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[uss-genderprise]

get bit, idiot

[vennilavee]

A Lover's Brew

thank you so much to @fitztantrum for these GORGEOUS COVERS...I AM IN LOVE.

Pairing: vampire gojo satoru x witch reader, vampire mei mei x witch reader, gojo satoru x reader x mei mei

Summary: you're a witch, and the cute owner of the astral apothecary. your apothecary is known to be one of a kind, with all and any of the magical ingredients that anyone could possibly need. two of your loyal vampire customers, gojo and mei mei, are on a mission- to see who can sleep with you first. unbeknownst to you. or is it? (this is an 18+ fic)

Word Count: 8264

Warnings: alcohol, cursing, gojo and mei mei place a bet on who's going to sleep with oc first lol, oc is kind of an unreliable narrator and it's on purpose, biting, blood sucking, the use of the word 'whore' and 'slutty', one mention of curly hair

Smut Warnings: choking, car sex, a sex dream, scissoring, praise, everyone wants to fuck lol

A/N: yes ive been talking abt this fic for months... congrats to me for getting this out on gojo's bday<3 please rb/comment if you enjoyed this! this fic is 18+

The Astral Apothecary was positively brimming with people today. You’re already sweating through your thin striped purple shirt, sure that sweat stains are visible under your arms. Oh well. It’s only a few days before Halloween, and your apothecary is the only one around for miles.

And your apothecary only carries the finest quality ingredients, if you say so yourself. Though, Shoko would definitely disagree and argue that her shop, the Honey Home, is superior.

It’s all in good fun, that usually ends up with you casting a pesky little spell to keep her company that expires after a few hours. Nothing too serious- only something like having a cute little rain cloud follow her around, drizzling Shoko’s clothes in a light rain.

But she doesn’t do the same with you, instead she scolds you and tells you to grow up. To which you very dramatically roll your eyes in response and tell her that if she truly wanted to be mature, she wouldn’t argue that her shop was better than yours.

And she would zap you lightly with a tiny bolt of electricity through her fingertips. Again, all in good fun.

You’ve always had this dream of sharing your witchy bits and bobs with the world. You’ve always wanted your apothecary to be a place where witches and wizards and warlocks could come together. Sometimes werewolves and vampires come by, too.

Such as one very annoying Gojo Satoru, who is currently strutting into your shop as if it’s not the fourth time this week that he’s been here. And it’s only Wednesday.

“We’re closed,” you say dryly from the shelf that you’re restocking, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh, is that so?” Gojo drawls as he always does, honey slipping off of his dead tongue, “Doesn’t look closed to me.”

He looks at you from over his sunglasses, his icy blue eyes absolutely blinding. You can barely make eye contact with him on a good day, let alone when he’s clearly currently on a mission to fluster you.

“Unless you’re my delivery of root of solir, then yes we are closed,” you mutter, turning your back to him to dust off the shelves.

“You have plenty of solir over there, sweetheart,” he says. Damn him and his stupidly astute eyesight.

What else would you expect from a vampire? Much less one of the most powerful vampires from possibly the most powerful vampire clan in existence?

“Put your sunglasses on, I don’t want to see your ridiculous eyes. Nobody’s eyes should be that blue,” you mutter.

“Relax, I’m here on business today-”

“Oh, for once. As if that’s ever stopped you before, Gojo-”

“You don’t want my business?” Gojo asks, raising an eyebrow. You roll your eyes and bite your tongue, but remain silent. He smirks.

“How can I help you today,” you ask reluctantly, through gritted teeth.

“Mei Mei placed an order a few weeks ago for wolfsbane, healing crystals, dragon venom and silver leaves. She got a text that it’s ready, so I’m here for it,” Gojo shrugs, leaning over the counter. He dares to allow his sunglasses to slide down his nose, much to your chagrin.

“What, are you her delivery boy now?” you scoff, “It’s ready.”

Gojo doesn’t miss the skip in your heartbeat at the mention of Mei Mei. It confirms what he already knows.

“Oh, good, you know, she would’ve come by. But she got tied up with something at the school,” Gojo says. It’s a lie, but you don’t have to know that. You perk up instantly at that.

“Really? Well… will you tell her to stop by sometime soon? W-we got a new shipment of rose essence, she uses it in her hair sometimes. She told me,” you say somewhat meekly, feeling blood rush into your cheeks. You clear your throat.

“Course I’ll tell her, sweetheart. Don’t you worry your pretty head over it,” he smirks and winks at you.

You shudder, his slick smirk tattooed in your mind long after he leaves the apothecary. This is how he almost always leaves you- with a few choice words, a few fleeting touches. He always leaves you waiting, waiting and wanting.

....

As he always does, Gojo Satoru barges through the doors of the office with no regard to the surrounding silence. The man knows (and loves) to make an entrance.

Mei Mei doesn’t bother levelling him with a scathing glare. He carefully drops the heavy cardboard box to the floor, the gingerly wrapped glass bottles clinking together quietly.

“Got your stuff,” Gojo says cheerily, “Our girl says she got a shipment of rose essence. Said to let you know, asked when you’d come by.”

Mei Mei snorts. “She’d like that wouldn’t she?”

“She sure would,” Gojo nods, “She likes me better than you, though.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that. She can’t stand you, and who can blame her-”

“Trust me, she does. Once she gets a taste, she won’t be able to get enough-”

“Oh, shut up. You think everyone likes you because you’re a whore.”

“No, everyone likes me because I’m dashing and I like to bite,” Gojo says leaning over Mei Mei’s desk, “Even you.”

“Oh, please-”

“Yup, that’s exactly how you sounded that night, sweetheart,” Gojo says smugly. Mei Mei stands up from her plush leather seat, squares her shoulders and flips her powder blue braid to the side to meet his eyes.

She hates how his perfectly moisturized, shiny lower lip juts out the way it does. What a nuisance. Gojo Satoru is nothing if not vain, even by a vampire’s standards.

“That night will never happen again,” Mei Mei hisses, “Not even in your wildest dreams.”

“Right, that’s what you said the first time,” Gojo scoffs, “Wanna bet on it?”

“I’m not betting on anything with you,” she says swiftly.

“Oh? I’ve never known you to back down from a challenge. You getting soft with your old age?” Gojo jeers.

“You’re literally older than me, you fool,” Mei Mei mutters.

“I bet I can get her in bed before you can,” Gojo continues, ignoring her as if she hadn’t spoken.

“You’re disgusting,” Mei Mei rolls her eyes but her interest is piqued. She knows this is something she can win, considering the way you respond to her whenever she shows up at the apothecary.

Gojo gives her another sickly sweet smirk, one that solidifies Mei Mei’s decision. In the name of vampiric feminism, she hopes she is forgiven.

“I’m in, and I’m gonna win.”

....

A thin sheen of sweat lines your brow as you flick your fingers to shift the direction of the steel ladle in your brass cauldron. It sits in the middle of the shop, bubbling a lovely lilac shade. It’s bewitched to smell enticing to whoever enters the shop.

Shoko would call it “sketchy business practice”. You call it advertising.

Your nose twitches when the little bell attached to the top of the front door rings softly. You can smell the scent of her woodsy perfume already wafting into the shop and when you raise your head, you’re met with none other than Mei Mei.

Your heart does a funny thing. Mei Mei hears it, and you know it.

Her perfectly manicured glossy, black nails tap against the countertop. If it was anyone else, you’d find it annoying. But not with her.

“Long time no see,” Mei Mei drawls, her voice a melodic chime that floats along with the soft song playing in the background.

“It’s been a week or so,” you say with a shrug, “Not that long.”

Nine days exactly, but who’s counting?

“It’s felt like longer since I’ve seen you,” she nearly purrs, painted lips twisted into a smile. The barest hint of her fangs are visible-

Your throat goes a little dry.

“Gojo tells me you’ve got something for me.”

“Well, he talks a lotta shit doesn’t he?”

That pulls a dry laugh from Mei Mei, which makes you flutter internally. “That he does,” she murmurs.

“It’s rose essence. You came here a few weeks ago, you use it for your hair. Keeps it nice and shiny. And smelling nice.”

“And does it?” Mei Mei asks, “Keep it nice and shiny? And smelling nice?”

“If it didn’t, you wouldn’t continue to buy it,” you mutter. It pulls a laugh from her. Your lips quirk up as you fail to hide the slamming of your heart in your ribcage. You know that Mei Mei can hear it, if the way her dark eyes gleam is any indication.

Her fangs shine in the dim light of the store when she smiles. It sends a feathery shudder up your spine.

Mei Mei buys a carton of rose essence and a few other necessities, namely a pretty pink potion (that you created) that makes blood bags last longer than its usual expiration of nine days.

Her burgundy painted lips move, but you don’t really hear her when she speaks. You’re too busy staring at her lips, wondering how they might feel on yours. Not a single stroke of color is out of place on the outlines of her mouth- you wonder if she might enjoy the sight of her lipstick on your skin-

“That’ll be uh….three thousand four hundred yen,” you say clearly, pulling your thoughts away from the inevitable spiral that you’re heading down. You’re suddenly eager to go home, frustration building in your belly.

You swallow nervously- you can feel her piercing gaze on you despite not looking at her. Can she read thoughts? Can vampires read thoughts?

“Keep the change,” she says breathily, handing you a wad of cash. Despite her cold, undead fingers brushing against yours, you scoff.

“The change is five extra yen. Thanks for your altruism,” you mutter. Still, she laughs and takes her bags, sauntering out of the store in a slow hurry. The bell rings to indicate that the door has closed and you let out a long breath.

Competition has always been one of Mei Mei’s vulnerabilities, especially when it comes to Gojo Satoru. The undead man is infuriating, with his stupidly white hair that just so happens to fall effortlessly in his eyes. His blindingly blue eyes that he doesn’t allow very many people to see, except for those close to him.

There is no shade of blue that can compare, not when Gojo hovers over Mei Mei like this. His arms bracket her head as he slowly glides in and out of her warm wetness, lips grazing the corner of her painted mouth. He tugs her jaw towards him so she can meet his eyes and she absolutely falters.

There is no shade of blue that can compare to the way Gojo looks at Mei Mei in this moment- the pinprick of intensity that lines his irises as he holds her closer, rubs her clit in that way. Her cheeks are heated, somehow warm with color as he kisses her roughly. Her hands wander over the expanse of his back before squeezing his ass and he groans into her mouth.

“Satoru…” Mei Mei murmurs, “‘M close-”

“I know, sweetheart,” he groans, “Me too-”

And then there’s you. You’re watching them- the hurried rise and fall of Mei Mei’s chest, the way her hips meet Gojo’s thrusts- with your hands unashamedly in your panties from the black loveseat in what you assume is Gojo’s bedroom. You catch a glimpse of his striking eyes as he whispers something that you cannot hear to Mei Mei and turns his head to look at you.

You’re watching something that you probably shouldn’t be. But Gojo only smiles at you in that saccharine way, stilling inside of Mei Mei, and beckons you closer. Nearly tripping over your own feet as you strip and lay next to Mei Mei, hands running over her chest. Mei Mei opens her mouth, about to say something, her voice surely soft and raspy, but-

Your subconscious is rudely plunged back into reality as your alarm goes off. A dream. What a shame. Good morning to you. Your panties feel sticky and you’re uncomfortably aroused with nothing but Gojo Satoru’s thick, veiny cock and the bounce of Mei Mei’s tits in your mind’s eye.

With a groan and the ache in between your legs nearly forgotten, you rub your eyes in frustration as you begin your day.

You can’t decide whether you’re hoping that you can catch a glimpse of Mei Mei and Gojo at the apothecary today or not.

It’s about a week later, and Gojo hasn’t made much movement with his bet with Mei Mei. Objectively, it’s a little skeevy, but he’s never one to back down from a little healthy competition. Besides, they both have an eternal lifetime of damnation to make it up to you if you do get upset.

He knows Mei Mei has been frequenting the Apothecary, even if she avoids telling him. She’s just as competitive as he is, after all.

Utahime had caught wind of their little bet the other day, and smacked them both upside the head. She had stormed into the lounge, hot on their heels and probably ready to bite both of their heads off (fangs and all). It was probably the only time he and Mei Mei had ever agreed on anything-

“Well, you’re more than welcome to join in on the bet.”

“Or join in with us, in general.”

Which had earned another sharp smack upside their heads, respectively. Along with a scathing glare and a long tirade about how irresponsible they both were.

But today is a new day. And he plans on visiting you in the Apothecary once more. Gojo already has a plan of how he’s going to sweep you off your feet. He thinks you’re quite easy to read. He knows what people say of him- that he’s got a few screws loose. But Gojo is nothing if not observant.

He has a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand as he walks towards your shop. He’s also wearing silver rings and a thin necklace- he’s seen how your pupils dilate when he does. He’s no fool. It’s easy to want to impress you when he’s had a sweet spot for you for a long time anyway.

His thoughts drift to you once more, for the millionth time this week. He thinks of the way your curly strands of hair fall into your eyes and how you constantly swipe at the strands with your always manicured nails. Maybe you’ve painted your nails purple today-

Leaning over the counter in the shop, arms held close to your chest. Your dress is low cut and Gojo doesn’t hide his ogling.

He feels a gentle zing slide up his spine as you smirk at him with no guilt in your gaze. “Eyes up here, Satoru,” you say in a sing-song voice.

“Can’t help it,” he shrugs, unashamed.

