smile again as he handed you the coffee.

“I..i’ve been talking to someone…”

He gave you a confused look, “And?”

“He’s older...23 to be exact.”

“That's what you were scared to tell us? That you’ve been talking to an older guy?” His laugh made the tension in your shoulders melt away. “So you're not in any danger, or doing anything illegal?”

You shook your head.

“Then why would we be mad about you talking to an older guy F/N-chan?”

He was right, it was silly that you would hide something like that. But hiding the fact that the older guy was Koushi, your teacher. That didn’t seem so silly.

“As long as you're being safe we could care less what weird stuff you're doing in your free time.” You gave him a soft smile as he patted your head. “Now just tell Yua that same thing and everything will be fine ok?”

He made it sound so easy, like she was going to be as open as he was to the conversation. But you knew you still needed to try. You nodded in agreement, opening your coffee.

“Good, now I have a soccer meeting. So i’ll see you in class ok.” He waved you off as you made your way back to the classroom.

You could see the students filing into the school as you rounded the corner to your classroom, the school courtyard filling up.

“I should probably wake him up before class starts.”

You knocked lightly on his office door before opening it. “Sugawara-senpai…” You looked inside to find the room empty. “Huh, when did he wake up?”

“Good morning F/N-chan” You jumped at the sudden noise, turning around to Sugawara holding a fresh cup of coffee. He smirked at your shaken state, like a kid with her hand in the cookie jar.

“Senpai, when did you wake up?” You tried to cover your now hot face as he reached a hand out to caress your cheek.

“A bit ago, I came out here to you fast asleep. Did you come in early to see me?” He chuckled lightly as you nodded.

“I wanted to see you before everyone else came in...” Butterflies forming in your stomach as you met his loving gaze.

“Here…” He lifted the steaming cup to your lips, tilting it till the warm ceramic touched them. You cupped a hand over his own, steadying it as you took a drink. “You must be tired…”

You flashed him a small smile as you pulled away from the cup. “It’s ok, I'm happy I got to talk to you last night.”

He grabbed your chin with his free hand, tilting it up as he leaned in to kiss you.

You wrapped your hands around his wrist, happy to reciprocate the gesture.

He pulled away, causing you to pout. He ran his thumb over your protruding lip, shaking his head. “Such a sad face” He pinched your cheek, taking a step away from you as the first students sounded down the hallway.

“Go find Yua-san and talk to her before class starts F/N.” He gave you a wink before walking into his office.

“Easier said than done Koushi.”

You decided to wait outside the school doors for her. “She’s going to have to walk in this way and when she does I can corner her again and talk to her.” Soon enough there she was walking through the front gates.

You waved at her as she got closer to the door. “Yua, can I talk to you before class?”

She picked up her pace towards the lockers when she saw you, forcing you to run behind her.

“Yua, please. I want to talk to you about yesterday. I’m sorry…”

She slammed her locker and turned towards you. “Cool F/N-chan. So now you're ready to talk? I’m busy, maybe later.” She stomped off down the hallway leaving you standing alone.

You had made your way into class as the final bell rang, taking your seat when Sugawara came out of his office. Hiroto gave you a sad smile as you got out your class work for the day.

“It doesn’t look like the talking went well…” Sugawara looked between you and Yua before starting class.

The lunch bell rang signaling the end of the class period. You tried to gather your things before Yua left but you were too late. She trudged her way out of the door and down the hallway before you could even grab your bag.

“I’ll talk to her F/N-chan, she's just being hard headed. We will figure this out.” Hiroto ruffled your hair as he grabbed his bag.

You watched him leave with the rest of the students, clutching your bag as the room emptied. Was there really a point in going to lunch if you couldn’t even sit with your friends?.

You waited for the last of the students to leave before slipping into Sugawara’s office. “I’ll just wait for him I suppose…”

Before long the door opened and a tired Koushi walked inside, throwing his papers on his desk with a sigh.

“Hey” He smiled up at you sitting on the window sill. “No luck with Yua?” He sat down on the couch, resting his head against your legs.

“No luck. Maybe I can talk to her during practice…” You ran your fingers through his hair, watching him relax into your touch.

“I’m sure she will forgive you, don’t worry about it. Things will work out.” You got down from the window sill, watching Sugawara reach over to lock the door. “Come lay with me.” He laid back down on the couch, leaving a small space beside him for you.

You sat down next to him, cheeks heating up. “Koushi, I don’t think there's enough room…”

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you down on top of him. “Then lay on me.”

You shifted to a comfortable position, before resting your head on his chest.

“Relax, everything's going to be ok.” His eyes fluttered shut as he rubbed lazy circles up your back.

You leaned up, nuzzling your head into his neck, body melting into his. You closed your eyes, savoring the warmth coming from the sun rays peeking through the window. The noise of the outside world faded away as you focused on his low breathing.

He woke up with a weight on his chest, eyes opening to see your soft H/C hair splayed out across his chest. He reached up, moving a few strands to see your face. Your legs were tangled together, arms firmly wrapped around his waist. You looked peaceful, worryfree.

He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was. The fact that you were wrapped up in him right now was more than he could have ever hoped for.

He looked up at the clock, “Ten minutes before the bell rings. I should probably wake her up.”

He looked back down at you, it felt almost criminal. You looked so tired coming into class early this morning to see him, coat inside out as you hobbled into the classroom. But it had to be done, he would try his best to be gentle.

He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, his hand coming up to smooth out your hair. “My love…” He whispered, running a light hand down your arm.

You started to stir, nuzzling deeper into his chest.

He chuckled, causing you to groan. “Honey, class is going to start soon. We have to wake up.”

You lifted your head up, brows furrowed as you opened your eyes. Once you met his tender stare the grogginess faded away. “Koushi, what time is it?” You rubbed your eyes as you sat up.

“Five minutes before class starts.”

You nodded, standing up and looking around the room.

He followed, smiling as you tried to regain your grip on reality. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Pulling away to look at the soft pout pulling at your lip.

You shook your head, causing him to laugh.

He leaned in again, pressing another kiss to the tip of your nose.

You shook your head again and he playfully groaned.

He leaned in, capturing your lips with his this time.

You smiled into the kiss, happy to finally have what you wanted. The bell pulled you away from each other, now it was your turn to groan.

“Best go take your seat before everyone sees you leaving my office.” He turned you around and guided you out of his office, closing the door behind the both of you. He kissed the back of your head, before walking to the desk at the front of the room.

You turned around one more time, looking over him as he got himself set up for the class period. “How lucky am I?”

Hiroto came into class first, taking a seat next to you.

“So, any luck?”

He took a deep breath before giving you a sad look. “I think I made it worse, because she’s mad at me now too...”

“What, how?” You cried. If Hiroto couldn’t talk to her there really was no hope.

“Well, I did talk to her. But she told me she didn’t want to talk to you. So I kept bothering her about it because she's being ridiculous. But I think I just made her mad because she eventually just walked away from me.”

As if on cue in walked Yua, pushing her way through a group of students. She took her seat without giving either of you a glance.

You and Hiroto looked at each other before sinking into your desks. “This absolutely sucks.”

Soon enough class was over and all the students started to pack up for the day. You started your cleaning with Hiroto once the last few left. Yua had been your third member for your cleaning group but she had packed up and left along with everyone else.

You finished in no time, the cleaning had been easy for today. A large part of the packing up had been done at lunch, leaving the two of you with sweeping and trash.

Your phone buzzed on your desk as Hiroto was gathering the trash bags. You slid it open and clicked on the new message.

“Bring the supplies to the storage closet.”

You looked at the message, rereading it. What else would you do with them?

“Did your boyfriend text you?” Hiroto laughed as he walked over to you.

“Um, yeah. Do you want to take the trash out and I'll carry all this to the closet?”

He looked at you weird before nodding. “Sure, I guess the trash cans are closer to the soccer field. Good luck with Yua, text me what happens!” He waved goodbye, disappearing out the classroom door.

You waited a moment before gathering the cleaning supplies and carrying them to the storage closet. You pushed it open, walking inside to see Sugawara sitting on a stack of boxes.

You kicked the door closed behind you, hands full. “You could have just told me to meet you in here.”

He shrugged and smiled, standing up to help you put away the items. “Where's the fun in that?”

You rolled your eyes at him, setting the last of the items on the storage shelf. You turned around, watching him put up the brooms. “So why are we meeting in his storage closet? Already tired of hiding in your office?”

“No, I just wanted to see you before practice and I figured this would be as good a place as any.” He turned around, leaning up against the door.

You looked at each other for a moment, giving one another soft smiles.

“Ok, well I got what I needed. I’ll let you go to practice.” He turned to leave, waving as he grabbed the door handle.

You laughed, walking over. “You don’t need anything else before I leave?”

He paused, pretending to think on the matter. “I guess there is one more thing.” Leaning down he gave your lips a sweet peck. His hand squeezing your before he opened the door for the two of you to leave.

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“Ok, I can do this. I’m just going to talk to her in the locker room before practice. She can’t ignore me all practice, it's just not going to be possible.” You pushed open the locker room doors, looking over your changing team members.

“Hey is Yua still in here?” You turned your head to Yumi as you approached your locker.

“No, she's already out in the gym I think. She got dressed really fast and dipped.”

“So much for that idea. Figures she would avoid me here too.” Once you finished dressing for practice you walked out with Semi to the gym.

“Stuff still weird with Yua?” She questioned, you gave her a small nod. “We're starting with a run, everyone head to the field! Don’t worry, i’m sure everything will be fine.” She directed everyone to the gym door before giving you a hard smack on the back.

You waited for Yua at the door, walking out behind her. “Can we please talk?” You pleaded, jogging to keep up with her.

“No.” She spat, looking ahead as she lined up with the team.

“Ok, same route as usual. Up the hill to the park, around the gazebo and back down. Take your time with it. It’s not a race, just a warm up!” Semi shouted down the line of students, watching you squish in between a first year and Yua.

“Come on. You can’t just keep saying no.”

“I can, so no.”

Semi blew the whistle for the run to start and Yua took off. You sprinted behind her, trying to catch up as she ran ahead of the group.

“Hey, not a race!” Yumi yelled after you.

“It’s fine, let them go figure it out.” Semi patted her back, matching her pace.

“Please just let me explain Yua” You panted, right on her heels.

“No, you had your chance yesterday and you didn’t. I don’t care what you have to say.” Yua rounded the gazebo, starting back for the school.

You pushed yourself, trying to catch up to her. “Maybe if I can get her to stop for just a second I can get her to just listen to me.”

You reached out your hand, trying to grab the back of her shirt. But she was just out of reach as she pulled ahead of you. “Yua god damnit, can you just stop for a second?” You called out, lungs burning.

She said nothing as the hill to the school came into view.

“Fuck it…” You sped up, throwing yourself at her. Your momentum was just enough to throw the both of you off balance as you wrapped your arms around her. The both of you toppled over, rolling down the hill.

“My god, what was she trying to do?” Yumi questioned as she watched your limp bodies laying at the bottom of the hill.

“What a fucking moron!” Semi howled as you rolled over, trying to catch your breath.

You tried to stand up, your body dizzy as you fumbled onto your feet.

Yua grabbed onto your shirt tail, pulling you over again.

You fell back to the ground, head spinning.

“Well you have my attention, what do you want F/N-chan?”

You rolled over again meeting Yua’s grumpy stare. “I’ve been talking to an older guy. I didn’t want to tell anyone because it's new and not exactly the most legal boyfriend I could have chosen. He’s 23, and we didn’t really meet in the most common of circumstances.”

She looked at you dumbstruck. “I’m going to fucking kill you!” She lunged at you, pinning you to the ground. “I thought you were in a gang! You hid a fucking boy from me?” She gave you a hard slap to the forehead. “I was ready to call your mom, I figured you had joined the school’s Yakuza!”

You tried to push her off of you, but that only resulted in her smacking you again. “Yua the school doesn’t even have Yakuza members…”

“Doesn’t matter, I was worried about you asshole!”

“Should we go stop them Semi-chan?” Yumi winced as she watched Yua swat at you.

“No, I think it’s pretty funny.” Semi sat down at the top of the hill, laughing as you tried to wrestle Yua off you.

“I’ll buy you fried chicken if you get off me Yua-chan!” You struggled to speak, her body crushing your chest.

She perked up at the mention of food, rolling off of you to get up. She offered you a hand and you gratefully took it.

“If it was that easy maybe I should have offered you food to begin with.” You grumbled, brushing the grass off your practice uniform.

“You should have just been honest with me from the beginning.” She frowned as she tried to straighten her appearance.

“I’m sorry Yua-chan. I just didn’t want to mess anything up with his guy, I was going to tell you eventually.”

She chuckled at your lousy apology, “Well I know now, so it doesn’t matter.”

“So all's forgiven?” You bit your lip, waiting for an answer.

Yua wrapped an arm around your neck, pulling you in as she ruffled your hair. “Only if you buy me AND Hiroto fried chicken.”

You agreed, happy to have your friend back.

Semi stood up and clapped her hands together. “Ok team, our daily melodrama is finished. Time to practice!”

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“Gym looks clean, go ahead and pack up for the night! Have a good weekend girls!” Coach Irihata smiled, waving goodbye as you followed your team to the locker rooms.

“Hey Yua, walk home with me tonight?”

Her face lit up at the mention of finally spending some time together with you. “Only if you buy me a snack on the way…” She puffed up her cheeks making you laugh.

“I can do that.” You finished getting dressed, waving goodbye to your friends as you left with Yua.

“So are you going to tell me about your new boyfriend or…?” She grilled you as soon as you got to the courtyard. “How did you meet him? Does he have a job? What's his name? How tall is he? What does he look like?”

You waved your hands at her trying to get her to stop the onslaught of questions. “I can’t tell her any of that, if I do she’s surely going to figure out it's Koushi.” “Jesus Yua calm down. I met him through a friend. He’s still going to college, no job yet.”

She waited for you to answer her other questions, staring at you as you reached the train station, “AND?!”

“And what Yua. He has hair, eyes, and legs.” You flinched as she grabbed your coat.

“That's all you're going to give me? You haven’t had a boyfriend the entire time i've known you and now that you have one you won’t even tell me what he looks like?...Wait a minute, have you actually met this guy?”She cocked her eyebrow, sitting down as the train started to move.

“Well that's one way to fix that problem.” “No, I haven’t seen him yet.”

Her eyes went wide. “What do you mean you haven’t seen your boyfriend yet? F/N-chan, what if he’s really 80. What if he’s a creep?” She was frantically counting out the possibilities, each finger getting worse.

You reached out, placing a hand over hers. “Yua, don’t worry. He’s not a creep, he just lives in Tokyo. It’s hard to find time to meet each other, that's all.”

“Ok, so let's go visit him this weekend! I’ll buy us the train tickets!” Yua exclaimed, her grip on your hand tightening.

This was definitely not the outcome you wanted from the conversation.

“Yua, I have a concert with Systematic tomorrow. I can’t just…” You were trying to reason with her.

“Cool, so Sunday then! I’ll get the tickets and you call him tonight ok! Just text me when you get home that everything is good to go.” You both exited the train, watching as she made her way towards her next station stop.

“Yua-chan what happened to going home together?” You yelled after her.

