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unemployment arc update
#a sock speaks#work tag#things seem. not great. at restaurant job.#I could go there as a last resort but it sounds like the current management is making things miserable for employees#writeup for leaving without finishing sidework. writeup for staying late to finish sidework. only scheduling one server per shift. etc.#I kinda don't want to go back as things are đ
#I'm thinking about applying where my mom works#she does at-home care for disabled & elderly people#I'd for sure need a car and I think there are things I'd find stressful#(purity culture hit me Really Badly and I'd have some work to do before I could comfortably bathe or dress another person)#but it sounds so much more relaxed day to day. better for my anxiety.#and tbh if I could work through the modesty issues that would be good for me#pushing me to get a car sooner would also be a good thing#and I think maybe I could mature a bit more with a job like this. I still kinda feel like an underbaked adult yk?#the hourly pay is a bit less than restaurant job after tips but this job has good healthcare and union representation and all that#also the scheduling is more flexible so I could do orchestra and plan outings with friends and things like that#I had reservations about it but there are so many reasons it could be a good fit#most of it is light housecleaning. washing dishes. cooking simple meals. grocery shopping. taking ppl to appointments.
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exboyfriend!Sukuna x f!reader.
cw: smut, outdoor sex, angst, controlling behavior.
Your date was a disappointment.
The guy wasn't an asshole or anything, but at some point he'd talked about cryptocurrency for ten minutes straight without you saying a word and there was no coming back from that.
"I had a great time," he tells you as you stand on the subway platform after finally escaping the restaurant. You nod noncommittally and wonder if this is the part where he asks for your number. You're calculating the risk/reward of giving him a fake number and having him potentially call it while you're still right in front of him when you hear a familiar laugh from behind you.
"I doubt it," the voice says and you close your eyes. Maybe if you wish hard enough you can develop teleportation and not have to deal with this.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" your date asks, his voice only wavering a little as he looks at your ex-boyfriend. Honestly, you admire him. The sight of the tall, heavily tattooed (alleged) criminal was usually enough to make people cross the street to avoid him but not this accountant? Investment baker? Dentist? Fuck, he'd talked about his job for thirty minutes and you had not been listening. You would have guilty if you weren't actively judging him for not even noticing your lack of engagement.
Whatever, he probably wasn't brave, he was probably just an idiot.
Sukuna seemed to agree as he laughed again and put his hand on your shoulder.
"I'm her boyfriend."
Your date looked at him, looked at you, and seemed to be weighing if this was worth one mediocre date. He seemed frozen for a second until Sukuna took a step forward and the guy's previously dormant survival instincts seemed to awaken and he booked it down the train platform.
Once he was out of sight, you took Sukuna's hand and dropped it off your shoulder like a fallen leaf that had got stuck on your jacket.
"Are you following me, now?" You wouldn't have put it past him. You turn to face your ex who looks not only unrepentant for his little routine but vindicated. Or maybe he just looks vindictive, you can never tell.
"Are you going on dates with any loser that asks?" He tosses back and you roll your eyes.
"You didn't even meet him."
"So, he wasn't a loser? And you weren't deciding if it was worth giving him a fake number and having him call you right then?"
You hated that he knew you so well.
"He seemed the type to call," you concede and Sukuna scoffs.
"Absolutely, that fucker is. Women have been giving that dumb fuck fake numbers since he was begging for them with his little Nokia flip phone."
"Is Nokia still a thing?" you ask and Sukuna glares at you.
"Do I look like Google to you? Hey, don't try to district me, princess. We were talking about how you seem to have gotten it into your mind that you can cheat on me with any guy with a pulse."
"I'm not cheating on, we're not together," you tell him as your train pulls up. You don't bother protesting as he follows you on it, even though you know the old apartment you used to share is in the other direction from your new place.
"The fuck we're not," he seethes. The other riders look at you and you see one or two guys deciding if it's worth trying to get involved but you're more concerned about the teenage girl who looks ready to fight this asshole for you. God, you loved women.
"You're making a scene," you tell him and he looks ready to make the scene Oscar worthy before you give him the look that used to make him not call your friends' babies ugly when you went to birthday parties.
"Where can we talk then?"
"I'm not taking you to my place," you say and he sucks his teeth.
"Then let's go home."
"You mean to your home."
Sukuna looks furious but you're not in the mood. You had just spent the past two hours on a terrible date, which made you think about how dating was just going to be like this until you found a new boyfriend or gave up, which then made you think about your break up and how up until a few months ago, you thought you would never go on a first date with anyone ever again.
You hated that Sukuna had put you here and you hated that you still loved him.
"I'm not leaving until we talk about this."
"There's nothing to talk about."
You're so tired, Sukuna is so close and it's been so long since you got to smell him or feel his warmth. Your apartment was still barely furnished but everything in it was new and it still didn't feel like home. The one sweatshirt of his you'd let yourself take had stopped carrying his scent weeks ago, and just being close to him now, it made something in you relax. Like you were finally home.
"There fucking is," he hisses and now he's so close you can make out the scar on his jaw and the fullness of his lips. You used to tease him that you'd never met a man whose lips were as soft as his. He may have looked like tough shit, but you would never catch him out of the house without lotion and chapstick.
You wondered if he was still using the cherry chapstick you had bought him at the grocery store the week before you'd broken up.
"Are you going to marry me? Are you going to give me a baby?"
"Princess-"
"Then there's nothing to talk about," you say and you thank whoever's watching that the train is pulling up to your stop. You get off and Sukuna is right on your heels.
"You don't even want those things right now, why the fuck does it even matter?"
"I want them eventually and if you're not willing to give them to me, then I just don't think I need to keep wasting my time."
You're roughly dragged into a nearby alley and tossed against a brick wall. Sukuna's hand cups the back of your head, taking the force of the slam and you hate that he watches out for you even when he's being a controlling jackass.
"Being with me is wasting your time? Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"Not your girlfriend," you snap back. "Let go, I want to go home."
"Fuck you," he tells you and you're about ready to fight him, grown scary man or not when he leans down and his lips are on yours.
They taste like cherry chapstick.
His hand on the back of your head tightens, his thumb pressing against your neck and making you shiver. His other hand is pressed tight to your jaw and when you gasp against his mouth, he presses down as if he can hold you open and consume you so you can't leave him again.
His muscled thigh is in between yours and you can feel the rough texture of his jeans, the same pair he wore to work, the same pair you'd put through the washing machine a thousand times, rub against where your legs are only covered in tights. The shorter than usual skirt meant to entice your date, and instead it was being taken advantage of by your ex-boyfriend.
Sukuna let go of your face so he could put his hand underneath the fabric of your skirt.
"New outfit?" He teases as his hand slides to the top of your tights.
"Got it for my date," you snap and he growls at you before he rips the seams of your tights. Before you can complain, he's dragging them down your thighs and diving into your panties so he can get to your cunt. The underwear is new too and a pained noise leaves you at the sensation of them snapping against your inner thigh, both at the pain and the thought of how much they cost.
"I still have those blue ones you like at home, the ones you wore for my birthday last year," he tells you as he slides his finger down the seam of your cunt. You're wet and it annoys you because orgasming has been a bitch to achieve since you had to start giving them to yourself again.
"You can keep them," you tell him and he bites your lower lip between his teeth, they'd always felt too sharp for a man and you know you're a twitch or a less than playful nibble away from a busted lip.
"They're not really up for wearing anymore anyway."
You want to ask him what he means by that as he kisses down your neck and thrusts one finger into you, the slide almost unholy.
"So fucking wet, your cunt was always better at talking than you were."
The sensation of being filled even though it's not enough it's not enough begins to itch at your need to be satisfied as your mind fills in the gaps of his previous words.
You can imagine Sukuna in the bed you used to share, the dark blue sheets and the comforter covered in a black pattern that had reminded you of the marks that covered his body. One hand holding your favorite pair of panties and the other his big cock, that sometimes you missed even more than him.
Did he use the panties to jerk off with, the fabric just an expensive tissue for his cum? Did he hold them to his nose and pretend he could still smell your pussy on them in the bed that used to smell like both of you? You had tried watching porn and reading smut, the stuff you had relied on before you were together, and nothing compared to what it felt like to come from his fingers, his tongue, his cock.
The only times you had touched yourself when you were together were when Sukuna had wanted to watch, his commentary pushing you to the edge. He had always known what to say.
Good girl, now try two fingers for me. Not enough? Do you need my cock? Fucking slutty princess, eh?
No matter how demeaning his words were, you had never felt true shame because his desire for you was always apparent. Sukuna never held back praise where he felt it was deserved, and he had always been quick to let you know that what you were doing was pleasing him.
"Pay attention to me, princess. I'd hate to think I was boring you." The words are laced with cruelty and the added pressure of a second figure is harsh, too soon, and still not enough.
The hand in your hair tightens, but the grip still careful not to mess it up beyond repair. Something you'd been adamant about in the beginning days of your relationship. The gentleness of it, of him, makes you cry out.
Since Sukuna was the only one who still seemed cognizant of how you were in an alley, only a right turn from being on a public sidewalk, he was quick to catch your moan in his mouth. Nearly purring in reply, a ridiculous thing for a ridiculous man to do.
"Fuck, that's it. No one else can make you feel like this, this cunt is fucking mine."
"Yes," you hiss out in agreement. Pleased with your concession, Sukuna's thumb swipes over your clit as he continues his punishing rhythm with his fingers. You can hear how wet you are as it echoes off the brick around you. Even though it's cold outside, you feel almost too hot between the warmth of his body shielding yours from the world around you and the heat that's continuing to build up in your core.
"So close, I know you are. Beg me, princess and I might let you come," he whispers in your ear and you would feel embarrassed of the whine you let out if you weren't so close.
"Please, Sukuna. Please, let me come!"
"I don't know. Not sure if I should reward you since you've apparently being going around giving this pussy to fucking anyone."
You shake your head. "No, I haven't slept with anyone since we broke up."
Sukuna kisses you so hard, you're grateful for the hand behind your head because you know his knuckles must be bruised from the force he kisses you with. Sukuna pulls back, a string of saliva connecting his lips to yours and you hate that you find that hot. That this whole thing is hot.
For a second, the softness in his eyes takes your breath away and you almost forget about where you are and what you're doing and why it's the worst idea you've ever had. He's just Sukuna, the love of your life and you miss him so much.
You think he might say something crazy like he loves you or even propose but then the softness is gone and he just grins at you.
"Alright, come then, you've earned it."
With permission granted, Sukuna focuses his attention on your clit in just that way you like in the way that only someone who's done this hundreds of times could do. He's definitely leaving hickies around your collarbone and neck, but for now they feel good and when you come, you bite your lip knowing it will be bruised. A reminder of how you're an idiot when you look at it in the mirror tomorrow.
Still soft with your orgasm, you reach down to return the favor but Sukuna grabs your hand.
"I'm not walking around with cum in my jeans," he tells you, kissing your palm. Typical of him, to end something crass with something sweet. You sigh as he puts you back down on the ground. You pull up what remains of your tights, the fabric uncomfortable on your quickly drying thighs. Your ripped panties lie on the ground and Sukuna looks at them forlornly before shaking his head, dirty alleyway panties apparently being too much even for him.
Sukuna grabs the bag you'd dropped when he'd kissed you and gestures for you to exit the alley. A few passersby give you strange looks but you figure if you were going to be arrested for public indecency, it would have happened already.
"I guess we're going to mine," you say. "I live like another two blocks this way."
"I know," Sukuna says already heading that way.
You blow a piece of hair out of your eye. "Of course you do."
When Sukuna actually types in the passcode to your building you almost lose it, but you're tired and honestly you had kind of expected to just come home to him already in your apartment at some point. Sukuna had never been great at respecting boundaries. Or the law.
You unlock the door to your apartment, it takes everything in you not to ask if he already has a key. You don't want to know. He follows you in and the two of you sit at the dingy two person table you have set up by one of the only windows.
"Cozy."
"Fuck you." He smirks in that way that has always made you want to punch him and you're reminded that you're currently wearing shredded tights.
"Sukuna, you wanted to talk. So talk."
The smirk leaves his face and he looks at his nails, pressing his thumb against the one on his pointer finger and then looking through the 'o' formed there. "You left."
"I did."
He looks at you. "Why?"
"You know why," you say, tired again.
"Sure, you want to get married at some point. You want a baby at some point. I don't see what that has to do with us, right now."
"Because right now leads to that some point. It doesn't just happen. There are things I want, that are important to me. If they're not important to you, then I need to find someone who has the same priorities as me."
"Because I'm not your priority," he says and this is the rehash of an argument you'd had a thousand times. Sukuna was selfish and possessiveness and while that had always granted you a certain security, it had also been a chain you'd constantly worn around your ankle. You weren't going to defend your time at work or with friends to your boyfriend. That belonged to a different time, to different women and it had been a nonnegotiable early in your relationship that he figure that shit out with himself.
"Sukuna, I love you but I'm not going to give up what I want for my future because you don't want it. You don't have to want it, in fact I appreciate that you've been honest about it-"
"So appreciative, you left me," the words are almost snarled and you sigh.
"That's not fair. You can't be mad I want something else, the same way I'm not mad that you want something else. It's not a character flaw to not want to get married, or to not what kids. It just means you have a person out there for you who shares that view. Because it's not me."
"Why can't it be enough to just have a life with the two of us?"
"It's not about whether or it's enough, it's about me wanting something else."
There's a pause. Sukuna claws at the dents already in your battered table and deepens the grooves as you try not to flinch at the sound of his nails bearing down on wood.
Finally, he responds. "You know, I spent my childhood, my teens and a lot of adulthood raising Yuuji because our piece of shit parents couldn't be bothered and let me tell you. It's fucking hard. It is constant and they need so much for you. I didn't do anything but work and watch him for almost two decades and I don't want to do that again. I want my own life."
"I understand," you tell him. "That was a lot, even if you did a great thing by taking him in."
"It wasn't because I was nice. You seem to be forgetting that I'm a murderer. And you want me to fucking watch Bluey with some brat."
"You may not be nice but you do right by the people you care about. I also don't think you've murdered a baby, it would probably be okay."
"That's more incidental than a conscience choice," he says and you know he has to hear how ridiculous he sounds.
"Alright. I respect your decision but for what it's worth, we're not kids anymore and you wouldn't be doing this alone. I think Yuuji turned out pretty great because he had you, and I think any kid of our would be lucky to have you as a dad."
"You would really do all that with me," he says and his voice is as close to wonderous as you've ever heard it. "You really are a lost cause."
You try not to react, remind yourself that this is always how Sukuna responds to affection. He'd laughed at you the first time you'd told him you loved him. You'd punched him and broken your hand on his chin. He'd told you he loved you in the ER as the attendant resetting your hand looked on in horror.
"I think that's enough for today. Thanks for stopping by and for the orgasm, appreciate it," you say, rising from the chair. You walk the short trip to your door and open it. "Hope you have a safe trip home."
Sukuna stays seated. "That's it?"
"Yeah, Sukuna, that's it."
"And if I said I could do this, I could give you those things."
You think about it and look him over. How his hands twitch as if only his ego is preventing them from clenching. The clear trauma that was informing his previous stance.
"I'd say take some time and maybe talk to someone. I don't want to do this with someone who can just bring themselves to bear it. I want them to be as excited as me."
"That's asking for a lot from a guy."
"But someone will do it." Sukuna looks angry again and when he steps in your space, you push him gently away with your hand. He goes to hold it and even the familiar scrape of his calluses against your skin can't make you waver.
"Bye, Sukuna."
Sukuna looks at you, waiting for you to give in you know but you won't.
He leaves without another word.
When the door to the stairwell slams shut, you finally let yourself cry.
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It's been a month since you've seen Sukuna and you're on another date.
The guy is unoffensive. He gave you a hug when you met up and he'd made a joke about the plethora of other couples at the restaurant. You two started playing a game where you tried to guess how many dates each couple had been on?
"Three, she's finally figured out she can't put up with how he chews no matter how nicely coiffed his hair is," your date says as you take another sip of your drink.
"That's a second date, his chewing is a commit or quit type of deal and she looks ready to go. Bet they didn't eat together on their first date."
"Is he telling the plot to Dune, he has not stopped talking since we sat down," he says and you giggle despite yourself.
You've just started on the couple both looking determinedly at their phones by the window when your phone rings.
"Sorry, I need to take this," you say and he smiles.
"No worries, I'll let you know how many times she misses her mouth while looking at her phone."
You wave as you go to stand outside. You take a deep breath and then answer.
"Hey."
"Hey, princess. Bad time?"
"No, just, what do you want?"
"Well, I'm planning this first date with this girl and I'm having trouble figuring out how to explain something."
You want to throw up, what kind of test is this?
"What do you want to say?"
"Well, I've heard that it's important to be straightforward with your intentions, so you don't waste anyone's time."
"And what are your intentions?" You manage to spit out and he laughs, his smugness almost seeping out the phone.
"Well not anytime soon, but eventually I think I'd like a little brat. You know, prove to Yuuji that he wasn't a fluke."
You heart is pounding and you hate him. You love him.
"Uh huh."
"And I guess it would probably be easier to do that if we just got married. You know, taxes, healthcare, I still don't have healthcare but my wife will and I've heard you can add people to that."
"This proposal is the fucking worst one I've ever heard," you say, trying to ignore the fact you are now crying in front of a restaurant. People walk by giving you pitying looks, probably think you got stood up.
"It's not a proposal, it's a framing of intent."
"Why do you talk like such an old man, we are almost the same age?"
"Why do you talk like such a brat?"
"You know-"
"Probably," he says and you laugh despite yourself.
"So when is this date?"
"Tonight," he says. "You can wear that dress you're wearing, it looks perfect on you."
"Are you fucking here, you creep?"
"That's no way to talk to your future husband and no. That place is a shithole, I'm at our usual."
"Good, I've missed it. No one makes my drink the way I like it," you tell him and he hums.
"Well, it will be waiting for you when you get here. So get here soon."
"Alright, I'll see you soon."
Sukuna hangs up and you stand there. There's a perfectly nice guy inside. One who makes you laugh and who maybe one day you could grow to love.
But there's another guy across town who is sitting at your favorite restaurant, ordering your favorite drink. His lips taste like the organic chapstick, he claims to be too tacky to be worth wearing but keeps it in his pocket anyway. He built all your furniture and let you paint your bathroom green even though you live in a rental. He's held your hair back when you were sick and cleaned it up even as he bitched at you for the mess and done a rather cruel impression of you retching.
There's another guy that you love.
So you go back into the restaurant to tell your perfectly nice date that something has come up.
Maybe you're a fool, but what else could you do?
Maybe this will be a series, idk. Being an adult is weird. This is def ooc but you know, let me work through things and call them fiction. That's what this account is for.