“Oh, I know. I wouldn’t be able to help it either,” you reply, your gaze slowly dripping over his tall frame. He smirks at you in return. Gojo knows where he stands with you- you both only look at each other. No touching. Not yet, at least.

You hold your hand out to him with a pout and what is he meant to do other than take it in his own? Your palms are rough with the hard work that comes with being a witch in this city.

“Your hands are so big,” you marvel, tilting your head to the side. As if this is practiced. It probably is. Your voice is sugary and spicy, eyes glinting with mischief.

Gojo hums, ignoring the stroking of his ego with your words. “Maybe your hands are just small.”

“Maybe,” you shrug, “Help me with something? What color should I paint my nails?”

Gojo is no fool. He knows what it means when a woman asks what color she should paint her nails.

“Purple. Like a lilac shade. It’ll look pretty on you,” Gojo says, “Though, anything looks pretty on you, sweetheart.”

“Shut up, Gojo. You don’t need to throw me a line, I’m not one of your groupies.”

“That’s not what it looks like from where I’m standing.”

When Gojo swings the heavy, dark cherry door open, he’s immediately met with the scent of sandalwood and jasmine. He spots your glittery black cauldron in the center of the shop, a curiously sunflower yellow potion bubbling away.

He’s been here enough to know that it’s the healing potion you provide for the hospital on a weekly basis. The sunflower yellow potion is the one meant for werewolf cubs. Gojo is certain that Nanami’s probably going to stop by either today or tomorrow to pick up a few vials for Yuuji. He’s heard that Yuuji’s been sick the last few days, considering that he’s a newly bitten werewolf.

“Good evening Satoru,” you say from the backroom. Of course you already know he’s here.

“It sure is a good evening,” Gojo murmurs. You come out from the backroom with some dirt on your nose and your pink witch hat a little crooked. You brush away any remaining dirt on your wide legged purple pants and clear your throat.

Blood rushes to your cheeks at the sight of yellow, red and orange flowers being held steady in Gojo’s hand. You catch the glint of the ring on his right hand and swallow.

“Those are pretty,” you say, turning your back on him to focus on restocking your supply of bat wings, “You got a date later? Why are you here?”

“No I don’t have a date later,” he resists the urge to roll his eyes, “They are pretty, like you. They’re for you.”

“For me?” you nearly fall off of the stool you’re standing on, “Really?”

“Yes,” Gojo says easily, catching a glimpse of your nails. They’re a light lilac shade, just as he had suggested. Nice. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, so…”

You’re enthralled by him and the flowers, hardly able to believe it. You can’t recall a time that anyone’s ever purchased flowers for you, much less the man that you’ve been harboring a not so subtle crush on for who knows how long. Your heart bursts, affection blooming within the crevices of your ventricles for none other than Gojo Satoru.

“Thanks, Satoru. It… it, uh, means a lot. I mean it,” you say sincerely, rummaging around to find a nice vase for the flowers. You twirl your fingers for water to fill up in the vase and place the bouquet into the vase right in front of you at the counter.

“Now I’ll see it everyday,” you say happily.

“I’m happy you like it,” Gojo says, leaning forward over the counter and closer to you, “Your hat is a little crooked. I’ll fix it.”

You inhale sharply as the warm, vanilla scent of his cologne wafts into your nose. His eyes flash in your direction, not that you can tell. His skin is pale, nearly translucent but not quite. Pale enough that you can catch the faint lines of his prominent veins as they run up and down his arms.

Gojo’s neck is exposed, and you also catch the two circular bite marks on the right side of his neck. Either he didn’t care to conceal his...activities, or he forgot to. You have a strong feeling it’s the former. The red, purplish bruising on his pale skin is a striking contrast, and you can’t help but stare a little long at it.

You lick your lips. Gojo notices.

It must be on purpose that his black dress shirt is unbuttoned a few more buttons than usual. Your gaze lingers on the exposed expanse of his chest. And of course, your wet dream from earlier in the week trespasses into your mind. Flashes of his sinewy muscles, his powerful thighs replay in your mind and you drool. Gojo Satoru is standing right in front of you and what you wouldn’t give to see him like that in your reality.

You shift on your feet. Gojo notices. He also notices the tips of your ears and your cheeks are heated, your heart racing and you smell sweet.

His bottom lip is perfectly plump and glossy. You wonder how it might feel, pulled into your own mouth or gentle along the ridges of your chest. Or your neck. Is he compelling you right now? No, he can’t be. You have a spell on you that prevents any supernatural being from compelling you at all.

This is real. Though, that’s nothing new.

“Thank you for the flowers, Satoru,” you say softly, “They’re lovely.”

You’ve seen Mei Mei outside of the apothecary a few times now- she had asked you to get coffee, you had run into her at the grocery store (where she was in the blood and spice aisle), and at a nearby park. In fact, you’ve added an emoji to her name on your cell phone. Which is an honor that only a few people have.

Gojo Satoru is one of the few, of course.

Mei Mei had texted you out of the blue, a few days before the full moon, asking if you’d like to have dinner with her. She had invited you to have dinner with her in her home in the forest. Knowing Mei Mei, she’d be dressed to the nines. Which meant that you would be dressed up to the nines.

Not that you particularly minded.

You head out of your apartment wearing a powder blue satin dress, black heels and a pretty nude lipstick (applied to your lips via your magic. You were never great at a seamless lipstick application). The dress made you feel expensive- which is the same way Mei Mei made you feel whenever you were with her.

To your surprise, Mei Mei is waiting outside for you with a fresh bouquet of flowers while leaning against her sleek, black motorcycle.

“Oh,” you say, “I was going to drive to you.”

“You don’t even know where I live,” Mei Mei deadpans, “Besides, I texted you, remember?”

You don’t remember, but you bite your tongue. You tell her to wait outside as you place the flowers in a vase in the shop. She's patient, with her arms crossed.

She laughs when you nearly trip trying to walk back to her in your heels.

“Well, are you going to get on or what?” she quips, but greets you with a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before adjusting a helmet on your head.

“Watch the hair,” you mutter, using your magic to flick her on the forehead. Her perfectly painted lips pull apart into a grin.

“Sure thing, princess.”

The castle, you begin to realize, is the same one that Gojo Satoru also lived in. It’s somehow hidden in the expanse of the lush forest, tucked away between the shadows that the moonlight casts on the forest floor. It’s not a particularly huge castle by any means. It’s more cozy than anything.

You don’t know if he’s home, or if anyone else who lives in this castle is home, but you don’t think about it. Because watching Mei Mei put the finishing touches on dinner for you is a vision in itself.

She moves so elegantly, each shift and sway of her arm filled with purpose and power. Mei Mei could snap you in half and drain you of your blood easily. You shiver in excitement. Her glossy, baby blue hair tumbles past her shoulders effortlessly, shining with the lights in the dining room.

You try, and fail, not to look down her low-cut dress when she bends at the waist to place food in your place. You both know that she notices.

“You and Gojo,” Mei Mei shakes her head, “You’re both the same. So obvious about where your eyes go.”

“Gojo? You really want to talk about Gojo right now?” you ask incredulously.

She scoffs, “You and I both know you were thinking it.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to be so loud about it…”

“Eat up, princess. Food’s getting cold.”

Warmth spreads through your limbs as you sip on your wine with your feet tucked under you on the couch. The crackling of the fireplace is comforting, its warmth coating your skin like a soft blanket. You watch Mei Mei pour out another glass of wine for herself, her dark eyes glowing with the embers of the fireplace.

Her eyes are sharp, piercing right through the layers of magic that you’ve built around you. Mei Mei can feel the poking and prodding of your magic curling around her, almost with its own soothing heartbeat. You weren’t stupid enough to walk into the vampire’s den with absolutely no protective spells. Mei Mei can admire that.

“My mother used to warn me against vampires, you know,” you say off-handedly.

“Oh, is that so?” Mei Mei murmurs, curling up next to you on the brown leather sofa. The sofa looks brand new, barely worn in, but is still very comfortable.

“Said they’d suck me dry for all I was worth,” you shrug.

“And did you tell them that that’s exactly what you wanted?” she says with a laugh, eyes trained on the now fading, circular bruises on your neck. The deep, purple remnants of the last time you had seen Mei Mei still remain on your skin.

The memory of you sitting in Mei Mei’s lap on this very couch a week or so ago, quietly asking her to finally bite you is one seared into her brain. Her eyes flash at you as she licks her lips, fangs on display.

You cross one leg over the other, relaxing into the plush of the sofa. Mei Mei’s eyes not so subtly track the glimpse of your thighs as you shift. A quiet, dull throb echoes in her head as she thinks about the dazed, happy look in your eyes when she had drank blood from you. Witches’ blood is known to be sweet, but she swears that your blood is the sweetest honey-

Your black top haphazardly hangs off of your shoulders as Mei Mei presses her nose into your neck and inhales deeply. She can nearly taste your pulse jumping against your carotid vein- would you be as sweet as you smelled? Your warm, vanilla perfume bubbles into her nose but her senses are overwhelmed by the scent of your blood.

Witches’ blood. It’s coveted, and Mei Mei has the prettiest witch right here in her lap. Your lips are bitten and shiny, remnants from your gloss stuck on Mei Mei’s lips. You had ended up in this castle because she had requested a delivery of her products from the Apothecary.

And so here you were, one basket of potions later, in Mei Mei’s lap as she mouths at your chest while your hips move in time with hers. Her lips are even cold, not that you should’ve expected anything else.

“Look so pretty like this,” she coos, holding your face with her hand. Her freshly manicured nails are sharp against your skin, but she’ll never hurt you. Mei Mei lays you flat against the couch and buries her face in your tits without warning. You groan loudly when her lips swirl your clothed nipple- she must be impatient because she unclasps your bra and tosses it across the floor in seconds.

“O-oh,” you gasp as her cold lips press against your chest. Your back arches with each pass of her tongue on your skin. She makes you feel like the only person in the world, the way she looks at you, the way she holds you.

“This is Gojo’s shirt, isn’t it?” Mei Mei asks abruptly, tugging at the black material.

You don’t reply, too enchanted by the way her fangs protrude, nearly piercing her own bottom lip.

“Answer me, princess,” she coaxes you, finger pressed against your cheek.

“N-no, it’s my shirt. He… he stole it from me and I-I just got it back,” you breathe. Her lips curl into another smirk.

“That Gojo Satoru. Always taking what isn’t his.”

“I sure hope you’re not referring to me.”

Mei Mei scoffs. “Do you? Belong to him?”

“What do you think? I belong to no one,” you shrug, “Now, are you going to bite me? You want my blood or what?”

You draw your eyes up to meet Mei Mei’s gaze, and her icy hands are on your waist before you can reach for her.

In between refilling the stock at the Apothecary, visiting (bothering) Shoko at her shop, and visiting the forest to train and perfect your magical abilities, you think about Mei Mei and Gojo often. Just thinking about them, whether separately or together, leaves you a little hazy and wanting.

Gojo refers to you as his angel, while Mei Mei refers to you as her princess. You are neither, but they make you feel like you could be.

Shoko thinks you’re playing with fire and she chastises you every time you visit her shop. You only shrug, telling her that you know exactly what you’re doing-

“You need to be careful with those vampires. Do you even know anything about them?” Shoko lectures you, not for the first time.

“Yes, we are friends you know-” you roll your eyes.

“Friends? Friends who hook up every so often?” she shoots back at you.

“A girl can hope, can’t she?” you grin, “I told you, I’m gonna fuck them both before-”

“Ugh, don’t finish that sentence. You’re just as slutty as them.”

“Thanks, Shoko. Knew I could always count on you.”

You’re lost in your thoughts as you wander through the forest, your fingers gliding through the air as your magic guides you through the maze of trees. Fairies buzz around you, giggling up in the trees. You can even hear a nymph or two singing to themselves in a pond.

Your senses are elevated here. You hear everything, and nothing.

This section of the forest is one of your favorites, it’s hidden and the trees curl together in a way that makes you feel delightfully one with nature. It’s one of the many spots in this forest that you allow your magic to run free, uncaged by your blood.

But it seems that your usual spot is occupied.

“Oh,” you say rather loudly, dropping your bag to the grass with a soft thump, “Nobody ever comes here usually.”

“Guess your secret spot isn’t so hidden anymore, huh?” Mei Mei says, turning her powder blue braid over her shoulder. The dimming sunlight glistens on her hair and you don’t bother looking away from the lowcut of her navy blue blouse.

“I guess not.”

***

The sound of the birds chirping, the bees buzzing and of the nearby babbling brook are drowned out by the sounds of your loud moans and Mei Mei’s soft words.

The soft settling of the sun against Mei Mei’s glistening skin leaves you gasping for air, for just a little more. You refuse to let your eyes close, instead focusing your gaze on her, in her commanding radiance.

Her skin glows in the sunlight, despite the many myths about vampires.

Mei Mei’s fingers are ice cold, a soothing sensation against the warmth of your flushed chest. Her thumb brushes against your nipple as your back arches. She rolls her hips into yours as her clit catches yours, her shaky breaths matching yours. She dips her head to yours for a sharp, searing kiss, her fangs drawing blood. Her hand wraps around your neck loosely with a slight smirk and you think you see stars from how hard you cum from such a simple action.

“Oh,” Mei Mei smirks wider, “Gojo was right.”

“W-what?”

“He said you’d like this,” she grins, fangs on display as she squeezes your neck a tad tighter. Your magic pushes against her but she squeezes harder to bypass you. Her nails are sharp against your skin, just how you like it. Mei Mei likes seeing you like this, panting and whining for her touch. For her kiss, for the slow grind of her clit against yours. For more, more, more.