“Bye F/N-chan! I’m so excited, we're gonna meet him together!” She waved goodbye, disappearing around the corner.

“I really hope Koushi can think of a way out of this one…”

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dorkzilla-exe · 4 years ago

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Zim, Dib, and Seven Smeets

A ZaDr series: Ep 1, Hatching Day

Dib: Zim, will you come down.

Zim: *sitting on top of the fridge* DO NOT DISTURB ME WHILE I'M IN MY PANIC SPOT!

Dib: Im just-

Zim: *crying* DIBBERSON, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, I'LL BE DOWN IN A MINUTE!

Dib: you said that an hour ago, I've got everything set up for the celebration, so at least be down before 3, ok?

Zim: wait, you did the decorating? You did EVERYTHING?! ON YOUR OWN?!

Dib: *smiles sinisterly* yes, yes I did, all on my own, probably made some mistakes in color arrangement-

Zim: LET ME SEE! YOU BETTER NOT HAVE MESSED ANYTHING UP!! *jumps down from the fridge and scurries into the living room*

Dib: works every time...

Zim: Dib, you didn't actually mess any of the decorations!?

Dib: I studied hard when you were decorating for Gaz's birthday, so I applied your decoration tactics to this room and... well... ta-daa!

Zim: you really are amazing, Dib. You know that, right?

Dib: I got the hint the day you gave me a ring-pop and asked for my hand in marriage.

Zim: I swear I didn't know it was candy, the person who sold it to me said it was worth 5,000$ and would sell it to me for 4,900...

Dib: I really didn't care about being proposed to with a candy ring, a ring is a ring to me, wether it's candy or not. Although, it is very concerning how someone managed to sell you a ring-pop for that much.

Zim: don't remind me...

Dib: would you believe me when I say I still have it?

Zim: no, I actually wouldn't.

Dib: well I do, I had it dipped in resin so it wouldn't deteriorate.

Zim: wow, how have I not noticed it?

Dib: remember that box I where keep stuff like pendants and pins? That's where the ring is.

Zim: that's sweet.

Dib: wait a minute, I just remembered we've got one more thing to do...

Zim: The Smeet's play-pen! We've gotta decorate that! Get the streamers! I've got some decorating to do!

[About an hour later]

Dib: alright, living room decorated, snacks and cake ready, little gift bags customized for every guest, flowers and other table decorations, and Zim's in the play-pen with the eggs. We are ready for the guests to arrive and it isn't even-

[Knocking from the front door]

Dib: right on cue, must be dad cause he's been early to ever other party. *answers the door* hey- uh...

Tallest Red: hello there, you must be Dib

Tallest Purple: How has Zim been? We haven't heard too much from him since he layed the eggs.

Dib: uhhhh... Hi I'm Dib Membrane, Zim's husband. Zim's been doing wonderfully, aside from the random anxiety attacks and his weekends of depression. Please come in! We have plenty of Irken friendly food and drinks ready, but remember to save some for the other guests. You two apparently aren't the only alien guests on our list.

Tallest Red: Thank you Mr. Membrane, we appreciate your hospitality. *enters with Tallest Purple*

Zim: My Tallest! I didn't expect you to be here until 10 minutes later.

Tallest Purple: see, I told you we were too early!

Tallest Red: EUGH, we could've brought the little ones Paks...

Dib: actually, we already thought of that. My Dad works at Membrane labs and designed him "Membrane Paks". They are designed to make it easier for them to identify us in a crowd, immediately begin healing if injured, ward off any diseases and illnesses, higher pain tolerance, and give them a longer life.

Zim: the only major differences are the Designs and application process. Instead of implanting electonics in abruptly, we will apply them more delicately, carefully and less painfully.

Tallest Red: hmm, I see, it would also be much easier to identify them if they ever decided to work for the Irken Empire.

Zim: i mean, you're not wrong. But I also invited here to ask for permission to retire.

Tallest Purple: retire?

Tallest Red: eumm... sure? Why not?

[1 hour later]

Dib: Dad, Gaz, the tallest, Skoodge, Tak, Tenn, Keef, Z, Zita, Clembrane, Prisinor 777 and his kids.

Dib: that seems to be about everyone, all we're missing are-

Anne: *annoyingly beating on Dib's Door* DIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIBDIB!

Dib: Anne and Flish...

Dib: *opens the door, making Anne fall into the house*

Anne: Crikey, you've grown! You're 'bout as tall as Flishey now!

Flish: howdy, Dib. Sorry we couldn't make it to yer wedding last year.

Dib: it's ok, come on in you two.

Tallest Purple: oh yeah... we banished HER here too...

Tallest Red: I feel like Zim isn't our biggest concern anymore.

Anne: My Tallest! It's been YEARS! how've ya been!

Tallest Purple: good~

Anne: *gasp* OH MY GOSH! The eggs! Aw, they're absolutely precious! Zim, you oughta call yourself lucky! 'Lotta Irkens can't lay eggs y'know.

Zim: eheh, I know. Which is why I didn't fully expect it.

Dib: you should've seen him, he cried his eyes out the whole time and more.

Flish: Heha! sounds like Zim a'right. But don'cha get all concerned and stuff. It's completely normal to cry during egg laying. Er, from what I've heard at least.

Dib: it's official, everyone's here.

Tallest Purple: great!... Now what?

Dib: Um, we talk.

Tallest Purple: sounds boring.

Gaz: I have Videogames.

Tallest Purple: Ooo, sounds intriguing! What do you do?

Professor Membrane: son, may I speak with you for a moment?

Dib: sure.

Professor Membrane: let's go into the other room, ok.

Dib: *nods and walks into the bedroom*

Professor Membrane: something is wrong and I can tell.

Dib: *walks over to the bad, grabs a pillow, and screams in it*

Professor Membrane: I know your stressed, but everything will be just fine. I'm sure you and Zim will be great-

Dib: But what if we arent?! I work weekends at a coffee shop and Zim works at a clothing store in a mall. We can't provide for SEVEN babies! It took a lot of saving to get this party set up! I rarely get any tips and the one tip I got last weekend was from Gaz and it was a penny.

Professor Membrane: Ok, now that's just sad.

Dib: I don't know what to do! It's hard for me to get a different job, a barista was the closest I could do because I apparently make really good lattes. *sob*

Professor Membrane: have you ever considered working with me in the labs? You already know everyone there and know the place well. Plus, I could adjust your schedule so you don't have to come every day and you get paid just for being there.

Dib: you'd do that for me?

Professor Membrane: of course! You really do need the money, I could have you work as a lab assistant, but that's a little dangerous. I could put you in the mailing room? Or-

Dib: what about food service? I can cook, I can make coffee, tea, and plenty of different desserts.

Professor Membrane: that's a wonderful idea! I could make you work down at the cafeteria so your talent isn't wasted on Lattes!

Dib: Consider me hired! Ill be there tomorrow evening-

Professor Membrane: no no, you should stay home for a few days.

Dib: but dad, I-

Professor Membrane: Dibberson, I know you want to help out as soon as you can, but right now, Zim and your children need you here. Besides, it's hard to bond with a child while you're away, right?

Dib: I guess it is.

Anne: *Bursts through the door* Dib! It's about to happen! One of the eggs moved!

Dib: bwha?! Already?! I didn't think it would be this early! *runs to the living room*

Zim: Dib! There you are! Hurry over here, you don't want to miss this!

Dib: *looks over the pen* which one moved?

Zim: This one right here. *puts egg in lap*

Dib: When will they-

Zim: any moment now...

Dib: *puts hand on egg, feeling for any movement*

Zim: Dib, can I admit something before they hatch?

Dib: go ahead.

Zim: I knew about the eggs since the first day they began developing.

Dib: wanna know something? The 4 months before I helped you with the eggs, I was suspicious that you might've been pregnant. I was kinda right.

Zim: yes, yes you were. AH! DIB, IT'S HATCHING!

Dib: *removes hand, watching both the eggs hatch and his family grow before his eyes*

Zim: thank you, Dib

Dib: hm?

Zim: thank you for everything. I'll love you forever and on.

Dib: *pure panic* wait, you dont die after the eggs hatch, do you?

Zim: No, no I don't, but I'll love you longer than you'll ever know. And that's a promise.

From then and on, Zib and Dib lived a happy and eventful life with 7 beautiful Human-Irken Smeets.

The End

Zim: Or is it?

Dib: Not really, but for now, yes.

#invader zim #iz #zadr #zim #dib #dib membrane #gaz #gaz membrane #professor membrane #tallest red #tallest purple #the tallest #clembrane #keef #tak #skoodge #iz ocs #invader zim ocs #smeets

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addictofsupernatural · 5 years ago

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Dating a Freak

Boaz Priestly x reader

Summary: You reminisce over the course of your amazing relationship.

Author Note: I'm so sorry this took long.

Requested by: @forest-rav3n

Word Count: 2445

The time spent with Priestly has been the best time of your life. Every day was amazing. It was filled with filled with laughter and love, and it was an adventure. It made you remember how you fell in love.

You first met when you applied for the job at Beach City Grill, with your novelty movie t-shirt and a bubbly attitude. "She's gotta pass the interview first." Piper said.

"I'm cool with that." You smiled.

"Okay then," Priestly then leaned on the counter. "Elvis. Dead or alive?"

"Easy, alive. Next question."

"You're hired." He said. You chuckled and looked at Trucker, who smiled and shrugged.

You then helped with cooking the meat, as well as baking cookies for the kids meals. Priestly would constantly make jokes to you, and you always laughed. Sometimes when he was doing one of his random debates with Trucker, you'd hype the both of them up, just to get a kick out of Priestly getting more excited and energized over whatever they were talking about.

Regulars loved you. You would always make extra cookies for the two old people who would come in, as well as the kid who came in weekly. He was an adult already, but was autistic. He looked uncomfortable when he first walked in since everybody was staring at him, so you couldn't help but smile at him and give him some cookies. He smiled back at you and would come back every Tuesday during lunch.

Sometimes guys would try to hit on you. You'd ask for their order and they'd try their best to get you to come with them after work. Usually your roll your eyes and say, "Tish, you have a customer."

Sometimes you'd just turn them down flat. Either way you handled them, it always put a smile to Priestly's face. Not that you knew.

But there was one day where Priestly wasn't at work yet, and these guys walked in. One of them tried to get you come home with him, and you told him that you weren't like that. He scoffed. "C'mon, you won't get this opportunity all the time. It's not like I'm asking for your face. You just happen to have a nice body."

You threw his order at him. "Just fucking pay and leave. Learn how to take a damn rejection."

He paid and stormed out with his friends. One of his friends stayed behind and told you, "He's right, y'know." and left.

You don't know why their words hit you so hard, but they did. What if they were right? "You alright angel?"

"Um, yeah, yeah," you said with a smile that you could barely muster up. "I just need some time alone for a bit."

You then sat in the storage room and silently cried. Priestly walked in and announced himself before asking where you were. They told him what happened and he rushed over to the storage room. He saw you on the floor, with your face in your hands. "Y/n." He kneeled down.

"Do you think I'm ugly?" Your voice was quiet, and your face was still buried in your hands.

He took away your hands from your face, and you looked up to see his worried face. "You shouldn't have to worry about artificial crap like that. You're awesome in everyway. Like the way you defend yourself from jackasses, or how you make extra cookies for the special needs kid that most people like to make fun of. What matters is that you're a pretty fucking amazing person."

You wiped your eyes and chuckled. "Thanks Priestly. You're always so good to me." You gave him a hug, which made him tense up for a up before relaxing and hugging you back.

"And to answer your question, no. I don't think you're ugly at all. You're actually think you're pretty hot." You giggled.

You then began to develop feelings for Priestly. Though you kept it to yourself, everybody else found out about it. Tish teased you about it and made comments on how it was a mystery that anyone could crush on someone as weird as him. Piper, Trucker, and Jen told you that you'd be good together and to go for it. Jen would make the occasional joke about Priestly. Zoe told you that she could sense the same feelings in Priestly as well. Though you were grateful for the support, you weren't confident in what he thought about you enough to do anything about your feelings.

Then there was the whole tampon run. You figured that he would need help and came with him. You kept making jokes when he was panicking on what to get. After you helped him pick one out, you went to grab different items while he stood in line.

You heard people making fun of him, and him retaliating with a speech about having a girlfriend and getting laid. You figured that it'd be the right thing to help him out, and although it was embarrassing for you, it was for Priestly.

You took out the hair tie in your hair, letting your hair fall down your shoulders. You tied your shirt up from the back into a crop top with the hair tie. You walked up to Priestly and gave him a long kiss on the lips. "Hey babe. Got everything?"

He looked at you with a shocked expression, but quickly recovered to get into character with you. "Yeah. I got your tampons for you."

"Aww, thanks babe. But you know I'm not on it anymore this month, right?" You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his neck.

"Hell yeah I do. Let's go home." He slapped a 20 on the counter.

"Whatever you say." You grabbed the bag of items and Priestly put and arm around your shoulder.

"Keep the change. Peace." He said before giving them the peace sign that turned into flipping them off. Once you got out of the store the both of you started laughing together. "Well now, we got ourselves an actress."

"It isn't really hard to act that way with you." You said absentmindedly, instantly regretting it. His facial expression changed a bit, and you looked down in embarrassment. Of course he'd feel weird about that. How could he even like you like that? "Um, anyways, we should head back to the grill."

As you and Priestly cleaned up that night, he tapped your shoulder gently from behind. You turned around looked up to the tall nervous looking man standing in front of you. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to ask you something important. Just, y'know, don't laugh or anything." You smiled and nodded for him to continue. "Would you, like to, accompany me on a date tonight?" He asked slowly.

"A date?" You asked. He nodded, and your lips went into a wide grin. Holy crap, Zoe was actually a witch, and you loved her for it. "I'd love to."

"Really?" He asked, smiling.

You giggled and nodded, wrapping your arms around him. "Can you give me a ride home so I can get ready?"

He put his hands on his hips and shook his head. "So lazy." He then walked outside and held the door open for you. Once you got to your house, he put his hand over you before you could leave the car. "Wear something nice."

"Like what, my cleanest hoodie?" You teased.

"As much as I'd love to see the hoodie I got you for your birthday, nah. I mean dressing like you're going to a fancy place." You nodded and kissed his cheek, walking up to your apartment number.

You put on a white long sleeved shirt and a flowy peach mini skirt. You'd never really had a reason to put this on before, but wearing it made you feel nervous on what Priestly would think of the outfit. What would he be wearing? Maybe his quilt, and the two of you would both have shirts on. Maybe he did his hair in a different style. All you knew was that you couldn't wait for him to come.

About an hour later you heard a knock at the door and excitedly ran to it. You answered it, and wasn't ready for what you saw. All of Priestly's piercings were out, and the hair color was washed off. He was wearing a nice black blazer with a light blue button up. He looked shy. "Holy shit." You laughed out.

"Would you care to accompany me on this date Miss y/l/n?" He offered his arm.

You hooked your arm into his. "Of course." He smiled and looked down. "You look very nice, by the way."

"You look gorgeous." He opened the car door for you. You smiled at him and gave his cheek a kiss before going in the car.

"You cleaned the car." You looked around.

He shrugged and smiled. "I cleaned the car."