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For bartender ghost and waitress reader, what about some fluff? Small things like rolling silverware or saving some of the food from messed up orders for each other when they know they havenât eaten?? Also, your writing is absolutely phenomenal and it is keeping me going!! Keep up the great work!
Bulleted post bc I'm lazyyyy but thank you babes!!
Simon's job revolves around the bar, and yours revolves around the restaurant floor. Still, that doesn't stop the two of you from mixing your sidework together, just to have extra time with each other. Price never seems to mind, as long as the work gets done.
You'll stand behind the bar and chop the citrus fruits the way Simon showed you, while he replaces the empty kegs and cleans the taps.
Rolling silverware was no longer his job once you were hired, but he regularly joins you at a booth after your shift is over and helps. He polishes the utensils while you roll them in napkins, and he listens as you ramble on about your day.
Before the bar opens, when he takes his smoke break, you take a snack break. Sitting on the stairs in the alleyway, eating the loaded fries Soap made, while he leans against the brick wall of the adjacent building. You badger him with questions about his time in the task force, and he begrudgingly answers them all (he's preening at the way you listen with such interest).
Sometimes he'll text you before you show up for the day: "need some fruit and bitters for the bar, Sevvy's?" And you know to meet him a bit earlier at the bar, so the two of you can head to the corner market down a few blocks. He carries the basket while you dig through the crates of fruit, insisting on picking the best ones - if it was just him, he'd grab the ones off the top that don't appear to be rotting. But it's you and him, and he's happy to let you drag him from place to place and take up all his time.
You once video called him late in the morning. He immediately worried something was wrong - but when you just started your usual chit-chat, propping your phone against your bathroom mirror and doing your makeup, he realized you were just being domestic. And it warmed his soul more than he cared to admit.
Now, it was a weekly occurrence. You start a video call with him, and the both of you talk as you go about your day. He'll only stop when he has to run into the brewery and discuss the next order with the brewmaster, but even then, he's got one earbud in and his phone tucked into his pocket.
Not much but enjoy!
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Pick Me Up?
Charles Leclerc imagine
summary : the four times Charles picks you up and the one time you pick him up.
pairing : Charles leclerc x fem!reader
I believe there is no mention of YN, but I'm not 100% sure.
word count : 3.5 k
warnings : none that I can think of
note : I only read over this once so if there's spelling errors or other mistakes that's what happened. Next up should either be Logan Sargeant my ex is a footballer or the social media accompanying fic. Anyways, enjoy and me if you like it!!
1. Charles picks you up from a bad date
The date had started fine.
Actually more than fine. He showed up on time, was pleasant to the waitress, and had good manners. Really, he would have even gotten a second date, if he hadnât brought up Formula 1.
Itâs a topic you tend to avoid when meeting new people, as they either tend to know a lot already and want to use you to get to Charles or they donât know anything and assume that you are using Charles, when they know nothing about your relationship. It was a hassle you learned to shut down before it even began.
But back at the date with Vince, he had brought it up and thatâs when things started to go down hill.Â
Despite your best efforts, when people brought up Formula 1, you grew taller and more focused on the conversation, itâs like a switch flipped. While Charles driving for the best known team certainly helped your interest, everything about the sport was fascinating for you and you couldnât help but geek out when the topic came up.Â
Vince noticed your reaction and his casual demeanor turned critical. âYou only know about it because you think the drivers are hot.â That had made your smile drop instantly, brows furrowing as you tried to respond. âProbably canât even name all the teams.â He thinks that stumps you, but youâve dealt with enough shitty men in this sport, youâre not taking anything more from this wanna-be investor.
âI donât have to prove my knowledge of F1 to you,â you state, deciding that this dinner is now over.
âOh, now I know you canât even name five drivers.â Your frown deepens, picking up your napkin and placing it on the table next to your plate. It had gone down hill so fast, how disappointing.
âYour attempt at insulting me into submission is falling flat.â His eyes are wide at your comment, and he must not have expected you realize his move. You flag the waitress over and she walks quickly back to your table, noticing how youâre not smiling anymore. Seems like this date is a bust, so another twenty note must be added to the jar of bets amongst the staff of this restaurant.
(You and Charles visit the place often as it was the sight of your first job, but also the food and people were lovely, and bringing a first date here was the safest option.)
(So they all knew you and were betting on when the dam breaks and you two admit your feelings for each other.)
You hand Lucille enough money to cover both yours and Vinceâs meals, not bothering with the change. Your goal now is to get as far away from Vince as soon as possible. He opens his mouth to say something again, but you are already out of your seat and walking towards the front door, phone calling Charles to pick you up.
He answers on the first ring, always on alert when you go on dates.
(Not because heâs jealous or anything, but because heâs worried about you and needs to make sure that you stay safe. Heâs been tempted to bribe the staff of your little restaurant for information during dates after a particularly bad one, but his mom talked him out of it.)
âMa cherie, is everything alright?â You roll your eyes at his question, just knowing that thereâs a smirk on his face right now. He didnât have a great feeling about Vince, but he wouldnât say I told you so.
âCan you pick me up please?â You barely need to finish your question before he answers with an âof course, Iâm already on my way.â
âNeed me to stay on the phone?â You glance back at the restaurant, looking in the window to find Vince scrolling away on his phone, oblivious to the movement around him.
âNo, focus on the streets. Iâll be fine.â Charles hums his answer and hangs up, leaving you to look busy on the streets of Monte Carlo.
He pulls up not even two minutes later, stopping the car haphazardly in a tow-away zone. You rush to the side, opening the door and shimmying in as fast as you can because even though this is Charles Leclercâs very recognizable Pista, you donât want to risk any tickets. While he pulls away you realize how fast he showed up and a question forms on your lips, but he speaks before you have the chance to ask.
âI was only down the road at the marina.â He seems sheepish, like the answer is rehearsed, but you donât push it because youâre still grateful that he showed up. What would you do without him to pick up after a bad date?
2. Charles picks you cause your car breaks down
This time when you call him should feel less embarrassing than other times, but really it only feels worse. How are you going to admit to him that the car youâve been saving up for and desperately wanting since you were 7 just crapped out on you before you could even get out of the parking garage? Especially when he advised you against such car. It would be humiliating.Â
Alas, you made the call, practicing in your mind what you would say to him.Â
Again, he picks up on the first ring, though this time youâre not sure as to why he answered so fast.
âIs everything alright, ma cherie?â You blush, grateful he canât see your face.
âIâm stuck,â you exhale, ready to face what ever he has in store for you.
âStuck?â
âMy car wonât start and Iâm still at work, everyone else has left and Iâm in need of a ride.â
âOkay,â he answers, relief filling you. âIâm leaving the gym with Andrea, I should be there in 15 minutes. Donât talk to any strangers.â
âLove you too, Charles.â You roll your eyes, hanging up on him and sitting in the drivers seat of your beloved, but broken, car. Thatâs some good money about to go down the drain for the tow and mechanic fees. As you debate calling your dad to help you out with diagnosing whatâs wrong with the car, a familiar rumble enters the garage, and you see the ever famous Pista pulling up next to you, a smirking Charles in the driverâs seat.
âSomeone call for a pick up?â You want to roll your eyes at him, but the smile on his face makes the irritation melt away. After a long day at work, made even longer because your stupid car that you really wanted wouldnât start, all you feel is relief and affection for the man in front of you, and itâs a little too overwhelming.
Tears pool in your eyes and Charles frowns, cutting the engine and climbing out so he can hug you. He only admits it to his mother, but holding you is just as good a driving when heâs driving on the track with a car that responds to his every command.
(And what he wonât admit to anyone is that if holding you feels like that, then kissing you must feel like heâs just won a world championship.)
âMa cherie,â he whispers, pulling your body into his own and stroking your hair to soothe you. He doesnât ask any questions, which youâre grateful for, you donât actually know whatâs wrong other than everything is just too much and him showing up makes you feel safe enough to let it all out.
When youâve finally slowed your breathing and made yourself relax he pulls away, looking at you with so much love in his eyes that youâre not sure if youâre dreaming. âNow you know what it felt like to drive under Binnotto.â
The comment is a shock and it makes you snort, which is what Charles was going for. Your laugh that he thinks could make him smile even in the darkest moods. âYou canât say that Mr. Ferrari.â You smack his chest while shaking your head, but the rueful smile on your face tells him that you still havenât gotten over the team principle screwing him over.
Then the smile eases into something much more natural, and he knows the tense moment has passed. âTakeout?â he suggests, ushering you to the passenger side of his car. You nod at him and heâs pretty sure that he would do anything to make you smile.
3. Charles picks you up for a spontaneous lunch date
The next day itâs he who calls you, but you still an answer on the first ring.
(Youâve dedicated a MĂ„neskin song as his ringtone so you always know when heâs calling)
(He made your ringtone a Mika song after you dragged him to a concert)
âCharles,â you answer, confusion in your tone.
âMa cherie!â he sounds excited and you canât help but want to follow him anywhere he goes when he sounds like that.
âIs everything alright?â You ask it this time, because shouldnât he be packing for a race now?
âIâm outside, weâre going to spend the day on the water.â After leaving your home last night, Charles decided that you needed a pick me up, and what better way but to spend a few hours lounging around on his yacht, soaking up the sun and enjoying each otherâs company.
(No one else would be there, but this wasnât a date.)
(Seriously Arthur, it wasnât a date.)
You spare a glance around your room, laundry begging to be done and dishes waiting to be washed. Yeah, you could use a day away from chores.
âLet me grab a bag,â you tell him, already throwing more clothes around the room in search of your favorite bathing suit. He hums through the speaker and you put your phone down to keep searching for the bathing suit. It was your favorite red crossover one piece and you be damned if you didnât wear it today, anything to manifest a Ferrari win.
When you finally manage to find it, in the pile of clean but not put away laundry, you pick your phone back up and tell Charles youâll be right down.
In two minutes youâre out the door of apartment, eyes landing on Charles leaning against his car. He looks so handsome with the windswept hair and Ray-bans on, you really have to wonder why heâs spending the afternoon with you and not some model he met in a garage.
(Heâd say itâs because itâs the weekend before a race and this is a tradition, spending the afternoon with you before he leaves is the only way to ward off bad luck.)
(Seriously, before the Netherlands race last year you'd been unable to make it because of a bad cold and he had to retire the car that race, so safe to say you were forced to the boat, or his apartment, or he came over before the plane every time after that.)
Maybe the question is what would he do without you?
4. Charles picks you up from a girlâs night
This time Charles doesnât pick up on the first ring, in fact, he barely makes it to the phone in time to answer. Thatâs because itâs not you who is calling, but rather a friend.
You and few girl friends had decided on a girls night out for one of them going through a bad break up, but after a few pregame shots and then drinks at this club, you were pretty intoxicated.
Looking for your group after coming back from the bathroom and the bar, you had spotted Lando and Max across the room, which made you think about Charles.
(Not that he ever really left your mind.)
And when you think about Charles, you wonder where he is, so you went to your friends. Both their faces lit up when they saw you, indicating that they were also not sober. After a quick hug for both of them you turn to survey the rest of the bar, looking for your Monagasque.Â
âHeâs not here!â shouts Max, trying to be heard over the noise. Your shoulders drop, turning back to the two racers with a pout on your lips.
âWhere is he?â you ask, trying to seem nonchalant, but drunk you canât hide her feelings as easily as sober you.
(Many would argue that sober you canât hide her feelings easily either, but all that matters is that Charles doesnât find out. And since heâs too occupied in hiding his also obvious feelings, youâre both oblivious to the otherâs pining.)
Lando says that Charles stayed at home, something about playing the piano and having an early night was more tempting than drinks. The real reason being that if Charles went out he would not have been able to stop thinking about you and your potential suitors, which would lead to him drinking to forget. He was not up for another heartbreak hangover.
Your eyes light up at the mention of Charles playing the piano, sitting down in the booth with them. âOh! I bet itâs going to sound wonderful!â Both drivers roll their eyes, and to their disappointment, youâre not drunk enough to miss it. âYou donât like his music?â The accusation in your tone makes them readjust their face. Itâs not that they donât like his compositions, itâs just that when Charles explains them, itâs almost always about how you looked on a certain day and he just was so inspired he had to put something down. Theyâre really tired of the back and forth between you too.
You begin your speech on how talented Charles is at the piano, which then morphs into how talented he is as a driver, and then as a person. It all turns into a ramble about how proud you are of him, something theyâve all heard before.
When youâve somehow made it to Leo and how Charles chose the perfect puppy, the man himself shows up.
âMa cherie,â he interjects, placing a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. You turn towards him, and Max swears that there should be cartoon hearts in your eyes.
âCharles!â you yell, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. âWhat are you doing here?â Youâre slightly too loud for being in his arms, but he doesnât care if you yell his ear off, itâs still you.
âMax said you were ready to come home.â Your brows furrow at that, because you donât remember ever saying that, or even Max disappearing to call Charles, but you canât be mad at him showing up.
âOne more drink?â you ask, eyes pleading with him. Charles shakes his head, he can feel how much heâs supporting your weight even while sitting and knows that any more alcohol will likely end with you tripping over yourself.
âWater,â he answers and youâve agreed to the words coming out of his mouth because itâs Charles, and heâll never steer you wrong.
Charles heads to the bar to grab a water, running into your group of friends there. He tells them your status and thatâll heâll be taking you home after this drink. They all nod along, most of them predicting that the night would end like this: Charles showing up and driving you home.
When itâs finally time to leave and Charles has ushered you out of the packed club into his Pista, you remember that you came here with a completely different group. âThe girls!â
âDonât worry, ma cherie, I saw them before we left and told them Iâd take you home.â The gentle smile on his face is enough to put one on yours. Where would you be without him, indeed.
+ 1. You pick Charles up from the airport
Youâve got a new car now, thanks to Charles, and since he needs to be picked up from the airport, youâve decided to take it for a nice spin. The roads are relatively clear for the drive, and youâre there in the usual 30 minutes. That makes you early for Charles, but you take the time to work out what youâre going to say to him.
Before you get out of the car you text him your location, so that he can head right out and find you, rather than you going into the terminal to look for him. He always was better at finding you.
The last night out had not only ended with Charles taking you home, but with a revelation. You couldnât keep living like this. Loving him so much and not telling him was suffocating. It made you feel like you were on the edge of a cliff with nothing to keep you safe, and you were tired of it. So the question was, how did you tell him.
âCharles, Iâve been in love with you for ages,â you said, but shook your head. That didnât sound right.
âCharles, I have to tell you something really important. I think Iâm in love with you.â No, you shook your head again and groaned. âI donât think Iâm in love with him, I know I am.â
âCharles, youâre the most important person in my life, I donât know what Iâd do with out you.â Okay, solid start, you might have something with that.
âCharles light of my life.â No. âThatâs too cheesy.â
âGod, I wish I could put into words how much you mean to me. I love you so much I donât know what to do with myself most of the time. Itâs like I need to feel you to be able to breathe properly. All I really ever need is for you to look and smile at me and Iâll know that everything will be alright. I can get through anything with you there. If you love someone else it would break my heart, but knowing that youâre happy is all I need to be okay. Iâd live with the thought of you loving someone else, because if they made you as happy and good as I feel, then thereâs nothing more I could ask for.â Yeah, that sounded-
âWell itâs a good thing I love you too.â
You screamed, turning around to see Charles behind you in all his glory. Black sweatshirt and baggy jeans, hair messy like he ran his hand through it multiple times.
âHow long have you been there?â you asked, face turning red enough to rival Ferrari.
âAt Charles, light of my life.â He shrugged, like you hadnât just bared your soul out to him. âThough, I disagree, itâs not too cheesy.â Could you get any redder? Feels like this is as red as a human being could get before self-combusting.
Heâs just standing there, with a dopey smile on his face that you want to kiss, but you canât. Something is holding you to the spot. You force yourself to say something. âCan you say something else?â
âLike what?â
âAnything else, I feel like Iâm going to explode if you donât say something.â
âThanks for coming to pick me up.â He adds a shrug to the end and you narrow your eyes.
âThatâs not what I meant, and you know it.â
âOh, you want me to say that I love you too.â
âI donât want you to say it if you donât mean it.â If you were a kid youâd add a stomp to the end, as if you were throwing a temper tantrum. He furrows his brow like heâs confused and still you want to kiss him senseless.
âWell, I mean it.â
Now youâre the one confused. âWhat?â
âI love you too, and I donât think Iâd be okay if you loved someone else as much as I love you. Because Iâm selfish and a terrible man and I want you all to myself.â He shakes his head. âI need you all to myself,â he corrects. âYouâre the love of my life and if I wasnât yours then I donât think I could go on. But you said you do love me, so everything is so much easier now.â Each sentence is punctuated with a step closer, until heâs just a few inches from you, like he needs you to take the last step. You do, without hesitation, because you really would do anything for him.
Eyes glancing at his lips and back, you catch him doing the same thing. âI love you more than anything in this world. Iâd give up racing if you asked, I do anything for you.â
Another glance at his lips. âIâd never ask that of you, Charles. But, I love you too, and Iâd do anything for you.â His smile at those words would normally catch you off guard, like youâd stop breathing at it, but somehow it just makes everything easier right now. So you kiss him.
Leaning forward those last few inches to grab his shoulders and pull him down so you can kiss him with as much love as you can muster. If words canât explain how much you love him then maybe kissing him will convey it. That you love him more than words, actions and thoughts can combine. You love him.
(And he loves you.)
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practice - carmen berzatto
pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader, mentioned platonic marcus x reader
summary: The sudden changes at your work prove to be a lot to keep up with, but Carmy notices your efforts where you think heâs just a tough boss. He proves to be more than that when he finds you pulling an all-nighter at the restaurant.
wordcount: 3.8k
warnings: none really, anxious reader, ooc!carmen (he would never let mistakes fly like this lmao), kinda fluff at the end
a/n: this is basically how i would react working there bc i almost have an anxiety attack every ep watching carmy yell at everyone. sorry for any typos!
The fast moving pace that Carmen Berzatto brought to The Beef was something extraordinary. The skill of his professional chef background was carried over into the small hole in the wall that otherwise would have never changed if it wasnât for him.
His drive was contagious, even infecting the staff you knew like the back of your hand. You never would have thought your coworkers, ever comfortable with a stagnant pace, would become accustomed to such change around their second home.
It was great to see your favorite people quickly see their own potential thanks to Carmyâs vision. The only problem was you.
You were falling behind, and quickly.
You tried to convince yourself you could keep up as things changed. But your mind was faster than your barely skilled hands and you were terrible at cutting ingredients evenly during a rush and you always somehow got sliced or burnt and your eyes always stung from the onions you were stuck prepping because that was the one job you couldnât fuck up but hatedâ to put it simply, you sucked.