Your only reply is a breathy moan escaping your lips.

****

This corner of the forest was also another one of your favorites- it was the spot where your favorite cherry blossoms and camellias flourish in the moonlight. It was a small pocket of the forest, tucked away by the maple and beech trees, only allowing for a few moonbeams to wash over the soft greenery.

You come here to get away from the bustle and noise of the city, and luckily it’s not terribly far from the city. It’s your quiet time, time for you to be one with the earth. As a witch, you’ve always been in tune to the changing tides of mother nature. Being in this forest for even just a few hours revitalizes you, gets the little sparks of magic pent up under your skin flowing through your blood once more.

Purple and gold sparks come out of your fingertips as you let your magic out of its confines. You’re looking for some key ingredients that are found only in this forest to add to your shop and for your own personal collection. Namely, you’re in search of dragon’s breath and orange sun spores. You are hoping that your magic will lead you to what you’re seeking...

You wonder if it’s the forest’s magic or mere coincidence that you are led towards a clearing where the moonlight shines brightly against the grass. And against the plush green forest floor lies Gojo Satoru in all of his nearly translucent glory.

Nearly dropping your basket, he turns his head to meet your eyes with a grin.

“Hey,” he says, “You come here often?”

“Yeah, actually, I do. Do you come here often?” you ask, sitting in the patch of grass next to him. For whatever reason, the man is shirtless and you don’t bother to try to mask the spike of your heart rate. “You lie on forest floors half naked often?”

“Yeah, actually, I do,” he mimics you, looking at you from above his unnecessary sunglasses, “I live in this forest, you know. And I’m trying to get tan.”

“Tan? It’s the middle of the night.”

“Aren’t you a witch? Didn’t you know that vampires tan in the moonlight?”

“O-oh,” you shrug sheepishly, “You just had to tan in the middle of the night in my forest?”

“Your forest? I’m the one that lives here.”

Gojo pats the space next to him, gesturing for you to lay next to him. You’re close enough to him that if he was human, you’d feel the heat emanating from him. Has he always been so long?

You clear your throat.

It’s quiet between the spaces that fill the air between you and Gojo. You turn your head, only to find him already looking at you. Those ridiculously, stunning cerulean eyes already trained on you. There is an eerie breeze that filters past your ears, one that you’ve become accustomed to when it comes to Gojo Satoru.

His eyes flash a brazen burgundy for only a moment. Or so you think. These moments with him are few and far between- you wonder if you should pinch yourself. But you decide against it because he’s looking at you with that near arrogant quirk of his lips, to which you roll your eyes.

“Didn’t anyone tell you,” Gojo murmurs, his voice low with the whistle of the wind, “It’s dangerous to be out here at night. Vampires live here, you know.”

“If they’re anything like you, I don’t have anything to worry about,” you scoff, “Besides-” you twirl your fingers as vines raise from the earth and wrap around his ankles and wrists, “I’m a witch. Didn’t anyone tell you?”

“Oh, I’m very well aware,” he replies, eyes twinkling brighter than the stars above his head. Your legs knock against his, but this time, you don’t move away from the simple touch. He’s sinewy and strong, you deduce as you watch him stretch his hands over his hands. With long fingers, he plays with the grass next to him. A soft exhale of a laugh escapes your lips when he asks you what you’re doing in the forest so late at night-

“If you wanted to see me, you coulda called, angel.”

Your heart sputters once more in your chest, and you hope he can’t tell. He asks you again what you’re doing out in the forest, and you tell him that you’re searching for ingredients to restock in your shop. Gojo gives you some recommendations of where to find varying forms of sun spores, but truthfully, your gaze is fixated on the way his lips move. How ridiculously shiny his lips are and how his voice sounds muted in your ears. Smooth and low, calmly licking a trail down your spine.

Your voice catches in your throat. You think he’s asking you a question, but all you can consider is how much closer he’s gotten to you. Gojo Satoru is nearly under you, his hand hovering dangerously close to your thigh.

The wind rustles his silvery hair and your lips are on his. He tastes like cherries and wine and his muscles flex under your tight grip. Gojo breathes heavily into your mouth, hands wandering and squeezing your hips. Your own breathes are staggered and pitchy, trying to drink him in as much as you can before the moment ends-

Gojo can feel your magic poking and prodding with his own vampire magic. He’s dizzy, only able to focus on you and the sweet sound of his name on your tongue.

He wonders if this is how Mei Mei felt.

Your belly flips and your pussy flutters when you feel Gojo’s fangs beginning to elongate and prick at your bottom lip.

“B-bite me,” you say breathlessly, frantically, in a frenzy. Your heart is slamming in your chest, head filled with nothing but thoughts of him. “Fuck, bite me, Satoru-”

He nips your bottom lip gently, barely enough to draw blood. But it’s enough for you to moan wantonly into the night and rut your hips into his. More, more, more- you want to feel and see everything-

Burgundy flashes in your periphery, colliding with the celestial pools of ocean blue of Gojo’s eyes. He pulls away with swollen, puffy pink lips that turn into a salacious smirk.

“I guess you’re....thirsty, aren’t you?”

You roll your eyes and push him to the forest floor with a soft thud. Thirsty doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Gojo Satoru is the worst texter you know. His replies come hours after your initial text, often times after midnight. His texts are either dry, responses with a simple ‘OK’ or they are lewd and flirtatious enough to make your cheeks heat up. You suppose you can’t blame him for the oddly timed texts, considering his status in the vampire world.

There is often no in between, but he is grating on your nerves tonight because he’s given you no clear indication of what to wear to dinner. He had only texted you earlier this afternoon humbly requesting your presence to join him at dinner.

With no indication of what to wear or where you would be going. All he had stated was to be ready by 6:30 PM, sharp.

To which you had complained to Nanami Kento immediately. He had the unfortunate fortune of being the sole person in the Apothecary when Gojo had texted you-

“What are you getting so worked up for?” Nanami scoffs, “It’s just Gojo-” He sees your face shift minimally with the slight increase in your heart rate, “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

You decide on wearing a long, fitted black dress with a sweetheart neckline and black heels paired with a gold necklace. It’s a classic outfit, and knowing Gojo and his lavish taste, he’d have made reservations somewhere fancy.

Applying the last bit of your red lipstick, you smack your lips while facing the mirror and twirl your fingers to spray some magic to give your hair some volume. You glance at your phone and wait for the inevitable phone call from Gojo Satoru announcing his arrival to your home.

Instead of a phone call or a text, you’re greeted with obnoxious honking coming from his sleek, matte black car. You’re not entirely sure where he keeps his cars, considering that he lives in the forest. What is the need for a vampire to have a car anyway?

You leave your train of thought at the door as Gojo’s handsome features come into view. He’s leaning against his car, his blue dress shirt pulled tastefully tightly across his chest. And of course, a hint of a smirk on his lips (along with a hint of his fangs, you think).

He greets you with a kiss to the cheek. “You look good enough to eat,” Gojo nearly purrs into the shell of your ear.

“Maybe you’ll get to have dessert later,” you murmur, only causing his smirk to widen.

***

The taste of chocolate cherry ice cream is sweet on your tongue as Gojo hums into your mouth. Your eyes are dimmed as you watch his movements, his hands sliding up your waist and pulling the material of the dress even further up. The driver’s seat of the car is pushed all the way back, allowing for you to sit in his lap comfortably.

Dinner had been lovely- the food, the company, the specific way the dimmed lights hit Gojo’s eyes… It had been the perfect concoction for you to end up like this in his car. With your legs straddling his hips and you, rocking against him. He’s looking at you the same way he had looked at you during dinner, as if he wanted to devour you.

Satoru could hardly keep his hands off of you during dinner, the fire in his undead eyes burning with every gaze your way. His hand had been on your thigh for most of the night as you both ate and spoke in quiet tones. He had spoiled you with your favorite wine and by the end of dinner, you were already beginning to feel a familiar warmth pooling in your belly.

It didn’t help that his sweater was fitted to his frame, rings adorning his lithe fingers and a necklace peeking from under his sweater. You wanted to pounce on him from the moment you saw him.

The forest around you seems to fade away, your eyes trained on Satoru's face. His lips are slightly parted as he holds you tight. He’s a vision in every sense of the word, silvery hair sticking to his forehead and his electric eyes shining… If he was human, you would be certain that his chest would be flushed.

Instead, his skin is cold to the touch, but he makes you feel so hot. You’ve already pulled his sweater off and pressed heated kisses to the column of his neck- and honestly, who has a neck that’s this attractive? Him, apparently.

His cock is heavy, weeping against your panties. You clench around nothing, about to complain loudly before he pushes your panties to the side.

“What are you whining for?” he murmurs, cradling your face “I’m boutta give you what you’re whining for, baby-” And he pushes inside your warm, wet walls, reminding himself not to cum in two strokes. He just might, considering the way you’re squeezing him tight and the way your tits spill from your dress.

When it comes to you, Gojo Satoru is a goner. Mei Mei’s smug face flits through his mind for a moment. He pushes it to the side, instead focusing on your soft moans.

“Feels good, Satoru,” you mumble. He snakes a hand up your chest to squeeze your tits and rolls his thumb over your nipple. There is nothing sweeter than the slow sigh that spills from your lips.

“Yeah? Feels good?” Satoru says softly. You nod, leaning into his touch when he cradles your warm cheek. “So pretty, gonna make you feel good, angel.”

You lean forward, wordlessly asking for a kiss. He slots his lips over yours as he widens your legs, his cock at a deeper angle than before. You tremble in his hold, but he shushes you by gently sliding his tongue into your mouth.

Your chest heaves, your magic beginning to seep out your skin. Satoru can feel it curling, swirling, enveloping over him, dizziness clouding his mind. Last time he had you in his arms like this, he caught the beginnings of your magic beginning to poke and prod at him. But it’s never spilled out in this way. He figures it means you’re either comfortable with him or you’re really, very aroused. Or both.

Pulling away first to catch a breath, you shift your hips slightly and press your hands to his chest.

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that,” Satoru groans, his hips stuttering and he pulls you closer to him so your chest is plastered against his.

“Not looking at you like anything,” you mumble, pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth. He pulls out quickly, only to push his cock into you once more. Your warm, wet pussy flutters around his cock as your magic swirls around his skin. He thinks he might do something like tell you that he loves you. Instead he’ll settle for-

“Fuck, I love this pussy,” he moans lewdly into your chest, lips swirling around your nipple, “Love this magical, witchy pussy-”

You smack his chest and he smacks your ass in return.

***

Mei Mei knows something akin to tomfoolery is in the air the moment she gets off of her motorcycle and turns her head to the right. She’s absolutely correct, because she sees one Gojo Satoru emerging from his obnoxious vehicle with the smuggest smirk on his face.

Which quickly slips off when he sees Mei Mei standing in front of him with her hands on her hips.

“What the hell are you doing here-”

“Me? What about you?”

“Oh, don’t lie-”

“You brought out the black lipstick. Who are you trying to fuck tonight-”

“Shut the fuck up, Gojo,” Mei Mei mutters. She looks upwards with narrowed eyes at the Astral Apothecary where your apartment is. She catches a glimpse of movement of the navy blue and golden accents curtains in the upper window, but says nothing.

“Did she invite you here?” Gojo gasps.

“It sure looks like it,” Mei Mei replies dryly.

“But she invited me here first…” he nearly whines, and Mei Mei is struck with the urge to shove him into the nearest tree.

“There’s only one way to find out,” she says. Just as she is about to text you, you open the side door to your shop, where there is a spiral staircase leading up to your apartment that hovers over the shop.

“Hello,” you say mildly, as if you hadn’t just invited both of them to your apartment for dinner and drinks. Without telling the other. Gojo looks at Mei Mei blankly.

You wordlessly gesture for them to follow you up the stairs, twirling your fingers without looking over your shoulder to close and lock the door behind you. Mei Mei and Gojo follow you up skeptically.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” you say, pointing at your front door. It’s a pretty sky blue color, and the door unlocks and turns with the movement of your index finger. The warm scent of honey and vanilla wafts into Gojo and Mei Mei’s noses. Neither of them are surprised- it smells just like you.

“Cozy,” Gojo notes, looking around your home. “Have you been here before, Mei Mei?” The walls of your living room are a welcoming green color, with a dark green velvet couch in the center. It’s all very you- from the photo frames that hang on the wall, to the flowers on display at your windowsill, and the patterned rug that sits underneath your homemade coffee table.

A bottle of wine uncorks itself and pours itself into three separate glasses, while a wooden spoon stirs a steaming pot on the stove.

“No. You?”

“Nope.”

They both look at you expectantly. Maybe, objectively, you should feel a little more fearful under the piercing gaze of two powerful vampires. Instead, it only makes your adrenaline spike in excitement.

“I heard about your bet, you know,” you say breezily, “Neither of you are quite as secretive as you think you are. For a pair of powerful vampires from powerful clans, you’re both quite… clumsy.”

Genuine surprise colors their faces, and you laugh. How ironic.

“I win, though,” your smile is blinding, eyes dripping with arousal and adoration, “After all, we both know how this is going to go. Don’t we?”

“Hang on,” Gojo sputters, “You knew? And you invited us here? Together?”

“Close your mouth, Satoru. You look like a fucking fish,” Mei Mei scoffs, “And you. You knew? And you’re not…upset?”

“Upset? Why would I be upset when this is what I’ve wanted?”