He took you to a nice restaurant, where the two of you talked about anything and everything. Though Priestly tried to remain a civilized gentleman, his true unfiltered jokester self was shining through, and you thought it was the cutest thing ever. Afterwards the you two walked together along the beach, where he put his blazer over your shoulders and listened to you ramble on.

He then took you home and kissed your cheek. "Aren't you just adorable tonight?" You teased.

"Well, do you like me better like this?" He had a nervous smile.

You chuckled and shook your head. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Just because you dressed differently doesn't make you a different person. You're still my Priestly that always puts a smile on my face."

"Your Priestly?" His face was now covered with a wide grin.

"Well, as long as I can be your y/n." He went in for a passionate kiss. Once you pulled back for breath, you asked. "Do you wanna come in?" His facial expression changed to nervous again. "Not for that reason, dumbass. I just don't want this date to be over. I made brownies the other day." He smiled and came in.

You woke up leaning on Priestly as a pillow with the TV still on. You checked the time and saw that your shifts start in ten minutes. In a panic, you shook Priestly awake and told him about the time, hurriedly brushing your teeth and putting on your shoes. "You don't have to worry. I'm always late." He said groggily from the couch.

"Okay, just cause you're cute when your sleepy, doesn't mean we don't still gotta go to work." You said.

"Wait, I have to put on my hair color and get ready."

"Then let's go to your place real quick." You handed him his shoes and pushed him out of the apartment.

As you were driving to his house, he said, "You fell asleep on me." You turned to see his adorable smile.

"You wouldn't let me leave your arms." You smiled back.

"And you're still wearing your clothes from last night."

You looked down, still in the skirt and shirt. "Crap. Can I borrow a shirt?"

"That'd be pretty hot." You both later came in together. Priestly was wearing one of his regular outfits, and you were wearing his Tip me or DIE shirt tucked in under your skirt and a flannel. "We're here!"

Everybody stared at you while you walked behind the counter. "It's not what it looks like." You said before you went into the storage room, with the other three girls excitedly running after you.

After that you two were unbreakable. He would always make sure you were feeling loved, from a simple squeeze on your arm to a passionate kiss. And most of all, he just couldn't help but praise you.

He would try his best to make romantic dates and be a gentleman, but sometimes it was too easy to provoke his playful side. At times he would take you on regular dates, like the movies or a carnival. You would take him on dates as well, from picnics to watching one of his favorite rock bands.

You were the first one to say that you love him. You knew that he was shy when it came to his feelings, so you were okay with saying it first.

It came naturally. The two of you had waited for a while to have sex. It had to be perfect, and he didn't want you to think of your first time with him as a cheap hook up. He wanted it to mean something.

That's why when he took you to a fancy restaurant, and had a walk in the park with Priestly and you acting like children and hopping on the big stones by the walkway. He then took you back to his apartment, where the two of made love.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt him kiss the top of your head before getting off the bed. He told you that he would make you some eggs, and you rolled onto your stomach. You smiled. That's when you said it. "I love you."

He stopped in his tracks, and ran over to the bed, kneeling down. "What?!"

"I love you." You bit your lip to hold in your laugh. You knew he felt the same way, and watching his innocent looking face was almost too adorable. "Do you have something to tell me?" You joked.

He gave you the biggest smile before excitingly jumping onto the bed and smothering you with kisses. "I love you too!" He laughed out between kisses.

After a few months of bliss, Priestly had a plan. He had a plan to watch your favorite movies, to cook you dinner, and to have you feel special. He had a plan, which was in a little black box on his top drawer at home. He had a plan to ask you a question, so you two could go on amazing dates forever.

#boaz prieslty x reader #boaz priestly #ten inch hero #boaz priestly fanfiction #ten inch hero fanfiction

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my-funky-little-cowboy · 5 years ago

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Fight Nights

Chapter 1 - Golden Ticket

Themes: Modern AU, MMA AU, Found Family Characters: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Hosea Matthews Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence (Fighting), Drug use, Gore Relationships: N/A yet, John and Arthur are roommates Words: 5,626 [ko-fi] || [ao3]

The door closed gently behind him, he tossed his backpack onto the floor and hung his coat on the rack. Kicking out of his boots he tucked the butcher paper packages under his arm reaching down to shoo the ferret out of his shoe.

“C’mon Noodle, not there.” The ferret dooked and jumped back, scurrying behind John’s leg before jumping back out and chasing Arthur into the kitchen. .

John stretched and turned from the computer, leaning back in the chair, turning toward the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?”

“Yeah, hi to you too.” Arthur opened the fridge tossing one of the packages into the fridge, stooping down to pick up the ferret clawing up his pant leg. He draped Noodle over his shoulder and opened the cabinet pulling down a couple shakers and cans. He unwrapped the second package and grabbed for the nearest shaker.

John rolled his eyes and turned back to the computer, typing out a few quick messages before pushing away from the monitor and joining Arthur in the kitchen. He crowded the space, trying to see past Arthur to the counter.

“Burgers?” He fished a pop from the fridge.

“That alright?” Arthur reached over and stopped the fridge from closing, pulling some garlic and worcestershire from the door. “If it isn’t you can make your own meal.”

John scoffed. “It’s fine, just curious. Damn.” Arthur ignored him, working his hands through the ground beef. ”The game starts in twenty, wanna watch?”

“Who they playin’?” Arthur asked and glanced over his shoulder.

“Coyotes.”

“If they don’t win I’m gonna have to find another team.” Arthur deadpanned, he shook his head and huffed out a laugh.

“You’ve stuck with them through worse. And they are in the running for the cup!” John countered and flipped the TV on, flopping onto the couch.

Noodle, realizing he wasn’t getting any of the meat, got antsy on Arthur’s shoulder and began to slide his way down Arthur’s arm.

“Noodle. Hey. Hold on, just wait a second.” Arthur scolded.

John glanced over, jumping up just in time to catch the ferret as it made it’s leap toward the counter. “You’ve got a death wish, don’t ya.” John shook him and walked back to the couch, tossing him onto the couch.

Noodle bounced off toward the far corner of the couch, flopping onto his side. John slid back onto the couch and Noodle attacked, popping up and pouncing onto his chest, dooking softly. John poked playfully at the ferret as he picked the remote back up, trying to distract him while he changed the channel. Failing miserably as Noodle took to trying to steal the remote, the chewed and worn buttons a testament to how often he took this particular prize

The small apartment filled with the smells of food and warmth. Arthur cracked the door on the oven checking the vegetables before pulling the door open and tossing a couple rolls onto the wire rack, the burgers sizzling on the griddle.

“Hawks won the coin toss.” John called from the sofa and Arthur glanced up at the screen. The bright banners of the United Center flashed on the screen.

“Food’ll be ready in five.” He flipped the burgers, and started on the dishes, quickly rinsing the prep dishes and putting them up to dry. John grunted as Noodle latched onto his finger. He barked and jumped off the couch, scampering into the kitchen and over Arthur’s foot. He flopped over and bit playfully at his sock. With his foot, Arthur slid Noodle across the floor and out of the kitchen. Arthur padded over to the couch and handed John a plate, motioning for him to move over. The horn sounded from the TV as the puck dropped. John shouted at the screen as the Hawks lost possession.

The night continued, the boys arguing with the screen over the refs calls, the Hawks eking out a victory in overtime. John pushed off the couch as the post game started and Arthur reached for the remote, pulling it away from Noodle. He flipped mindlessly through the channels, distracting Noodle with a small piece of meat from his plate.

“You done?” John pointed to the plate being licked by Noodle.

“Nah, it looks like I am still picking.”

John picked up the plate and brought it to the sink, cleaning them and placing them on the dry rack. His phone buzzed and he pulled it from his pocket, typing out a quick reply and grabbing a jacket and his bag, waving a quick goodbye at Arthur.

Arthur kicked his feet up onto the couch, the theme song to Cheers quickly cutting off as he flipped the channel again. He finally settled on a rerun of Dirty Jobs, Noodle jumped up onto his chest, flopping over and nosing his way into Arthur’s shirt pocket. Arthur playfully grabbed at the ferret’s face, the tiny teeth lightly sunk into the side of his hand before the ferret darted to the other side of the couch and began pulling at Arthur’s socks. Noodle continued to jump around and play for a bit before settling down again on Arthur’s chest.

Arthur blinked the sleep from his eyes, the tv playing a string of infomercials. He reached for the remote and clicked off the TV and tossed the remote onto the back of the couch. He yawned and cracked his neck, Noodle snored lightly on his chest. Arthur scooped the ferret into the crook of his arm and sat up, shuffled into the kitchen and turned off the lights. He stretched and placed the ferret onto his pillow, heading into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

He flipped off the light and slid into the lower bunk. Setting his alarm Arthur plugged in his phone and closed his eyes, feeling Noodle move to his normal resting place curled against his shoulder.

The door opened quietly a few hours later and John slid back into the apartment, closing it behind him and disappearing into the bathroom. The light clicked off as he opened the door jumping onto the top bunk, the silence settling into the small apartment.

Arthur’s alarm went off, 6:30, the sun just starting to brighten the apartment. He pulled the covers back up in an attempt to make the bed, grabbing Noodle and putting him up onto John’s bunk. He finished getting ready for work, making himself a quick breakfast before heading off to work.

The L was packed, the cold wet morning keeping people from walking, Arthur being one of them. The train was slower and he hated the cramped feeling. He hated the stares he got. Arthur knew he was a big guy, but here he couldn’t get away. He fished through his bag and pulled out his Zune and headphones. Quickly getting himself lost in the music.

-- ♦ --

Simon Pearson flipped the lights on in his small butcher shop. Cinching his apron tightly around his waist, he disappeared into the cooler, returning with a couple chickens and began prepping them to render. The delivery door swung open and he glanced over his shoulder.

“Mornin’ Arthur.” Pearson called. Arthur pushed through the door and disappeared into the small kitchen. Tossing his backpack onto the table and hanging his coat on the hooks behind the door, picking up his own apron and tying it around his waist. He rolled his sleeves up and joined Pearson near the freezer.

“Mornin’.”

“Gonna be a busy day, grab that side of beef.” Arthur nodded.

They worked in comfortable silence until they opened for the morning. Pearson had Arthur work the front-of-house most days, he had been unsure if this kid was gonna be a good fit when he hired him a few years back, barely old enough to hold a job. But Arthur had surprised him, a quick learner and a hard worker, and surprisingly good with customers.

“I need another half rack of ribs.” Arthur called back to Pearson.

“Heard.” Pearson called back, moving to the cooler, he pulled out a rack of ribs quickly cutting it down and wrapping it in some butcher paper. He pushed through the door to the front-of-house and handed Arthur the package.

“How are you today, ladies?” Pearson smiled as Arthur turned back to hand the ribs to the older gentleman near the door. He took care of the women as Arthur cashed out the gentleman and the shop cleared out.

The day came to a close and Arthur cleaned up and took the final inventory of the case for the day. Pulling a few of the steaks from the case and a handful of brats. He packaged them up and put them into the back of the case.

“Got the final numbers for today, I’m also taking a couple of the porterhouses and some brats for the weekend, I put those under my list.” Arthur handed him the clipboard. “Need help cleaning up back here? I’m all done up front.” Pearson waved him off, wiping down the table.

“Get out of here, I’ll be fine. Have a good night, I’ll see you in the morning.” Arthur thanked him and grabbed his things, heading out the door.

-- ♦ --

John rolled out of his bed and padded into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Fixing himself some food he found his way to the couch. Flipping through the channels he stopped on a Scooby Doo marathon.

His phone buzzed on the kitchen counter and he glanced over toward the clock. He pushed himself up from the couch and dropped his bowl into the sink, reaching for his phone.

Hey. You holding?

Yeah. Whatcha need?

1/2 oz

Cool. Meet me at Jefferson Park. 3pm.

John threw the phone back on the counter and went into the bathroom, the ferret stretching deeply on his pillow as he passed. He showered and shaved, catching himself in the mirror, he sighed. He rubbed the towel through his hair before tossing it over the door. He got dressed and picked Noodle up off his bed, draping him around his neck and grabbing him some food for him from the kitchen. Noodle bounced excitedly on his shoulder, climbing his way down John’s arm as they moved through the apartment. He set the food down and unloaded Noodle into the cat tree to eat.

He rummaged under the bed, pulling out a box and putting it up on the desk, pushing his keyboard out of the way he sat down at the desk. He weighed and portioned out his remaining product, setting aside the ½ oz requested.

He didn’t normally deal with larger portions than dimes, preferring not to have too much on him at any time. He knew how much Arthur hated that he still sold, but he couldn’t complain about the extra money.

“You aren’t a kid anymore, they catch you, it’s an actual felony.”

“It’s just a lil’ weed, and it’s not like I’m some big time dealer.” John said. Arthur scowled and threw up his hands. “You ain’t complaining about the extra cash!” He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Most of his clients being local kids or skids who couldn’t afford more than a little here and there. He tucked the extra bags back into the box, turning off the scale and tossing it in with the bags and snapping the lid closed. He slid the box back under the bed with his foot.

-- ♦ --

He had just kind of fell into this when they moved here. His dad found work at a local railyard, looking to make a fresh start after his mom died. A couple kids had found him smoking behind the gym and asked him if they could buy, and who couldn’t use the extra cash?

He had taken them up on it, hoping to make some friends in the process. Except the other dealer in school had taken offense to and sent a couple of people to convince him to stop. It’s how he had met Arthur, he had stepped in. He had a strange reputation around the school, and not many people wanted to mess with him.

“Thanks, but I would have been fine.” John picked up his bag.

“Didn’t look like it.” Arthur held out his hand. “I’m Arthur, and you’re bleeding.”

John wiped his sleeve across his face. “John.” He shook Arthur’s hand.

“I’ve seen you around, you live near Gage Park?”

John nodded, feeling extremely small next to him. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder. “Y-yeah. We just moved here. Dad got a job at the railyard.”

“Me too, we can walk together.” Arthur patted John on the shoulder and started down the road.

-- ♦ --

John picked up his other phone, dropping it into his jacket pocket before grabbing the bags off the desk and heading for the door.

The sun had finally come out at around one, pushing the temperature into the high teens. John hated winter, the cold and the snow. He wrapped his jacket more tightly around himself picking up the pace as he made his way toward the park. His phone went off, another text. He fumbled for the personal phone in his pocket, pulling it out.

Got off early. Gonna play some ball, wanna join?

I’m already at the park.

Jefferson?

Yeah

Cool, See you in 45

John pocketed the phone as he rounded the corner and through the fence into the park. He wandered over toward the swings checking his phone for the time. He sat down in the seat, pushing his sneakers into the sand. He found a few kids looking to buy, selling a couple of dimes before his actual client showed up, he pocketed the cash and started toward the basketball courts.

He tossed his bag underneath the hoop, the impact causing the fresh snow to billow out.The light dusting on the court flurried in the wind dancing across the blacktop. It’d been a while since they had played, Arthur had been so busy lately. He kicked at the snow drifts along the courtside.

“You’re gonna play in that?” John turned to see Arthur walking toward him.

“Not like I had planned to play, I was already out when you texted.”

Arthur laughed. “Coulda brought you a change of clothes, ya know.” He tossed the basketball at John.

John caught the ball and began to dribble it lazily.