The faces of your coworkers reflected what you feared every time you turned around to take a breath, heels of your hands rubbing tears from your eyes as Carmy screamed profanities at the crew. Tinaâs eyes would linger on you, brows raised and silently asking if you were okay. You would nod and blink the tears away before jumping back in. By the end of every shift Ebraheim would pat you on the back before leaving, and Sydney would send you a small, sympathetic smile and wave while you tied your shoes on the bench near the locker.
Each time you could see the sympathy in their eyes and it made you hate yourself even more.
You were used to sandwiches; assembling simple ingredients between a hoagie bun on a slow Sunday surrounded by the people you called family. Cracking jokes here and there, no pressure to make things completely perfect, which ended up making things perfect. So much so that regulars even seemed disappointed to see you up at the register some days instead of in the kitchen assembling their lunch.
Carmy wasnât blind, he could see exactly what was going on, which was why he didnât pick on you as much as he did when he first arrived.
The first couples of weeks that Carmy was there he noticed the difference in your station compared to everyone elseâs. Organized, cohesive, cleanâsave for the multiple drinks you always had. You worked at your own pace, not slow but definitely not up to par with Carmenâs standards. You made it work though, cutting ingredients almost perfectly and whipping up sandwiches and other specialties not a second too late.
The change happened when Carmy upped the stakes and encouragedâor yelled atâeveryone to be as quick as they possibly could. His yelling was off putting, and you didnât respond well to much other than positive reinforcement.
The chef didnât notice until the uneven bread and too-thin tomato slices lead back to you. He was quick, marching over to you with a purpose; if it was a cartoon, his hair would be alight with fire. âChef!â His voice was hard and urgent, because he didnât have time to deal with this.
As he approached, he noticed your hands shaking as you held the dull shitty knife, head whipping up and cheeks red, all but heaving from the pressure. So much pressure.
âYes Chef?â You asked attentively, waiting for him to explode.
Carmen had all intentions to do just that, tear you a new one, tell you that youâve been here long enough to know how to cut a fuckinâ tomato the right way but he paused. The look in your eye was wild and scared. His face fell, obvious turmoil behind his blue eyes causing a change in his decision. You waited with bated breath, but what you were expecting never came.
Instead, Carmen did his best to be calm and set his hand on the counter, leaning a bit. âI want you to show me how to slice that tomato.â He said.
âWhat?â You were confused and it was clearly written on your face. So were your nosy coworkers who exchanged looks and shrugged, expecting the young man to wail on you with his words.
Looking over your shoulder at the others, you tried to exchange weary looks with anyone but Carmy pulled you back in with his words. âDonât worry about their shit. Câmon, show me.â He said again, motioning to the tomato sitting on the cutting board, looking at you expectantly.
After a beat of weariness you did what he asked. With an exhale your knife pierced the red skin and cut it, your wrist dragging it back and forth to cut all the way through. You gave a few more slices, doing your best to ignore his scrutinizing gaze.
Reviewing your slices, you mentally pat yourself on the back at the sight of them perfectly even and a fairly thin. You turned to look at Carmy, and he seemed to have an epiphany as he stood there holding his chin. Eyes flickering up to you, he nodded. âYou know what that showed me?â He asked, and before you could answer he continued. âYouâre competent, you did that shit with a dull knife. Donât cut âem too thick or too thin, you have no excuses.â
He should feel ridiculous, like he was coaching a baby how to do the easiest job in the world, but for some reason Carmen was able to swallow his irritation and try to guide you.
You nodded, back straightening and hands sweaty. âYes, Chef.â
Carmy was about to walk off but stopped himself, turning back around, eyes boring into yours as he grew more serious. âYou hear me yelling, you listen, but I need you to focus, Chef. You can do this shit, Iâve seen you pull through before. Donât let my mouth get to your fuckinâ head.â He said low enough just for the both of you to hear.
He was close, blue eyes staring right at you, the smell of the kitchen clinging onto his apron. It shouldâve been intimidating, and it was a little, but you knew this was his version of offering comfort and maybe even some sort of apology.
âHeard, Chef.â You said just as quietly back.
There was a second of him staring, before he simply walked away without another word, leaving you to your own devices. Whatever he said seemed to put some perspective into your work, because you didnât have anys setbacks for the rest of the day.
On the way home, sitting on the train with headphones in your ears and a jacket wrapping you up tight, Carmyâs words swirled in your head. You knew you could do this, and you could somewhat see in Carmyâs eyes that he had faith in you too. It was just a new world you were all suddenly thrown into and it was hard finding your place. On days where you felt like a baby fawn standing on shaky legs, wobbling and failing to find your footing, you had to keep going.
A single word rang in your mind.
Practice.
Your apartment was pretty small and shared with a roommate, so you lacked the accommodations and tools to really do all you wanted. Aside from that, you didnât want to be the rude roomie who clashed pans in the kitchen all night long. So, as you made your way off the train you didnât leave the station. Instead, you waited for the next ride to the city and headed straight for The Beef.
The sun set as you approached the back door, humming a tune as you pulled out a spare keyâone that definitley would be confiscated once Carmy found out about it, probably clambering about it not being safe in the foreseeable futureâfrom under the fuse box outside and unlocked the door.
You entered the kitchen, brows immediately raising as you saw all of the kitchen lights on. Slowly moving forward, a sense of anxiety grew as you knew no one would usually be here except for Carmy, and you really did not want to get a talking to from him right now.
Turning the corner, you sighed in relief when you saw the familiar stature that belong to Marcus. He had his phone out, recipe pulled up in front of him and a song playing softly from the speakers that he sang along to. You chuckled softly, alerting him of your presence. Head snapping up at the sound, he almost looked like a deer in the headlights as he met your eyes.
Similarly to you, he let out a relieved sigh and sent you a smile. âScared me, Y/N.â He laughed softly, hands whisking again.
âSorry.â You apologized, tugging your coat off. âWhatâre you doing here, man?â You asked as you headed over to the lockers and shoved your stuff away.
Marcus shrugged. âCould ask you the same thing.â
âPractice.â You said simply, shrugging and tying your apron around your waist. Approaching the kitchen, you started gathering a few clean pots to start your work.
Humming and nodding, Marcus gave you a knowing grin. âSame here.â There was a beat of comfortable silence as you gathered a knife, cutting board, and an onion before washing your hands. âI actually stay here sometimes overnight. Itâs easier, that way I wonât waste time going back and forth from home.â Marcus explained.
Surprise filled your features and you sent him an impressed look. âWow, no wonder youâre getting better fast.â
He chuckles bashfully, filling another mixing bowl with flour and whatever else he desired. âEh, I guess.â The shrug of his shoulders made you laugh before you turned back to your own work.
With one last question of Marcus asking if you minded his music, and you affirming that you didnât mind at all, he turned the dial on his bluetooth radio up and you both fell into a comfortable rhythm; Marcus in his corner and you on the stovetop.
By the end of the evening you prepared a vibrant beef braciole dish that a few of the others had been practicing since Carmy introduced it. You brought it to one of the stainless steel counters with two forks, setting it next to the two pieces of cake Marcus had sliced up from his recipe of the evening.
You both dug in, humming in satisfaction as you tasted each otherâs creations, sharing impressed and âholy shitâ expressions that made the other laugh.
âThis is fantastic.â Marcus said, another mouthful of beef being added to his mouth.
You laughed and shook your head, muttering a thank you, trying to swallow down your surprise. Marcus could tell, because he doubled down. âNo, really, Y/N. This is the best one Iâve tasted yet, aside from the big Chef.â He said with a grin.
Shaking your head, you gave him your appreciation. âThank you, Chef. I can say the same thing from you.â You motioned with your fork to the cake. In truth, his words pushed you and affected you more than you lead on.
The both of you fell into a rhythm, whipping up treats and savory meals almost every day after work. Marcus playing music at his own station, you timing yourself relentlessly to try and replicate the fast pace of the open hours of the restaurant. You sometimes even found yourself staying overnight, taking turns with Marcus to use his sleeping bagâhe insisted where you didn't want to overstep, but sleep called you and his pillow was comfy.
Relentless practice proved to keep you on track and up to pace with everyone else, slowly but surely. The impressed glances shared between Tina and Sydney every time you had them taste a dish or were quicker than usual were enough, but Carmen was ever the critic. A new menu soon graced The Beef alongside their regular sandwiches, and it was a tough menu to master. You almost had them all down pat, practicing relentlessly for almost four weeks now after work.
However, every time you presented a steaming spoonful of stew, or a perfect bite of chicken piccata that everyone else in the kitchen seemed to love, Carmen would bite into it, hum, and shake his head. "Good." He said every time.
"Good like.. good good? Or good but start over, it's trash, throw it away?" You would ask, clearly waiting with baited breath on a slow day.
Carmy shook his head again. "It's not ready yet, Chef." And then he would be off to collect more expo receipts and leave you there disappointed, shoulders deflating in defeat.
"I think it's great, Chef." Marcus would smile, hands busy working on dough for his unmastered donuts. You would offer a sad smile in return, marching off to assemble another hoagie and handing your failed dish to a waiting Richie in exchange for an appreciative rub of his hands together. The negative feedback only spurred you to improve your craft as much as you could.
It was a rare occasion that Marcus didn't stay at the restaurant overnight. He left early in a frenzy after a phone call, muttering something about his mom's nurse needing him. Offering comfort wasn't your strongest suit, so you bid him luck and made a mental note to bring him his favorite coffee during work later in hopes to cheer him up.
At the same time you were plating what felt like your dozenth chicken piccata of the week, soft footsteps approached the kitchen. As soon as the timer went off behind you, you whipped around and hit the top, a harsh exhale and wipe of your forehead following the silence. You felt proud, plating and finishing your dish in record time without any hiccups.
A soft chuckle brought you out of your stupor, head snapping up to meet bright blue eyes from across the kitchen. There stood Carmy with his unruly curls, white tee and brown jacket he was beginning to pull off. In place of his usual stoic face was an amused expression, clearly not expecting to see someone in the kitchen at this hour.
You froze at the sight of him, but his soft smile eased your shoulders a bit. âSmells good.â Carmy said as if it was the most casual thing, hanging his jacket by the lapels on a hook. He sat on the bench, beginning to change his shoes into nonslip ones.
Stuttering, your cheeks turned pink. âO-oh, uhhh, thanks.â
âYouâre here early.â He said back, standing now and readying to tug on his apron.
Brows furrowed, you looked above him to glance at the kitchen clock. Big red numbers read 6:15 AM and your brows raised in shock. Before you had a chance to respond, he walked closer, beginning to talk again. âIâve noticed you and Marcus are always here before anyone else.â
You shrugged, nervous smile gracing your lips as they upturned slightly. âAh, yeah. We both wanted to practice. Yâknow, catch up with everyone else.â You explained. Conveniently, you decided to not mention the instances of spending the night, figuring it would be a little to embarrassing or earn you a talking to.
Carmy was now approaching the other side of the counter where you stood, hands tapping the steel. His little smug smile didnât leave his lips as he nodded. âI also noticed a few things missing from our inventory.â His words were clearly teasing, but they made your face run pale.
âFuck, I'm sorry, Chef. Take it from my paycheck, pleaseâI didnât even considerââ The rambling was embarrassing, and his head shake cut you off.
âNo, stop, Y/N. I'm teasing you.â Carmy laughed softly with a small smile, clearly endeared. The use of your name made you bashful.
A beat of silence followed, your mouth opening and closing like a fish. Carmy glanced behind you at the dish that laid perfectly plated, motioning to it with his hands. âLetâs see if your hard work is paying off.â
Blinking in surprise, you obediently nodded and turned to grab the dish. Sliding it in front of him, you gathered a fork and knife. Carmy grasped the utensils with a âthank youâ, fingers brushing yours. It didnât take long for the chef to dig in, eyes immediately closing once the first bite hit his taste buds.
âSo.. what do you think?â You plucked up the courage to ask after he swallowed.
Carmy looked up at you, lips curling upwards and a proud look dawning his features. âGreat, as usual.â
Usually those words would make you excited, but Carmy had a habit of complimenting your dishes before declaring how they werenât good enough just yet. You simply nodded, swallowing thickly as he took another bite and savored the taste. âWhat should I change?â You asked, straightening your back in preparation for the inevitable criticism.
Humming, Carmy shook his head, the same amused look as before coming back. âNothing, Chef. Itâs perfect.â He said firmly. Those words made your breath leave your lungs, hands becoming clammy, and before you knew it you were grinning.
âReally?â You asked, not able to keep your excitement together.
Carmy let out a full laugh at that. âReally.â He confirmed.
You clapped your hands together before covering your face, hiding the grin as best you could. It had been awhile since you felt so elated due to cooking, and you werenât quite sure what to do with yourself. You felt like the whole month of dedicating your time to cooking was culminating to this moment. Carmen watched you with soft eyes, taking in how happy his words made you. You turned back to him, giving up hiding how ecstatic you were. âI braised it differently this time, could you tell? Well, obviously you could if itâs good this time.â You rambled on, a bit of a giggle in your voice.
âItâs always this good, Y/N.â Carmy suddenly said. His words had you pausing, tilting your head playfully. Hand trailing along the counter, he rounded it to stand next to you.
"What do you mean?" You asked, smile falling a bit. The man's words echoed in your head and you looked around the room as if to try and find meaning from his statement. Surely he didn't have you remake the dish for no reason, right? But Carmy's strong posture and raised brows, waiting for you to figure it out yourself, made you think that's exactly what he did. Sobering up, you scoffed and crossed your arms as you sent him a look. "Are you serious? This whole time..." You trailed off.
"Yes, this whole time." He said, leaning on the counter with one hand, eyes not leaving you. "I needed you to bust your ass, Chef. I knew you needed the practice, so I gave you the motive." Carmy explained. The scrunch of your nose made his chest hum with something warm, akin to looking at a kicked puppy that he wanted to scoop up and reassure. Guilt washed over him a little bit as he feared he was acting more and more like his old Chef, but he pushed those feelings down as best he could. He did this for the right reasons, unlike that dickhead in New York did to him. There was no berating and preying on insecurities, just some tough love.
Sighing, you were torn between being angry and feeling grateful that Carmy saw this potential in you. You didn't know what to say, so you blurted out exactly how you felt. "I'm embarrassed."
Carmy frowned, ducking his head to catch your eyes where you looked down a bit. "Why are you embarrassed?" His voice was soft, tiptoeing as to not make you more upset.
Allowing him to meet your eyes, you curled into yourself at the attention. "Because I've made a fool of myself these past few months." You murmured, spilling your guts to your new boss for some reason that you didn't know. Maybe it was the quiet kitchen, or the sudden defeat you felt, but your mouth was faster than your mind.
A small 'no, no, no' left Carmy and he shook his head, reaching a hand out to place on your shoulder. "Don't be. I came in and turned shit upside down, it just took you a bit more practice to get the hang of things." His hand started to rub your arm comfortingly, leaving heat where he touched. You knew this must have been a form of an apology in his own way. The words didn't come easy to Carmen, but he tried to convey it the best he could.
Leaning forward, Carmy mustered his best stern expression, wanting to keep your gaze so you couldn't look away and distract yourself from his next words. Your breath caught in your throat, not used to this proximity. "I'm proud of you. You should be proud of yourself too."
Heat encapsulated your cheeks and you nodded, spurring him to nod as well. "Okay."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
As soon as Carmy saw your shy smile he gave one right back to you. Still close, he radiated heat that made it all the more difficult to calm the butterflies growing in your stomach. Eyes never leaving each other's, the air grew tense as the dust settled. Unlike the usual sandwich smell, an aroma of a clean linen scent came off of him as you realized he must have showered before coming here. Carmy never would admit it, but your perfume filled the air for him, making him linger longer than he should have. The blink of your stare looking up at him made Carmy's chest tighten, and he immediately pulled himself out of whatever trance he was in.
Clearing his throat, Carmy let go of your shoulder and backed up a bit. "No more all-nighter's here. Okay, Chef?" He tried to seem playful to rid himself of awkwardness and whatever that just was.
Mouth falling open, you gaped at him. "How did you know?!"
Hands up in surrender, Carmy just shrugged. "A Chef never tells his secrets," He began, heading over to the drying rack to busy himself, playfully adding, "And someone kept leaving the spare key out, so I figured." The smirk he sent you made you grin and roll your eyes.
Carmy would never tell you he knew because that's what he used to do. Before he got the hang of things in his earlier days as a chef, late nights in the restaurant kitchen and a half hour of sleep was the norm for him. As you began cleaning up your work the chef's gaze lingered on you, blue eyes studying your form with a thoughtful look. Carmy shook his head, smiling to himself and starting his work. He reckoned he saw himself in you more than ever.
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steve rogers x male reader.
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đđđđđđđđâmale reader ăł domestic!au ăł mid-century!era ăł 'roommates' ăłestablished relationship ăł secret husband!steve ăł mentions of period-homophobia ăł brief quarreling ăł sexual content: top!steve, bottom!reader, love-making, breeding, milking, praising, verbal, dirty talk, body worshiping, guidance.
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Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who coasted the city and was on a mission to find the best spaghetti and meatballs with you.
⣠"Verdict?"
⣠Steve's gaze looked right past the fork held before your lips, watching your mouth and expression twist and turn like the spaghetti noodles around the fork prongs prior.
⣠"It's good... not great. The sauce isn't as thick as I'd like for it to be... but it tastes fresh? Basil leaves adds a nice balance to the acidity... but the meatballs are a little overcooked. What do you think, Steve? I'm too picky, aren't I?"
⣠It was written all over your face. Satisfied, but not impressed.
⣠Unlike the last restaurant where you two had the misfortune of eating bloated pasta noodles and watery red sauce, this place was edible and especially generous with their serving.
⣠Decent, if Steve had the chance of writing a one-worded review for the paper.
⣠"You're not picky, just particular, but I agree. Red sauce is goodâPadrino's still better. Meatballs are pretty tough, aren't they... but I do like the flavor of them. You can tell they used a fattier mixture compared to the rest. A lot of garlic too, which makes up for the lack of it in the sauce..."
⣠"Not as good as Mama's?"
⣠"The moment we find a spaghetti that's as good as your mother's, is the day we find a way to squeeze water from stone, (M/N)."
⣠"Don't mention that to her. I don't need her ego to be any more inflated than it already has been."
⣠Dates like these were never boring.
⣠No matter how many times Steve had watched your face wrench in disdain or light up in surprise, he always found it a joy to watch you participate in this arbitraryânow routinelyâidea of critiquing spaghetti and meatballs so earnestly.
⣠To be fair, it wasn't like you two had a slew of options to make dates seem... more like dates.
⣠In fact, there shouldn't have been any options offered on the table in the first place.