Mei Mei’s lips pull back, her fangs on display. Purple and green sparkles flit around your head, jumping onto Gojo’s shoulders and then her own. “Well, you should’ve just said so, princess.”

“As I said… I win.”

***

[gay-thoughts-hours]

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[ohthatsviolet]

A Miroctane Drabble

Because it’s a form of self care. (Ao3 link will be in the RBs).  

Elliott finds his bar lacking customers one night. He and Octavio find some ways to pass the time. 

"Where the hell is everyone?" 

Octavio looked up from his phone, towards his partner who was stood on the other side of the bar, drumming his fingers impatiently on the bar top. He swung his legs back and forth as he turned around in his stool to look around the room. He hadn't realised the older couple and the group who had decided to make the Paradise Lounge their pit stop, before heading on to a club for the night, had left, leaving the place empty except for them. He hadn't noticed how the place had grown quiet, save for the slow jazz coming from the speakers in the corner of the room. Elliott liked to play it when there was no live music, claiming it made the bar feel more classy. 

"Normally, there's at least some crowd in here on a Thursday night," the trickster continued, leaning his elbows on the counter with a sigh. "It's been so dead in here." 

"There is that live show in the square tonight. Maybe everyone went to that," Octavio suggested, finishing off the level he was playing, before shoving his phone into his pocket. 

"You should've gone too," Elliott said, sliding his hand over the counter to playfully poke at the speedster's fingers. "I know Ajay mentioned it. You could still go if you want. I don't mind." 

"And leave you here bored and alone?" he retaliated, flicking his boyfriend’s fingers in return. "Nah." 

"I don't mind being alone," Elliott told him, with a shrug of his shoulders. "But...I guess you're right about the boring part." 

"We have this whole place to ourselves!" Octavio piped up, as he hopped out of his seat, as if he wasn't completely stating the obvious. "We could have some fun of our own, right here!" 

"Oh?" the trickster replied, his tone teasing. "Alright, I'll bite. What did you have in mind?" 

"Eight...nine...ten. Okay, ready or not here I come!" 

Elliott removed his hands from his eyes and peered around the room for any sign of his boyfriend. He stepped out from behind the bar, and walked around, looking underneath the tables and in the bathrooms. He eventually spotted the runner, practically crawling across the floor, attempting to make his way from behind one of the booths to behind the bar, when he thought Elliott wasn't looking. 

"Cheater!" Elliott called out, dramatically pointing towards him, obviously startling him in the process. 

He laughed when Octavio jumped, lost his balance and ended up toppling onto his backside. 

"You're not supposed to leave your hiding spot!" 

"There's no rule in the hide and seek rule book that says that!" the speedster claimed, a pout forming on his lips. 

Elliott walked towards him, and offered him a hand up; pulling him onto the makeshift dance floor as he did so. 

"Still, I win by default." 

"But that's not fair! There's no good places to hide in here!" 

“Now, stand back and watch as I beat you in the art of dance, too,” the trickster teased, flashing his partner a cocky grin. 

Octavio rolled his eyes but couldn’t resist the urge to smile back. 

“You know I was forced to have actual dance classes? With an actual dance teacher?” 

“So? It doesn’t matter if you don’t have the raw talent and skill, like me,” Elliott quipped back, turning himself into a spin, allowing his partner to take hold of his hands when he spun back around to face him.  

The runner swung their hands blissfully between them, before leading his partner into a simple twirl. 

“Is this something your dance teacher taught you?” Elliott asked, with a small laugh, causing Octavio to snort. 

“Just because I had dance lessons, doesn’t mean I was actually paying attention. Besides, I don’t think this music fits any steps I know.”

“Well, I guess that means we’ll just have to make up our own dance,” the trickster replied coyly, bringing his boyfriend’s hands to rest around his neck, while he slid his own onto the speedster’s hips. 

They swayed back and forth, to the soft jazz that was still playing in the background; neither of them concerning themselves with keeping to the beat, preferring to focus their attention on each other and this quiet moment they were getting to share. 

“You could still go to that show, y’know,” Elliott said quietly, feeling Octavio’s fingers lace tighter around his neck. “I don’t mind. Honestly.”

The runner shrugged nonchalantly, before speaking. 

“I’d rather stay here and goof off with you. I’m having fun.” 

“I’m having fun too,” the trickster hummed, brushing his fingers lightly against the speedster’s lower back. “You’re my favourite person to goof off with. Or...do everything with, really.” 

Octavio smiled brightly at the statement, though there was a hint of shyness behind it; a look Elliott only ever seemed to receive. They shared a soft kiss, before returning to their dance, swaying out of time with the music until the early hours of the morning, locked in each other’s hold. 

[bossidiotart]

The Moon Alchemist - Chapter 1

Three Years Later

A loud buzz shook Varian out of his sleep. He groaned, rubbed his eyes, and grabbed his burner phone. He flipped it open and selected the message.

Ruddiger

I’m at your door with food.

Letting out another groan, the 17-year-old got out of his chair and trudged to the door. He unlocked it and swung it open, moving aside to let Joshua through into his room. Josh slipped in and set two grease-stained bags and two to-go cups onto a table. He glanced over at Varian and smirked.

“Did I wake you?” he chuckled.

“Very funny.” Varian closed and locked the door before moving toward the table and inspecting the insides of one of the bags. Ham, egg and cheese croissant sandwich with hash browns on the side. Perfect. Josh glanced over at a desk that had seven presumably empty Red Bull cans.

“All-nighter?” he inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“He wanted it done by today, he’s getting it today,” Varian replied, sitting on the table with his feet in a chair and taking a bite out of his croissant sandwich. “We’ve always gotten satisfied customers, and I’m not gonna start dissatisfying them today.” Josh shook his head.

“The man’s insane,” he commented, pulling his English muffin breakfast sandwich out of his bag.

“The man is paying us a million bucks,” Varian countered, wagging his sandwich at his assistant. “In cash.”

“Yeah, to spy on his girlfriend whom he’s assuming is cheating on him.” He paused. “Is she?” Varian shook his head as he took a sip of his milk.

“The guy’s got nothing to worry about.”

“You got screenshots to prove it?”

“Mm-hm.” They ate in silence for a while.

“Where am I meeting him?” Josh asked. Varian took a moment to chew and swallow.

“I was thinking about that last night,” he replied, “and thought, what if we sent him to the sketchiest neighbourhood near here?” Josh nearly choked.

“You serious?” he asked, bewildered.

“Of course! It’s payback for wasting my time.” Joshua huffed out a laugh.

“Very well, then.” He sipped his iced coffee. “What time?” Varian thought for a moment.

“9-ish?” He shrugged.

“Come on, Varian, if you want to scare the guy, you gotta make it later than that.”

“Alright, alright. 11.” Josh smirked.

“I’ll let him know in the email,” he confirmed. They fell silent again until Varian remembered something.

“Oh, I got you something!” He hopped off the table and hurried to the side of his bed, picked up a large paper bag, hurried back over and set it on the table. Josh looked back and forth between the bag and Varian, eyes widened and eyebrows up in confusion. He swallowed.

“What is it?” He was a little afraid of what he might find in the bag.

“Why don’t you open it?” Varian gave Josh a wide, toothy grin. “You should wear it to your meeting tonight.” The teen had piqued the man’s interest, and he peered into the bag. His face immediately went from being curious to a grimace. He reached in and pulled out a dark blue fedora.

“Really?” he asked, annoyed.

“Yes!” Varian exclaimed as he reached in and pulled out a trench coat and slipped it on, even though it was too big for him. “You’d look so cool and mysterious.” He emphasised mysterious by hiding half of his face with the collar. Not convinced, Josh raised an eyebrow.

“You’re serious.”

“Of course!” Varian removed the coat from himself and handed it to his friend. “Put it on!”

Josh reluctantly took the coat. “I dunno, Varian...” he started.

“Come on, please?” Varian begged. “It’ll be really cool, just like from the movies!” Josh sighed. Varian’s not going to let up, so maybe it’d be best to humour him.

“Alright,” he caved. Varian’s blue-grey eyes lit up.

“Yes!” he exclaimed. “Go to the bathroom and put it on! I want it to be like a big reveal.” Josh laughed as Varian pushed him in the direction of the bathroom.

“Ok, ok, I’m going,” Josh giggled. He went into the bathroom, closed the door behind and put the coat and hat on. Varian quickly put on his glasses, pulled a chair up and sat in it, giddy and smiling like a kid on Christmas morning.

“You ready?” Josh called.

“Ready!” On that cue, Josh exited the bathroom, strutting and posing like a supermodel. Varian howled with laughter and applauded. After his dramatic reveal, Josh turned to the mirror hanging on the wall. His eyes widened. Varian was right. He did look cool.

“Whoa,” he breathed, popping up his collar to see how it looks. “I look like one of those badass detectives.”

“See?” Varian came up beside him. “Told ya you’d look cool.”

“You showed me,” Josh replied as he continued to admire himself in the mirror. He paused. “I should go back to my room.” He took off the hat and untied the coat’s belt.

“Yeah,” Varian agreed, a little bummed. “You’ve got stuff to do.”

“Don’t forget to give me those screenshots,” Josh reminded, draping the trench coat over his arm. Varian let out a little “oh”, bounded over to the printer, pulled a few sheets of paper off the tray, and went back to Josh to hand them to him.

“Good luck tonight,” he said with a small smile.

“Thanks.” He glanced over at the teen. “Be sure you start on the other client’s request.” Varian playfully rolled his eyes.

“Yes, Dad.” With a smile, Josh unlocked and opened the door, exited the room and closed the door behind him, looking up and down the hall before heading to the stairs. Varian locked the door before turning to the mess of paper bags, empty cups and food crumbs. He grabbed the nearest trash can and scooped it all into it before setting it back down. He stretched and went over to his desk to read over the printed out email from the next client. Needs documents to expose boss. $50,000. He picked up a second email from the client with more details on the matter and read it.

He set the paper down, sat in his chair and went straight to work.

Josh leaned against a streetlight, anxiously looking at his watch. The client is running a bit late. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around best he could from behind the collar and the low brim. He couldn’t see anyone of suspension, but they could be hiding in the shadows ready to attack. The sound of a car pulling up alerted the man. He pushed against the streetlight to right himself as the sound of a car door opening and closing emitted. A figure hurried toward him, carrying what looked like a briefcase. When the figure was close enough, the client asked, “You got the screenshots?”

“You got the money?” Josh asked, his voice deepened by a voice modifier Varian made for him.

The client flipped the case on to his arm, opened it, turned it around and showed it to him. Josh pulled his hands out of his pockets, one of them holding an envelope. He handed it to the man as the case was handed to him. The client snatched the envelope, frantically opened it and scanned the contents inside.

“She’s clean,” he informed the nervous wreck. “Your relationship is safe. For now.” The client heaved a sigh of relief.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Everything promised is in here, right?” Josh inquired, gesturing to the case. “Because, if not, I know where you live.” He could see the man’s Adam’s apple go up and down as he swallowed.

“Yes, it’s all in there.”

“Good.” He tipped his hat. “Pleasure doing business with you.” With that, he turned and walked away.

“P-pleasure doing business with you, too!” the man called after. He pretended not to hear as he disappeared into the shadows. He made his way to his car, stripped himself of the hat and coat, removed the modifier, and put it all in the back along with the briefcase. He got in the driver’s seat, sent a text, started the car, and drove away.

Varian was swinging his chair back and forth waiting for a code to process when he was jump-scared by the vibrating of his phone on the desk. He grabbed it, opened it and selected the message.

Ruddiger

Exchange successful

Varian smiled. Another happy customer. He texted back.

M

Get a case of rb on your way back plz

A few minutes later his phone buzzed again.

Ruddiger

Ok

He set the phone down on the desk and turned his attention back to his computer. The code had finished processing, allowing him in the system. Time to find and download those documents. He inserted a USB drive into the computer and started searching. Finding the right documents, he downloaded them onto the drive, ejected it, and sets it aside with the corresponding email. He checked to make sure he didn’t leave anything behind, exited out of the system, switched to another WiFi and looked over the next client’s request.

[itsworn]

1975 Duster: A Real Deal 10-Second All-Motor Street Car!

We’ve all been there. You spot a nice looking car at a cruise night and decide to dive in for a deeper look. As you are looking at the car you strike up a conversation and ask the guy if he has ever raced the car and if he has, what it runs. Then the dreaded response comes back. “It’ll run 10s in the quarter!” The safest response in this situation is to nod you head and move along, otherwise it’s just going to get weirder. We’ll never understand why people take this line of thinking and the good news is that there are some people out there whose word you can trust and the owner of this 1975 Plymouth Duster, George Kavounis, is one of them. When he tells you that the big-block—powered A-Body runs 10s, you can believe him!

The Chrysler A-Body platform was one of the company’s most successful, and in some respects, longest lasting. The cars were also very diverse in terms of image and performance. From the high-winding, high-performance small-block cars of the early 1970s to the economy themed models of the later part of the decade, the A-Body entries were certainly an effort to appeal to the different interests and needs of customers at the time. For guys like George Kavounis, they are more than that because they represent a vessel to invest time, effort, and finances into personalizing and modifying.