“S’fine. It’s one-on-one, a friendly game.” He tossed the ball back to Arthur. “Don’t know how you aren’t freezing your ass off right now though.” Arthur looked down at himself, his shorts and sweatshirt not seeming that out of place for a game, but he knew John hated the cold.

“Me? You’re gonna tear those jeans, how do you even get those on?” John scowled and Arthur smirked, giving him a quick shove. “C’mon, let’s play.”

The sun was starting to set when they finished. John was exhausted, he was gonna have to admit he was out of shape, he exhaled heavily and looked over at Arthur. Steam rose off him as he breathed heavily, the ball tucked under his arm. John had managed to pull out a win, scoring the last shot before Arthur called the game, stating that it was getting late and he was getting hungry.

“That was a good game Johnny. That three-pointer was impressive as hell! I take it back, maybe I should get me some of those painted on jeans.” He clapped a hand to John’s shoulder. “Let’s go, I’m starving.”

They walked together, bullshitting down the street, the same road home John always took. They stopped at the corner to wait for the light when an older man shouted at them.

“Hey. Hey! You’re that kid!” The boys turned around, glaring at the man who jogged across the street to meet them. Arthur’s body language stiffened next to John and his expression went stony. “You never called me.”

“Yeah.” Arthur snarled. “You were a weird adult.” The gentleman ignored him, his attitude just as chipper.

“You still wrestling?” He looked him over and Arthur shifted under his gaze.

“No.” John could feel the ice in his voice, colder than the evening winter air. He stepped between them, worried that Arhur was going to hit the man.

“Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck is this?” He turned back to Arthur, his eyes locked on the man. Arthur towered over the man, and for the first time John saw what had made Arthur intimidating to others all those years ago. The gentleman glanced over at John, his eyes drifting back to Arthur.

“You’re bigger.” Arthur straightened up to his full height, his patience at an end. He felt the anger bubble in him as this man sized him up, clearly unfazed by Arthur’s intimidation. “My offer still stands, if you’re still looking to fight.” The message was received and Arthur bristled more.

He was goading Arthur. Pushing him, to see if he still was as quick to anger.

“This is my gym.” He thumbed behind him and Arthur’s eyes followed the gesture glancing at the name Bessie’s Bane before returning to his face.

“Sure.” Arthur turned away from the man, stalking past him and down the street, leaving John and the man alone. John glanced after Arthur, before turning back to the stranger and glowering. He took off after Arthur, leaving the man standing alone in the street, a smug smile on his face. John caught up to Arthur two blocks down, grabbing him by the shoulder.

“Hey, slow down. What the fuck was that? Who is that?” John spun Arthur around.

“Nothing. Just some guy from high school.” Arthur grumbled, the heat still radiating off him.

“You gotta take him up on his offer, dude!”

Arthur barked out a laugh, his expression painted with surprise. “WHAT? Fuckin’ why?” He cocked a brow at John.

“Bro. This is EXACTLY how the Karate Kid started!”

Arthur crossed his arms over his chest and rolled back onto his heels. “Are you fucking serious?”

“ARE YOU NOT? Some mysterious stranger asks you to train at his gym and you say no?”

Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “John…”

“Arthur, come on. What have you got to lose? He’s creepy and you kick his ass.” John’s eyes were pleading.

“Yeah...sure.” Arthur dismissed, turning to head back toward the house. John shivered in the cold night air as Arthur left, jogging after him.

Arthur flipped on the lights in the apartment and dropped the ball onto the floor, trapping it with his foot. John followed him in, dropping his bag into the computer chair and grabbing his blanket off the bed before slinking over to the couch.

“That’s gross.” Arthur scolded. “At least go take a shower if you’re cold.”

John ignored him, burritoing himself on the couch and reaching for the remote. Noodle growled from the floor, climbing his way up the side of the sofa before burrowing his way into the pile of blankets that was John.

Arthur opened the fridge, pulled out a number of ingredients and then moved to the cupboard to pull down the worn recipe book and the lasagna noodles. He flipped through the book stopping on a well worn page. He soaked the noodles and prepped the sauce, layering the lasagna and tossing it into the oven.

“Lasagna’s in the oven. I’m gonna take a shower. Keep an eye on it.” Arthur closed the bathroom door. John grunted that he heard him, nuzzling deeper into the blankets.

Arthur turned off the shower and pulled back the curtain, stepping out of the tub. He wiped the condensation from the mirror, his eyes wandering over his reflection.

You’re bigger.

The words echoed in his head and he inhaled deeply. He had filled out in the last couple years and grown a few more inches. He had kept his strength up working in the butcher shop, but he had softened overall. Arthur ran his hand through his hair, shaking the excess water from it. He picked up the electric razor, trimmed down his beard and inspected the cut in the mirror before flicking off the light and going to get dressed.

The smell of the lasagna filled the apartment as he threw on some lounge pants and returned to the kitchen, pulling open the oven door and removing the bubbling pasta. Arthur dished out the lasagna and brought it to the couch, motioning for John to take it.

Wiggling out of the blanket he took the plate, it felt heavy in his hands. He was going to be sore tomorrow, he could feel it. John dug into the plate, only now realizing how hungry he was. He glanced over to see Arthur finish his off, getting up to get himself seconds.

The pasta warmed his insides, and John finally started to feel normal. His eyes grew heavy as he watched the TV. Noodle snored lightly on his chest. He drifted off to sleep, unable to keep his eyes open.

Arthur’s alarm went off and he groaned, stretching out his sore muscles. He stood and started to get ready for work. Noodle stretched out on his pillow before slithering beneath the pillow to keep warm. He grabbed his bag from the floor and packed some clothes into it, grabbing Noodle from under the pillow, hushing him and taking him over to the couch where John was cocooned in a giant blanket. He placed Noodle on the blanket and watched as the ferret burrowed his way into the warmth of the blankets.

“So. You gonna check out that gym?” John asked, his eyes still closed. Arthur turned and walked out the door.

The rest of the day passed slowly, Arthur’s mind preoccupied with what John had said. Was it insane that he was going through with it? This whole idea that this was a once-in-a-lifetime thing? He was mad at himself for getting excited for the possibility. The man was a creep, right? Who was he? Some recruiter? Why was he there that night?

“Arthur -- Arthur. Kid. You with us?” Pearson reached out, putting his hand on Arthur’s shoulder. Arthur tensed under his hand.

“Yeah. Sorry, I’m here. What’s up?” He put down the broom.

“Could you come help me pull this carcass for dressing?” Pearson started toward the back with Arthur in tow. “What’s got you so lost in your own head?”

“Had a weird encounter last night.”

“Someone was able to creep you out?” Pearson turned around, an incredulous look painted on his face.

“Let me ask you something.” Arthur’s brow furrowed. “Some guy tells you he wants you to come fight for him, would you? This guy, who you’ve only ever met once before, back when you were a minor. That’s weird, right? Weirder that he remembers you like 4 years later, and confronts you about it on the street?” He paused then muttered. “Weirder still that I am thinkin’ of takin’ him up on his offer...”

Pearson laughed. An over-the-top sound that startled Arthur and he scowled.

“Listen, even if this guy is a freak. Look at you, you can take him. What’s the worst that happens if you go? They tell you that you can’t leave? Then make them let you. You pass this up? You’ll never know if this was your golden ticket.” Pearson waved him back to work. “I’ll be honest though, I’d be lyin’ if it wouldn’t suck if it was true and you left me. I like you kid. You’re a hard worker. So even if it does come up for shit, you always got a job here.”

“T-thanks.” Arthur rubbed the back of his neck, a smile creeping across his face. He pulled down the pig and hauled it over his shoulder, his legs screaming from the game last night. He dropped it onto the table for Pearson and went back to the front, his head a little clearer.

The remaining hours passed with him feeling a bit better about his choice. He stretched as he put his apron back onto the hook behind the door, grabbing his bag from the chair in the corner. He waved a goodbye to Pearson and made his way toward the gym.

-- ♦ --

Arthur stood outside, looking up at the faded sign that hung over the entryway. He readjusted the bag over his shoulder. The panic rising in his chest that he was making a terrible mistake, he paced on the sidewalk, Thinking back to what John had said. If this really was once-in-a-lifetime what would happen if he wasn’t good enough?

“Oi!” A voice called out and Arthur stopped. “You can’t loiter, it’s private property. Get in or get lost, tiny.” The man in the door crossed his arms. Arthur glowered and turned toward the door. The man threw up his hands in frustration. “I mean it.”

Arthur moved toward the door, his eyes throwing daggers at the doorman. He shoved past the man as he held the door open for him.

“Take your time, buddy.” He sneered as Arthur passed and it took every ounce of his control to not slam the man into the door. He pushed into the lobby and the man let the door close behind them.

A hand on his shoulder made Arthur turn, the gap-tooth grin of the man made Arthur recoil. The strange man chuckled.

“Yer a big sonovabitch!” He stepped back, taking Arthur in. “Sean.” He held out a hand. “This is Bessie’s Bane.” Arthur took his hand nervously.

“Arthur. Ya’ll got lockers?” Arthur pulled his hand back, and Sean nodded toward the back of the gym.

Arthur wandered through the gym toward the locker room, checking out the offerings. He ducked into the locker room and changed. He walked over and checked out the ring, two fighters were sparring loosely. A familiar voice called out from behind him.

“Curiosity got the better of you.” The older man stepped beside him.

“You could say that.”

“And? First impressions?” The man crossed his arms over his chest.

“That kid is a douche.” Arthur said, motioning to Sean.

“He is. So, want a tour?” The man turned and started back toward the free weights.

“Why me?” Arthur paused. “And who are you? He started after him. The man stopped at a boxing bag hanging in a far corner.

“Show me what you got and I’ll tell you.”

Arthur rolled back onto his heels, crossing his arms. “You know how creepy that sounds, right?”

The man shot him a look of annoyance. “Hosea. Hosea Matthews. Listen kid, you weren’t cut out for wrestling. The way you move. Your control, the way you read your opponents moves before they even think about them themselves. You were being wasted in wrestling.”

“It was a school sport, it really wasn’t that serious.”

Hosea grabbed the bag. “There is real money in this, if you have what it takes.”

“And what’s that, exactly?”

Hosea smacked the bag. “Whatever keeps you on your feet and winning.”

Arthur frowned. “That ain’t an answer. That could be literally anything.” He deadpanned.

“Just show me a coupled good hits.” He patted the bag again and Arthur loosened his stance. “You ever heard of MMA?”

“Sure, just didn’t think there were whole gyms dedicated to it.” Arthur delivered three heavy hits to the bag. Hosea watched him, his expression impossible to read.

“Again, but this time pretend it can hit back.”

Arthur transferred his weight to the balls of his feet and danced around the bag. He jabbed quickly at the bag, landing three hits in a quick succession before bringing in a final heavy hit.

“Again, more power.” Hosea stepped back from the bag.

Arthur growled, his first strike sending the bag in a high arc. He spun around, his leg catching the bag and thrusting it angrily to the side. He dodged the imaginary return blow ducking low and releasing a flurry of blows into the side of the bag. Hosea smiled.

Arthur continued to pummel the bag, the stress and anger from the week melting away. His arms fell to his sides. Exhaling slowly, he stopped the bag with his hands, his eyes flaring. Hosea chuckled, his hand finding Arthur’s shoulder.

“There it is. C’mon. TOMMY!”

Hosea turned Arthur and led him toward the ring. Out of his peripheral he saw a large man lumber toward the ring, the man called out as he reached the ropes.

“Yeah?” The rope bowed heavily under his weight.

“Tommy. This is Arthur, he needs a sparring partner, want some ring time?”

The men touched gloves as they started the fight, each squaring off. Tommy took the first swing, moving to try and break Arthur’s defenses, knocking him back onto the heels of his feet. The second hit connecting with his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He doubled over and a knee connected with his face. Arthur swung wide as he reeled back, catching Tommy square in the jaw with his fist.

Both men took a staggered step back before returning to their defense stances, Arthur wiping the blood from his nose. Each sizing the other up. Arthur danced around some of Tommy’s heavier hits, taking only glancing blows. His speed, the only advantage he had. His blows seemingly ineffective against the mountain that was Tommy.

Hosea watched them, his eyes on Arthur, watching his movements. Each time he adjusted his fighting style Hosea smiled. The men slowed as the fight wore on and Hosea called it.

Tommy’s giant hand clapped down heavily on Arthur’s shoulder “You’re damn good kid, keep up the work.” He turned and headed off toward the locker rooms.

Hosea leaned against the ropes next to Arthur. Arthur chugged back water, wiping the rest of the blood and sweat from his face onto his towel.“So? Come fight for me?”

Arthur huffed out a laugh, his skin on fire with adrenaline, a huge smile crossing his face. “You got yourself a fighter, old man.” He held out a hand to Hosea who shook it firmly.

Arthur slid out of the ring and made his way back to the locker room, his breathing returning to normal. He grabbed his things and headed out the door.

-- ♦ --

Arthur unlocked the door and stepped inside, tossing his bag next to the door. John looked up as he entered, the color draining from his face.

“Holy shit, dude! Are you okay?!” John yelped. The black eye bloomed on Arthur’s face. The blood from his nose and split lip spotted the front of his sweatshirt, the sleeve smeared with blood. Arthur smiled at him, holding up his hands.

“I’m okay Johnny!” He pushed past John into the bathroom, stripping off his sweatshirt and tossing it into the sink. John’s fears were not put to rest as he looked at Arthur’s back covered with deep red bruises already starting to look angry. Arthur flipped the water on in the shower, letting it warm up and walked toward the kitchen. He pulled baking soda and vinegar from the cabinet.

John stepped behind him, blocking his way back to the bathroom, puffing himself up. “Seriously dude, what happened?”

“I went to the gym, that’s all.” He pushed John gently out of the way and headed back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

John paced the room. This was all his fault! He got Arthur hurt, because he wanted to believe that this could be some kind of big break for him. He crumpled onto the couch, his head falling into his hands.

Arthur opened the bathroom door a while later, his cuts bandaged and cleaned. The red bruises angry against his skin as he pulled a shirt from the rack. John pushed up off the couch and Arthur threw the shirt over his head.

“You really got your ass kicked...at the gym?” John crossed his arms, still not convinced this wasn’t just Arthur trying to protect him or close him out.

Arthur pulled on the shirt and chuckled. “Yeah. Dude was built like a fuckin’ brick wall!” He flopped down onto the couch. He grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels. John sighed, dropping back onto the arm of the couch.

“Sorry…I told you to go” He mumbled.

Arthur let the remote fall to his side. Glancing over to John. “Nah bro. Thank you, really. It was amazing!” He picked the remote up, flipping through the channels again. “Hosea wants me to come by tomorrow, get me started on a regiment.” John looked down at Arthur, stunned into silence.

He watched Arthur, his feelings bubbling through him. Still blaming himself for how hurt Arthur got, but conflicted with how at peace he seemed. John watched as Noodle scrambled onto Arthur’s chest, curling up, Arthur’s large bandaged hand gently scritching the ferret. John glanced down at the floor, guilt overtaking him again.

“You hungry?” Arthur turned to John and he propped himself up onto his elbow. “Hey, you okay?” John kept his eyes trained on the floor. Arthur leaned over, reaching for John as Noodle rolled off him onto the couch.