⣠Any intimations that you and Steve were on a date would've been subject to a location change.
⣠Most likely, a candle-lit dinner in a jail-cell, dined over cold hard concrete, and Steve was sure the spaghetti and meatballs served there was going to clutch last place in his ranking.
⣠Though, Steve was hopeful that the romance would still be alive and well had it ever come to that point.
⣠You had a thing for restaurants with a gimmick.
⣠"Seven out of ten sounds about right?"
⣠"What about dessert? We can't leave without getting the tiramisu, Steve."
⣠"Since when did we factor in desserts for the scoring?"
⣠"Whatâsince we started. Don't tell me you've been only ranking the spaghetti and meatballs... it's all about the experience, the... the je ne sais quoiâheard that on the radio once!"
⣠"The je ne sais quoiâthis is why I wanted you to be the one logging everything down, (M/N)!"
⣠It took more of a toll on him than it did on you.
⣠Well, if it did, then you did a stunning job at maintaining your usual optimism.
⣠Whenever you two were out in public, Steve felt hammered by this distance pushing him apart.
⣠It was a conscious effort on both endsâa natural one that pertained to the business of being in a homosexual relationship
⣠Or just being a homosexual, period.
⣠Steve understood it. He abode it. And he hated it.
⣠Often, when the conversation between you and him would come to a slow, Steve would look right past your shoulder, right at the lucky couple who were in his sight-lineâa gentleman with an impressive mustache and his ladyâand simply stare.
⣠His thoughts wandered.
⣠The gentleman was unabashed in his public flirtations with the woman.
⣠Massaging her hands, tending to the aches in her knuckles with firm, but appeasing presses.
⣠The smell of his cigar was pervasive, but the lady didn't seem to mind. It seemed like she thought it was rather charming when he blew a smoke towards her face.
⣠One hand would run up her arms in several strokes, rough callous grinding down her goosebumps, and the man would compliment how soft and supple her skin was.
⣠The lady would bat her eyelashes, giggle at the man's public display of affection whilst also maintaining some sense of courtesy to halt his advances when a pair of curious eyes were enough to render her cheeks scarletâlike the lipstick she had worn for the evening.
⣠Steve hated this restraint. This lack of freedom that forced him to talk to you as if you were his co-worker.
⣠To look at you as if he had no affection for you whatsoever when that was further from the truth.
⣠To touch you as if you were an infection that could cost him his life, and him to yours.
⣠That wasn't completely off from what society thought of people like you and Steve, was it.
⣠"It's not nice to stare, Steve... quit it."
⣠"If I can't even look at my own lovâyou, what else am I supposed to do?"
⣠"Steveâcome on, not now. You know how it is. It's hard, I know. But... we can't just be cooped up in our pad and wear out its virtues. It's nice to go out every once in a while, even ifâit has to be like this."
⣠"It's just notâfair. Maybeâmaybe we can do something. It doesn't feel right if we're doing nothing about those bar raids too. They're increasing, you know? Becoming more violent andâ"
⣠"Hush. People are staring to look."
⣠"Why do you seem completely fine with this? Hiding ourselvesâ"
⣠"Look, I don't like it as much as you do. Hell, it's killing me on the inside that I can't even smile at you like how it would naturally come. But I'm okay with hidingâbecause it's for my safety, and most importantly, for yours. I don't ask for much, but I've envisioned the near end of my life to be fulfilled and labored with no regrets. With a house where I can harvest my own apples from my own tree. With a lazy pup that knows better than to eat through my laces. All of that would be possible because I hidânoâbecause I endured. And I would heavily prefer it if you would join me in that life. Call me a coward, spineless, or selfish, but I don't want it to be our last, Steve. It's terrifyingâto know that any day I could lose you to violence and persecution, myself included. So, pleaseâjust hold it out for longerâthat's all I ask of you."
⣠Most of all, Steve hated that he was envious.
⣠He wished he could be the one wiping sauce stain off your lips.
⣠He wished that he could hold your hand over the table and stroke the ring on your finger that you could've kept on.
⣠He wished that he could stop the tears from welling in your eyes like he often did back at home.
⣠He wished that he could tell you that he loved you, either with a mouthful of meatballs or none at all, because in the endâit would've felt better than communicating those three words with three taps of his foot to your shin.
⣠You nearly reached over for his hand to calm him down, but pulled your back straight upon the fright of a passing waiter and opted for the cipher that was could only be cracked between you and Steve.
⣠Three gentle kicks to his shin, once more to his other leg, and Steve sighed for pardon, returning the cipher gently to your own shin.
⣠He wished he could openly compliment how handsome his husband looked tonight, ramble how grateful he was to have you in his life, or complain about how you kicked him a little too hard, but that was all well and fine because it meant that you were still present.
⣠FreedomâAll of it, the positives and negatives, without the looming threat of a policeman pummeling you and Steve with a nightstick afterwardsâbecause that was normal.
⣠Because that was life.
⣠A life that will pay in the long run.
⣠"Check, please."
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Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who ambled the misty street of Brooklyn Heights with you, the night dew giving everything a hazy look as you and Steve passed through moist air, side-by-side.
⣠"I was brash tonight, Steve. I apologize."
⣠"No, no... you were right. If anything, I was being a fat head. I was out-of-line. I'm sorry."
⣠"You were right too, you know. It's not fair. It's not that I don't want to do anything about it, I really do. I justâit can't be the two of us tackling something bigger than us. Everyone is petrified, Steve."
⣠"I know... but if we somehow all come together in some kind of union, then maybeâwe can call for a difference. Show them that enough is enough. Show them that fear is no longer something they can instill in us."
⣠"Like a rebellion or something?"
⣠"Well, if it has to come to that, then so be it."
⣠"You know a guy, don't you..."
⣠"I know a guy."
⣠"Is it Bucky?"
⣠"Whatâhow'd you know?"
⣠"Steve, you only know one guy."
Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who was detoured into a dark alleyway between business building blocks. There was the droning sound sound of night, the low and humming resonant as the city had fallen asleep, all but two guests.
⣠"(M/N), what are weâ"
⣠"All that quarreling made me forget to tell you how dashing you looked tonight. You know I especially like your hair combed back like that, Steve-o."
⣠He didn't need much of a hint as to what you were getting at.
⣠Squeezing in between a narrow passageway that would luckily only admit two bodies at a time, you and Steve were obscured from any wandering eyes.
⣠From judgement of the world.
⣠"Steve, you ought-ta listen to me more. Blue polka dots look darling on you."
⣠"If I recall correctly, you were the one who wanted me to wear a pink tie, darling."
⣠"Pink would've made me sauced my pants..."
⣠"You. Are. So. Vulgar."
⣠Shadows cast over his squashed body against yours, the moonlight only lighting the parts that mattered the most right now.
⣠The laughter that left your mouth after each peck Steve would grace you with.
⣠The lips that had him feeling withdrawal symptoms after an unbearable few hours of watching you lick sauce off your lips.
⣠The hand that tug Steve closer by his tie.
⣠The eyes that drew Steve in closer, until the tip of his nose touched yours.
⣠"Have I told you how much I love my cologne on you, darling?"
⣠"Have I told you how much I prefer your cologne rubbing off on me, as opposed to me spraying it on directly?"
⣠Slowly, breathing, pacifying; Steve's invisible stubble made your mouth twitch with a scratch, one of your many quirks he found himself silently obsessing over.
⣠And that was enough to push him over the edge, and finally kiss you like he'd wanted to since the evening had started.
⣠It was slow, almost careful like Steve was afraid of breaking you.
⣠Steve wasn't expecting this self-restraint from you. He wasn't expecting your hands on his jaw, tenderly massaging at either sides to keep your hands preoccupied while he slid his tongue alongside yours.
⣠He wasn't expecting to hear his own pulse because you were so stubborn in maintaining this controlâyou refused to summon urgency by vaulting your moans into the back of your throat.
⣠But Steve knew you more than he knew himself. He knew how you liked your eggs in the morning. He knew the perfect temperature for your bath. He knew you from the mole on your back, to the stance when you were impatient.
⣠He knew that if he led one of your hands right hereâfeeling the cusp of his growing bulgeâthat you'd give Steve what he wanted, and fall completely apart.
⣠And Steve knew thatâby the eager palm of your hand, shoving into his unbuckled pants and gropingâhe was right.
⣠"Steveâjust fuck me right here, yeah? I can't take it anymore."
⣠"Honey, we don't have any slick..."
⣠"Then give it to me raw. Use your spit. The rain. I don't care, I need youâ"
⣠Your lips were warm and soft when Steve kissed you from rambling into the void again. His hands were against your stomach and chest, and your moans sent shivers down his spine.
⣠"Christâturn around."
⣠Against the brick wall, teeth sinking into your forearm, you took Steve in without any regrets. Cold sweat breaking over your skin like evening dew collecting on window sills.
⣠"O-oh, fuckâslowly, Steveâ"
⣠You could feel Steve's heart beat against your back, pushing further into you, huffing into your neck.
⣠"I love you."
⣠"I love you."
⣠From then on, you and Steve lived without any regrets.
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Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who relished every inch of your body; with his eyes, with his mouth, with his hands, with his body, with his beingâuntil you found yourself transported wholly to all different kinds of sensations, and he'd repeat to discover new ones for you.
⣠"You're good at this, you know."
⣠"Humor me?"
⣠Steve was mouthing at your inner thigh, one hand stroking your leaking cock, and the other pumping his Vaseline-slicked fingers into you.
⣠He looked up from his eyelashes, teasing your sack with a lick.
⣠Another lick, because he liked being distracted by your body arching off the bed, crinkling the sheets in the process.
⣠"Good at loving me. You know what I want, what I needâjust like that. Putting another finger into me without asking of me if you can. Twistingâfuckâturning me out, all based on how my body responds to you."
⣠"Well, it's not difficult to gauge what you need. Your nails dig into the sheets when it's too much. Your fingers and toes curl when the pleasure's coming in. Your hips rollâwhen you need more, or a new fix. I'm no magician you're making me out to be, (M/N).
⣠"You notice all of that? That's embarrassing... and here I thought I was being alluring..."
⣠Steve layered his thick cock in slick, capping the tin and tossing it to the bedside counter after.
⣠He teased your prepped rim, observing how the ring of muscle would catch a string of his pre-cum and latch onto it with a clench.
⣠At the sound of your moan, at the sight of you toying with your nipples, at the torn decision between preeningâyou knew that he liked the sight of you biting your lipsâand ceasing his taunts.
⣠Steve's cock veins pulsed, his cock pleading for him to fill that delicious hole before him, otherwise it would live in agony for as long as it could leak.
⣠"I do, and it's not embarrassing. I love how youâmmâlike that. I love how you immediately wrap your arms and legs around me when I finally push my cock inside of you.
⣠"Oh, Steveâ"
⣠"I love how you call my name, just like that. Say it again."
⣠"Steve..!"
⣠He pressed his forehead against yours and groaned with you. His hips racketed off your ass in a slow, but increasing rhythm.
⣠You held onto him, hands over his neck, anchoring him close until the only way you could have your fix of air was through Steve's lips.
⣠Steve's mind was empty, except for the thought of your hot tongue roaming into his mouth and the swelling grasp your walls had around his loving cock.
⣠"Like that... I love how I can decipher every meaning behind the way you call out to me."
⣠"Fill me up so well, Steveâbaby. Can feel you deep inside of me. Ruining me with your cock. Your balls slapping against me, GodâSteve!"
⣠Your moans tasted delicious on his tongue. If they were seeds, they'd bloom colorful hybrids of fruits because your love for him couldn't be defined by one singular hue.
⣠You were an array of colorsâa prism conjured by the way Steve loved you.
⣠Red, because you were gritting your teeth as Steve had you taking him balls-deep, filling you up to the brim, and stretching you to the shape of his pistoning cock.
⣠"Fuck me harder, Steveâ"
⣠"You're taking me so well, darling..."
⣠"When have I not?"
⣠Orange, because Steve rendered you speechless except for a few gasps, with his cock grazing your prostate and his hand over your cock, stroking while kissing at your neck.
⣠"O-oh, fuckâoh, fuck!"
⣠Yellow, because you were on top, straddling Steve's lap and yielding to the nearing high that you both had been gauging.
⣠You took your sweet time to make love to Steve with your body. Hands braced on his chest, combing your fingers through the light hairs, deeply rocking back and forth on his cock after a couple of lighthearted bounces.
⣠You marveled over his well-built body, following the contours of his muscles with one hand while silently admiring his broad chest, perky nipples, and wide shoulders with your tongue.
⣠The smell of aftershave on him was infectious when you came up for a brief kiss. You kissed at his lips, then his chin, licking at the short blades of stubble before pulling away to preen again.
⣠Your back straightened and you spread your thighs apart for Steve to get a good look at how hard he was making you.
⣠Your cock throbbed, swollen a pronounced shade at the tip, bouncing to the rhythm of your hips, all while you devoted your mouth and tongue to Steve's thick fingers, suckling and laving your tongue over every digit, every vein, every knuckleâthanking him for opening you up so well with the slick of your saliva.
⣠Steve was absolutely keen on watching you worship him with one hand tucked behind his head, the other stroking your cock when he would finish appraising your body with a couple of fond strokes.
⣠"God, look at you. You're so beautiful. I could do this all day, watching you ride every vein on my cock..."
⣠Green, because you built up enough energy to reverse your straddle and take the lead for once. You wanted Steve to see all parts of your body, especially the asset that had been drawing out those glorious moans deep from his gut.
⣠You knew it was a pretty sight that would teeter Steve closer to the edge.
⣠Sweat ran over the plump mounds of your ass as you were propped up on your forearms, slamming down onto his thick cock.
⣠Skin rippled when your ass repeatedly hit his groin, and then prickled, when Steve grabbed a handful of your sweaty flesh out of pure enchantment before swatting it as a stimulus to your slowing hips.
⣠"How's the view?"
⣠"Stunning..."
⣠Blue, because your body was covered in shivers from the way Steve had captured you into his arms and pummeled icicles into you from behind.
⣠Kneeling upright, Steve had embraced you tightly, supporting your core with a flat palm while simultaneously engaging his, thrusting into you.
⣠His hand was around your throat to feel every vibration that would squeeze from your throat and then pour into his mouth like a saucer of milk as he swallowed your sweet moans.
⣠Like Steve's cock, his other hand was equally uncompromising. He squeezed into the pulsating veins of your cock, stroked your shaft, and teased your glans with a thumb.
⣠When you sank back into the dip of his hips, Steve would propel you forward with a strong thrust, forcing you to fuck his closed fist in midst as he held you from ever retreating back on all fours.
⣠He loved that dazed look on your face. Wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. Flushed like how you were abashed by his compliments to your novice cooking, yet only a hundred times worse.
⣠He also loved the way he had fucked you into being inarticulate, muttering a slurry of wordsâwarnings of you coming soon, Steve would later learn after turning his ears up.
⣠"Steve, stop, stopâI'm going to c-comeâseriouslyâ"
⣠"Come for me, (M/N). I want to see you stain the bed. Want to see you come because of me. Only me. Want you to drench my fist andâChrist, there we go..."
⣠Violet, because you were red, and Steve was blue.
⣠You spilled heavily over his fist, shooting large, thick ropes of cum over the bed sheets. The sound of the cum splatters making your cheeks run hotter than the warmth drawing out of you.
⣠Each spurt shot further and further the harder Steve pounded into you and milked your orgasm with unrelenting strokes to your shaft.
⣠His thighs slapped into yours, resonating the bedroom with a sharp thunder that was sure to wake up the tenants.
⣠His cock punctuated deep into your guts, hard and sweet against your prostate.
⣠You cried out as Steve battered your insides with his cock, with his undying love for you. Biting into your shoulder to contain his groans, but Steve had enough of this restraint, of constantly holding himself back.
⣠He growled behind your ear, filtering out the resentment society had instilled in his body as he let his grunts loose, replacing that bitter feeling with the antithesis of knowing that he wanted to live life to the fullest.
⣠With a house that grew oranges alongside your apples.
⣠Steve thrusted harder.
⣠With an indifferent cat that couldn't care less about your torn shoelaces.
⣠Your moans hitched at the sharp snap of his hips, his cock digging somehow deeper into your guts when he pushed you lower into his groin.
⣠With a fulfilling life that was lived without regret.
⣠Steve felt himself come undone upon the last thrust. Every fiber of his muscle unraveling like pointe shoes after intense wear.
⣠He held you tight as he shuddered against your, his pulse anchored and soothed by the palm of your head on his cheek, stroking him affectionately.
⣠Silken white, he spilled his hot seed deep inside of you, weakly propagating the warmth from the outer rim of your raw, swollen hole, then to the deep depth of your walls and prostate, milking himself until he was jelly in the legs, until you were creamed, from inside and out, with his thick cock.
⣠You and Steve shared one more kiss, another breath, heaving and panting like you two had never kissed before, before his stance eventually gave out and made him collapse over your body.
⣠"ThinkâI might bump the restaurant earlier up a few spots, (M/N)..."
⣠"Why's that?"
⣠"Must've put some kind of aphrodisiac in that spaghetti... I'm deeply spent."
⣠"I disagree. It must've been that couple! I told you it was all about the experienceâthat je ne sais quoi that I've been talkingâ"
⣠"You really aren't going to stop saying that, are you?"
⣠"Shouldn't have fixed my radio if you knew you were going to be disappointed, Steve."
⣠"That's where you're wrong. If you think anything about you is disappointing to me, then I'm not being a great husband, am I?"
⣠"Well, look at you being all sappy tonight."
⣠"Too much?"
⣠"Never too much. I'm far too gone to ever think otherwise, Steve-o."
⣠"Me too, darling. Me too."
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Hardass
Chef!Sirius Black x mixologist!reader who survive a shift from hell
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7
CW: fem!reader, mention of alchohol/drinking, fluff.
comes from a request from @maladaptiveescapism: chef!sirius and mixologist!reader. sirius is a chef at a fancy restaurant and maybe a mishap happens with booking and reader has to keep the people sitting at the bar waiting for a seat and she does such a good job because sheâs flirty and fun and trained for this. sirius who always has such a short temper (chefs, am I right) secretly worships her because sheâs the one thing he can count on
Sirius was fuming, to say the least.
He loved his job; he really did. The kitchens were his sanctuary, and it was the first place he fled to when he ran away from home at only sixteen.Â
Though he knew Effie and Fleamont would have helped with anything he needed (or even wanted, for that matter), he didnât want to become a burden or take advantage of their kindness. So, he found a part time job in a small family owned restaurant as a dishwasher.
Washing dishes became bussing tables. Bussing tables became hosting. Hosting became serving. He went from a server to a line cook, until finally someone took him under their wing, and Sirius made a name for himself.