Back in 1970, George had the Mopar bug bad and with the help of his dad, bought a 1970 Plum Crazy Duster with a 340. Being into horsepower and drag racing, George built the car into a Super Stock/I Automatic runner and had great fun with the car until 1975 when he sold it. “I had been into Mopars all through my childhood,” George said. “My dad was a Chrysler guy and while he never had muscle cars, I took to them. I would read every magazine I could find and when the 1968 Hemi Darts and Barracudas came out I was just head-over-heels for them. I bought the Duster and drove it on the street while racing it until I got out of high school and with a friend set the car up to go Super Stock racing. We did that for two years until the index we were racing on got bombed pretty hard by John Lingenfelter and then I sold the car.”

Just because he was out of the racecar game didn’t mean his love for cars or Mopars had gone away. The first time he laid eyes on the ’75 you see here, it brought him right back to the days of excitement and fun he had with his ’70, and it had the same tough look to boot. “I met Allen Hall at a cruise night and we just started talking and became friends,” George said. “I would see him at the track and I worked with him on the car. I liked the car because I have always been a Mopar guy and Allen’s car was really well kept. When Allen’s health started to get a bit rocky he moved to Florida and before he left I told him that if he ever wanted to sell, I had to be the first call.” Amazingly, after not hearing from Allen for two years, the phone rang. “He told me that this was my call and my shot to buy the car,” George said. “I asked for a couple of days to get the money together and he said OK. I bought the car and he delivered it to me.”

When George got the car, it was a dedicated race car and he wanted to put the thing back on the street. “I knew that there were some things I needed to do in order to get the car back to a point where I could drive it on the road,” George said. “When I got it the car ran on race gas only. I took off the steel heads, changed the intake and carb, and generally went through the engine to make it a really healthy but driveable piece.” A 446ci RB engine that makes torque like a tug boat and still has manners good enough that it does not need race gas to survive is the end result. Using a 1976 model year 440ci block as the foundation, C&C Motorsports took it from there. The build plan involved a stock crank and stock rods with a .030-overbore to make sure everything was round and true. TRW forged pistons were used to get the compression ratio to a healthy 11.0:1, and the camshaft was sourced from Ray Barton who followed up with a mild, street friendly .590-inch lift, 284/296 duration (at .050) bumpstick. The theme of simplicity continues to the upper end of the engine with a set of Hensley Racing ported and polished Edlebrock Performer cylinder heads. Those heads use a 2.14-inch intake valve and a 1.81-inch exhaust. An Edelbrock Victor intake manifold sits atop those heads and a 1,000cfm double-pumper Quick Fuel 4150 carb feeds the whole beast.

With an engine built to make loads of torque and lots of usable power, the rest of the drivetrain has to match it to make the car both happy on the street and a stormer on the strip. The transmission is an ATI Performance built 727 equipped with a manual valvebody and fronted by an 8-inch diameter torque converter with a stall speed of 3,500 rpm. The converter makes or breaks this combo on the street, and with a 3,500 stall speed, it is loose enough to keep the engine happy but not crazy for street operation. Rearend gears are 4.57 ratio Mosers and while you are probably thinking that those cannot be street driven for any time, remember that this car wears a rear tire that is 31 inches tall.

When George said he built the car to drive it (obviously not cross-country but on the street) he meant it. “I cannot stand to see the car sit. I love driving it. I will get it out all through the year. For instance, if there is a warm day in the winter and I can take the car around town, to the hardware store or whatever, I’ll do it. I will take the car on decent trips to cruise nights and events. I don’t like to buzz the motor too badly so if I am on the highway I stick to the right lane and let traffic by me. I really love driving the car.” We love this guy!

The stance of this car is pretty great. There are lots of times where cars using a ladder-bar style rear suspension sit higher than normal to clear larger rear tires, but in the case of George’s Duster, that’s not a problem. Tucking just a touch of front tire and a healthy chunk of the tall and fat rears, it maintains a level appearance until George hammers the gas on the starting line and those big tires bite the track. You can see how well the suspension works in the launch photos where the front of the car is heading up and the rear tires are wrapped up and working hard!

Perhaps the best part of this whole story is the fact that George has spent a load of time working on the car with his sons Nick and Drew. That’s the good stuff. This car that brought Allen so much pleasure when he owned it has landed into the hands of a man who loved it as much as the previous owner did, and has even been able to transfer that experience and passion to his kids. Like we said, this car and George Kavounis are the real deal!

While loads of other cars got big and fat during the 1970s, the Plymouth Duster did not suffer the same fate. Those A-Body lines kept nice and tight when the rest of Detroit was going to flab.

In today’s world it seems like everyone wants to overcomplicate things and that’s why this 446ci big-block is a breath of fresh air. With 11.0:1 compression, a Barton-spec’d camshaft that does not kill springs, and torque for days, it rockets the Duster to 10-second elapsed times with ease. Winning!

A couple of buckets, a nicely padded dash, and a killer Winters shifter make this the office that Geoge Kavonis attacks the drag strip from. Functional and tasteful, we’re fans of its business-like environment.

Here’s a great look at the Duster going to work off the starting line. Note the weight transfer onto the sticky Mickey Thompson rear tires and the fact that this thing is a hair away from yanking those front tires. The car works.

What really spins our crank about this particular 1975 Plymouth Duster is the stance. Ladder-bar cars can have that old-school, high-riding stance but this one doesn’t, and it works great off the line. The wheel tubs allow the car to sit down and take the 4×4 look out of the equation.

While 1983 was not the greatest year for Mopar performance, this Duster’s color was from that year’s palette. Called Aqua Pearl, we dig its classy look in the sun. Oh, and how nice are the lines on this car from this angle?!

Non-car people have no idea what this is but we consider it the Mona Lisa of high performance. A mighty Dana 60, ladder bars, a Moser spool, and 4.57 gearset along with those AFCO coilovers and steam roller Hoosiers mean business and quick 60-foot times.

While we all like to talk about horsepower, it is really torque that gets a 3,700-lb car moving off the starting line. With an Old Testament thick stack of 10-second time slips powered by 446 cubes, a stock crank, and stock rods, George knows all about it. Is there anything better than a car you know you can take to the strip and have fun with without worry?

FAST FACTS

1975 Plymouth Duster George Kavounis; Centreville, Virginia

ENGINE Type: Chrysler RB-series big-block wedge V8 Bore x stroke: 4.35 (bore) x 3.75 (stroke), 446ci Block: 1976 Chrysler iron factory Rotating assembly: stock factory forged crank, TRW forged pistons, stock connecting rods Compression ratio: 11.0:1 Cylinder heads: Edelbrock Performer cylinder heads ported and polished by Hensley Camshaft: .590-inch lift, 284/286 degrees duration at 0.050 Valvetrain: 2.14-/1.81-inch valves, Cloyed double-roller timing chain, Crane 1.6-ratio roller rockers, Crane pushrods, Crane valve springs good to .750-inch lift. Induction: Edelbrock Victor intake manifold, Quick Fuel 4150 series 1,000cfm carb Fuel system: trunk-mounted fuel cell, Holley electric fuel pump Exhaust: CPPA Headers with 3.5-inch exhaust to the rear axle

Ignition: MSD crank trigger, MSD 7AL ignition box, timing locked at 30 degrees Oiling system: Milodon 7-quart oil pan with Milodon wet-sump oil pump Cooling: BeCool aluminum radiator with twin Spal electric fans, CSR electric water pump Fuel: Holley black electric fuel pump Engine built by: C&C in Manassas, Virginia Best e.t.: 10.73 at 124 mph Weight: 3,750 lbs

DRIVETRAIN Transmission: 1971 vintage RB-spec 727 manual valve body built by ATI Performance, 8-inch torque converter with 3,500-rpm stall speed Driveshaft: fabricated by National Drivetrain Rearend: Dana 60 with Moser spool and 4.57 gears

CHASSIS Front suspension: aftermarket upper and lower control arms, torsions bars, 90/10 drag shocks, sway bar delete Rear suspension: ladder bars with AFCO coilover shocks Steering: rebuilt stock Brakes: stock disc/drum combo Chassis: frame connectors and NHRA-legal roll cage installed by owner

PAINT & INTERIOR Color: 1983 Chrysler Aqua Pearl paint with silver peal bottom strip Painter: Papo’s body shop; Annedale, Virginia Interior: JAZ bucket seats, dash pad done by Ernie’s Upholstery, Manassas, VA, AutoMeter gauges, Grant steering wheel, custom carpet

WHEELS & TIRES Wheels: Bogart 15×4 (front), 15×14 (rear) Tires: Mickey Thompson 26×7.5×15 (front), Hoosier 31×16.5×15 (rear)

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[lebens-mittel-blog]

Maginhawa EATsploration at its finest -- EATsperience RB CTY: Ribs That Are Well Worth the Money

                        The space was ample, unlike other restaurants along Maginhawa that can only accommodate a few numbers of groups. The ambiance is really good and cozy. The artworks on their wall really are a perfect instagram photo to take. The whole place was actually aesthetically pleasing and artsy.My eldest sister really loves to eat. Every time she hears a symphony of food she would definitely do everything to try it. Since she’s an avid fan of food, I asked her to show me different restaurants that she had tried before. I decided to choose Maginhawa St., in UP Village, QC to do my task which is Restaurant Review because it is well-known for its great destination for foodies everywhere. Before going to Maginhawa St., we already had our research for what restaurant we will try on. We chose the Fat Cousin’s Diner, which is known for their famous delicious steak, but unfortunately as we got there we hadn’t got a chance to eat because they didn’t let us to conduct an interview with them so we have no choice to choose another restaurant. It is indeed hard to decide where to go because there are so many different food places to choose from.

There’s a restaurant that has its own kind of city and this city is another new city that I’ve fallen in love with known for its famous name as RB CTY or Rib City. It is known for their famous ribs as their specialty. They are known for its flavorful, tender, mouth-watering ribs that will not offer a crying lady on your bank. It is a discreet yet long time ribs restaurant in Maginhawa. Their main dishes have become quite famous for its sizes and reasonable prices.

Mr. Buenavista –the manager of RB CTY in Maginhawa shared us some information about the background of the restaurant. He said that the owner of RB CTY Aya Gonzalez conceptualized the menu together with her friends, the food, and the place, culminating to its opening to the public exactly a year ago (March 2015). He also shares how Aya’s family of entrepreneurs helped her construct what we now know as RB CTY. He also said that their food was the fact that most of what’s on the menu is prepared by none other than Aya’s father, a chef-restaurateur. When asked what separates RB CTY from other steak/rib joints, Mr. Buenavista immediately gave me the three words every foodie in the planet probably wants to hear: “value for money”. In a world where “quality” is imagine synonymous with “expensive”, food places and makers all over the world have sought to attain the status of being known as offering good food at an affordable price. Thankfully, RB CTY lives up to its own.

Now let’s go down to business..

As we went to the restaurant the staff was surprised like they didn’t expect someone will go inside without any reservation nonetheless they greeted us as we sat back on our chair. Although they are known for offering ribs that have an intense kind of smell, the smell doesn’t leave an instant effect on you.

The space was ample, unlike other restaurants along Maginhawa that can only accommodate a few numbers of groups. The ambiance is really good and cozy. The artworks on their wall really are a perfect instagram photo to take. The whole place was actually aesthetically pleasing and artsy. 

Their menu is still in a good state unlike the menu of other restaurants that seems like it went to a war. It’s enough for a person like me who has poor eyesight since I forgot to bring my eyeglasses. 

Even though I can’t fully understand the content of the menu the staff is very accommodating. They’re willing to be asked, although they’re busy with their own works.

The menu was nonsense as my sister suggested that I should try their all-you-can-eat that composed of pasta, fries, tempura, chicken wings, any side dishes, and etc. plus drinks, so without any hesitation I ordered it and for only 458 pesos. Pricey, but I know it’s going to be worth it since I’m a meat lover and I really love fries. If your tummy is not big enough to eat an unlimited food, they also offer different dishes alone. Their ribs together with your chosen side dish plus rice or simply their platter is cost of around 220 pesos – 250 pesos it depends on type of ribs or dishes you would like. They also offer different desserts that are around 180 pesos. I didn’t have a chance to taste their dessert, because just to be practical I already ordered an unlimited meal.

They also have a fast connection to Wi-Fi, an LED TV where you can watch foreign movies as your tummy is waiting for its food, and the cutest thing I’ve seen inside is there are Lego blocks on our table for us to do something while we are waiting.  Since they have all-you-can-eat promo, it is expected for the customers being in there for how many hours and it’s a good thing to know that they have a socket beneath every sofa for us to feel comfortable to stay there for how many hours.

It only took almost 13 minutes as we wait on our order. As the food was finally reached on our table, the smell is so good and very mouth-watering. The meat was made out of pork and it is easy to remove from the bones. Its tenderness and juiciness is perfect. The sauce is perfect for the ribs and it’s not taste like smoke compare to the other ribs that I’ve already tasted.  The savoriness is definitely sinks into your taste buds with every bite, exploding your happiness to a whole new level.  

We even got a huge serving of their chicken wings. Every bite was truly crisp, mixing it with their hot gravy made me want more.

All the sides were perfect complement to the slab of ribs and also to the chicken wings. We really enjoyed the tempura, it was lightly-battered and crisp to perfection. I loved that it was not too greasy and that it had a crunch in every bite.

I indeed EATsperienced good food in this city. We just decided to enjoy what we can and not ruin a superb EATsperienced. RB CTY definitely knows how to give their diners quality of food that is worth every peso. They also have other good deals that friends and families can enjoy. I recommend Rib City for the readers to try becuase this city is indeed the "The ribs are well worth the money”.

---- RIB CITY is located at 63 Maginhawa Street, Diliman, Quezon City at the back of BPI.