“John, you didn’t do this. I am fine, honestly! It’s just a couple of cuts and bruises, no worse than I used to get during wrestling. I had a blast!” He shook John’s leg. “Come with me tomorrow!” John looked up at him, knitting his eyebrows. “Find out for yourself, since I can’t convince you.”

John breathed out a short laugh shaking his head. A smile washed over Arthur’s face. He patted John’s leg and rolled back onto the couch.

“Fine.” He pushed up off the couch and walked over to the kitchen. “How about pizza?”

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan #john marston #fanfic #fight nights #hyde tries writing #i will try and post like this as well #tumblr version

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Post It Notes

Summary: You work in a coffee shop and a new guy starts. You work different shifts so you communicate through Post It Notes

Warnings: Language? Implied smut and alcohol consumption.

Words: 1788

A/N: So I was inspired by a prompt I found on pinterest ages ago and so this came to life. I really enjoyed this one although I’m not fully happy with it. If anyone would like to be added to my tag list message me and I will add you to the list! Also if you have any requests PLEASE send me an ask !

The minute the coffee shop opened its doors in Hawkins you knew you had to apply for a job there. You were in your second last year of high school and so you needed to start saving for college and this was the perfect opportunity for you. Not only was it ten minutes away from your house, it would be easy to balance with school. You were so happy when you got the job. You meet so many strange and wonderful people from around Hawkins just by making coffee for them.

It’s been about a year since you started, and you have seen many people come and go. Today was no different. Thomas was nice to work with but you knew he had things going on at home and so he was moving out of Hawkins. You felt bad for him but you always knew that he wouldn’t last very long. You would have to manage for a few weeks until the your boss hired someone and trained them.

Over the next few weeks things went by pretty smoothly. You had only had a few customers who were a problem but they were dealt with easily. Friday evening, your last day before your weekend off, your boss told you they had hired someone. A new rota had been drawn up and you were on weekdays and he was doing weekends.

You are closing up and you decide to leave a little good luck note and a warning about how the taps spit more than some rude customers. You write the message on a post it note and stick it to the coffee machine.

Your weekend consists of studying for your English pop quiz on Monday, so you don’t even think about work until Monday after school. You walk to the coffee shop after school hoping the new kid hasn’t burned the entire shop down. Once you are inside you notice everything looks okay. He survived induction weekend. You look over at the coffee machine and see a new post it stuck to the side.

You go to the backroom and change into your apron and head out to take over from your boss. Since boss is finishing up making a coffee, you take the opportunity to read the post it note.

“Thanks for the luck it seems to have worked because I’m somehow alive…also that coffee machine spits like a b*tch” You giggle at the fact that he has censored himself.

“He’s surprisingly better at making coffee than I expected” Your boss says from behind you.

“Good because we have had our fair share of bad coffee makers” You joke laughing at your boss’s reaction.

The next two weeks pass by without trouble. You and the new guy exchange notes every week. Each week they get longer and longer. You both are now using three post it notes to communicate. You might as well be writing letters to each other. It’s a bit weird considering you have never met this person, but you feel like you know them in a weird way.

It’s the week before Halloween and your boss has told you will be working every day for the next few months until after Christmas. It’s a busy time for the coffee shop so he needs both me and the new guy working. Finally, you’re going to meet this guy. You knew you could have gone into the café during weekends but that would spoil the fun.

Monday comes faster than you expected but as soon as school is finished you walk to the coffee shop. You begin to feel nervous because meeting a new co-worker can be nerve wracking especially when you’ve been communicating through post it notes for weeks. As you are tying your apron you hear the door to the back room open and you turn to see who it is. Steve Harrington.

Steve was in a few of your classes, but you never really talked to him much. You knew he had a bit of a reputation before the new kid Billy took over as popular kid so you never really had the opportunity to talk. Although after his breakup with Nancy he kind of sticks to himself.

“Y/N? No way I’m so glad it’s been you I’ve been talking to because I don’t think I could take the pain of it being some old guy!” Steve says quickly throwing his bag and coat on a hook.

“Hey Steve! Likewise. Glad to see the coffee machine hasn’t taken you alive since the last time I wrote!” You joke as you fumble with your apron.

“I think we will work well together!” He says smiling as he ties his apron.

You both walk out together and the day flies by.

Its two days before Halloween break and you and Steve have been left to clean the shop after closing and lock up. You usually dread this but not tonight. You and Steve are getting along really well. Both of you know each other better than you ever considered possible and because of this work was made so much easier.

“So, any plans for Halloween Steve?” You ask as you clean the coffee machine.

“Not really. My parents are out of town for the week so its just me, a large bowl of popcorn and some movies” Steve confessed as he cleaned some tables near you.

“Oh really? I’m probably the same. Although I was invited to that party everyone is talking about in school if you want to go with me? No pressure though” You say hoping he does say yes though.

Tina's Halloween party was the place to be and you were always in the mood for a party. Especially after the stress of school recently.

Over the past few weeks you have grown really close to Steve and along with hat came a massive crush. You weren’t planning on doing anything about it except shove it deep down where no one would find out about it but here you were asking Steve to a party much to both of your surprise.

“Oh yeah? I mean I don’t have a costume or anything, but I would love to go” Steve says looking up at you and smiling.

“Oh great! Don’t worry about the costume. I don’t have one either!” You smile back and get back to cleaning the coffee machine.

The day of the Halloween party comes quicker than you thought it would. You had spent the past two days working and studying so you didn’t have much time to think about it but now that it was here you were feeling a little nervous.

You hadn’t really thought about what to wear so you just grabbed a simple black dress to wear with a pair of black Doc Martens to go with it. You were just about finished when you heard your doorbell go. Thankfully your parents were out for the night, so you didn’t have to worry about that awkward encounter. You run down the stairs to answer the door. Stopping just at the door you hype yourself up for the night, giving yourself a little pep talk.

You open the door quickly.

“Hey Steve!” You beam at him taking in his appearance. He is wearing a black button up shirt, not buttoned all the way, with some blue jeans. You liked it. It was spooky but not too spooky.

“You look amazing Y/N” Steve says smiling at you.

“Thanks Steve! So do you. Come on in I’m just going to grab my jacket and stuff and we can go!” You shout as you run up the stairs. You run into your room and grab the things you need and run downstairs. When you go downstairs you see Steve looking at a family photo.

“Ready?” You ask watching him as he stands up straight looking over at you.

“You were cute when you were younger!” Steve says flustered.

“And I’m not now?” You ask jokingly.

“Haha very funny! You know the answer to that” He says sarcastically walking towards you.

“Do I? I don’t think I do. Think I need you to answer that one for me” You tease.

He walks to where you’re standing and stops in front of you.

“Oh, do you now? Maybe this will answer it for you” Steve begins to slowly lean into you but you can’t wait, so you smash your lips against his taking him by surprise. You both kiss each other slowly until you have to pull back for air.

“Yep that answers it” You laugh grabbing his hand and pulling him out the door.

Steve acts like a true gentleman opening the door for you and closing it behind you. He hops into the driver seat and looks at you, taking in your appearance.

“Like what you see?” You ask smirking at him.

“No, I’m just waiting for you to put on your seat belt” He says turning his head back to the road as he starts the car

“Dick” You laugh.

The rest of the ride was full of flirting and deep conversations. By the time you get to the party you are feeling less nervous. Both you and Steve walk into the party holding hands which draws everyone’s eyes to you both but neither of you care. Steve pulls you towards the kitchen to get a drink.

You both go to grab the vodka bottle at the same time which makes you both laugh.

“I guess we both have good taste in alcohol” You say laughing. You pour both two shots for you both and pass Steve his.

“To a good night” You raise the shot glass up and clink it with Steve’s. His face is full of surprise as you take the shot.

“To a good night!” He repeats as he too takes the shot.

You grab his hand and pull him to were everyone is dancing. You both dance until you are sweaty messes but you both don’t care.

Steve looks at you with intent in his eyes. He grabs your hand and pulls you into him. His lips meet yours and you both begin to kiss passionately. The kiss begins to deepen and within seconds you are full on making out in the middle of a party.

You break the kiss first with only one thing on your mind.

“Lets go back to mine. I have an empty house” You whisper in his ear and pull him towards the front door.

The next morning you wake up to an empty bed but on your pillow you find a post it note.

“Had a great night last night. Look forward to a lot more like that. Call me! – Steve”

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The Lady in Black Leather (chapter 3)

The Lady in Black Leather (Chapter 2)

You wake to the sound of your alarm going off and you moan. Opening your eyes you grab your cell and turn off the alarm. Groaning, you get up and head for the shower. After you freshen up you head to your suitcases and toss them on the bed. Opening them you dig through and pull out your black skinny jeans, black blouse, and the black corset with the silver clasps and shoulder straps. You took out your coats you bought the other day and hung them up along with your dresses and skirts.

You pull out all the shirts and fold them and put them neatly in your suitcase and then hang up your blouses. You fold all the rest of your clothes and neatly put them in your largest suitcase with your shirts.

Once you had that all taken care of, you dump out your backpack and sort through everything. You put your toiletries and makeup in your bathroom and then put your laptop and chargers back into your backpack.

You brush your long hair and oil it like the stylist showed you how to do, then you put it into a long braid, then look at yourself in the mirror. Sighing you head out of the bedroom and pad down the hallway to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Aiden looks up and his eyes get wide. “Morning hot stuff.” He teases. You roll your eyes. “Really?” you tease back. “I am anything but that! I am a hot mess, but that’s about it!” you tell him.

He looks at you for a moment and shakes his head. “You almost ready to head out?” he asks. You raise an eyebrow. “I was gonna grab some breakfast.” You reply.

“But we’re going out for breakfast!” he tells you. “You said you were meeting your friends for breakfast, Aid. I was just going to catch a ride as far as the studio and then walk around and get a feeling for the neighborhood and see what there is for apartments.” You inform him.

“Well, go get your shoes on and grab a coat and umbrella then, it’s raining out today.” He tells you. “I gotta get going soon and Scarlett is joining me to meet up with the guys from the studio.”

“Ok.” You reply and head back to your room. You look at your new boots and decide to wear the flat ones today. You grab a pair of socks and put them on then pull on your boots. You grab your hooded trenchcoat you just bought and your black backpack with your laptop. You make sure your wallet and phone are in the pocket and that you have your keys and your knife on you and you head back to the kitchen.

Scarlett comes out and grins. “Hey sexi!” she greets you. You roll your eyes. “You must be talking to Aid, he’s the only other sexy one in the room besides you, Scar.” You tell her.

She frowns. “You’re sexi too, Har! I mean look at you dressed in those skinny jeans and black clothes and hot damn, that corset!!!” she replies. You wave her off and put on your jacket.

“I’m ready to head out, Aid.” You tell him. He nods and puts the lid on his thermos cup of coffee. “Ok, ladies, let’s go.” He says. You all follow him out of the apartment. Aiden locks the door and turns to you. “Here.” He says and hands you a set of keys. “These are keys so you can get into the building and my apartment when ever you need to. OK?” he tells you as he pushes them into your hands.”

You look up at him stunned. “But…” he puts a finger to your mouth to silent you. “No buts, Harley. Consider this a safe house for you when ever you need it. I have already added Scarlett to the lease and told my manager and the door man that you are a guest here off and on as it is needed.” He tells you. You look from him to the keys and then to Scarlett, who is beaming.

You sigh and nod. “Ok.” You say quietly and hook the keys onto your keychain.

Aiden and Scarlett grin and you all head down to the parking garage. You get in the back seat of his BMW and he drives you three to the studios. You ask him to drop you off just outside the studios and though he doesn’t understand why you don’t want to join them, he obliges.

You thank him for the ride and he tells you they will call you when they are getting ready to head for home. You nod and watch as they pull into the studio’s gate. You start walking and pull out the paper that Officer Sand gave you. You pause at the corner as you enter the address into your phone. It directs you to turn right and so you do so and start to walk. You get about a half a block down and you see Aiden’s BMW stop at the corner and then turn left.

You keep your head down and continue to walk and follow the map on your phone. You walk about six blocks from the studio, and you find the used bookstore. It has a sign on the outside that reads “Help Wanted”. You approach the door and see there are hours posted. It opens at 7:30am. You pull out your phone and see it is 7am. You sigh.

Standing there looking at your map on your phone trying to figure out if there is any place nearby where you can go for some breakfast, you fail to notice a figure approach the door until you hear the lock click.

You startle and look up to see a big, burly man standing there with a puzzled look on his face. He opens the door and asks, “Can I help you, Miss?” in a low, gravely voice. You blush and realize he looks a LOT like officer Sand.

“Um… Officer Sand told me to come here and see if you’d hire me for a job. He said you were lookin for some help to run your shop.” You tell him.

He chuckles and opens the door for you. “He did, did he? Well then, Miss, come in and let’s have a chat.” He replies, grinning. “I’m Todd.” He tells you.

You turn off your phone and put it in your backpack, then follow him in. “He said you were a friend and a retired Officer.” You mention. “But you look close to the same age as officer Sand.” You say puzzled.

Todd chuckles. “It’s true, I’m retired, and actually Officer Sand and I are the same age.” He chuckles.

You look confused. “Then why are you retired, if you don’t mind me asking?” you question.

He smiles and motions for you to have a seat at the counter. “I got injured in the line of duty and couldn’t work for quite a long time. When I got out of the hospital, I realized that a desk job was not for me, so I asked to retire from the force.” He explained.

“Oh. So how did you end up here?” you inquired.

He chuckles, “I combined my two favourite things, good stories and coffee / chocolates.” He replied. “My business is one of a kind. My customers enjoy being able to get a coffee, or a cocoa, and find a nook in my store to curl up in and discover a good book.” He explains. “They can buy the books, swap them with one they bring in or they can rent the books.” He tells you. “I keep track of the books in stock and who rents them using software on my computer. Each book is assigned a barcode and given a sticker, which gets scanned when it is sold or traded. The barcode is then removed. If they rent the book, it is scanned and stays in the book. They get two weeks to read them or they can call or come in and renew it for another two weeks.” He explains.

My brothers in blue often come here on their days off to relax and catch me up on what’s going on. Some of the actors from the studio down the way have also discovered my shop and will sneak over here on their breaks or they send their assistants to get them coffees and books. He tells you.

Your eyes open wide. “Really?” you ask. He nods. “Now, what would you like to drink while we discuss this job opportunity my brother wants me to consider you for?”

You look at him surprised, “Wait, Officer Sand is your BROTHER?!?!?” you ask, surprised.

The burly man named Todd chuckles. “Yes, lass, he is my little brother… my twin brother, Alex, though to be fair, I was born first.” He tells you. “He just doesn’t like to work out like I do.” He chuckles again flexing his massive arms.

You shake your head and smile. “I wondered why you looked rather familiar!” you tell him.

He laughs and you grin. “What kinds of drinks do you offer besides just coffee and cocoa?” you ask.

He pulls out a menu and hands it to you. Your eyes light up and you tell him you know how to make most of these drinks, which makes him grin.

“Could I have a French Vanilla Cappuccino?” you ask. He nods. “What size would you like?” he asks pointing to the cup display.

You smirk and suddenly think dirty thoughts. You giggle and say “the Large please.”