Now he was a successful chef working in a successful restaurant and he certainly had made a name for himself.
That name? Hardass.
But it took a certain intensity to run the kind of kitchen that Sirius did, and he expected nothing short of greatness from the kitchen staff.
Fortunately for Sirius, it was the restaurant managerâs fuck up that caused tonights issues.
Unfortunately for Sirius, that fucked everything up for his staff in the kitchen.Â
âSo, quick question for you Jeffery; did you pass year four maths?â Sirius asked earnestly, watching Jeffery shove his tongue in his cheek to avoid snapping back at the glowering chef in all his tattooed intensity. âBecause last time I counted, we donât have this many sodding tables!â He continued, pointing at the number of reservations scheduled for tonight.
âUh oh.â You carefully called out as you walked in through the front door, in the process of shucking off your jacket as you made your way towards the bar. âLooks like you could use a drink, chef.âÂ
Sirius was almost mad at how much of the rage seemed to settle down into a simmer at the sight of you; he didnât want to calm down, he wanted to ring Jefferyâs fucking neck out.
But Jeffery, the coward, had used your entrance as a means to fuck off from whatever circle of Siriusâ personal hell heâd been summoned from.Â
âWeâre overbooked tonight.â Sirius grumbled as he sat dejectedly at your bar; mirroring what likely most of your patrons looked like as they spent their weekday evenings with you.
âShit luck.â you sighed commiseratingly as you poured two shots of vodka and slid one to him. âHereâs to working our sodding asses off then, hm?â You said with a smirk as you touched your glass to his and threw it back like a pro.Â
And you had indeed been right; the two of you had worked your sodding asses off tonight. But the difference between the two of you was astounding.
Sirius spent most of his evening sweating, cursing, and - more embarrassingly - shouting at the poor servers looking for their orders that âclearly werenât fucking ready yet, were they?!â.Â
But not you.Â
Alright, did he take the opportunity to run out the odd plate for the servers just to steal a glance at you? Sure. Sue him. And everytime he did, heâd pass the very busy bar which was always full of couples and groups waiting for a table to clear. None of them seemed to mind, however, as they watched you shake, throw, spin, catch bottles like it was an olympic sport; all with a smile on your face and mischief in your eyes.Â
It was as if they were your captive audience and you were thriving on stage.Â
Sirius wanted to stay and enjoy the show; but you were working your arse off, and Sirius should be too.
Siriusâ feet were killing him, which meant most of his staffâs feet were worse; his shoulders ached, his head was pounding, and his fingers were raw.
But they made it to the end of the shift; and he supposed that was all that mattered.
He brought out two plates of the restaurantâs famous (read: Siriusâ famous) pasta alla gricia.
You were no longer wearing your beaming smile and Sirius could now see some of the weight of the night in your shoulders and the way your hair was falling as you reorganised your bar.
âThink you can take a break?â He asked as he sat at your freshly cleared bar and placed one plate in front of him and one behind the bar for you.
You startled, which Sirius thought strange for someone who seemed so confident and assured every time heâd walked past your bar for the past almost year the two of you have worked here, but he didnât comment on it.
âOh my God.â You groaned appreciatively as you abandoned your task to take in the plate heâd prepared for you. âIâm starving; thank you!â
Sirius chuckled and suddenly felt shy, which he did not think suited him at all, but you were smiling at him like he was your personal angel on earth and he couldnât help but return the gaze.
âLet me get you a drink?â You asked, but turned to start pouring him a glass of wine (perfectly suited for the dish, mind you) before he had a chance to answer.Â
You placed both drinks on the bar and brought your plate around to sit on the stool beside Sirius.
The two of you ate in relative silence; allowing the stress and exhaustion from the shift to wash over you.Â
âI think I made Chloe cry.â Sirius said finally, causing you to snort.
âYou did.â You agreed quickly. âShe came and helped me in the bar for a bit and Jeffery had to run her tables after that.â
Sirius barked a laugh as he took a sip of his wine. âI was wondering why that sod was in my kitchen. Well, Iâm sorry to Chloe, but happy to have put Jeffery to work.â
Speaking of the devil; Jeffery came out front with his jacket on and a work bag slung over his shoulder.Â
âIâm heading out now; are you two okay to close up?â
You smiled at him, but unfortunately for Jeffrey, Sirius responded first. âYes we can close up.â He sneered. âWeâre not new here Jeffery.â
âThanks Jeffery, have a nice night.â You relented; giving Sirius a gentle kick in the shin.
The door shut behind the bastard and Sirius felt his shoulders relax. âI hate that sod.â
Thankfully, you only laughed at him.
âI think you hate everyone here.â
âThatâs not true.â Sirius disagreed quickly.
âWell you certainly donât like anyone here.â
âThatâs not true either. I quite like you.â Sirius admitted, quickly hoping to god his cheeks didnât flush at his impromptu admission.Â
You hummed in acknowledgement with a cheeky smile on your lips. âIs that why you made me dinner? As a thanks for being the most tolerable coworker?â
âMost tolerable, certainly. Also for saving our arses tonight in the kitchen; Iâm not sure how you managed to keep those folks so happy all evening.â
âOh, thatâs easy; get them drunk and steal desserts from the kitchen.â
âThatâs where all my tiramisu was going?â Sirius asked in faux contempt.
You only smiled at him and shoved the last bite of your pasta in your mouth.
âYou minx.â He continued, taking the now empty plates to the kitchen as you followed dutifully behind him with the glasses.Â
âGet out of my kitchen.â Sirius joked, plucking the wine glasses from your hands as he moved to wash the dishes.
âIâd think not.â You argued. âI got a free meal; put me to work, chef.â
âFirst of all, it was not a free meal; you more than earned it after your performance tonight. Secondly, donât call me chef.â
âWhy not? You are a chef, arenât you?â You teased as you leaned sideways against the counter to watch him work.
âYes; but if you call me chef, what am I supposed to call you?â
Your eyebrows raised at that. âWhat do you mean âwhat are you supposed to call meâ? My name is fine.â
âMy nameâs not chef.â He countered.
Your eyes narrowed challengingly at him. âWhat do you want to call me, Sirius?â
Mine?
âHavenât decided yet.â He said instead, keeping his eyes on the dishes in his hands instead of meeting your gaze currently burning into the side of his head.
âWellâŠâ You started, walking over to release some paper from the chit, and scribbling something out on it. âWhy donât you just call meâŠtomorrow?â You said, handing him the paper after he dried his hands on a teatowel.
Your number was scrawled out with a dainty little heart beside it.
Sirius looked back up at you to see you smiling shyly at him.
âI can assure you I will be.â He promised.
Your smile grew at that as you began walking backwards towards the backroom.Â
âHave a nice night, Sirius.â You said before you exited the kitchen.
It was too late to wish him a nice night; heâd already had one.
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"Not your type?" - l.hs (m)
âOh, Sweetheart.â He says and looks at you with a massive smirk, his hand never leaving your soft cheek. âI heard everything"
Summary: Your new summer job was great. The salary was great and the scenery was beautiful. But what made the job perfect, was your hot older co-worker Lee Heeseung, who you swear is not your type.
Genre: SMUT, Co-worker!Heeseung x reader.
Words: 3,7k+
Warnings: HardDomHeeseung, Heeseung is lowkey mean, chocking, creampie, lowkey size kink, degradation kink!!!, reader is lowkey a masochist...
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You load dirty spoons and plates Into the dishwasher, sweat running down your neck. It was a hot summer day, and while the average person your age is down by the beach sunbathing, you are working at your new restaurant job. When you applied, you didnât actually think you would get it, but here you are during your vacation from college. Not that you could really complain, it is a nice restaurant you are working at by the coast. Itâs always sunny, you are surrounded by people wearing little to no clothing because of the hot weather, and the nearest sea is just about ten meters away from you. The perfect summer job for someone who is in a desperate need for money.Â
But there is one thing that makes working there difficult.Â
The first day on your job, your boss wanted an experienced college to help you out. For example, showing you how to load the dishwasher, the different courses on the menu, what you should do after the restaurant closes - and so on and so forth. What you didnât know however, is that the man getting the âhelp the new coworkerâ mission, would be the hottest man you have ever seen in your life.Â
Lee Heeseung.
When Heeseung showed you around on your first day, it felt like you became 16 again. Every time his eyes met yours your whole body would tingle, only being able to look into his eyes for 3 seconds before looking away. Every time he asked you a question, you became a stuttering mess trying to compose yourself. It was really difficult, and because you two always seemed to get the same shifts, you couldnât avoid him either. Not that he seemed to complain, he probably loved the attention he got from you. That is what you at least internally tell yourself.Â
You did however get close to some of the people working at the restaurant over the last two months, one of them being your now close friend Sunoo who was your age. That is what is peculiar about this working place, everyone is about the same age. Over the age of 17, but younger than 24. And because of the young staff, it wasnât an unusual thing that people hooked up with each other. And the first time you heard about it from Sunoo, you couldnât help it but get almost too excited.
âAre you serious!?'' You shout with a shocked expression, the food you chew almost flying out of your mouth. Sunoo laughs, putting a hand right in front of his mouth. âYeah, it's true! And can you please whisper, we donât want the others knowing what we are talking aboutâ. You look at him with big eyes, before looking around making sure that people arenât listening to your conversation.Â
You lean in and begin to whisper. âLike who?â Sunoo leans in as well, right by your ear. âWhich ones have hooked up with each other? Well where should I even start. Um, well there was this one time with Yujin and Jay, and oh! Yunjin and Hee-â you cut him off abruptly, not wanting him to mention Heeseung.Â
You lean back beside him, trying to act casual. âYeah I get it, I get it, you donât need to continue!â You look away from him, but Sunoo looks at you. âWhat, do you like Heeseung? Y/nâŠâ He says and punches your shoulder playfully. Your face turns beet red, trying not to unveil the secret you so desperately have been hiding for the two months working here.Â
âWhat do you mean? Heeseung? Nooo he is like, sooo not my typeâ You say trying to sound convincing. âNot your type?â Sunoo says, not convinced by your false statement. Instead of answering him, you look away and shake your head confidently.Â
Sunoo suddenly smiles teasingly, grabbing your arm and leans in. Because of his sudden touch, you look at him surprised. He maybe leaned in a little too much, though he is so close that you can feel his breath tingling your neck.
âYou know what I think?â He says slowly, making sure to pronounce every syllable, and looks at you with innocent eyes. You get nervous, not knowing what he is about to say and try to look away. âWhat?â
His smile gets bigger, and he continues while having a teasing pout on his lips.Â
âI think that you want big, sexy, Heeseung to grab your tiny, little, fragile body, push it against the hard wall of the storage room and manhandle you with,â he makes his voice lighter, trying to mimic yours âhis, big, manly hands, and strong armsâ
Your mouth gapes open and you begin to laugh nervously, hitting Sunoo playfully several times until he backs away from you. You shake your head. âNo! No! Itâs not true!â
He looks at you and laughs while hitting the table in front of you. âAre you serious? You are lyiiiing! That is totally what you want!â You shake your head âNo! I promise I-â.Â
Before you can continue defending yourself, you get interrupted by Sunoo rolling back his eyes. âOhmaGAWD, You are so BIG! Donât stawp Heeseungie-âÂ
Sunoo suddenly stops, and look away at someone standing in front of your table. You slowly look towards the same direction Sunoo is looking. You begin to internally panic.Â
âUm I think your 30 minute lunch break is overâ.Â
Itâs Heeseung.Â
You and Sunoo look at each other.Â
Omg, did he hear all that?Â
Heeseung is looking at you two confused, did he interrupt something?Â
âI mean, I need to get my lunch break tooâ Hee continues, looking down on the salad he picked out. He seemedâŠnervous? Before you could make this situation even more awkward, you and Sunoo quickly grab your dirty dishes and walk away trying to ignore Heeseung's intense gaze.Â
You could hear Sunoos' quiet laughter beside you while walking away from Heeseung. You look at him.âPromise me to never do that again Sunoo! And why are you laughing!â You whisper-scream trying to sound intimidating. âWhat?â He laughes, âIt was sooo funny!âÂ
You look at him with a worried expression. âBut what if he heard everything?âÂ
âSo what! Just wait until the next Friday-night shift you have with him, drink the last 30 minutes at closing, and see what happens!âÂ
You look at him, smiling. âAre you allowed to drink on the job?â Sunoo looks at you and grabs your shoulder. âI donât know? But what I do know, is that amongst the older coworkers-â he points his finger towards Heeseung and the others, âitâs a Friday-tradition, and if you want what I think you wantâŠthen you know what to doâ He says and winks, walking away to help a customer.Â
And here we are, the Friday night shift. It would be embarrassing to admit, but the night before you did a 3 hour long everything-shower. Every inch of your body was shaved, scrubbed and cleaned. You were partially oozing vanilla. You hope that if something happens he doesnât acknowledge the small wound you got from shaving too enthusiastically. Even though you put on matching underwear, an inch of you silently hopes that nothing happens. What if something goes wrong? What if you do something wrong? You try not to get too anxious, afraid that the nervous sweating will smell more than the perfume you put on this morning.
The final customer walks out of the restaurant, and you look at the clock. Itâs exactly 30 minutes before the shift ends, which means itâs cleaning and drinking time.Â
âIs it your first time on a Friday-shift?â The voice behind you, surprises you, making you do a small jump out of fear while looking over your shoulder. Heeseung looked down on you with an amused expression. âDid I scare you? Sorry I didnât mean itâ You try to say anything, but the scary thought of you stuttering is enough for you to stay quiet. You tap your foot on the ground trying to fill out the quiet atmosphere while looking away.Â
Heeseung tilts his head, while biting his lips, trying to hold in his laughter. Why is she so cute? âUm⊠So..If you donât know already, we have a tradition where we drink during cleaning so it makes it more fun. I mean, it is Friday sooâ You look up at him again trying to act as if you donât know about the âtraditionâ - as if Sunoo didnât tell you a week before. âOh, well, that sounds fun?â You answer.Â
Heeseung looks at you with bright eyes, turns around and grabs two glasses of beer, probably around 50ml, and hands it to you. "Perfect! You drink beer, right?â He says and looks at you. To be honest beer is the least you want to drink right now, but not wanting to be a burden, you take the big glass. You press it against your mouth, looking up into his eyes, while swallowing a big gulp of beer. You feel the bitter drink hit your tastebuds. Heeseung takes a deep breath, looking at your lips while you swallow the beer. Does she know what she is doing?Â
You put down the glass, it is already half empty. âIt tastes better than what I imagined!â You say, feeling the courage entering your body with every second because of the alcohol. Before Heeseung can answer, you pick up the glass again, only for him to take it from you. You look up at him irritated âI think you might slow down on that, the beer is extra strong and we donât want anyâŠaccidentsâ. Heeseung says, bringing his hand up, laying it on your cheek. His thumb strokes your top lip, swiping away foam left from the beer. Your breath hitches, and you stop moving. Heeseung's hand leaves your cheek, before walking away, leaving you with a beating heart.Â
Your body is swaying to the music coming from the speaker Sunghoon brought from home. The Broom you are holding gets heavier, the alcohol making your body weaker every minute. You donât really remember how much you drank. Was it two glasses? Maybe Three? You donât really care. All the staff members working this shift seem to be having a great time. Jay and Sunghoon were singing their brains out while putting up chairs on the tables, and Jake leaned towards the wall, holding his drink while laughing at his friends. You try to look around for Heeseung, but you canât see him anywhere.Â
Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder, and you look back to see Heeseung looming over you. Why does he always sneak up on me like this?Â
He looks at you with an innocent smile, pointing back at delivery boxes filled with vegetables and meat. âIt seems like the food supplies are here, do you mind helping me load the boxes into the storage room?â  He says. The storage room? Omg the storage room! Thatâs where the hook-ups that Sunoo talked about happen! You look at him trying to calm yourself, hoping he didnât notice your body reaction to the word âstorage roomâ. You look at him, confident enough to talk back without stuttering. âIt seems like I am done cleaning the floor, so I can help youâÂ
He looks down on you, grabs the broom from your hand and leans it against the nearest wall. âWell come on thenâ. He says, picking up two boxes, and walks away, signaling you to follow him. You do so, lifting a heavy box with vegetables in the process.Â
The storage room is in the far back of the restaurant, and itâs now when it finally hits you that you two are completely alone. Even the others were too far away for you to hear, and only the music from the speaker was the sound reaching your eardrums. Trying to do your best, you turn around towards the shelves, stacking up cucumbers and carrots.Â
While opening up the second bag a hand suddenly leans on the shelf in front of you. You already know who it was, but decide to look back anyway, thinking he needs to stack up this shelf as well. Heeseung is looking down on you, his other hand resting in his pocket before bringing it up and grabbing your chin - making you look up at him. You could smell the alcohol from his lips, and you were super close, only a few inches keeping you apart. âW-what are you doing?â You say almost pathetic, as if you already donât know the answer.Â
Heeseung lets out a small laugh and bites his lips. âI think you know, not that you should be complainingâ You look at him confused, before realizing what he might mean. He looks at you and sighs, leaning down right beside your ear and whisper sensually. âI think you want big, sexy, Heeseung to grab your tiny, little, fragile body and push it against the hard wall of the storage room and manhandle you with his big, manly, hands and stroooong arms. Or isnât that what Sunoo said?â You look back at him trying to object before feeling his hand leave your chin and meet your lower back, pushing you towards the shelves, making you drop the bag of cucumbers on the floor. He pushes his leg between yours, rubbing it against your core to tease you.Â
You try not to let out a moan, bringing up your hand in front of your mouth to muffle the sound. âDonât think you can hide those sweet sounds from me princessâ Heeseung says and grabs both of your wrists and puts them above your head. His other hand is now playing with the hem of your shirt, slightly brushing against the side of your stomach. Too drunk by his touch, the only thing leaving your lips are your heavy breaths. Heeseung grabs your waist and pushes you harder down against his leg, making you grind on him. The sudden friction is making you moan, and you tilt your head back to lean on his shoulder. His hand now leaves your waist and unbutton your shorts, sliding his hand over your panties.Â
A smirk forms on his lips when he can feel how soaked you are, and only from using his leg. He lightly touches your core with the tip of his fingers, making you let out a small hiss. Getting inpatient, he turns your body around making you face him and he let goes of your wrists. He grabs your shorts harshly, pulling them down with your panties in one go. You gasp by the sudden movement while Heeseung crouches down so he is eye-level with your core.