Kimberly Mae M. Matibag

[havethetimeofyourstyles]

Chapter Three. Mind Your Business

the scene is set in 1956, a young man moved to Hollywood to follow his dreams of becoming an actor. But with little money and a struggle to keep his apartment, he is approached by a man who offers him a job at Sweetland

a/n: decided to title this chapter ‘mind your business’ because no ones sexuality is anyone’s business! dont assume, make fun of, invalidate anyone’s sexuality because it’s not funny nor is it cute. YOUR SEXUALITY MATTERS AND ITS BEAUTIFUL

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warnings: biphobia (it’s the 1950s)

TALK TO ME ABOUT CN! let me know your thoughts!

pls rb to share! <3

It was Friday, two weeks later as you were sitting with your girls at Mel’s Drive in as you three talked and ate. 

Frances was talking about her date that she went on last weekend with the guy that worked with them; as she did assume he was going to ask her out, which he did. She was practically gushing over him as you and Alice listened as you ate, both being happy for her. 

“He was the sweetest guy! Took me to a drive in and after we walked on the beach! It was so fun, and after he kissed me-” You and Alice gasped, interrupting her story. “On my cheek! Jeez, you two are something. But it was the sweetest kiss, and ugh! I just want him to ask me out again.” 

“The next time you see him, maybe mention that you’d like to go out again, or invite him for a bite to eat,” you told her, and she nodded. “So, Alice, what about you and that guy you were seeing?” She changed the subject. 

Alice scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Ugh, I’m not seeing him anymore. He can never make up his mind if he wants to take me out on a date or just wants to continue fucking me, so I dropped him,” 

“Good for you,” you say, taking a bite of your toast. Alice was always one for being decisive and assertive. Just like you, she doesn’t take shit from anyone, but she’s ten times more intense than you. But overall, you love her for it. 

“Yeah, although, I’m having eyes for someone right now. Behind you,” she only told you, since you were sitting across from the two. 

You slowly turned around, trying not to make it obvious that you’re turning around. And what you saw was something shocking, and it made you have a cough attack as you choked on your toast. 

“Oh my god, doll, are you okay?” Frances asked. You grabbed your napkin, hysterically coughing into it, and Alice handed you your cup of water. 

Practically everyone around your booth was staring at you oddly, wondering if you were okay or not, and once you finally calmed down and the piece of bread washed down your throat, you took a deep breath. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Alice asked. 

“Yeah, uh, that guy your ogling…” 

“What about him?” 

“That’s Harry.” Alice and Frances’ eyes widened, immediately moving their heads to take another look at him as their jaws dropped. 

“That’s Harry?!” Alice asked in shock.

“Like, as in the Harry?!” Frances added. 

“Yup. The one and only.” You watched your friends practically stare at the guy you’ve been thinking about for the past two weeks. 

“Oh my god, he’s hotter in person than you described,” Alice swooned. “Sorry, for hitting on your man, doll.” 

“Eh, don’t worry about it. If he hit on you dolls, I wouldn’t even be mad because I’d hit on you both too,” you teasingly winked at them, and they both raised their eyebrows in a flirty way

Another thing you loved about your trio was that you were able to make those kinds of remarks without them thinking it was weird. You were truly grateful for friends that accepted your bisexuality, or else you would’ve been in shambles. And besides, who doesn’t hit and flirt with their best friends? 

“I can’t believe that’s him!” Frances exclaimed. 

“Yeah, he’s handsome, isn’t he?” They both nodded, excitedly. 

“Well, are you gonna go up to him?” Alice wondered. You turned around again to really get a look at him. He was facing you, sitting across a lady as they both chatted. He hadn’t seen you, and you were thankful for it because you didn’t want him to see the hint of sadness in your eyes because of the hint of jealousy you had in your body. 

You shook your head, “Hell no. He’s obviously on a date.” 

“You don’t know that!” Frances said optimistically. You really didn’t know. It was a bit after four p.m, so you didn’t know if it was for work or if he was actually on a date. Either option, you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. Of course, you couldn’t stop him from working, but if it was anything outside of work, the thought made your heart sink. 

“Well you’re gonna have to suck it up because I just paid and he’s sitting right by the door,” Alice said, gathering her purse. You closed your eyes for a moment, preparing yourself to simply just walk by him, and you hoped he wouldn’t see you as you were doing so. 

You walked behind the two, following them to the exit of the diner as you looked at Harry the whole time. He hadn’t noticed you at first, but until you walked past by his table, he definitely saw you. 

As you two made eye contact, it was like you were sucked in; never for a second breaking contact with him as his green eyes captured yours. You noticed his face perk up, smiling widely. 

“Hey,” he greeted. 

“Hi,” you said with a smile as you stopped walking. Alice and Frances heard you causing them to stop walking as well. 

“How are you? Haven’t seen you in a while,” he said; the person sitting across from him was completely forgotten as the woman watched the interaction between you two as she stirred her coffee. 

“Yeah. Uh, two weeks,” you nodded, silently cursing yourself as you seemed like a complete idiot for keeping track. 

You took the time to subtly look over to the person on the other side of the booth, and saw a very gorgeous looking woman who was probably in her late twenties. She was tan and had long locks of red hair, and her outfit was quite cute as well. And if you weren’t swooning over Harry, you would definitely be swooning over the lady in front of you. 

“Yup, two weeks,” he confirmed. 

In all honesty, he’s missed you. You two had only met once, but he’s missed being around you—your presence comforted him. 

“I should get going. Have a lovely rest of your day, you two,” you told Harry and his date before walking out with Alice and Frances. 

Your face remained neutral as you walked out as the girls followed. Once you were outside, they both put an arm around you, comforting you. 

“I’m sorry, doll,” Frances said sadly. 

“I mean, at least you weren’t too attached, right?” Alice said, somehow convincing you. 

“Yeah…” you agreed, but in all honesty, you were already attached. You’ve known him for tops, two hours, and in those two hours, you came to the conclusion that you really like him. That may make you a bit crazy, but you couldn’t help how you feel. Harry’s charming and sweet and humble. How could you not fall for him? 

“It’s okay! Let’s have a dolls night? We can watch a movie at my house and maybe a sleepover?” Frances suggested, and Alice nodded her head eagerly. 

“I’m up for both, what do you say doll?” They both looked at you with pleading eyes, wanting you to agree to have a night with them to simply take your mind off Harry. And you wanted that too; to just be with your girls and out of your parent’s home. 

“Both sounds lovely,” you agreed, and they squealed in excitement as you three walked to your car, hoping your mind gets a break from thinking about the man inside of the diner. 

Harry was sitting in front of a woman that didn’t really spark his interest. Don’t get him wrong, she was very stunning in every way, but he’d noticed that you really set the bar for him. 

After your little cloud nine adventure together two weeks ago, Harry had three customers within those weeks. One of them was married, so they only stuck to oral as she claimed that “it’s not fully cheating if I don’t go all the way,” to which Harry was baffled by her explanation. The next one was a young man, probably the same age as Harry or a little younger, and he told him that he was curious what it was like to have sex with another man. So, Harry fucked him and met all his expectations, to which he got a very decent tip from him. The next one was a woman his age that works at a fancy restaurant, and told him that it was her only day off and decided that she needed to get laid, and of course, Harry helped her. 

But those three encounters did not compare to you. He mentally slapped himself thinking he was crazy that he was even comparing others to each other, but he couldn’t help it. Since the very first time he saw you, he thought you were the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. And it wasn’t just the way you felt around his raging hard on, but it was the way you talked to him and the way you listened to what he had to say. He felt important and valid when he was around you because that’s how you treated him. 

And Daren can throw so many women and men his way, but Harry’s come to the conclusion that you’re always going to be on his mind, despite only knowing each other for less than a day, he was completely whipped. 

“Harry?” Jeannette, the woman from across from he said. He broke out of trance and softly smiled at her. “Are you okay? You kind of blanked out.” 

“Oh, yeah. I am. Did you want to get going?” He suggested, and she perked up at that, nodding her head excitedly. 

Harry and Jeannette headed over to her apartment where they talked for about a minute or two before she inched closer to him, giving him a kiss to his cheek. Harry turned his head slightly, and she captured his lips against hers. 

As they kissed, her hand traveled to his crotch and he was taken by surprise as he slightly jumped as she rubbed the front of his pants. Usually, he would be turned on, but there was a sort of rushness he felt through her actions that he wasn’t into, and he was sure she felt it in the kiss he gave her. And he wasn’t even hard. 

The kiss he gave her was one that had no effort, but kissing just to kiss and going with the flow as she was the one in control of it. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he said as he pulled back. Jeannette’s lipstick was all over the place and he’s sure that there’s some on his lips as well. 

“Is something wrong?” She asked concerningly. 

“Uh, I…yeah. Can we just take it slow?” He asked hesitantly, and she nodded her head slowly. 

“Sure,” she said as she waited for him to make a move or say something. 

But Harry was lost in his mind as he thought about you. And he knows he shouldn’t when there’s a gorgeous girl right in front of him, but the occurring thought of you washed throughout his mind and there was no effort in stopping it. 

He thought back to the day when he met you up to when you two had sex. He loved the way you built up the sexual tension and the way you teased him into sexual agony. The way you would smirk at him when he would do something sexy or when you would participate in his playful banter. And he couldn’t forget about the slight dirty talk that came out of your mouth, to which he knew there’s more from where the words came from, but since it was your first time together, there were only a few words. But those words were enough to cum twice. 

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Jeannette suddenly said, and Harry’s brows raised in confusion. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“The girl from the diner. There’s something between you two, I can tell,” she explained. 

Harry chuckled, scratching his head as she read him very well. “I-I mean there’s nothing going on, but she was a customer and-”

“And you like her,” she finished for him. Harry slowly nodded, feeling guilty that someone else had to tell him. 

“Yeah—I’m sorry. I know you came to the shop for a good time, and I’m sorry I couldn’t deliver,” he apologizes with a small frown on his face, and she waved it off. 

“It’s alright. I could tell she’s into you also, but I don’t know, by her wandering eyes, I may be wrong.” 

Harry looked at her confused, “What do you mean?” 

“I mean, she was checking me out. She had her eyes on me when she was talking to you, and I looked at her as well—saw her eyes go up and down on me. Think she might be into girls too?” She said casually as she got up and walked over to her bar cart, grabbing herself a drink. 

“Oh, uh, did you have a problem with that? Her checking you out?” Harry wondered, and if her answer wasn’t the one he was looking for, then the conversation would end badly. 

“Well, yeah!” And Harry got his answer. “She was checking me out, Harry. Had some flirty eyes when she looked at me, and it made me uncomfortable.” 

Harry controlled his temper, answering her with a cooled tone. “I’m sure she didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. She was probably just wondering who I was with.” 

“Still. I know when someone’s gay, and she definitely is. Do you really want to be with someone like that? One who can’t fully give themselves to you? It’s not a real thing,” she rolled her eyes, and Harry was infuriated. 

“Not a real thing? Don’t speak about her like that! So what if she likes men and women? Her sexuality has nothing to do with you nor is it your business,” he snapped at her, fully angry and annoyed. 

“Woah, why are you getting so mad? I’m just saying-”

“No, what you’re saying is that you’re assuming her sexuality, and also invalidating it. That’s so low, very low,” Harry got up, heading for the door. 

“Well, don’t cry when she doesn’t want you and has eyes on another woman!” 

“You’re saying a lot of bullshit that doesn’t make sense, but gladly, fuck off!” With his last words, he slams the front door, huffing all the way out of the apartment complex. 

He’s never felt so angry with anyone nor had he snapped like that at anyone, especially women. His mother has always taught him to be kind and respectful to everyone. “But if there’s something that they said was wrong, I expect you to stand up for those who aren’t there to stand up for themselves and people who don’t deserve hatred whatsoever,” his mother would say. And that’s exactly what he did. He stood up for you, even if you weren’t, for the Eric and Mack who is gay and bisexual, and for everyone else whose sexualities are being hated on because ‘it’s not the right way.’ 

When he was walking towards Hollywood, he realized he was in Downtown; way too far for his liking to walk back. But luckily, he had some spare change for the railway. 

He arrived at Sweetland a little past five, and Daren smiled, but also wondered why he was back earlier than usual. 

“Sorry, Daren. The customer I had today was just…” he trailed off, not knowing how to put what had happened into words. 

“What happened, kid?” 

“Well, it was going well—kinda. We were at a diner, and went back to her place, kissed a little, but I wasn’t really into it, to be honest,” Harry said, and Daren chuckled. “She started saying things about gay people and how bisexuality isn’t real, and I just snapped.” 

Daren hadn’t said anything, and Harry was starting to feel anxious. He didn’t know if his boss was going to be mad because he didn’t get any tip, plus he made a customer angry. But Daren reacted the opposite and smiled. 

“I’m proud of you, boy,” he said, patting his shoulder. 

“Really? I’m sorry I didn’t get any money and didn’t do my job, but she was insulting people!” 

“Hey, I don’t care. What you did was right, and I’m glad you did it. Would’ve done the same thing, and leave them horny and to dry,” Daren laughed, and Harry joined. 

“Did it for Eric and Mack too,” Harry included. 

“They would be so grateful you stood up for them. Tough world out there, and it hurts that people can’t live freely,” Daren shook his head, feeling ashamed of how society is developing with discrimination and hatred. 