He chuckles and makes you your cappuccino. He hands it to you and then asks. “So how did you end up meeting my little brother?”

You sigh and then tell him your story. After a few minutes, of him asking various questions and you answering them, he hums. “Well how about I show you around and you tell me what you think.” He says.

You nod.

“Here, hang your coat and bag on that hook over there behind the cabinet.” He tells you.

You do so and then he takes you, cappuccino in hand, on a tour of the bookstore/coffeeshop.

You are amazed at all the different little nooks and crannies he has scattered throughout the two story store. Every inch is either massive floor to ceiling shelves of books, complete with rolling ladders to reach the upper shelves or there was cozy nooks to read, complete with oversized pillows and cozy blankets and little tables or shelves to put drinks on.

You squeal with delight when he shows you the coffee shop area. You are nearly dancing with glee when you see the expresso machine and the cappuccino machine. He chuckles and says, “So sweetheart, what do you think?”

“Ooohhh! I love it! The atmosphere is just perfect, and I like how you have the coffee shop set up! The only thing you could use is some plants to green things up a bit.” You suggest.

He laughs, “Well, I have a black thumb when it comes to plants, Sweetheart. I tend to kill them” he replied.

“I could take care of them if you’d like to give it another go with them. I love plants!” you tell him. He grins.

“Well, what kind of hours and pay are you lookin for, Sweetheart?” he asks.

“I don’t have much else to do but work, Sir, I will work as much as you like, as far as pay, I just need enough to live off of. Whatever you think is fair.” You reply.

“What’s your name, Sweetheart?” he asks.

“Harley, Sir.” You reply.

He grins, “Well, that will be easy to remember!” he chuckles. “Welcome aboard, Harley.” He tells you. You want to start now, or would you rather start tomorrow?” he asks.

“I can start now. If it’s ok with you!” you squeal excitedly. He smiles and heads over to the desk.

“Well, let’s start with the paperwork and figure out your hours. For the next couple weeks.” He tells you.

The two of you go over the paperwork and come up with a schedule for you.

You tell him about your living situation and how you are looking for a one bedroom apartment close by because of you ex stalking you. He nods. “There’s a couple of reasonable apartments nearby I know the owners of them. I can take you over there after we’re done for the day if you like.”

You look at him in disbelief. “Really? Oh! Um, Thanks! That would be great! Aiden is nice and all, but I feel like I’m imposing and he lives quite a ways away from this part of town so I don’t want to have to get rides from him all the time.” You explain.

Todd just laughs. “Aiden is a great guy and has a kind spirit. He likes to help people.” He tells you.”

You two talk and he shows you where everything is for the coffee shop area once you finish the paperwork. He explains that he has a pastry shop nearby deliver pastries every morning at 6:30am which he sells to go along with the coffees.

A few guests come in and he introduces you to them. You watch as he makes their orders and rings them up. He shows you how to work the tills and lets you handle the tills and take orders while he makes the drinks and helps answering your questions when they come up.

Around 9am, he tells you to take a 15 min break and have a drink and a pastry.

You thank him and tell him you need to call your landlord and explain what happened. He nods and you go make your call in the back area. Once you explained what happened, the landlord agrees to let you break your lease and tells you to leave your keys on the counter when you get everything moved out. You apologize again and tell him that you are so sorry for the problems your ex has caused. He tells you not to worry about it and that you were a good tenant and that he will miss you. He wishes you better luck in the future and the two of you hang up.

Around 10am, it slows down, and Todd has you go around the bookshop and check all the little nooks for any cups and dishes left behind. He tells you there are 24 nooks to check and hands you a little map of where to go for each one. He hands you a grey dish tub to put the dishes in, and sends you into the shop to go collect dishes.

Shortly after you head into the bookshop, Aiden, Scarlett, Graham and Richard come in and order some drinks to go.

Todd talks with them as he completes the orders and rings them up. You come around the corner and see them standing there and dash back and hide so they don’t see you. You wait for them all to leave before rejoining your boss behind the counter.

“You just missed Aiden and his friends!” your boss tells you. You shrug and nod. “They come in here a lot?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “No, just once in a while. Though, the bald guy comes in here more often. Never seen the tall dark haired one before though. He was looking around quite a bit. Wouldn’t be surprised to see him back.” Your boss says.

“Oh.” You reply as you head for the sink area in back. “Do you want me to wash these for you?” you ask Todd.

“Sure, if you want.” He replies. You nod and start to wash the dishes.

The two of you spend the rest of the morning going over how to make each drink and he is impressed at your knowledge of coffee-based drinks.

“Have you ever though about adding teas to your menu?” you ask.

He rubs his chin. “No, can’t say that I have. I guess I don’t know much about teas.” He replies.

“I love them.” You reply. “If you’d like to try some different ones, I can bring in my collection. We can try a different one each day.” You offer.

He smiles. “Okay.” He says.

You grin and pull up on the computer the website you order your teas from. You show him all the different flavors and he is surprised. “Wow! I never knew there were so many flavors!” he exclaims.

You explain that some people drink the teas hot, while others like them cold. Some people like it with milk or cream, some add sugar. “Just like with coffee.” You tell him.

He nods. “How about I order their sample box, so we don’t have to use up your personal stash?” He offers.

You shrug. “It’s up to you, Sir. It’s your shop.” You tell him with a shrug.

He chuckles and places the order online and has it shipped to the store. “It should be here by next week.” He tells you. “In the meantime, you can bring your teas and we’ll sample them till my order arrives. I will refill what we use from your stash when my order gets here.” He tells you.

“Ok.” You reply.

Todd looks at the clock. “It’s almost noon, how about you go take your lunch break and I’ll watch the shop.” He suggests.

“Ok, you nod. “Where’s a good place to get some lunch around here?” you ask. “I am not familiar with this end of town yet. I lived on the South end.” You explain.

He tells you there are a bunch of shops a couple blocks East of here and there’s a variety of tastes to choose from. “If I give you an order and some cash, would you pick me up something on your way back here?” Todd asks you.

“Sure Todd.” You say.

He writes down the name of the shop to go to, his order and gives you a $20 then sends you on your way. You don your hooded trench and grab your wallet and phone, shoving them and Todd’s order into the inner pocket of your trench.

“I’ll leave my backpack here.” You tell Todd. “I’ll be back in about a half an hour.” You tell him after he shows you how to clock out for lunch on the computer.

He nods and tells you to have a good lunch.

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there’s snow coming down (i’m watching it fall) // stenbrough // ao3

Working at the mall isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. At least, not for Bill Denbrough, college sophomore extraordinaire and current elf to Santa Claus at the Derry strip mall.

Until now, of course. Now, there’s a boy.

Bill has a crush on a boy working at the mall, doesn't talk to him, and still expects to end up happily-ever-after. Denbrough logic.

Working at the mall isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. At least, not for Bill Denbrough, college sophomore extraordinaire and current elf to Santa Claus at the Derry strip mall.

When his best friend Richie told him that he had found them jobs for their winter break from school at the mall, Bill was excited, giddy, even. His thoughts were full of fantasies about the discounts at the Gap, or eating leftover fries in the food court. But alas, the job was not only a temporary position, but a humiliating one at that. They made him wear a hat with ears on it, for Christ’s sake, and leggings! And ever since Richie had been fired for trying to get his boyfriend Eddie to “sit on Santa’s lap” while the real Santa was on lunch break, the only upside came when Bill’s younger brother Georgie visited. He was too old to tell Santa what he wanted for Christmas, but he was just old enough to bring his brother a much needed cup of coffee from the kiosk down the hall and to listen to Bill complain about the hoards of screaming children.

Until now, of course. Now, there’s a boy.

Where the North Pole set up is located in between the two corridors of stores and the food court, Bill has a pretty good view into nearly every storefront in the mall. After Richie was fired, management shifted Bill’s position from Santa’s left-hand man (similar to his right-hand man, but with less speaking) to the front of the sleigh to avoid anymore Richie-related incidents. The front of the sleigh was home to a big bag of warehouse candy that all came in plastic bags that Bill is in charge of handing out, but it was also where the stereo was housed. One of Bill’s new responsibilities was to maintain holiday cheer by queueing up as many classic Christmas tunes as he could. He had full control over what songs played and when, although he was highly encouraged to only pick the ones from the corporate approved list of appropriate artists, meaning Mariah Carey was played more than a few times a day.

When Richie found out about Bill’s great new job, he had practically cried, falling dramatically from his feet to the carpet in Bill’s bedroom with a hand against his forehead.

“How could they do this to me? Don’t they know I would have been the greatest elf DJ in the history of elf DJing? What a waste!”

Bill had just laughed and nudged him with the tip of his shoe, telling Richie to be grateful that he wasn’t, or that he’d probably be banned for life from the mall for scarring some children with Marilyn Manson or something. Bill was probably right.

From his new perch at the front of the sleigh, Bill has a direct view of the store diagonal to Santa’s Workshop, which happened to be one of the most quiet in the entire mall. It was a small corporate run bookstore called The Bookbag, one with a wide selection of fiction and a wall of toys near the front register. Local teens often made it a game to run to the back wall labelled Romance/Erotica and read the dirtiest passage they could find out loud before the cashier could catch them and kick them out.

Bill hates the store for their corporate agenda- there were two of them in Derry alone, let alone dozens across the coast, and they seemed to be pushing to replace libraries and small independent bookstores like the little hole-in-the-wall cafe-slash-bookstore that Bill liked to go downtown to write in. His feelings change quickly and drastically, though, when he notices that the usual cashier, a sweet looking blond boy, is replaced by someone who, even at this distance, Bill recognizes as the single prettiest and most attractive man he had ever seen before.

The Boy was almost severe looking, with narrowed eyes and a sharp jawline. There’s something soft about him, though, in the way that his blond hair curls around his face, framing it in a way that drew attention to his eyes. Bill desperately wants to reach out and run his fingers through his hair. The Boy looks disinterested, flipping errantly through a book, until a customer approaches the counter with an arm full of books to be read and the Boy looks up with a kind smile, the soft sort of smile that melts Bill’s heart and leaves him weak-kneed on the floor.

At first, Bill figures that it’s a fluke, just a friend filling in for the usual cashier’s shift for the night, but as the weekend drags on, the Boy is sitting behind the counter more often than not. Bill ends up staring through the window at him more often than not, as well, eyes darting away as soon as the Boy looks up, cheeks red as he continues to pass out candy canes to eager first graders.

And then, their eyes meet. Bill can’t glance away fast enough and he finds himself making eye contact with the prettiest boy in the mall, who smiles that soft smile at him, and his heart skips a beat. He, of course, immediately embarrases himself when he raises a hand to wave and accidentally throws a handful of candy at the children nearest the sleigh. Bill darts his eyes away too quickly to see the Boy laugh, a hand over his mouth and smile wide as could be. It’s probably for the best, too. Bill’s crush wouldn’t be able to handle seeing that.

“You should ask him out,” Richie says, lying on the floor of Bill’s room (as usual), tossing a hacky sack into the air repeatedly.

“Or at least go into the store and talk to him,” Eddie adds, unhelpful as ever.

Bill buries his face into his pillow and lets out a groan.

“I can’t do that,” he whines when he finally comes back up for air, “He’s hot and he’s seen me wearing a fucking elf hat. Richie, you of all people know how humiliating it is to be seen in that thing.”

“Maybe he’ll think it’s hot! He does look over at you a lot, right? Maybe it’s a kink thing; ask him if he wants to take a ride on Santa’s sleigh.”

“Beep beep, Richie,” Bill scowls and reaches a hand out, catching the bag midair before Richie could.

“Fine,” Richie sighs, exasperated, “But don’t come crying to me when someone snatched that hot nerd out from under you and breaks your heart.”

The holidays approach faster now, especially with his job keeping him busy, and Bill does indeed find his heart broken.

It’s the fifth week of Santa’s Workshop, nearly the week of Christmas, when Bill works up enough courage to go into The Bookbag and finally talk to the Boy. He has a whole plan to smile and wave when they make eye contact, end his shift at six pm as usual, go change out of his stupid elf costume, and then go into the store to introduce himself, sans hat.

Richie tries to tell him to just ask the Boy out again, but just asking for the Boy’s name feels like an insurmountable task as is.

However, all that falls away when Bill arrives at work and looks through the glass only to see that the Boy isn’t behind the counter at all. The only person in the store is a tall, broad-shouldered man rearranging a shelf of novels. He smiles as a customer approaches with a question, and his smile is sweet, but not the same. Bill feels his heart sink.

Still, he manages to drag himself over to the sleigh and pass out candy to ungrateful children, playing Wham! on the stereo loud enough to deafen himself beside the speaker through the entirety of his grueling shift that seemed to drag on forever.

He drags himself to the employees only bathroom in the mall that everyone still uses anyway to pull his hat off, change into jeans, and pull a red flannel on over his ugly striped elf shirt. While that only takes him a minute to do, it takes him much more time to work up the nerve to even leave the bathroom.

Twenty minutes pass by quickly, and Bill finds the courage to shake out his arms, smile in the mirror, and tell himself, “You’ve got th-this.” He makes his way to the bookstore.

Bill still doesn’t see the Boy immediately when he reaches the store, but he doesn’t let that stop him, he spent too much time working up the nerve to get here to turn back now. He approaches the counter where the same boy as earlier leans against the register. Bill briefly wonders how they’re hiring all of the prettiest people out of Derry.

“H-hi,” Bill says, the boy’s attention zeroing in on him.

“Hey there,” Mike, as his nametag proclaims, says, “Anything I can help you with today?”

“Uh, yeah, actually. I’m, uhh…” Bill trails off, losing his courage, “Looking for a book about, uh, birds?”

“Right this way!” Mike begins to lead him away from the front of the store as he shakes his head at himself, disappointed in his stupid cop-out. He takes a deep breath and steels himself for embarrassment to actually ask what he came here to ask.

“Where, uh, where’s the usual cuh-cashier? Isn’t the b-blond b--buh-boy usually here?” He says, grazing a finger over the paperback spines on the shelves as they make their way to the non-fiction section.

“Oh, he’s moving to Portland this weekend, so I’m the new guy,” Mike grins and pulls a book off of a shelf labelled Animal/Nature Interest. “Will this one work for you?”

Bill looks down at the book titled A Beginner’s Guide to Ornithology, and despite the feeling that his heart had been cut a thousand times, he gives Mike a weak smile back and nods. Now that the holidays are ending and his dreams of the Boy are dashed, Bill figures he should pick up a new hobby.

“Don’t be so melodramatic,” Richie rolls his eyes, “He was just a boy at the mall; go look now and they’ll be twelve of them in the Gap right this second. Go get over the boy by getting under one of them.”

“I’ll go get under one of them if you don’t learn how to keep a job,” Eddie pushes Richie’s long legs off of his lap. Richie’s new job at the Sunglasses Hut has already brought the news that, unfortunately, due to an incident with a beagle and a pair of Raybans, he has been let go.

“Give Bill a break, melodrama is in his blood,” Beverly says, laughing as she sits on the floor between Eddie’s legs and the coffee table, “Remember when he dedicated his fiction piece to me in ninth grade creative writing?”

“That was a dark time for me!” Bill throws a pillow across the room at her from his position on the couch.

“I just really thought that the Boy and I had this…. connection.” Bill sulks.