While licking his lips, he puts his finger between your folds. âAww, baby, you are completely soaked already!â He says amused, trying to hold himself back so he doesnât tear you apart then and there. Not wanting to wait anymore, you let out a small groan. âI know, I know, baby. Heeseungie is going to take care of you ok? Do you want that?â He says and looks up at you while rolling his head to the side, his fingers still lightly touching your folds. You desperately shake your head and down. To your surprise, he stands up and grabs your chin. âUse your words baby, only good girls get what they want.â You look at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he would spare you from the embarrassment.Â
He suddenly slaps you hard against your check, making your gasp. âI said use your words y/nâ he says, his soft voice not matching his hard demeanor. He grabs your chin harshly. âHee, please, I really want youâ He looks at you and shakes his head. âIâm not sure I understand, what do you want me to do baby?âÂ
You canât take it anymore. Your whole body is aching for his touch, and the only thing you want right now is Heeseungs cock buried deep inside of you. You look up at him with tears in your eyes. âI want you to fuck meâ
Heeseung wraps his hand harshly around the back of your neck, and pushes your head towards his, passionately kissing you. His tongue slides in your mouth while you feel his hand massaging your clit. You leave his lips, letting out a moan by the feeling of his rough hand pleasuring you. He takes off your shirt, not sparing a single second before unclipping your bra. He starts licking your nipple while his hand starts massaging the other. Cum is dripping down your leg and he kisses you down your stomach down your thigh. He drags his tongue against your leg to taste your cum, from your inner thigh up to your core, pushing his nose up to smell you. âMm, baby, you smell so sweetâ.Â
You feel his tongue circling your clit, making your head fall back towards the hard shelf behind you. Your hands grab his soft hair, a feeling Heeseung canât get enough of, he loves how good he makes you feel, and how weak you are for his touch. Wanting to bring it one step further, Heeseung pushes his tongue inside your soaked pussy, making sure to push it as far in as possible. His hands grab your thighs harshly for support, and you roll your eyes back at the feeling. You know his harsh touch is going to leave bruises tomorrow. Heeseung speeds up his pace, using his nose to touch your clit while his tongue is deep inside of you. You begin to feel a clump in your stomach, and by the way you are pulling Heeseungs hair he knows you are close.
But then, he stops. You look down on him, disappointed and confused. âWhy did you stop? I was so clo-â, before you can finish your sentence, Heeseung stands up and turns your body around. He leans down towards your ear âDonât think we are stopping yetâ. His nose brushes against your neck. He takes a deep breath to take in your sweet vanilla scent, before sucking your neck - making sure to leave a bruise. You tilt your head back, feeling both pain and pleasure from his actions.Â
He then stops, unbuckles his belt, and pulls down his pants, and thatâs when you feel it.
You feel how his cock teases your wet fold and he is big, really big. At least 9 inches, if not more. Not wanting to wait anymore, You need to feel him inside of you, Â you whine âJust fuck me already!â. He slaps your ass, leaving a red mark and making you shut up. âEager now are we? Donât forget who is in charge hereâ
Before you can talk back you feel his cook slowly entering your hole, making you let out a moan. His hands meet your waist, pulling you in on his cook deeper. He is so big that it is actually difficult to take all of him, and you wouldnât be surprised if you begin to bleed because of his size. He is stretching you out completely. âCommon princess you can do itâ. He says between heavy breaths, encouraging you to take his length completely. âOh god, you are so tightâ He says, pushing the last part of his cock into your pussy.Â
He waits a few seconds, so you can adjust his big size, before beginning to slowly slide his entire cock out of you. You look back at him, âWhy did you take it ou-â you say, before he harshly slams it back fast and deep into you. Your body slams on the shelves and you moan from the pain. You are not sure anymore if it is blood or cum sliding down your leg, but you don't care. The only thing you care about is the man behind you, pushing his deep length inside of you. Using you, for his pleasure, like his personal fuck toy.Â
Heeseung grabs the front of your neck while he fucks Into your tight little pussy, tilting your head back so he can take over your mouth, and your tits are bouncing with his thrusts. He then stops kissing you, still holding your neck almost shocking you till your light headed. You From the feeling of his large cock ramming into you to his hand on your neck is almost too much for you to handle, and you begin to see black spots forming in front of your eyes as if you are going to pass out from pleasure. âAww are you about to cum? Do you think Heeseungie should let you cum?â He teases you, not slowing down one bit.Â
âPlease Hee, please let me cumâ You say desperately, trying to hold in your orgasm before Heeseung lets you cum. He fastens his pace and the before steady thrusts turns into sloppy, and you know he is about to cum soon as well. âYou want me to fill you up with my cum baby, be my little cum slut?â Sweat is running down his back, and his hand leaves your neck and he instead grabs your waist to deepen his thrusts.Â
Itâs not long before you both cum, his filling you up and leaking out of you when he pulls out his length. You are breathing heavily, and you feel too weak to stand on your feet. You lean back on Heeseung, your whole body aching because of him, and he hugs you from behind, kissing your neck. You feel his naked sweaty chest on your back, you canât believe how tal he is compared to you.Â
âHow much did you actually hear from mine and Sunoos' conversation?â You ask, breaking the silence, while turning around still leaning on his chest. He lets out a slight chuckle, one of his hands holding your waist, helping you stand, and the other grabs your shin. His thumb sliding across your bottom lip, playing with it, wanting to slide it into your mouth.Â
âOh, Sweetheart.â He says and looks at you with a massive smirk, his hand never leaving your soft cheek.
âI heard everythingâÂ
The moment you slam your front door you pick up your phone from your pocket to call Sunoo. âSunoo, you have NO idea what happened at the shift todayâ
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Please can we have more Yan justice league?
Maybe the reader has a boyfriend in the military so she doesn't see him much and when he comes back to visit, the go on a fancy date before they crash it?
It would make it even better if they reacted to the boyfriend about to propose to her!
A Day in Life: Heartbreaks
Synopsis: A day in your life where your yanderes find a secret of yours and tell you another one.
Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader; Modern!40s!Bucky Barnes X Reader
Tw: Bucky youâre one of my fav characters from Marvel, I'm so sorry I did u dirtyđ; Heavy mentions of cheating and NO forgiving; Stalking; English isnât my 1st language.
Word count: 1k
Requested? Duh.
Extra notes: I should be studying instead of writing this. Also omg I got so many requests in just a few hours, thank you very much!! I'm writing them all!!
General masterlist | A Day in Life - Series masterlist
Since most of your days became filled with stress and anxiety, you started appreciating even more moments where you could just forget all your problems, from small ones â like, lack of motivation to go to the gym, bad hair days and an ingredient you forgot at your fridge and became rottenâ, and big, out of your control ones â like seven superheroes, who you see almost everyday, stalking you.
Your boyfriend getting back was one of the best dic(k)strations.
Bucky was a sergeant, he spent weeks, even months, away from you on missions. It was hard, but you were both busy people, so your mind was usually too stimulated to think about boy problems only all day, most adults were, and you believed the hard work would be worth it one day. The future was hopefully bright.
The League never mentioned him. Actually, some of them implied more than once that they thought you were available, so they probably didn't know about your relationship. You didn't use much social media and your boyfriend got especially busy this year, so it made sense.
He paid for you to get your nails done earlier and took you to a nice restaurant. After that, Bucky took you for a walk around the city, lively and beautiful even at night, and stopped at the park where your first date happened. Everything was fine, until he got on his knees. Suddenly, seven, mostly colorful, figures descended upon you from out of nowhere, screaming.
â (Y/N)! YOU CAN'T MARRY HIM! â Flashâs voice startled you, confirming your suspicions to who the group was.
You growled.
â SERIOUSLY? LEAVE ME ALONE! IT'S MY DAY OFF! â Bucky, who had swiftly gotten up with his fast reflexes as soon as the heroes charged, blinked at the sight. He looked between you all.
â Doll? Whatâs this? â You looked apologetic at him.
â Sorry, Bucky. Since I got my job, my bosses got⊠Protective over me⊠â You didn't want him to get hurt. Bucky and his friends had a great sense of justice and hated bullies. He would surely want to do something if he knew the true extent of things. You also didn't want to ruin the vision he had of his idols.
Since their obsessive behavior started, you just counted your lucky stars that they would just get tired of you one day or wouldn't sabotage your relationships. They seemed fine with you having friends, but dating was different.
You turned to the League.
â Go! â They shook their heads.
â You can't trust this bastard, darling. We have proof of his betrayal to you. â You looked at Wonder Woman skeptically and crossed your arms. Bucky gulped.
â Oh, really? How so? â You raised an eyebrow.
Batman fiddled with his wrist computer, a second later, a protection was shown and different pictures and videos of your man talking and being very intimate with someone very familiar to you appeared. Your stomach churned and your heart ached.
â This is fake! Doll, you have to believe me! â Bucky cried out and got in front of you, holding your shoulders, trying to cover your vision from the images. You took a step back and kept looking at the images.
The League had more than enough means necessary to fake all of this, but you knew Natasha was Buckyâs ex, and they were still friends and coworkers, even with their intense heartbreak. You sometimes got insecure and worried since they spent so much time together, but he always told you you had nothing to worry aboutâŠ
You gulped.
The League was all glaring at his back while he shouted a hundred words per minute, desperately trying to convince you he was telling the truth.
Superman growled and walked forward until he grabbed Bucky by his shoulders and pulled him away from you.
â Stay away from them, you asshole. (Y/N), I would never do that to you. â You ignored Green Lantern's words, like you were doing since the pacifier incident. You knew he was getting desperate and that made you specially scared, but at least he gave you some distance.
â Not now. â Batman took a step forward. â A few hours ago, we discovered your relationship. For security reasons, we searched, and found these pictures and conversations from his second social accounts, that he uses to commit his cheating.
â He didn't try to hide much, he thought he wouldn't get caught. â Flash stated.
â I-I need more proof⊠These could be old⊠â Your first words spoken made Bucky shut up. Mind scrambling for something.
â Let the Lasso of Truth speak for him. â In a second, the Lasso was thrown around Bucky's torso and he was squirming. â Speak, you worthless mortal! â Wonder Woman ordered.
Bucky was able to struggle for a few seconds, before he blurted out.
â It's truth! It's truth! I told her we broke up and started dating her again! I thought I could have you both at the same time!
You gasped. Your hand shot to your chest.
Flash was on your side in a second, trying to hug and comfort you, but you pushed him away. You started crying from heartbreak and anger.
â HOW COULD YOU?! â You glared at him and pointed at his face.
â Doll⊠I swear I love you both. But I'm also narcissistic, insecure and look down on women. â The Lasso was really doing its job. You laughed humorlessly.
You had nothing to say anymore. No reason to stay. You took advantage of his tied arms and got close, punched his nose, and stomped away.
The League contemplated going after you and trying to bring you comfort, but Batman and Martian Manhunter decided to just let Bucky go (after intimidating him so as to not get close to you again) and follow you discreetly, watching you from the shadows, intervening only if necessary.
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The Perfect First Date
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Female Reader
Summary: Rooster watches you go on failed date after failed date, often being the one to rescue you with a ride home at the end of the night. When you tell him you've never experienced proper romance, he's shocked, and makes it his mission to take you on the perfect first date, he just wasn't planning on falling for you in the process.
Warnings: fluff, some strong language, that's about it i think
Length: 4k
You shivered as you stood outside the restaurant, silently praying that you wouldn't bump into the disastrous date you'd just left as you waited for Rooster to pick you up. He was always your first call in situations like this and it seemed like he really didn't mind. Often, if he knew you were going on a date, he'd wait up for you to make sure you were okay. He'd told you that once after a few drinks at the Hard Deck.
You and Rooster had been friends for a while, ever since you both got called back to Top Gun. You'd never been close while you were both actually at Top Gun, but with the stress of the mission you'd all been called back for, a close friendship between the entire group blossomed. Of course, you'd had a major crush on him back when you'd studied there, but you'd never tell him that. You and Phoenix laugh about it sometimes, he'd never even glanced your way at Top Gun, and now the two of you were great friends, go figure.
You shivered again as the breeze got stronger, before finally seeing Rooster in his signature blue bronco. You grinned and got in the car, fastening your seatbelt quickly.
Rooster chuckled, "Somebody's in a rush to get home." he said as he pulled away from the restaurant.
"You bet your ass I am." you replied, finally feeling comfortable enough to relax, "I swear, that might be the worst date I've been on yet."
He rolled his eyes playfully, "And where did you meet this guy again?"
You paused, "Tinder." you muttered.
He slowed the car as the lights in front of him turned red and shifted to face you, "Most of these 'dating app' guys are only after one thing, you know that right, sweetheart?"
Your stomach always did a flip when he used nicknames like that. Even though you were definitely over your childish crush, you also weren't blind. Rooster was hot and there was no denying it.
You ran a hand through your hair and leaned your head against the window as he began driving again, "I know. For once I just wanna be, I don't know, romanced."
Rooster frowned and glanced at you, "Romanced? What do you mean?"
You shrugged and gazed out of the window, "I guess I want to know what it feels like to be taken on a proper date, something really cheesy, you know? Like where the guy buys me flowers and everything-"
"You've never had a guy buy you flowers?" he cut in, shocked.
You turned to look at him and shook your head, "No. Never."
You could see the gears turning in his head as he continued, "So, hold on, you've never had anything even remotely romantic happen to you? Ever?"
You tried to think, but ended up shaking your head when you realised that you didn't have any striking romantic memories at all. All your life, work was your main focus. Of course, you'd had a couple relationships, but you'd never been surprised with a planned date or a romantic weekend away, and they mostly ended up dumping you in the end anyways, often saying you were 'married to your job'.
Rooster huffed as he pulled up to your apartment, parking and turning the engine off before facing you, "That's just... That's insane, everyone deserves romance."
You chuckled slightly, "I guess it just doesn't happen for some people, Rooster." you shrugged slightly and opened the passenger door, climbing out of the car, "Thanks for saving me again, see you tomorrow night for drinks?"
He nodded and watched as you walked into your building, wanting to make sure you were safely inside before driving away. You were on his mind the whole drive home. Well, not you specifically, it was mostly the fact that you were really missing out. He wouldn't tell most people this, but he loved romance and being romantic in general. Hell, for him that was the best part of a relationship.
Okay, maybe not the best part.
When he got to his place, his mind was set. He was going to teach you that romance can happen to anyone, it just takes a decent man to do it. Then, maybe you'd stop going on these shitty dates and meet someone who actually deserved you.
The next night, he made his way to the Hard Deck like usual. You were already there with the rest of the squad, but he had to stop on the way. He glanced down at his passenger seat where a bouquet of roses lay, again huffing to himself that no man had ever gotten you flowers. What type of shitheads had you been dating? He pulled up and parked, quickly grabbing the flowers and making his way inside, looking effortlessly cool with his aviators hanging low on his nose.
He saw you immediately, sat by the pool table and chatting with Phoenix. He took a deep breath, wondering why he felt so nervous all of a sudden. It's not like he was asking you on an actual date, he was just doing this to help you out.
He walked towards you and you turned as you saw him, eyes glancing down to the roses held tightly in his hand, you grinned, "Don't tell me you're on Tinder now too, who are you meeting tonight?"
He stopped in front of you and Phoenix and held out the roses, "You."
You took them from him gently, you face frowning in confusion, "Me? Wha-"
"I've been thinking a lot about what you said last night." he began, as Phoenix looked between the two of you confused, "It isn't right, so.. I'm going to romance you." he smirked.
Phoenix raised her eyebrows, "You're gonna what?"
"Rooster, what are you talking about?" You asked.
He straightened up, his smirk breaking into a grin, "I'm going to take you on the perfect first date, show you how it's done." he said, "I'm going to raise your standards, sweetheart."
There was the stomach flip again.
"So," he continued, "tomorrow night, 7 o'clock, be ready." he winked, before turning away and joining Bob and Hangman at the pool table.
You slowly smelled the roses he'd given you, trying to hide your smile. Phoenix snorted, "I don't know what's going on, but looks like you're pleased."
You cleared your throat and quickly placed the roses onto the table near you, shaking your head, "It's not like that, we're friends. He's just being dramatic."
Phoenix nodded and rolled her eyes, "Typical Rooster."
Later that night, Phoenix approached him at the bar, "Please explain what your plan is here."
He took a sip of beer, "What are you talking about?"
She gestured to you, sat chatting on the other side of the room, "This 'perfect first date' shit," she chuckled, "seriously Rooster, what are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that she needs someone to treat her right for once so she can stop dating assholes-"
"What then? Date you instead?" she smirked and crossed her arms.
Rooster frowned, "That's not-" he grunted, glancing at you across the room, a fleeting thought entering his mind of what it would be like to date you.
Phoenix smiled, patting his shoulder, "Don't go catching feelings." she smirked as she grabbed her drink and walked away.
Rooster chugged the rest of his beer. You were friends and you had been for a while, if he was going to catch feelings, he would have already. That's what he told himself as he ordered another beer.
-
When it hit 7 the next night, you really didn't know what to expect, or where all of this had come from. You knew Rooster was a gentleman at heart, so maybe your words had struck a nerve in him. Either way, you decided you had nothing to lose, this was just one friend helping out another.
The buzzer in your apartment rang, and knowing it was Rooster you let him up, opening the door once he knocked.
"You know," you said, grabbing your purse from the counter behind you, "I could have just come down to meet you."
"No way." he replied, holding out his arm for you to take, "The guy always comes to the door."
You chuckled and rolled your eyes, taking his arm as you both walked downstairs to his bronco. You reached for the handle of the passenger door but Rooster beat you to it, opening it up for you to get in, "Are you serious?" you giggled, as you climbed in the passenger's seat, "This is old-school stuff, no one does this anymore."
"Correction," Rooster began, leaning over you to buckle your seatbelt. He paused by your face, "None of the assholes you date do this anymore." He noticed your cheeks redden slightly and suddenly found it difficult to look away. He smiled slightly before straightening up, "The right guy will."
He shut your door and made his way around to the drivers seat, then buckled his own seatbelt and turned on the engine.
You bit your lip, "You know, it's really nice of you to do this Rooster but-"
"Rooster?" he frowned playfully, "This is meant to be a first date, sweetheart, it's only right you call me by my actual name."
You chuckled slightly, before sighing in defeat, "Fine. Bradley."
Rooster could've sworn he felt his heart skip a beat as you said his name. He was pretty sure it was the first time he'd actually heard you say it, maybe aside from when he'd first met you in the early days of Top Gun. He was so focused back then, wanting to be the best of the best, that he'd never spoken much to you. He liked the way it sounded, he'd always thought you had a sweet voice and a part of him wanted to hear you say it again. He shook his head a little, reminding himself of the situation.
"Good." he said curtly, clearing his throat, "You wanna put some music on?" He grinned and glanced at the stereo, "Press play."
You raised your eyebrows at him, before giving in and pressing play, causing one of your favourite songs to come blasting through the speakers. You quickly turned to him in awe as he explained, "I remembered that one night I played this for you at the Hard Deck on the piano, I know you love it, so I got the CD."