“I’ll clean up here,” Harry said, grabbing a broom from behind the storage door. He started to sweep up the dust and candy that’s fallen out of their jars. It was a long day for Harry, and it’s going to be even a longer one tomorrow. He’s got a day off from Sweetland for a couple of days, so that means he has to run down to the studio to try and be picked to be an extra or get a screen test. He sighed deeply, thinking about how chaotic it’s going to be tomorrow, and hopefully not be let down once again. 

“Hey, kid?” Harry perked up. “You said you weren’t into when you were smacking lips with that customer…why’s that?” 

Harry smirked, holding the broom in his arms as he spoke. “Well, there’s this girl…” 

It was the usual ten a.m morning rush when folks would gather around in front of the gates of the studio, patiently waiting for two casting directors to come out and make their picks. 

He put on his best clothes; wearing a tan gridded trousers, a cream button down shirt with bottles printed on it, and on top of it, a red and yellow sweater vest. He was always a sucker for a stylish and comfy sweater vest; made him feel very professional along with fashionable. 

As he made his way through the crowd, trying to find Mikey, he found that many people were incredibly rude. They pushed and shoved him as he tried to squeeze in between him, and said some really harsh words. He knew he was ‘cutting’ them, but his friend was waiting for him up at the gates. 

“Hey, Mikey,” Harry greeted, and Mikey turned around, beaming his camera smile. 

“Harry! I’m so glad you’re here. They’re about to come out any second,” Mikey nudged him. 

“Do you think today’s the day?” Harry asked his friend hopefully. Mikey always had this sixth sense that he was able to feel the difference between the good and bad vibes from what they both manifested. And most of the time, It was either a blessing or curse to know. 

“Honestly…” he said suspensefully as Harry waited for, hopefully some good news. “I have a good feeling about this,” Mikey smiled, and Harry clapped his hands once, loudly. 

“That is the shit I like to hear,” Harry said excitedly, putting an arm around Mikey as the boys both smiled in anticipation. 

After a few minutes, the crowd spotted two people walking towards the gate as the guards opened them. The crowd of locals went wild, throwing their hands up as they screamed “pick me!” 

Again, Harry used his trick of smiling not too big and not too small to make him seem like he was trying too hard. The woman scanned through the crowd, glancing at the eager people. She pointed at the ones she wanted, usually picking about five or six people to bring with her on set; already picking five people. 

Once she glanced over to the area Harry was standing, looking over if she wanted to pick another one, but stuck with five. Everyone’s eagerness altered, frustrated that they weren’t picked. Harry’s expression turned into a sad one, wishing he wasn’t too hopeful when Mikey said his senses were telling him they were good. And just as he was about to leave, something struck the lady causing her to turn back around. 

Everyone in the front rows saw it, making them smile quickly at her. But Harry panicked because he thinks he’s looking right at him, despite the sunglasses. Harry softly smiled, in case she really was. And his day, possibly his life, changed when she lifted her hand and pointed right at him, gesturing to him to follow her. 

Harry was in complete shock, practically not even believing he was picked until Mikey physically pushed him towards the gate because the ladies and the rest were waiting. 

“Go on man! You got picked!” Mikey said excitedly, and Harry snapped out of his disbelief, beaming at his friend and kissing him on the forehead before walking inside the gates of Paramount Studios. 

He was so in awe of the whole atmosphere; the crew working on building sets, making props, wardrobe, the cameras—everything. He’s never seen the real thing up until now. But when he was picked to be an extra with Mikey when they had first met, they weren’t in front of cameras or a big set; they were part of the rehearsal act that included them being in a room with all the other actors, so this was a huge deal for Harry. 

When the ladies led the ‘picked ones’ to a room where the screenwriter, director, and producers sat, Harry felt his anxiety rise up again. He had no idea what was about to happen, but he made sure to do it with feeling and to give his best performance. 

“Alright, everyone. In my hand, I have the script of the upcoming movie we finally got approved of. I picked six of you by random to act out specific parts that I think will fit you,” the lady explained. Harry noticed that everyone in this industry was very fierce and strong willed. But he figured, they probably have to because this is a very serious job that has to do with entertaining the entire country. “Think of this as an audition to a movie—because it is. This is the real deal, kids. We’ve never done this before, only picking you all up to be extras, but since we have some small roles that need to be filled, this is your time to shine.” 

She grabbed a stack of scripts and handed it to the group. And when Harry felt the stack of papers that could possibly include one of his lines in a big movie, he felt like he was dreaming. He’s never held an entire script in his hands before, and god, he wished he would hold scripts for the rest of his life. 

“Each of your scripts has a sticky note on it that says the name of the character that I think suits you all, again, based on first glance. You will go to the lounge area, study your character and the general plot of the movie, and you will come back to audition for us. You don’t have to memorize it, but it is suggested. We just want you to get a feel of the character. You have an hour to do so,” she dismissed everyone as they walked out the door and to the lounge room. 

The room was like a movie theatre in some sorts; sofas lined up as people sat and talked about everything and anything. Harry picked a spot in the back, so no one would disturb him as he was buried in the script, studying the character he’s auditioning for. 

After thirty minutes of studying the plot and his character, he came to realize that the movie was a romance film. The classic story of a man falling for a woman, but the woman is hesitant. The casting director had assigned Harry to audition for the main character’s best friend. And when Harry found that out, he was ecstatic. The role obviously wasn’t the lead character, but it was pretty close. 

Harry took the rest of his time to memorize the highlighted lines. He knew he didn’t have to, but like the casting director said, it’s better to. And he’s very grateful for his memorization game that he’s had ever since he was younger; always memorizing lyrics to songs when only hearing it twice. 

With hushed mumbles of his lines, repeated saying it over and over again, he felt confident and he was ready. He had about ten minutes to go before it was time to go back to the room, but he decided to head over there already because he learned that you should always show them that you’re ready; it builds confidence in yourself and it’s always good to be early better than late. 

Harry waited outside of the room when an older lady approached him. 

“Harry, right?” The woman asked, and his head perked up, surprised one person even knew his name in this place. 

“Yeah, that’s me. And you are?” He asked politely, flashing her his million dollar smile. 

Always be nice to others; no matter how good you think you are, you never know where kindness will take you in life. 

“I’m Shareen. I’m not sure if you remember me, but I was at one of your auditions a few weeks ago,” she told him, handing him her hand to shake. Harry took it as his eyes widened, remembering the woman in front of him. She was an older woman--somewhere in her 60s. Harry noticed that she was wearing a barrette on her head, just like the last time he saw her; probably one of her staple pieces, which he thinks is lovely. Shareen had a friendly face as well; Harry not being intimidated by her like he is with the rest of them as she kindly smiled at him with bright eyes. 

“Ah, yes! I remember you. It’s lovely to meet you, officially. Also, love the barette you’re wearing,” he compliments honestly. 

“Oh, thank you, dear. Quite a favorite of mine.” Shareen felt nothing but giddiness when someone noticed her barrette. None of her coworkers rarely noticed it, so it made her happy when someone complimented her on it. 

“It looks wonderful on you,” he smiled, and she placed her hand on his arm. 

“You’re sweet. But I wanted to come by and introduce myself, and tell you that I think you did really well. It’s too bad one of the producers cut it way too short--I was eager to see what you could offer,” Shareen smiled softly, feeling bad for the young man in front of her. 

“Oh, thank you. That means a lot to me,” Harry smiled widely, feeling immensely grateful for someone from the industry to say something like that to him. He rarely gets told that he’s good at what he does, and for someone to say that to him means a ton. “But I’m happy to be getting another shot.” 

“Me too, dear. I just know you’ll do just great,” she patted his shoulders before walking into the room, leaving him to wait alone again. What she had told Harry had given him a boost in motivation; it encouraged him to keep going and to keep trying. And sometimes that’s all he needs--a boost of encouragement to tell him that he’s doing things right. That’s all what everyone needs. 

The other five people had gathered around next to Harry as they waited for another three minutes before they were called in. He took in everyone’s moods as he does, and controlled his breathing and nerves. Everyone was obviously very nervous--Harry was as well, considering this could possibly be a huge step in their careers. 

“Harry and Sky, please come in,” a man called out from the door. Sky was another actress that he assumed he would be auditioning with. She smiled softly at him before walking towards the room, Harry following. 

The room was even more intimidating than the first time. Five pairs of eyes stared at the two as they walked in and stood on the mark that was taped to the floor. 

“Alright, you two. You’ve studied your roles, and now it’s time to perform them. You will be auditioning for page 50.” Harry and Sky flipped to that page as they both studied it for a second. Feel free to use your scripts. But give us your best performance, okay?” One of the ladies said, and Harry and Sky nodded eagerly, nerves creeping up both of their skins. 

Harry glanced at Shareen, and found her smiling at him. The friendly face and smile had calmed him down a bit, remembering her words. After a minute of gathering their notepads, she spoke again. “And action!” 

Harry and Sky turned towards each other with scripts in their hands; Harry walking passed her, arms crossed so he wasn’t tempted to look down at his lines. “I just…they’re not right for each other!” He said. 

“They’re getting married--what can you do?” Sky acted out, a frustrated look on her face. 

“Stop it.” 

“What?” Sky scoffed. 

Harry grabbed her shoulders, according to the script, shaking her lightly and said, “Don’t you get it? We have to stop the wedding!” 

“You’re his best friend! How could you do that-”

“Because I’m in love with her!” Harry exclaimed

“No…” 

“Yes! I’m in love with her. We have to stop the wedding,” his eyes pleaded. 

“You’re insane, Nate.” Sky removed herself from his hold, walking away before Harry ran in front of her to stop her, grabbing her shoulders again. 

“Insane? Don’t tell me that you haven’t been thinking about it too. I know you’re in love with Matt,” Harry raised his brows. 

“That doesn’t mean we stop their wedding,” Sky scolded. 

“But that means we’ll be happy. Can’t you see that?” 

“And cut!” 

Harry and Sky broke out of character. Their faces returned back to normal as they weren’t two stressed out adults who were planning to ruin their best friend’s wedding. Half of the table clapped for them, Shareen, of course, being one of them. 

“Wonderful job, you two,” Shareen said with a delighted smile. “We just need your contact information just in case, and you’re free to go.” 

Once Harry gave them his contact information, which was simply his home phone, he walked out of the studio with a big smile on his face. He had no idea what the outcome would be with all of this, but he was proud of himself for getting through it, and he thought he did a wonderful job this time. 

“Catherine, I know you can lift your leg up higher than that!” You teased one of your students, giving them an encouraging smile. Catherine lifted her leg up all the way to her head, and you clapped for her. “There you go!” 

It was your Monday ballet basics class as little five to seven year olds were spread out, and working on the little number you made up for them. You were exhausted from the long hours of class and plus, it was eleven in the morning, seeing as you were up since seven. But you had an hour left to go before you get to go home, and have a nice bath and a house all to yourself. 

Your father was at work, thankfully not going to be home until later in the night, and your mother was helping her friend with a charity foundation. And an empty house and a relaxing bath that will probably end up with you touching yourself, was calling your name. 

You haven’t been laid since the night you and Harry had sex, and the most you’ve been doing since then was pleasuring yourself. There was just simply no sexual interest when you looked at others, and you may have to just curse Harry out for ruining your sexual life for you, but you were fine getting yourself off. 

As you watched your class run through the routine, you felt a presence behind you, causing you to turn around and see Tyler smiling at you. Tyler was one of the few guys who taught ballet, and on Mondays, he taught the ages of eight to twelve in the morning; the same time as you. 

“Hi, Tyler.” 

“Hey. Are you almost done with the class?” He asked. 

“Yeah. About 40 minutes left--why aren’t you in class?” You asked, figuring he had about the same time left as you, and wondered why he wasn’t with his students.

“I dismissed them early. It’s Monday, the hardest day of the week. But I was wondering if you’d like to get some lunch after your class ends? I’m free for the rest of the day,” he asked you hopefully. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t like Tyler because you thought he was really nice and friendly. When you two had met, he asked you out for dinner, but you were with Chris at the time, so being a loyal girlfriend that you were, you said no, to which he understood. When he somehow found out that you and Chris broke up, he asked again, and you told him honestly that you didn’t want to date nor did you want to go out, and he understood again. But up until now, it was constant questions of asking you on a date and the constant rejection of you saying no. It was clear he couldn’t take a hint. 

“Oh, uhm, I was hoping to be alone today…” you scratched your neck awkwardly. 

“Gotcha,” he nodded his head. “But another question, why do you never want to go out with me?”

“Tyler, I think you’re a really nice guy and I’ve noticed you have some certain eyes for me ever since we met, but I’m just not interested in you. And I hope you understand that,” you told him honestly, but ultimately feeling bad that you even had to tell him that. 

You heard him scoff and saw him roll his eyes, “Unbelievable.” You saw him start to pace, and you were afraid that he would snap in front of your students, so you stopped the music, telling them to take 5, and brought him out to the hall. 

“What is your problem?” You asked confusingly.

“You think you’re the shit, don’t you?” His voice started to raise.

“No, I don’t actually.” 

“You do though! Think you’re all high and mighty just because you’re a rich bitch, but guess what? You’re not!” 

“I never thought I was, but okay,” you said sarcastically, completely annoyed that you have to put up with this dumb arguement. 

“No, you do. Just because you like men and women, you think you can just get anyone?” You looked at him amusingly; you think it’s funny he says that because he’s been begging you to go out on a date with him. “What? You’re secret’s out.” 

“Never really kept it a secret, and I’m happy about that,” you entertained him as he began to grow more frustrated, but you were completely over this conversation as you were never going to give him the satisfaction of snapping at him, so he could possibly tell people that you weren’t all what you seemed. 