And sulks. And sulks. And sulks a little bit more.

In fact, Bill sulks for so long, and so intensely, that even his workplace begins to take notice.

“What do you mean I’m fired? It’s the week of Christmas! There has to be some rule against that.”

“We don’t want to be firing you right now either, Bill. It’s literally the busiest week of the year, but we’ve had more than a couple of complaints from parents about you, and I can’t say I disagree with them.”

“What are you even talking about? I’m great with the kids!”

“Usually, yeah, but whatever kind of a mood you’ve been in this past week has kept you from smiling, and you’ve played some mightily inappropriate songs over the speaker.”

“They’re all Christmas songs, though!”

“The Ramones ‘Baby, Please Come Home’ is not a Christmas song for four year olds, Bill.”

And so now Bill doesn’t have his shitty temporary, seasonal job as an elf anymore. Fucking Doug, his annoying bald manager, hands him his last check and tells him to turn in his uniform after he washes it, as if Bill is actually going to do that. He just rolls his eyes and leaves, keeping his head down after he tears the dumb elf hat off as he walks towards the front door of the mall. He doesn’t spare a second glance back towards the Santa’s Workshop, or even one for The Bookbag.

Bill does look up, though, when he runs straight into someone walking briskly in the opposite direction. He looks up to either apologize or yell at the person, but his words die in his throat when he sees who it is that ran into him.

“Book Boy?”

“Book Boy? Good to know I left an impression, then.” The Boy chuckles good-naturedly, a dimple forming beside his smile. Bill feels his heart beating significantly faster and he grins back, unable to help himself. “I almost didn’t recognize you without your ears.” The Boy gestures to the hat still gripped in Bill’s hand.

“Yeah, well,” Bill used his other hand to rub the back of his neck, “That’s n-not going to be a puh-problem anymore. I got f-f-fired for p-playing the Ramones.” The Boy raises an eyebrow and when he replies, Bill swears that he sees hearts.

“Well, if they don’t like the Ramones, then they’re definitely not worth you.”

Bill’s grin nearly doubles in size before faltering when he remembers why he was playing the Ramones in the first place. “Wait, I th-thought your coworker said you muh-moved to Portland? What are you doing b-back huh-here?”

“To Portland? I would never set foot in Portland if I could help it,” the Boy scoffed, “No, that’s Ben, the other cashier.”

“Oh. Th-then why have you been g-gone all week?”

“This past week was Hanakkuh, I’ve been celebrating with my family.” The Boy says slowly, smile fading a little. “Why, is that a problem?”

“N-no!” Bill assures him, voice high and a little loud. He knew he would fuck it up, but Richie’s voice in the back of his mind telling him that he’s just a boy in the mall kept him from falling apart, ironically enough. “My n-name is Bill.”

“Um, okay. I’m Stan,” Stan. Bill could get really used to saying that.

“Okay, Stan. Will you g-go out to dinner with me?”

“Like on a date?” Stan’s smile returns, along with his dimple. Bill really, really wants to kiss that dimple.

“Like a d-date.”

“I would love to.”

#stenbrough #stan uris #bill denbrough #it stephen king #it 2017 #stanley uris #srh.txt #i didnt edit this can you tell

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saoirse7ilysi · 5 years ago

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The LadyBlogger Cafe’

Things you may need to know about this Fic:

-This an OT4, Coffee shop AU.

-This is also an Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics oriented fic with an extra +1.

-Everyone is somewhere in their twenties.

-This is about to get real Steamy!

Will add more warnings as they may apply.

Chapter 2

When the alarm on his phone started blaring through the bedroom, Nino buried his face into his pillow and groaned. After a moment of lamenting the existence of mornings, he blindly reached over to the nightstand to find the offending device and switched it off.

Once his room was plunged into silence again, he rolled over until he was lying on his back. He pressed both of his hands into his face to rub some of the sleepiness away and he took a deep, cleansing breath.

God, he hated waking up in the morning. Sleeping just felt too good. But once he was up, being awake felt great. It was just the process of getting there that sucked.

He reached over to his phone once again and hit his favorite music app, causing the sound system to come to life with his morning playlist. Satisfied with that, he set the phone aside to start getting ready for the day.

After getting through most of his morning routine, he stood in the bathroom, having just finished brushing and washing out his mouth. Nino placed his hands on the counter, leaning on them as he stared at himself in the mirror.

“You’ve got this, Lahiffe,” he said to his reflection. “They’re just two girls who just so happen to own the coffee shop that your best bud likes to get his daily fix from.”

… No big deal, right…

...Right…?

Two girls…

Two women…

Two incredibly sexy women… who just so happened to know exactly what to say or what to do to make him lose all sense of brain function…

Alya, with her auburn hair that lightened in color as it got closer to the tips. He could swear it would reach past her incredible ass if it wasn’t pulled up into a high ponytail. Her side swept bangs that framed her face just right and really brought out her eyes.

God, those eyes.

Those large, light brown eyes that were almost gold. They turned up in the corners giving her an almost constant air of mischief about her.

Although, That could just be her, and not her eyes…. Her eyes that seemed to practically invite him into her bedroom every time she looked at him…

And Marinette was no better…her eyes that would forever remind him of lapis lazuli. They were bright and round, giving her a sense of innocence that was clearly deceptive, all things considered.

She piled her midnight hair on top of her head in a messy bun, letting her long layered bangs frame her face beautifully, bringing attention to the almost invisible freckles across her nose.

However, while she didn’t seem near as mischievous, she was just as willing to look at him with the same intent as her counterpart.

And it killed him every time.

It was like they were daring him to ask them out…

Them…?

...As in both…?

Or just one…?

...But then, which one?

How was he supposed to choose?

And what would happen if he did? Would they go out, have a good time, then go about their lives as usual… or would they… she… they?... want more? And what, exactly, would ‘more’ mean?

Nino’s blood instantly rushed south at that thought, bringing him back to the present. His eyes locked on to the deep shade of red that covered his cheeks and even tinted his ears.

He then dropped his head, letting it hang between his shoulders as he still braced against the counter. That’s when he realized his heart rate had increased…and heat started to pool in his lower abdomen as he thought about why.

“Fuck it.”

His clothes fell to the floor as he stripped, stepping into the shower for the second time that morning. However this time, he turned the water to cold instead of hot.

*****

It didn't take him long to drive from his apartment to The LadyBlogger Café. Pulling into a parking spot, he took a deep breath to prepare himself. As nervous as these girls made him, he couldn't be happier that this had become Adrien’s favorite place for getting his coffee.

Even on his worst days, he would still be able to name at least two good things that happened. And no, those two things were not exclusively Alya and Marinette… it was them on one hand, and getting to hang out with Adrien on the other.

Satisfied that he wasn’t going to be any more prepared than he was now, he went ahead and left his car. Straightening his cap, he walked toward the door to wait for his turn in line.

Marinette spotted him immediately and smiled before calling over her shoulder in a musical tone, “Alya, don’t look now, but guess who just arrived.”

Alya grinned at her girlfriend.

“Hmmm.” She took a moment to pretend to think while taking care of another customer’s order. She hadn’t looked in Nino’s direction yet. “I don’t know…” she teased, “You’ll have to give me a hint.”

Marinette scrutinized Nino as he shifted nervously in the back of the line for a moment before answering. “He’s tall…”

“Girl,” Alya snorted, “Everyone’s tall compared to you.”

“Hey!” Marinette said indignantly, stuffing a straw in the other woman's cleavage as she walked by, “Fine then.” She glanced at Nino once again. And grinned wickedly. “He has the most amazing amber eyes you’ve ever seen.”

“Now, there’s a description that narrows it down,” Alya teased.

Nino blushed as the line moved up. Some of the other customers quieted down to listen to the banter. He scratched at the small hairs at the back of his neck, not really knowing what to say to stop them…. Or if he wanted to stop them…

Adrien would have a field day if he saw this...

“...a strong jaw…” Marinette continued.

Alya hummed, waiting for more. She still hadn't looked in his direction.

“Broad shoulders,” she practically purred, “I’m willing to bet, toned muscles.”

“Well, if it’s who I'm thinking, then those muscles would have to be toned… working in security and all.” There it was. It was quick, and if he hadn’t been paying attention, he would have missed it, but she finally glanced at him.

He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. He stepped forward as another customer had been helped.

“Indeed,” Marinette studied him again. “Have I mentioned his smile?”

“You know,” Alya said after taking the next order, “I don't believe you have.”

Marinette fetched some food for said order from the kitchen, making sure it was nice and warm before continuing.

“Absolutely captivating,” she said, winking at Nino.

He felt as if his face were about to burst into flame. These women were merciless. He may as well be a puddle on the floor for all the support his bones gave him.

How exactly does one react to this?

“Ooh,” Alya did purr as she pushed the last customer’s order across the counter, winking in her direction. Marinette turned to start his chili mocha while Alya pulled out two steaming croissants and placed them in a bag. “Tell me more…”

“Dazzling,” Marinette leaned into Alya as she passed her by. “Really, you should see for yourself.”

“Is that so?” Alya stopped short of the counter to turn toward her girlfriend, waiting for her to finish flavoring the coffee. “Before I do,” she teased once they were both ready to hand over Nino’s order, “Tell me, is he kissable?”

That was when both girls turned toward him to look at him through their lashes. He instantly felt his blood start rushing and he gulped as his heart rate increased exponentially. He suddenly felt illogically nervous. It should have been obvious where this was going, but a small part of him doubted he could be this lucky that these two incredibly attractive women would find him kissable.

They pushed his order to him before Marinette answered.

“Definitely.”

“Wow…” Nino breathed, reaching up to adjust his cap with both hands and leaving the one at the back of his head to rub at the small hairs there. “You ladies really know how to make a guy blush.”

They both smiled proudly at that, eyeing each other before turning their attention back to him.

He cleared his throat in an attempt to clear his thoughts as well. He pulled his hand away from his head and rested it on the bag of croissants, ready to pick it up.

“Ah- Listen, Ladies,” He began awkwardly, “I was wondering-”

It was in that moment that his phone began to ring a familiar tone, effectively interrupting him. His brows furrowed together and he looked down. When he had his phone out and he could see the very name he expected lighting up the screen, he tightened his grip on the paper bag in his hand and reached for the coffee waiting for him.

He quickly excused himself with an apology and a promise to be back tomorrow before heading outside and answering the call.

“Nathalie,” he greeted. “What’s up?” He walked at a brisk pace to his car, ready to unlock it.

“Is Adrien with you?” she said in her rather matter-of-fact tone.

Fuck.

Nino scowled at the implication of that seemingly innocent question. If Nathalie was asking that, then that meant that Adrien wasn’t home. And that he wasn’t out with his bodyguard. Something that was strictly forbidden for him.

Of course, Nino was aware of the very simple fact of that not stopping his best friend. And frankly, he was fine with that. However, now he was in for a far more stressful day than he had intended. Either he would have to lie to Nathalie and tell her that Adrien was with him then pray he find the man immediately because no doubt that they would be ordered to head back now, or he tell her the truth and therefore spend the entire day looking for him, and either way risk losing his job.

Not that he really cared about the job aspect of it. He was being paid to hang out with his best friend everyday. He could do with or without the money.

No.

Him getting fired would also mean him getting banned from the premises and Adrien’s dad hiring someone new to replace him. Someone who would be completely subservient to Gabriel Agreste, and that house would then be suffocatingly lonely for Nino’s best bud.

Either way, he needed to find him. And the more time he was given to do so, the better.

He sighed.

“No, he’s not with me. I was just on my way there,” he said, pulling his hat from his head so he could run his hand through his hair. “I’ll start looking for him now. Let me get back to you.”

“Keep me updated,” was her curt reply before the line was promptly cut.

Great. He placed his hat back on his head as he went through his phone to pull up Adrien’s number. He didn’t doubt that Nathalie had already tried calling him, however that didn’t stop him from trying. Adrien would be less likely to ignore a call from him, after all.

Nino turned to lean his back against his car as he pressed his phone to his ear once again. Just as he was taking a deep breath, it caught in his throat, hearing another familiar tune.

He immediately straightened up, looking around for what he knew was Adrien’s ringtone for Nino. His brows furrowed together in his search of the sound.

It didn’t seem to be coming from anyone nearby… in fact… was it?

His eyes slowly traced the building up, up, up until they finally landed on what looked to be the cuff of a pair of pants just hanging off the edge of the roof of the coffee shop.

He swore.

Ending the call and slipping his phone back into his pocket, Nino made his way around, looking for a way up to the rooftops. After a few more turns than he was expecting, he finally found a fire escape attached to one of the nearby businesses.

He stared at the little bag of pastries and the coffee cup in his hands for a moment before setting them aside in favor of pulling down the ladder that would allow him to climb up. The empty pile of clothes he found upon making it to the appropriate rooftop did not surprise Nino.

He sighed. This was going to be a long day.

*****

Adrien was resigned to his fate: Nino was going to kill him.

He’d realized that the instant he heard the tell tale ringtone that signaled Nathalie calling him. He also knew that, however Nino decided to handle it, he’d only be doing what he thought was best. So, no matter how this all turned out, things would ultimately be fine.

He had absolute faith in his best friend.

And while he was aware that it would make Nino’s life so much easier if he’d followed after him, Adrien just couldn’t bring himself to do so. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but something in his heart kept him here. There was something about this place that he couldn’t seem to resist. He wasn’t ready to leave yet.

The little black cat made its way around the café while keeping himself well aware of the owners and the patrons, alike. He didn't want to be discovered, lest he be thrown out. The sights, sounds and smells did wonders to hold his attention all day. Whether he was roaming around or perched in a temporary hiding spot, he had to admit to himself, he was enjoying his time here.

As he watched the two women go about their day, he couldn't help but notice the way they interacted with both each other and their customers. And what he found intrigued him.

They didn’t flirt with anyone else, really. There were the occasional winks or comments, mostly from the brunette. But nothing like what they unleashed as a pair on Nino.

The man had not been exaggerating when he said that they were merciless in their flirting with him. It had been a treat to witness and something that Adrien planned to tease him about for the rest of his life.

Another interesting thing was that it was also apparent that they acted the same way with each other, but it was even worse. They weren't exactly subtle with their casual touches and flirtatious whispers. In fact, it was rather entertaining to watch as the one he knew to be Alya repeatedly made her counterpart blush.

“That’s it,” he heard Marinette say with a stubborn note to her tone, her cheeks flushed for the tenth time that day, “You're going home.”

“Aww,” Alya teased, a smirk playing at her lips, “I was having fun.”

Marinette rolled her eyes as she walked around Alya in order to untie the bow that held the other woman’s apron in place, pulling it over her head once that was done.

“Please,” she said sarcastically, “You've been working me to send you home all day.”

Alya watched Marinette hang the apron on it’s appropriate hook with a sly grin. “True…” She all but closed the distance between her and Marinette.

These women didn't seem to have the concept of personal space. She waited for Marinette to face her, completely undisturbed by the proximity.

Adrien tilted his head in curiosity, his tail twitching beside him in his perch. A part of him felt guilty that he might be intruding on what felt like a very personal moment between the women, but he just couldn't bring himself to look away.

“But,” Alya continued, “I made sure to pace myself so you wouldn't send me home too early.”