Before you reached for the door to your classroom, you turned around one last time. “Hey.” Tyler turned around like a kid who just got scolded, which only added to your amusement. “Feel free to spread that secret of mine, yeah? Makes me proud to be who I am.” 

Your original plan was to go home after class and have a nice day to yourself, but you found yourself parked in front of Sweetland, debating with yourself whether you should go in or not. 

You’ve been sitting in your car for a good 10 minutes under the sun, and your debate meter is pointing to yes because it’s scorching hot in July in California. But not only your body melting from the heat that your debate meter is green on yes, but also wanting to see Harry. 

It’s been a few days since you last saw him at the diner, and it was no secret that you missed him, but seeing his face after two weeks made you realize that you truly missed him. So you made the conscious decision to get out of your car and enter Sweetland. 

When you opened the door, you stumbled into someone who was pushing the door out, but you beat him to it, causing him to fall forward slightly. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Once the man regained his balance, his eyes met yours, and he smiled. “Oh, Harry.” It was the same man that you were at the shop for, and you couldn’t be more happy to see him. 

“H-Hi,” he said nervously, running his ringed clad hand through his disheveled curls. 

“Are you off of work right now?” 

“No, I didn’t work today actually. But we’re still open, so you could go inside.” A hint of pain was felt in his chest when he said those words; wanting to be the one to help you and not one of his coworkers. 

“Oh…I was actually looking for you,” you smiled, and Harry’s eyes widened. 

“R-Really?” He asked surprisingly, and you nodded. “I’m not working though, I just came by to get my paycheck.” 

“Yeah, but I was wondering if we could maybe go out for lunch? That’s if you’re free though.” A hopeful smile was brought onto your face and your innocent eyes looked at him, making it unbelievably hard for Harry to say no, not like he wanted to. 

“I’d love to!” He said a little too excitedly, so he toned it down a bit. You chuckled at his lifted mood. “Where would you like to go?” 

“Swinger’s isn’t too far from here, if you’d like to check that place out? Heard their waffles and milkshakes are to die for,” you mentioned, trying to convince him at the thought of food. 

“Didn’t have to mention waffles—already wanted to go with ya,” he smirked, teasing you as he read your mind while you were trying to convince him. He earned a giggle from you as you walked to the driver side of your car as he walked up to the passenger side. “Ah, missed Rosie,” he said as he got in. 

“Rosie or me?” You bantered, starting your car up. 

“It’s a close tie between you two, to be honest. Although, Rosie might be winning,” he played back. Your jaw dropped dramatically, slapping his chest playfully. 

“Well, what if I say we could share a milkshake? Would I earn points then?” You leaned in a tad bit, asking something so innocent but your time was saying the opposite. 

“Do I get to choose the flavor?” 

“The choice is all yours, honey.” 

“Let’s get there in one piece and maybe I’ll decide then, yeah?” He said, ending the bacon and forth teasing. You giggled as you put your car in drive, and drove off to Swinger’s.

The booth was a cushioned, checkered print seat, but it wasn’t as comfortable as Mel’s, albeit, you’re a bit biased because you’ve been going to Mel’s ever since you were younger, so you couldn’t compare the two. But it was a lovely diner either way. 

Sitting in front of Harry was a bit of a dream. You’d imagined meeting him again over and over without it leading to sex, and the simplicity of how the reality of it turned out to be made you happy. 

You and Harry talked about simple likes and dislikes as a way to ease into getting to know each other. You found out that he prefered mint chip over cookies n’ cream, and to say you were disappointed was an understatement when he ordered you both a mint chip milkshake to share. 

“What? It’s flavorful! Not your usual,” he argued playfully. 

“But cookies n’ cream is just a staple. You can’t go wrong with that,” you raised your brows, knowing you were right and he knew it too. 

“I mean you’re right, but mint chip is good! We’ll get cookies n’ cream the next time,” he told you, putting a truce on the debate, but you ignored the truce as your heart fluttered multiple times at the words ‘next time’ and you wanted to do pirouettes from excitement. “Okay, okay. Pancakes or waffles?” 

“You can’t pick between the two,” you simply put it. 

“That’s a very easy answer though. It’s waffles,” he said. 

Just as you two discussed how you couldn’t choose between the two because you had to be in a certain mood for both, your food had arrived; the aroma of freshly made waffles hit your senses, making your mouth water. 

“So…” you started, sipping the milkshake with your straw. Harry’s head lifted, giving you a smile, encouraging you to continue. “How was your date on Friday?” You asked hesitantly, not really wanting to know if it went well. 

“Uh, not so good…” 

“Oh?” Now you were intrigued. You tried to contain a smile from beaming out by pulling in your lips together, but your eyes said it all. And Harry read your expression, knowing you were happy with what he said. “What happened? If you don’t mind me asking?” 

“Oh, uhm-”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” you said, noticing his hesitation. 

“I do. I just don’t know how to put it,” Harry nervously scratched his head as you told him to take his time. “So she was actually a customer from the shop,” he mentioned, and you gulped, waiting for him to continue. “She wanted to grab a bite to eat before we go back to hers, then we saw you, and I was just so lost in thought of you that I wasn’t paying attention to her that she noticed, so I suggested we just go back to hers. We got there and she immediately started making out with me and placing her hand on my dick, which kind of startled me because I wasn’t really hard or turned on nor was I into it,” Harry explained. 

“Can I ask why you weren’t into it?” You asked, somewhat knowing the reason, but wanting to hear it from him. 

“You. I was thinking of you the whole time, and she also sensed that. And then…” he stopped talking, like he didn’t want to tell you anything. 

“Take your time, or you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” you said calmly, having no idea if something bad had happened during their time together, and you were a bit pissed but you didn’t want to force him into telling you. 

He took a deep breath, controlling his breathing. “We stopped, and she assumed that you were the reason why I wasn’t into it, and she was correct, but then she started to say things how you were into both men and women, saying how weird that was because you wouldn’t give yourself to one person or some shit like that, and by then I was completely off the rails--pissed.” 

“She said that?” You asked with no emotion behind your words, and he nodded. 

“Said it was because you were checking her out at the diner and it wasn't a real thing to like two genders or some shit. I was proper livid,” he shook his head, still in disbelief that he came across a person like that. You only nodded your head slowly, trying to take everything in. Plus, this was not how you imagined coming out to Harry. “But told her to fuck off, and how rude it was to one, assume someone’s sexuality. And two, say that it’s not a real thing. Then I left.” 

Your eyes softened as you looked at him; a crease in his forehead made you reach across the table and smooth it out with your thumb. His features softened, and he looked at you, seeing your glossy eyes look right back at him. 

“Thank you for saying that. No one’s ever defended me like that besides my friends, and that means a lot to me,” you gave him a small smile to which you earned one back. It felt some sort of shock knowing that people live in fear and can’t be who they want to be because society doesn’t accept it, and he felt some sort of sadness when you thanked him and said that no one else ever defended you. 

“Of course,” he said, reaching across the table to hold onto your hand, which you gladly took. His thumb caressed your soft skin, making no effort to let go; not like you wanted him to. 

“I was supposed to have a relaxing night to myself, but I’m glad I went to the shop.” 

“Me too. What made you change your mind?” He asked, and you rolled your eyes, remembering the events that happened before you left the studio. 

You told Harry about Tyler, not leaving out a single detail of what he said to you as it was still fresh and ingrained into your mind. The entire time you told the story, Harry also rolled his eyes and scoffed at some people’s immaturity. But you just shrugged your shoulders, telling him that you were going to live your bisexual life freely. 

“What’d you do this weekend?” You asked, putting an end to your story as you felt like you were talking about yourself too much. 

“Oh, I, uh…had a couple of days off from the shop and I had an audition,” he said with a humble smile. Your eyes widened, jaw dropping. 

“Harry!”

“What?” He asked obliviously. 

“Oh, I don’t know--you just casually mention that you had an audition,” you said sarcastically; a chuckle from Harry was heard. “That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you,” you beamed at him, feeling so happy for him as he maintained his composure and tried not to get too excited. 

“Thank you. I’m trying not to get my hopes up, but it was such a thrill being in front of the producers,” he said, proceeding to tell you the entire story. He felt giddy telling someone other than Mikey or Daren, and he definitely felt your energy, telling him that you were just as excited for him as well. 

“Harry, that’s truly so great. They would be missing out if they don’t pick you.”

“Thanks, sweet girl.” The name had slipped out. It came out naturally, but he closed his mouth immediately, not knowing if that crossed the line since he used that pet name in bed. 

“I’ve missed hearing that name,” you told him honestly, and he calmed down a bit, smirking at you. 

The night was going by quicker than you intended as you hung out with Harry starting around 1 p.m, and now it was nearing 4.

 As much as you wanted to continue hanging out with him, you still wanted to have some alone time with yourself since it was rare that you would have the house to yourself. Besides, like he said, it wasn’t the last time you would be seeing each other. 

“I should probably get going,” you say, a sad tone behind your words. 

“Yeah, okay, sure. Let me just grab the check,” he turned around to find the waitress that served you both. 

“Oh, I can pay for half,” you said, beginning to reach into your purse for your wallet. 

“It’s okay. Let me; I just got paid. And besides, I was the one who picked the milkshake flavor, so let me pay for it,” he smiled at you, making you blush. “Next time, you’ll pick the flavor, and maybe you can pay if you want to next time.” You only nodded, smiling as you watched him just walk up to your waitress and pay for your meals. 

Once he paid, you two walked out the diner; the summer sun was still bright outside, making it seem like it was still early in the day. You walked over to the driver side as Harry stayed still in front of the restaurant. 

“I’ll see you soon, maybe? Drive safe,” he said, waving at you. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Oh, I was gonna catch the railway.” he said shyly, and you chuckled, thinking you were probably crazy if you were going to leave him out here. 

“You know you’re too kind for the world, and don’t need to get all shy on me. It’s just me—you’re comfortable with me?” You asked, wanting to make sure he felt comfortable with you no matter what. 

“Yeah, of course-”

“Then hop in. I don’t bite, that is, only if you want me to,” you smirked, starting your car and putting on your sunglasses. He absolutely loved when you wore your sunnies; you had a different pair on than when he first met you. Today’s sunnies were pink circular glasses; the lens was see through as he saw your eyes, thinking you look absolutely stylish and all kinds of adorable. 

“I live in West Hollywood,” he said suddenly, feeling a bit anxious for you to see the neighborhood he lives in because he knows that it’s nothing compared to where you probably live. 

“Okay, that’s on the way to where I live anyways. Just lead the way,” you quickly glanced at him, giving him a smile before turning your head back to the road. You sensed his anxiousness as you did when you first met him; and you thought that it was simply his personality—he was a shy guy in general. That’s why you wanted to make sure he was comfortable around you, and not push his limits. 

After a few directions from Harry, making a left here and making a right there, you made it in front of his apartment building. It obviously wasn’t a neighborhood you were used to, but you didn’t mind it nor were you going to judge it. It was Harry’s home, and as long as it makes him safe, then everything was fine. 

Harry waited a few seconds, not immediately getting out of the car, before turning towards you as you turned your car off. “I had a really nice time tonight,” 

“Me too. I’m glad we were able to go out. Until the next one?” You subtly slipped in, in case he had forgotten, or to see if he wasn’t joking when he said ‘next time’ at the diner. 

“Of course. I’ll see you then,” he gave you one last smile before getting out of your car. 

“Harry…” you called out just like the last time you had dropped him off. He once again turned around, leaning his forearms on the top of the door and bent down. 

“Yes?” 

You unclicked your seatbelt, making your way towards the passenger side as you kneel on the seat. You reached your hand to place your palm against his right cheek, feeling his stubbled skin. 

“Thank you for today, and for lunch. I mean it when I said I had a really great time.” Your face was inches away from him, and Harry was starting to get very antsy; wanting to kiss you so bad as your lips were so close but so far from his. 

“The pleasure is all mine. I’ll see you next time, sweet girl,” he said. He noticed how much you really like being called that because every time he does, a blushy smile appears on your face, and he would make sure to always call you ‘sweet girl’ to see that kind of smile from you all the time. 

His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips as it was painted in a bit of lip gloss. He also noticed how your attention was on his lips as well. And before he could ask you if he could kiss you, you had leaned your head into his left cheek, planting a kiss to his skin. 

It wasn’t anywhere on his lips, but it was sweet and soft; a sweet innocent kiss that he would always remember and and he was sure he would giddily  scream once he got back to his apartment. 

“Have a good night, honey,” you said as you pulled away. Harry’s heart immediately swooned at the second time you called him honey. 

“Honey?” He said as it came out as a pleasant surprise. You say back down in your seat, blushing. 

“Yeah, is it too cheesy?” 

“No, no! I really like it,” he smiled, dimples showing off. 

“Good.” 

“Great.” 

You two stared at each other, smiling like idiots as neither one of you wanted to leave. But you two broke eye contact due to the car alarm that startled you both, but both looking back at each other as you two giggled. 

“Bye—for the millionth time,” you said as you started your car, putting the gear into drive. 

“See ya, sweet girl,” he bid you goodbye as he gave you one last wave and watched you drive away. 

As he walked up the stairs to his front door, he thought of how the day had been really good and how much he had fun; anticipating the next time he gets to see you again. 

one of my favorite chapters! BE PROUD OF WHO YOU ARE. YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL AND VALID. 

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