Marinette snickered before pushing Alya away with a finger to her nose. “Go,” she said, “get set up for movie night. I expect dinner when I get home.”

Alya nipped at the offending appendage, smirking when answered with squeak. She then kissed Marinette's cheek before turning and gathering her coat and keys. As she made her way to the kitchen’s back door, she waved over her shoulder with a refusal to make any promises.

Adrien’s eyes widened as the whole day clicked into place. If he was being honest, he could smack himself with how obvious it all should have been. What was it that Nino had said about him and his dad…?

Wait… If they were in a relationship, why were they flirting with Nino as much as they did? Considering the display they put on this morning, and assuming that's how it was every morning, they had to know the effect they had on him… didn't they? But if they did know, then what did that mean?

He watched as Marinette stood there for a moment staring after the other woman. When she turned back with an amused shake of her head, there was a light dusting of pink across her nose.

Curious.

*****

A few hours later, the last of the customers left the little cafe and Marinette followed behind them to lock the front door, wishing them a wonderful evening and flipping the open sign to closed. Once she was alone, she paused to look around the empty space and started her cleaning routine for the night.

As she was finishing up, Adrien realized that now would probably be a good time to reveal his presence. He was aware that he might be able to sneak out as she left, but it was unlikely to not be caught, for one. For two, he still wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye yet.

He moved around the counter where she was just turning from to go to the kitchen. When she saw movement from the corner of her eye, she jumped, startled at the presence of another in her little cafe. She braced herself on the counter to keep from falling.

Adrien’s tail swished behind him as he couldn’t help the amusement combined with a little guilt for having scared her that rose in his chest. After a moment she sank to the floor, a hand held against her chest, taking a deep breath before turning to the little black cat waiting patiently for her to address him.

“Where did you come from, little guy?” she finally asked, holding her hand out to him.

With that invitation, he moved forward to sniff at her fingers. He knew her scent already, having spent all day following her and Alya around. It had taken some time to pick out their scents among all baked goods and the coffee, not to mention the customers.

However, when his nose bumped against her and he took in the smell that was purely her own, he could feel his heart swell.

This.

This was what had kept him here all day.

Adrien immediately started purring and rubbed his face against her knuckles. She obligingly closed her hand until he let up the pressure. Before she could do much else, he had moved to her lap and stood tall, using the front of her shoulder as a brace so he could reach her face.

“Oh my,” she giggled, “You’re a friendly one aren’t you?” Marinette lowered her head to give him better access as she reached up to pet his back and scratch at his neck.

In response, his purr increased in volume, allowing himself to get lost in her smell and her touch.

“How did you get in here?” Marinette pulled away just enough to look at him again.

He was just now opening his striking green eyes to watch her once again. She hadn’t realized that he had closed them. And looking into them now, a thought suddenly struck her.

When did he get in here?

She hooked her hands under his ribs and picked him up so she could stand. Once she was up, she held Adrien to her chest and resumed her original path before her little discovery. She pulled out an open bottle of cream and a small dish.

Adrien perked up in her arms, watching intently as she poured just a little of the heavenly substance into the dish and set it on the floor for him. The moment his feet touched the floor, he moved up and just before he dove in he stopped short to chirp his thanks at her.

She giggled again and ran a hand down his back.

“You’re welcome, little guy.”

Marinette stood, leaning her hip against the counter and tapped her chin. After a moment, she pulled out her phone to send a text. Then leaned back down to a squatting position, only for Adrien to race over and rub his side against her shins. She reached over to scratch behind his ear.

“Hey, how would you like to come home with me tonight?”

Hearing this, his head perked up. He jumped into her lap and chirped happily at her. Warmth spread through his chest at the giggle that escaped her once again.

He liked that sound.

Picking up the now empty dish, Marinette stood to wash it before turning to pull on her coat and grab her purse. Then she pulled on a set of earmuffs and gloves.

Looking at her all bundled up in winter gear, he found himself unable to tear his eyes away from her.

She. Was. Adorable.

The coat’s red wool stopped just above her knees, hugging in all the right places and flaring out slightly at her hips. A black belt was tied in the back instead of wrapping around the front. The lower hem, mandarin collar and cuffs were lined with what looked like black fur. The coat itself was very sleek in its design with no buttons or pockets to be seen. The zipper that held it closed was sturdy, but unassuming and well hidden among the fur collar.

The red earmuffs brought out the blue tint to her midnight hair, pulled up in a messy top bun. And her red gloves, black leggings and cute, fur lined boots completed the look perfectly.

When she finally turned to him and leaned down to invite him into her arms, it took him a second to bring himself to move. He was hypnotised.

Seeing him stare at her, she smiled and stood up.

“What do you think?” she asked, spinning around to model for him. “I made it myself.”

If a cat could blush, he definitely would have been doing just that. He was impressed to say the least.

He finally moved up to her and let her pick him up once again, they left the little cafe.

Marinette set him down in her car and after plugging her phone in to start charging, they set off to a nearby grocery store.

“I’ll be right back, Little Guy. I just need to pick up some ice cream and a few other things.” And with that, she was off.

Left alone in the car, Adrien reflected on his day. Eventually, his mind wandered to his best friend, and a bubble of guilt rose in him. That was when he noticed that Marinette had left her phone with him.

Quickly, he checked to make sure no one was nearby when he shifted to his human form and grabbed the phone.

It only rang once before the line picked up.

“Lahiffe.” Adrien flinched a little at the all-business tone his friend used. He was unused to it being used on him and he had to remind himself that he wasn’t using his own phone.

“Nino, I can explain.” He had to stop at the sound of a breath being released on the other end of the line.

“You went for a run this morning and ended up at The LadyBlogger Café and you just couldn’t help yourself, so you shifted into a cat and went in.”

There was a beat of silence before, “You found my clothes on the roof.”

“Yeah, man. I found your clothes on the roof.” Nino paused. Adrien could just picture him removing his hat to run a hand through his hair. “You do know I’m in real hot water here, right?”

“I’m sorry, Nino,” Adrien said, checking his surroundings once again to make sure Marinette wasn’t back yet. “Listen, I don’t have much time. I just wanted to let you know that I’m okay and I should be back tomorrow.”

“...Wait,” His best friend’s voice suddenly sounded much more alert. “Where are you now?”

“I’m… uh… currently sitting in Marinette’s car waiting for her to return from the grocery store.”

There was another pause.

“Does she know you’re anything besides a normal house cat?”

Adrien smirked as he checked the windows again. “You mean besides a super friendly house cat?”

The phone went so silent that Adrien had to check if the line had disconnected.

It had not.

When he placed the phone by his ear again, he could hear movement on the other side.

“Right,” came Nino’s tired voice, “We’ll talk more tomorrow.” He paused. “And Adrien.”

“Yeah?” The guilt Adrien had felt earlier tripled.

“Take care. And don’t reveal yourself. My job is hard enough right now without bringing Nonmagics into all this.”

“I won’t. And thanks Nino. Seriously, I really appreciate it.”

“You got it, Dude.” Nino laughed a little. “Just don’t make a habit of this. I can only handle so much Grumpy Gabe.”

Adrien laughed at that, asking, “Is there any other kind?”

He was rewarded with the sound of Nino’s chuckle. “Later, Man.”

“Later.” Adrien looked at the phone and tapped the red button, ending the call. Then he went in and deleted it from Marinette’s call history before setting the phone down where Marinette had left it.

With that done, He shifted back into the little black cat that Marinette was expecting.

When she got back, Adrien watched as she placed a couple of bags on the passenger side floor. She reached over to scratch his head in greeting before buckling herself in and starting the car.

Adrien found himself watching their path through the window, committing this journey to memory. Nino had asked him to not make a habit out of today, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t still visit.

It didn’t take long for them to arrive at their destination. Once parked, Marinette got out and rounded the little car. She opened the passenger side door and grabbed the groceries in one hand. Adrien went to her, making it easy for her to pick him up, when she called for him.

As she straightened, he decided that it would be easiest for her if she had at least one hand free to open her front door. So, he climbed up to rest over her shoulder, causing her to giggle once more.

“I’m home,” Marinette called once she was inside. She set to pull three bowls from the cupboards: two for the ice cream she had bought and one small enough for a can of tuna.

“What took you so long, Girl? Movie night was about to start without you.” Adrien could hear Alya’s voice coming from the other room.

Marinette opened the can of tuna and as the scent hit him, he realized that he hadn’t had anything to eat all day. Having gone out to run long before anyone would think to send breakfast up to his room.

The smell of fish consumed him and he happily jumped down from Marinette’s shoulder, stopping just long enough to press against her leg and sound his thanks.

She reached down to pet him, giggling at his antics.

“You’re very welcome,” she muttered to him before turning to fill the larger bowls with ice cream.

He had stopped paying attention to the conversation between the two women the moment the concept of food had occurred to him, thought he was fairly certain that he had heard the word “surprise” mentioned somewhere.

It didn’t take long for him to eat the tuna that had been set out and once finished, he turned to find Marinette returning to the kitchen.

“Hold on. Don’t get up,” she was saying.

“Too late,” Alya stated, her voice moving closer, “I’m up!”

“Alya!” Marinette laughed, pushing her girlfriend out of sight. “Wait! You’re going to ruin it!”

Alya huffed and seemed to stop pushing.

“Close your eyes,” Marinette demanded, trying to stifle another giggle.

Alya let out a long and dramatic groan before she started almost whining, “Mari, hurry up!”

Adrien rounded the corner to join them just in time to see Alya drop her head back impatiently. As he approached them, he rubbed against Marinette’s now bare ankles to let her know that he was there.

“Okay, okay” she said, “One sec.” She reached down to pick him up again.

It was amusing to Adrien to see the suspicious expression on Alya’s face as Marinette took the other woman’s hand in her own and guided it to his neck, encouraging her to pet him. Her eyes snapped open and lit up at the sight of the little black cat. Then she looked up at her girlfriend.

“He’s adorable. It is a ‘he’ right?” She bent her head as if she wanted to check but decided against it at the last second.

“Yes, he’s a ‘he’.” Marinette laughed again. “I’d say ‘boy’ but that seems a little young to me.” She pressed her face to him, causing him to purr even louder than he had been before.

Alya chuckled. “I think he likes you. Where did you find him?”

“At the cafe. He revealed himself to me just as I was about to head out.” The two of them started moving to the living room to make themselves comfortable in the mountain of blankets on the couch. “I think he may have gotten in with one of the customers and, just,” she paused to adjust herself, “never left.”

Once settled, Alya had her feet propped up on the coffee table, Marinette was leaning on her right side with her legs curled under her and Adrien was placed between them, so they could both enjoy his company.

“Huh, I wonder if he belongs to someone…” Alya mused, scratching under his chin. She suddenly smiled, and, to Adrien’s surprise, booped his nose. “In the meantime, do I get to name him?”

Marinette glanced at her girlfriend sideways before saying, “I think that would depend on the name…”

Alya hummed thoughtfully for a moment, watching as Adrien blinked, then proceeded to clean his face. “What about… Plagg?”

Adrien paused to look at Alya. Judging by the look on her face, he couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. He couldn’t help but hope she was. He really didn’t want to be called ‘Plagg’.

“What?” came Marinette’s response, “That’s a terrible name for him. Maybe for, like, a grumpy cat or something. Not for someone as friendly as this little guy.”

Thank you.

Adrien resumed cleaning his face. If he were to choose a name for himself, it would have to be something like Ch-

“How about Chat Noir?” Marinette asked.

Adrien froze mid-lick to his paw and blinked.

Did she just…? Did I just…?

He slowly returned his paw to the blanket and started watching Marinette. She was looking up at Alya as the latter mulled over the suggested name.

Alya was watching him as she tested the name, before saying to Marinette, “Well, it's not very imaginative, but I guess it works. I think he likes it anyways. He hasn't stopped looking at you since you said it.” She reached over to rub his ear.

Adrien couldn't help but close his eyes contentedly at the gesture, causing Marinette to giggle at him before suggesting they start movie night.

It was then that both of the young women settled further into their mountain of blankets, hit play and began eating their ice cream. Adrien made himself more comfortable in the blankets and snuggling closer.

As the movie went on, Adrien paid little attention to it. The warmth and happiness in this room was intoxicating. He couldn’t resist letting himself be lost in it, lost in the heavenly scents that surrounded him, lost in the cuddles that he was so unaccustomed to receiving. He was content to just stay here, in this moment.

He didn't notice when he started squirming in his spot. He didn't notice when it was that he started feeling a little overheated. Or when Marinette’s attention had turned to him over the movie.

What he did notice was the note of curiosity in Marinette’s voice when she spoke.

“Hey, Alya?”

“Yeah?” Alya’s attention was still on the movie. When he opened his eyes to look at her, her cheeks were slightly flushed. It was then that he heard a seductive moan coming from the television. He vaguely wondered what movie was playing.

His eyes turned to Marinette when she spoke again.

“When do cats go into heat?” She was looking at him, her head just tilted to one side.

What? Why would she ask that?

“Beats the hell outta me,” Alya muttered, still entranced by the scene playing before her. “God, they’re so hot.” She absentmindedly moved to pet Adrien, curling her fingers to half massage his side.

Marinette pulled out her phone and started looking something up.

Distracted by the gentle petting, Adrien moved his head to better smell the hand that treated him so, licking it to show his approval, his purr almost deafening to his own ears.

It was a few minutes before Marinette spoke up again. When she did she sounded rather intrigued.

“Huh...” she said, still looking at her phone.

“What?” Alya asked, still gently massaging the squirming cat between them.

“Well, apparently male cats don't go into heat.”

Adrien’s attention snapped to Marinette once again. He narrowed his eyes at her, wondering why she needed to know this information. And what had gotten her so curious about it? Did she think there was something going on with him? That didn’t make any sense...

“What do you mean? Of course they do,” Alya responded, her attention still wrapped up in the movie they had been watching.

“No,” Marinette said, “Apparently, they respond to the scent of the females around them who are in heat.”

There was silence.

Adrien stilled as the implications of Marinette’s discovery occurred to him. It was in this moment that he noticed that his breathing had been heavier, and just what he may have been doing while he was squirming…

And if his behavior had made Marinette curious to look it up….

Oh…

Oh no...

Alya’s ministrations on his side stopped as she slowly turned to stare at her girlfriend, letting the information set in. When Marinette finally moved to look at her with a raised eyebrow, Alya locked eyes with her.

Before anyone knew what was happening, Alya was on her feet and moving around the couch, knocking Marinette off balance. Her shoulders were tense, raised up near her ears as she stated, “No.”

Marinette straightened herself on the couch where she’d fallen into the now empty seat beside her, catching Adrien before she accidentally shoved him off of the couch completely. The two of them looked at each other before turning toward Alya.

“No,” she said again, her voice raising in pitch. “No. No. No, no, no.” She narrowed her eyes, righteous fury burning behind the near-golden color.

Adrien’s heart steadily climbed into his throat.

“Absolutely not!” This time her voice raised an octave as she pointed an accusatory finger in his direction.

A small part of his mind hoped that he could be mistaken and that she was actually pointing a Marinette… but if he was honest with himself… He knew that was not the case. He was still trying to put all the pieces together through his shock when Alya finally just gave him the answer.

“I am not fucking the cat!”

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