You smiled brightly at him and again, he struggled to look away, especially once you started singing along. He sang with you, glancing over at you whenever he could, until the song ended.
"Perfect timing," he said, "We're almost there."
You glanced out the window as the beach came into view. Rooster saw you were confused, but it only spurred him on, excited to see if you would like what he planned. A part of him really wanted to impress you. He parked up as you turned to him, "The beach? Rooster what-" He cleared his throat to cut you off and you sighed, "Bradley, what are we doing here?"
Yep, there was no way you were ever calling him Rooster again.
He grinned, "You'll see," then he quickly got out of the car and rushed to open the passenger door for you, holding out his hand, "M'lady," he teased.
You couldn't help but laugh, taking his hand and stepping out of the car. He opened the back door and pulled out a picnic basket, before taking your hand in his again, "Ready?" he asked and you nodded, walking alongside him towards the beach.
You both walked in silence, but it wasn't awkward, in fact it felt comfortable. Rooster glanced down at your hands, he liked how big his were compared to yours, but somehow they fit perfectly together.
Eventually he stopped, reluctantly letting your hand go and placing the basket onto the sand, "What do you think, sweetheart? This a good spot?"
You chuckled and nodded as he took out a blanket and laid it carefully on the ground. You both sat down and he placed the picnic basket in between you, "I hope you're hungry, I got all your favourite things."
He opened the basket and you peaked inside, seeing all of your favourite snacks as well as a bottle of wine, "How did you even know all my favourite foods?" you asked.
He grinned, "I asked around." he reached into the basked and pulled out two wine glasses, "Would the beautiful lady like some wine?"
Your cheeks felt warm as you nodded and watched him pour you a small glass. You took it from him as he poured his own and once he was done, he turned back to you, "So, tell me about yourself."
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What are you talking about, you already know me."
"Nope," he tutted, "This is a first date, right? I don't know anything about you yet, but I want to, that's the whole point."
You chuckled, "Wow, most of the time the guy just goes on and on about himself."
"That's because they're shitty guys," he grinned, "So, tell me about yourself, even if I've already heard it, pretend I haven't."
"Okay, uh," you paused and tried to think, "well, I'm a pilot in the Navy."
"A pilot, huh?" Rooster nodded slowly, trying to pretend this was news to him, "And what's that like?"
You smiled, "It's.. a lot. I love it though, I wouldn't give it up for anything." Rooster's smile mirrored yours, because he felt the same way about it, you continued, "Some of the guys I work with can be a real handful though."
His head tilted to the side and he smirked, "Oh really?"
You nodded, "Especially this one guy, got a real silly callsign too, something like.. Duck? Chicken?"
You giggled and he snorted, "Silly huh? Nah, I bet he's cool, gotta be handsome too."
You pretend to think it over, tapping your chin in thought, all the while your smile never left your face, "I guess he's okay." you shrug eventually, taking a sip of wine.
"Just okay?" Rooster raised his eyebrows as you giggled. He'd always know he loved your laugh, but somehow he loved it even more when you were laughing at something he'd said. It was the third time so far he had to remind himself of the situation.
"Fine, he's very handsome." you grinned, "Maybe not as handsome as Hangman but..."
Rooster chuckled, shoving you playfully, "Shut up." he laughed, secretly hoping that wasn't what you actually thought.
You sighed dramatically, "At least Hangman actually acknowledged me while we were at Top Gun."
Rooster smiled slightly, "Guess I just knew how much of a distraction you'd be back then."
You snorted, "Or you were going through a moody teenager phase."
"That's probably true, yeah." he nodded slowly, chuckling to himself.
You smiled, "It's fine, that was years ago anyway. I'm glad we're friends now."
He smirked, "Friend-zoning me on the first date? That's just cruel, sweetheart." You giggled again, and Rooster felt his smile get bigger. He realised he'd never had a date where the conversation flowed so easily, even though this wasn't technically a 'date', he wondered if things would be different if it was.
Your rested your head on his shoulder as the sun began to set, "Wow." you said in awe, "The sunset's beautiful."
Still thinking everything over in his head, Rooster nodded, glancing down at you. He could see the sunset reflected in your eyes and you looked so relaxed, content, "Yeah it is." he muttered, even though the sunset was the last thing on is mind.
A little while later, you'd packed up all the food and walked back to his car. He put the picnic basket on the back seat and opened the door for you again. You'd playfully rolled your eyes at him but said nothing, getting in the car quietly, feeling slightly disappointed the night was almost over.
Rooster noticed himself driving slower than usual on the ride back, trying to soak up all the time with you he had. He tried not to think too much of it, telling himself it was nothing as he arrived at your apartment. He walked you to your door, again insisting it was the 'gentlemanly' thing to do.
"I'm curious," you said, as you both stood in front of your apartment door, "All this tonight, is this actually the kind of thing you do on a first date with a girl?"
Rooster nodded, "A first date is important, sweetheart, I like to make a good impression."
You chuckled, "What about at the end of the night? How does the great 'Bradley Bradshaw' end the perfect first date?"
He smirked, "Well, for starters, I don't kiss on the first date, I wait until at least the second, it's just the way I was raised." he said, taking a step towards you, "but, there is something I do to, uh, leave a lasting impression."
You raised your eyebrows, "Go on."
Bradley smirked, agreeing to show you, "Okay so," he took a small step forward, so the space between you was nearly non-existent, "I gently tuck a piece of hair behind her ear," he said, doing so as he said it, "I look deep into her eyes and then I lean in to whisper," his voice was low as his lips came to your ear, "I had a really good time tonight, I'm hoping you'll let me see you again soon."
He moved back so was looking directly at you, your faces only inches apart, noses almost touching. His eyes felt stuck on yours and he felt this.. tug. Like he could easily just lean in and-
"You are so cheesy!" you giggled, pulling away from him and unlocking your door.
He cleared his throat, snapping out of whatever moment he was having, "It may be cheesy, but trust me, it works."
You rolled your eyes and stood in your door way, "I did have a good night tonight though, so thanks... Bradley. I definitely feel romanced now."
He shook his head slightly, forcing a smile, "No problem, sweetheart. Goodnight."
You smiled and said goodbye, shutting the door behind you as you walked into your apartment. Rooster really had delivered on his promise of the 'perfect first date', even he knew that as he stood looking at your door. He was about to knock, but decided against it, making his way back to his car instead. He didn't even know what he was planning to say, it was that stupid tugging feeling again that had almost overtaken him.
He barely slept that night, his mind was stuck on you and how much fun he'd had. Sure, he been on other dates but this one was so easy. He thought he'd have to force himself to be romantic with you, but in reality, it had felt like second nature to him as soon as he realised that all he wanted was to see you smile. That and the cute little surprised look you'd gotten on your face when you'd seen that he'd brought all your favourite food. Even when you were both singing in the car, he felt himself wishing it was an actual date.
He tossed and turned, thinking back to your time at Top Gun, back to when you two weren't friends. All this time you'd thought he never noticed you, but that was the problem. He had noticed you back then, you were hard to miss, he just couldn't let himself get distracted like that, plus he was still working through all the issues he had, so it was easier for him to not look your way. And now you were just friends. Friends.
It was around 3am when he woke up to a startling thought.
He had wanted to kiss you. He'd been so close until you pulled away and now all he could think about was what it would be like.
Damn.
He was so fucked.
-
Rooster tried to avoid you at work, but that only made him feel worse because he wanted to see you more than anything. You eventually found him at the end of the day anyways, walking up to him with a smile. How had he never noticed how pretty your smile was before. God, he was really spiralling.
"Hey!" you grinned, "I haven't seen you all day!"
"Yeah." he cleared his throat, "Sorry, been busy."
You nodded slowly, but the air felt tense and awkward. "I really enjoyed the other night, you've really opened my eyes, Bradley, or I guess I should get back to calling you Rooster now, right?"
Rooster shrugged, trying to seem as casual as he could, "Yeah.. right."
You smile, "Okay, then Rooster, guess what? I've got another date, and not from Tinder this time."
He stiffened, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, "Oh really?"
You nod, seemingly pleased with yourself, "Yep, it was a real meet-cute too. He helped me reach a top shelf at the supermarket and ended up asking for my number."
Rooster frowned, he didn't want another guy reaching high shelves for you, he could do that just fine. He didn't want you on another date with a guy at all. He really wanted to kick himself, he never would have felt this way if he hadn't taken you out. Then again, the more he thought about it, he'd always had a soft spot for you. Why else would he go out of his way to pick you up on a date night, instead of going out on a date himself. If he wanted to go out with someone, he definitely could, he'd been given enough numbers at the Hard Deck to know that.
He cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from you, "Well, I hope it goes well."
You laughed, "I don't know. You've set the bar way too high now, as soon as he disappoints me, I'm leaving."
Rooster internally hoped he would disappoint you as you said goodbye and walked off down the hall, heading home for the day. A thought came to mind that if you were together, he'd be joining you on your drive home. Maybe you'd both stay up together and watch a movie, order some takeout, then after..
He blinked a few times and shook his head, trying to clear his mind quickly. Once he was home, he had another sleepless night, the thought of you with someone else nagging at him.
-
The night of your big date, Rooster found himself sat with his friends in the Hard Deck, checking his phone every few minutes in case you needed him to pick you up. The longer it took for a text to come, the more riled up he got, wondering if it was going well, if he was going to have to see you both together anytime soon-
"Stop moping." Phoenix chuckled, interrupting his thoughts. He put his phone back in his pocket as she stood in front of him, sipping her beer.
Rooster scoffed, "I'm not moping, I'm fine."
"No, you're not." she smirked, sitting herself down next to him.
"I don't know what's wrong with me, Nat, I should be happy for her but.." he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, "It doesn't matter anyway, we're just friends."
She snorted, "So you finally realise you have feelings for her but it's too late because she's taken your advice and gone out with a decent guy, you both have really great timing."
Rooster frowned, "What?"
Phoenix put her beer down and faced him, "She had the biggest crush on you in Top Gun, don't tell me you didn't know."
Rooster's eyes widened, "She- No way."
"I can't believe you didn't know!" Phoenix chuckled, "It's just funny, she was convinced you'd never see her like that, I mean, you barely said two words to her our whole time there, and now.."
Rooster groaned, "She had a crush on me all that time and I missed my chance." his face fell into his hands as he mumbled, "I'm such an idiot."
Phoenix rolled her eyes, "Yeah, you are." he lifted his head and looked up at her, "You guys have been walking the line between friends and more than friends for a while now, I don't know how you don't see it, but she has feelings for you Rooster, just like you do for her."
"She's on another date right now with another guy-"
Rooster felt his phone buzz in his pocket.
Hey are you free? Could use some saving right about now.
It was from you. Phoenix read the message over Rooster's shoulder, "Go get your girl."
-
You sat on a bench a few minutes down from the restaurant you'd left. Rooster was on his way, and really this was always the best part of a date for you anyways, joking around with him in the car on the way home. Yet you couldn't help but feel slightly dejected, since you'd really gotten your hopes up for tonight and the guy ended up being exactly like the rest.
You looked up as his bronco stopped in front of you. You were about to stand when the engine switched off and Rooster got out, sitting himself down on the bench beside you.
"You okay?" he asked.
You shrugged and nodded, "I'm fine, guess I just thought he would be different but he wouldn't even look up from his phone." you sighed, "Then he expected me to want to go back to his place, after barely saying two words to me all night! That was when I messaged you."
He nodded, "Good." he cleared his throat, "You had a crush on me back in Top Gun, huh?"
Your eyes went wide, "What? Who told you that?"
He smiled a little, "You know why I wasn't friendly with you back then?" you frowned in confusion as he continued, turning to face you on the bench, "Because when I first saw you, I wanted to ask you out, but I also wanted to be the best, so that had to come first for a while."
"I don't understand," you said, turning to face him too.
He chuckled, his eyes stuck on yours as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear, "I told you, I knew you'd be a distraction."
Your eyes met as you asked, "Wait- You liked me?" Rooster nodded, he was playing with a piece of your hair, twirling it around his finger, "Why are you telling me this now?"
"Because I've realised the crush I had on you never went away, and I've gotten to be the best, so now I wanna tackle the asking you out part." he replied, his hand coming to rest on your cheek.
You raised your eyebrows, smiling a little and leaning into his touch, "The perfect second date?" He nodded as you said, "Okay, Rooster."
He leaned in a little, "I think from now on you should call me Bradley."
You slowly nodded, smiling and muttering, "Okay, Bradley." He smiled back at you, before he leaned in and kissed you gently. His hands travelled from your cheeks down to your waist and his thumb began rubbing circles on your hips. Rooster was in heaven, your kiss every bit as good as he thought it would be.
When you broke away from each other, breathless and red-faced, he tenderly kissed your head. You smiled, "I thought you didn't kiss until the second date."
"If our second date has to be on a random bench for me to finally kiss you, then I'll take it."
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Can I please request, four platonic yandere brothers with helpless y/n who only grew up relaying on their brothers
My god, i take so long to answer, anyways teehee, im finally answering things yayayayay my trip back home is uh not going to happen i think, very sad, anyways also omg, four brothers also also, im lazy so for now, their names are numbers :p
Reblogs and comments are appreciated
Having four brother to look after you is probably great when you're young but a pain when you're older, combined with the fact their yandere behaviour it's probably hell on earth.
You have to ask them permission for any and everything you do, and unless they say yes, you won't be able to do anything. If involves a friend, one or two will always be hiding in the background in case something happens.
The eldest, One, makes all his brothers report everything to him, where you go, what you do but he himself, never steps in to stop you from doing something, instead, he'll have Two or Three do the dirty work.
One is your beloved brother, who'd never do anything to make you upset, he may be pulling the strings but he'll never out himself as the villian.
One probably has the best job out of all the brothers and he has no problem handing you his card to go buy whatever you want, eat whatever you want. Hell, he takes you to expensive restaurants every now and then.
Even if you ask for a luxury car, he'll get it for you, no questions asked.
What his parents couldn't do, what they couldn't buy you, he'll buy it for you, he'll make sure you never lack in anything, whether it's something you need or something stupid, he'll hand it to you.
Having a good job, also means he's quite busy, but he makes time for you no matter what, one call and he'd drop everything to come to you, after all, his company should be more than equipped to deal with things in the absence of their CEO.
Two is the second eldest, the more strict brother, one who seems he'll scold you for sitting the wrong way, when in reality, he'd never do anything like that.
Despite being the one who finds a way to spoil all the plan One disapproves of, he makes sure to let you down gently, how horrible of an idea it is, how dangerous the outside is, especially when you're so looked after by four brother, the world is not as kind as they are.
Being a professor, Two is out most of the day but when he comes back, he always makes sure you have something to eat or buying something you want to eat. There isn't a single day he doesn't come back with a trinket in his hand.
Two is the brother you go to when you're having trouble with your assignments, he'll take all the time he has to explain it to you, no matter how busy you are, no matter how many assignments he has to complete, he'll always ready to explain things to you If you ever go into the same field as him, he'll pull some strings to get you into the same college he works in.
Two knows better than anyone how much you hate when people raise their voice at you, after all, he was the one who always comforted you after you got yelled at for not being able to understand your school work.
Two does not hesitate to go argue with the teacher if he sees and mishap in your grades, Two has years of experience and multiple connections, he'll make sure that teacher never gets to grade another paper again or if you get a lower grade than expected, he;ll go through the paper with you.
Three is someone who quiet, but the moment he opens his mouth, only sarcastic sentences and insults fall out of his mouth and even you as his sibling are not immune to this, although, he might tone it down so he doesn't get smacked by One again for making you upset.
Three is the brother you'd call after getting in a fight or if people were being creepy towards you, he wouldn't hesitate to break their nose off, and he always reaches the spot suspiciously fast.
Three might not be as rich or smart as the other two but he sure as hell knows how to deal with problems through violence. It's the only way he knows to look after you, you who used to get into ridiculous arguments, who used to stand there and accept every insult, not doing anything afraid to disappoint One or Two. He used to deal with people back then, he used to drag you away when your parents were fighting over something stupid, if he could he would have made sure you never has to see those things but back then, he wasn't as strong nor was he as capable as he is now.
Three is the brother you go to when something goes wrong with your car/bike, he'll fix it up for free, arguing how it got this bad because you took it to some random mechanic outside.
God forbid, Three ever find out a mechanic overcharged you with something, he'll go down there and pick a fight before demanding One to shut down the place.
Four is the youngest and closet to you in age, someone who's always up and about. He'd be dragging you to different places to try out different things.
Always going against One and taking you places, One disapproves off, claiming how you'll be completely safe with him and that nothing could go wrong.
Four knows how much it upsets you when Two or Three stop you from going somewhere when everyone is busy, so he makes it a point to take you there whenever he's free.
Four has always been stuck to your side like glue, back in school when no one wanted to sit with you and now when all your friends happen to be busy all the time.
He'd make it a point to show how awful your friends are, hanging out with others while ignoring you everytime. Unlike the other three, Four doesn't mind if your feelings get hurt a bit, perhaps sitting in a cafe, waiting for your friend for hours will teach you how unreliable they are and how much better your own brothers are, when they drop everything to come attend to your needs.
Of course, he doesn't go too far, four is well aware how one already disapproves of his ways and the last thing he needs from his brother is a lecture.
#octo answers#yandere x darling#tw yandere#yandere x reader#octo writes#yandere#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#platonic yandere#yandere x gn reader#platonic yandere x reader#yandere platonic#yandere writing#yandere male x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere brothers
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âł Index [Snippet #53 - Adorable]
"When Jungkook is so cute by merely exisiting."
Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life Fluff
Warnings: she thinks that he is the cutest, which he is <3, a cute sushi date with a beach walk afterwards, she bites his nose <3, he is also a lil shit because let's be honest he is, and we all love him so much for it <3, one (1) mention of suggestive themes
Wordcount: 1.1k
a/n: this is inspired by this gifset 𧥠i just love his lil pout and pretty eyes so much :( also, please bear with me. you besties are gonna get longer stories again. christmas time at work is just very stressful and time consuming and i rarely have energy to write :(
Jungkook is minding his own business. He is living his own life, enjoying the moment, existing. And you canât take your eyes off of him. He isnât even doing anything. He is merely and simply existing and you still think that he is the most adorable and handsome person that ever existed and ever will exist.Â
He is wearing a white, oversized long arm shirt today, combining a black bucket hat with it. His bangs cover his forehead and his face carries no makeup. He is entirely comfortable with his look. It is simple, but you think that he is a work of art. Â
You and he are currently on a fun and relaxing date to a costal restaurant. The theme of the restaurant is local fish and the chef specializes in sushi. She explains each serving in great detail and Jungkook is really enjoying his time here. You have never witnessed him listen so intently and with such attention for such a long time before. Now, donât misunderstand, this isnât supposed to be mean. You love him and you also love how easily his attention span can wander. Something as small and simple as a pretty bug by the side of the road can already pull his attention away. Sometimes, even something as simple as a random thought can completely beam him away. You never saw it as a negative trait, but you also have to admit that seeing him so deeply engrossed in sushi knowledge is surprising and wonderful to witness. He pouts his lips without noticing and his eyes are so big in wonder. You just love him so much. His reactions to the food are almost better. You havenât laughed that much during lunch in a long time. He is so cute.Â
He would definitely whine if he knew that you are calling him cute. He doesnât like to be called that way (a lie, he likes to tell you. He definitely likes it, you are sure of it). And the thing is? You canât blame him. Â
Jungkook is a strong and muscular man. He is pierced, tattooed and drives a huge Harley. He also knows how to knock someone out with just one punch and the multiple times he had you in his arms and on his cock at the same time are definitely haunting your mind from time to time. Jungkook is just such a Man and he shouldnât be this cute in your eyes, but he is. He is so tender and beautiful and full of childlike wonder. When he talks to you, he talks in a soft voice and when he holds your hand, he always draws hearts on your skin. He greets and thanks the staff of whatever places you visit and whenever it is possible, he makes their jobs easier by helping out as best as possible.
He is just so warm. Yes, this is how he is. He is warm like a safe hug, warm like hot cocoa, warm like a blanket after a person laid under it for a long time.
And right now, you think that he is unbearably cute in his little outfit with his pretty eyes and pouty lips.
The sushi chef turns her back to you and him again, preparing the next course. Jungkook glances at you from the corner of his eyes. He has been feeling your eyes on him the entire time the chef explained her process. He is starting to get nervous.Â
When you donât seem to want to stop any time soon, he finally speaks up.Â
âIs something the matter, my sweetheart?â he asks, turning his head to you and rubbing your back. You and he are sitting next to each other so it is easy to do.Â
âI just think that youâre so cute.â
He furrows his brows and pouts, âdonât call me that.â
âI canât help it. Youâre just soâŠcan I bite your nose?â
âNo? Why would you wanna bite my nose?â he says genuinely confused and touches his own nose.Â
âBecause if I donât get to munch on something soon, I will riot.âÂ
He pulls a grimace of judgement.Â
âYouâre a weirdoâ, he says and turns his head away.Â
âPlease?â
âNo. Not hereâ, he whines and then the chef returns with the new course.
The sushi date continues. Jungkook is mesmerised while you are mesmerised by him. How can such a masculine, strong man be so cute? And how will you survive not munching on him?
You and he take a walk by the pier after lunch, holding hands and enjoying the ocean breeze. You snap some pictures by the beach, some together and some of each other. Afterwards it is time for ice cream, which you enjoy sitting on a bench overlooking the ocean.Â
âYou are looking at me againâ, Jungkook says.
âI canât help it. Youâre so cute today.âÂ
âYou know that I could easily bench press you, donât you?â
âI am aware. I still think that youâre cute. Gosh Kookie, this shirt fits you so well. Youâre looking so snuggly.â
You cuddle into him, hugging his waist and resting your cheek on his shoulder. Jungkook drapes his arm around you, smiling shyly.Â
âCan I really not bite your nose?â you mumble.
âWhy do you wanna bite my nose?â
âBecause.â You poke his nose. âNo nose has ever nosed as hard as your nose does.â
He scoffs, âokay? Whatever that may mean.â
âIt means that I wanna bite your nose. Please?â
âBut why? Itâs my nose, I need it to breathe.â
âIâm not gonna do it hard. Just a little nibble. Once. Please?âÂ
âWhatâs in it for me?â
âA cute nose bite?â
âYeah.â He laughs. âThatâs not convincing.â
âYou get to take two bites of my ice cream?â
He squints his eyes, letting out a long, âhmmmmmm.â
âThree bites?âÂ
âOkay fine, we have a deal.â
âYes! Oh my god, Iâm so happyâ, you exclaim and cup his cheeks to turn his head to you.Â
With a racing pulse, you lean closer so you could finally bite his nose. You have wanted to do this ever since this date started. He has such a pretty and biteable nose. You make sure to be as gentle as possible. All you need is for your teeth to feel his nose just once. You donât want to hurt him.Â
Jungkook grumbles in faux annoyance, giving you a pout afterwards.
âHappy?âÂ
âVery. This was the highlight of my day, seriously.â
He chuckles, âif you say so. Now give me ice cream.â
âThere you go.âÂ
Jungkook practically sucks in your ice cream like a vacuum, leaving you with an empty ice cream cone and an agape mouth.
âJungkook!â You exclaim, âwhat the hell?â
He chuckles with a full mouth, eyes sparkling mischievously.
âYouâre so annoyingâ, you whine, nudging his chest.
âYou said three bites. Never said how big they can- ow, ah, brain freeze.â
âServes you right, you ice cream thieving egg.â
#jungkook fluff#Jungkook romance#jungkook fanfic#jungkook fanfiction#jungkook scenario#jungkook drabble#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#bts fluff#bts romance#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#bts scenario#bts drabble#bts x reader#bts x you#bangtan fluff#bangtan romance#bangtan fanfic#bangtan fanfiction#bangtan drabble#bangtan scenario#bangtan x reader#bangtan x you#fanfic: ogc
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Imagine pretty boy Steve trapped in a mirror for his vanity.
Except he grows as a person so much that his sole purpose becomes boosting self-esteem of everyone looking into the mirror (unless they're being an asshole in which case, bye any semblance of personal worth).
"Looking great, Dustin, go and get them! Oh wait, move your tie slightly to the left, that's it, good job buddy, go go go!"
"Seriously Robin, there's no way your lady isn't all over you the moment you step in that restaurant. Did you wear smudge-proof lipstick? Time to test it."
"No, Nance, it's not weird to ask your ex-boyfriend if you look presentable, I mean, who else is better qualified? Good choice of dress for the interview, you're going to ace it."
"El, it doesn't matter how long your hair is. Yeah, it was so pretty, but it will grow back. But you know what else? You have gorgeous eyes, a wonderful smile and the way you say "mouth-breather" is everything. As long as you have that smile you'll be the prettiest girl around, so don't you dare worry about it."
"Mike, stop looking like someone stepped in your birthday cake, you're a handsome young man and Will is going to love the new haircut. If I'm wrong, feel free to come back and spread mustard all over my frame, but I've yet to be wrong. Yeah, you're a bit of an asshole too, now go and get your boy!"
"Joyce, you're as beautiful as always, but from what I know about Hopper, he'd think you're the most beautiful person alive if you were wearing a potato sack. But this dress is perfect and you look so happy. I wish you all the best on your date!"
"Yeah Jason, looks aren't the issue here...nothing I can do to help you all the ugly stuff on the inside buddy. Sure, smash the mirror if you want - good luck by the way, it's fucking cursed for a reason - but that won't make the truth hurt less, huh?"
And then Eddie accidentally steps in front of him and Steve has never seen anyone so unaware of his own beauty. And Eddie seems to be the only one apart from Robin who realizes how lonely he sometimes gets so he often takes Steve with him no matter where he goes (the big van is handy) and Steve makes sure to shower him with compliments, gradually finding exactly the right doses and right words to make Eddie understand how special he is, how radiant his smile looks, how he's so animated when he talks about things he loves-
And on the day when Eddie looks into the mirror and finally sees himself just as Steve sees him, the mirror cracks and Steve falls out, disoriented and kind of terrified, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck-?!
But Eddie just smiles at him and hugs him, the first human touch in such a long time it makes Steve tear up. "Finally!" exclaims Eddie and pulls him even closer. "No shame at all Stevie, but that frame was fucking heavy!"
#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steddie drabble#steddie au#stranger things#stranger things au
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âą james potter x fem!reader
âą summary: modern restaurant au; it's your first day on the job and james is your trainer . Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ę 2.4k
âą warnings/tags: is profanity a tw pls lmk actually, coworker!james, coworker!marauders, accidentally wrote an anxious!reader, trying out that headcannon where remus is a bit of a hothead, only lightly grammar checking this series bc i just wanna have fun w it
⹠the new hire masterlist ⥠main masterlist
note: here, bc i gotta chill and write something light for once. i think this will be an ongoing fic. also im not beating the mentioning tea in ever fic allegations anytime soon how does this always happen.
âWelcome in! How many in your party?â
âOh! No, Iâm Y/N. Itâs my first day.â Your fingers pitter patter nervously on the host stand.
âYouâre the new waitress!â the bubbly hostess exclaims, âIâm Mary! Itâs so nice to meet you. Stay right there, Iâll go get the manager.â
She disappears into the busy restaurant, leaving you rocking back and forth on your heels nervously.
Mary, you repeat the name in your mind, recalling what she looked like so that you wouldnât forget who the name belongs to. You had a thing with learning namesâyou just hated forgetting them. It felt so humiliating to have to ask someone to remind you of their name. One time, you worked with someone for months and their name lived on the tip of your tongue the entire time. Luckily, they quit before it ever came up.
âThere she is! Ready for day one?â The manager, Nate, greeted as he followed Mary back to the host stand.
Not in the slightest. You always hated first days, with all the pressure to make a good impression. Not to mention itâs only the start to the slow climb over the learning curve. You hold out hope that everyone will be as nice as Mary seemed, it would make today a lot easier.
âReady as Iâll ever be,â you say, straightening out your black shirt. The dress code for this job was essentially the color black from head to toe. You used the lack of a formal uniform to your advantage, expressing your personal style as much as you could within the confines of business casual.
Nate clapped his hand together, âRight, first up is a tour and introductions. I have all your paperwork already, right? So, after that weâll get you in an apron and find someone for you to shadow.â
âSounds good,â you try sounding cheery and excited, only for you to start worrying about whether or not you sound too eager.
âSo, front of house is up first. Youâve already met Mary, our lovely hostessââ
Marry wiggles her fingers at you as a playful wave while she takes a phone call, âYes, we do takeout!â
âYou donât need to worry about the host stand, but Iâll show you the book so you can get a feel for the sections and how we operate. Weâll only give you a small group of tables at firstâŠâ
You try to commit everything Nate says to memory, wanting to do well here. You really need this job. Rent isnât cheap, especially without roommates. And you really donât want a roommate. Plus this place pays their servers well, so you want to be good at it. You really really need to listen to Nate if youâre gonna be good at this.
But, jeez, Nate seems like he loves to talk. Heâs going on and on and on and youâre fighting back a yawn when Mary swoops in like a hero, telling Nate she needs the book back to make a reservation.
âSure, I think youâve got the idea of it anyway, right?â Nate asks.
You blink, âOh, yeah. Sure do!â
Shit, you think. You totally zoned out.
âGreat, let me show you to the bar,â Nate says, already walking away.
Another reason why you really want to work here was for the ambiance. Itâs a contemporary place with a grungy interior, all while remaining slightly upscale for restaurants in this area. Another upside was the live music. If youâre gonna be working, at least let it be somewhere nice with good music.
âSirius! New serverâs here,â Nate interrupts the bartender whoâs in the process of mixing up a cocktail. You introduce yourself with a shy smile as you study him, trying to make a permanent link between his name and face in your mind.
Sirius the bartenderâmischievous gray eyes and long black hair. He wears half of it tied up in the back of his head, surly to avoid having it fall in his face while he mixes drinks.
He puts the shaker down and rolls up the sleeves of his satin black dress shirt, âHey there, doll, yâalright? Natey not being too boring for ya?â
âAlright, back to work, Sirius.â Nate says, sounding snappy.
You follow Nate to the back of the restaurant.
âThis is the kitchenââ
âWho the fuck rang in scallops? Weâve been 86 scallops all fucking day.â
âDonât look at me! Was probably James, the bloody dolt.â
âThis seems like a bad time,â Nate spins on his heels and ushers you out of the kitchen quickly, âWhoever trains you will get you acclimated to the kitchen later. Thatâs Remus, just so you know, head chef.â
You nod, not having anything else to say as you begin to worry everyone wonât be as nice as Mary.
You want to take a moment to commit Remusâ name to memory like you had Sirius and Maryâs, but you only caught a glimpse of him. Still, you were sure you wouldnât forget who the name belonged to now that youâve had such a lovely first impression.
Next, Nate takes you down a hall, past the bathrooms, to show you his office and the staff area complete with a rickety table for breaks and some lockers. In the corner are two plastic bins with fading sharpie scrawled across the front of them: CLEAN and DIRTY. Nate reaches into the âcleanâ bin and picks out a slate gray apron.
He hands it to you, and you try to tie it the way the server in the kitchen had it. Nate starts leading you back out into the dining room as you continue to fiddle with the ties.
As you dart around the restaurant, the âfast-paced environmentâ detail from the job listing is really starting to materialize, and this was only the tour.
âRight, now where are my bloody servers.â Nate mutters under his breath, âSlacking off by the host stand, of course.â
Thereâs two servers at the host stand: a girl with red hair hanging in two braids on either side of her face and a tall boy with glasses. Theyâre huddled with Mary, looking like theyâre sharing hot gossip.
You and Nate make it to the host stand at the same time as the other server from the kitchen.
âHey, team!â Nate says, but it falls on deaf ears.
âChefâs fuckinâ pissed at you,â she says to Glasses.
âWhat I do!?â He asks, whipping his body out of the huddle. Mary and the red-haired girl keep talking without him.
âThinks you rang in some scallops,â she shrugs, blowing a strand of blonde hair out of her face.
âWhy would I do that? Weâre 86.â
âYeah, but I forgot,â she says nonchalantly, leaning her back against the host stand.
âAnd you let him think it was me!?â
âOh yeah, obviously. Anyway, I should probably go tell my table theyâre not getting their scallops.â
âServers!â Nate interrupts loudly, finally making your four new coworkers quiet down. You feel all eyes suddenly train on you. You smile through the uncomfortable sensation of your stomach lurching.
âWe have a new member joining our team today. Please give a warm welcome to Y/N.â
âHi,â you flash a smile to the new faces in front of you.
âWelcome!â The red-haired girl returns a bright smile of her own, âIâm Lily, I love your earrings.â
âMarlene,â the blonde says plainly.
And finallyâ
âHiya, Love. Iâm James,â the one with glasses says coolly as he rests an elbow on the host stand. He exudes confidence, and it makes you want to shrink into yourself.
You try to study the three of them to commit names to faces.
Lilyâfiery red hair, kind eyes, and a fair complexion with a sprinkling of freckles.
Marleneâyou like the way her blonde hair is cut into a shag. She also kind of intimidates you, so you really want to remember her name.
Jamesâglasses, tousled dark hair, very attractive. That last part probably wasnât a necessary attribute to help you remember his name, but it was true. He has a tall, toned frame that wouldâve made him seem intimidating if not for the way his eyes transformed into the physical embodiment of sunshine when he smiled. Were your hands getting sweaty?
âAlright, great. Introductions are done, now I need someone to be a trainer.â Nate claps his hands together, waiting for a volunteer.
âI have to go give a table bad news, so-â
Nate cuts Marlene off before she can hastily run away, âWasnât gonna ask you anyway.â
James is eyeing you, sizing you up it seems, when he pipes up, âIâll do it.â
Marlene snorts. âWerenât you saying an hour ago that Nate better not dump the-â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about, Marls,â James says through clenched teeth, glaring sideways at her.
You felt like quitting on the spot, thinking that you were obviously a burden on these people. Being a burden to James, specifically, felt particularly embarrassing. It had your face heating up.
âGreat! Thanks James,â Nate says, âY/N, youâre in good hands. Iâll be in the office if you need anything. The rest of you, get back to work!â
With a reluctant groan from Marlene and a ânice to meet youâ from Lily, the small crowd disperses. All except for you and James.
âIâm sorry you got saddled with training me.â
âAw man, no! Marlene was just-â James cuts himself off with a sigh, âFine, I didnât think Iâd want to train today. But I changed my mind, so donât feel like youâre a burden or something, alright?â
James seems pretty genuine, so you digress. Not without a joke first, though.
âJust remember you asked for it later when you get tired of me.â
âI have a feeling thatâs not gonna happen,â James says, a certain playfulness dancing in his eyes.
As a new party walks into the restaurant, James leads you toward a nearby order station so that youâll be out of the way.
âSo, youâre gonna wanna forget everything Nate told you,â he says as you walk, âIâm gonna show you how we actually run this place.â He shoots a boyish smirk over his shoulder.
âThat shouldnât be very hard, I donât think I was awake for any of it,â you admit with a chuckle.
âOoh, Iâm gonna like you!â James swings his body around when you reach the order station, âWe love Nate slander here. Behind his back of course.â
âThatâs worrisome,â you say, trying to find a comfortable way to lean against the terminal. You end up just standing up straight, âHe seemed kind of nice.â
âYou ever work in a restaurant before?â James leans toward you, looking coy, and you do your best not to shrink away from him.
âYeah, I was a hostess.â
âYou ever been friends with any of your old managers?â
You think about it for a minute, âNo.â
âExactly,â James leans back and you feel your shoulders relax at once. âHeâs alright, but heâs still the boss. Plus, itâs good for server morale to have a common enemy.â
James earns a laugh from you, and he smiles brightly as if itâs the biggest honor.
âSo, when do you get off?â
âIâm closing, I think.â
âNate has you closing on your first shift? Diiiiick move.â
âHe asked first and I told him I could handle it.â
âHe shouldnât have asked.â James insists, then he waves it off as if deciding whatâs done is done, âThatâs alright, youâll be able to stick with me. But in light of that, Iâll make today easy for you. You can watch while I take orders, and Iâll show you how I ring them all in here,â James pats the POS terminal, âAnd you can help me get bread and refills out to tables mostly. I wonât make you take orders today âcoz itâs a bit rowdy in here, but maybe if weâre sat with an easy table weâll see how youâre feeling.â
You nod along, not having anything to say, not that you had the chance. James is a fast talker and youâre beginning to notice how full of energy he is. Itâs a tad amusing, and itâs beginning to show on your face.
âWhat?â James asks, eyes flicking down to your growing smile.
With a slight shake of your head, you say, âYou a big coffee drinker?â
âYâknow, I get that a lot,â James reaches into the underside of the order station, and pulls out a canned beverage, âBut Iâm partial to these.â
Your face scrunches up as James takes a sip of what you like to call battery acid in a can.
James makes a big show of acting refreshed, emitting a long sigh when the can leaves his lips, âNot your cup of tea, I take it?â James raises an eyebrow.
âMy cup of tea would be actual tea. Or coffee-â
âCoffeeâs any better?â
âA million times, yes.â
âI beg to differ.â
âYou canât be serious.â
Jamesâ eyes light up like youâve just handed him a prize, âYouâre right, thatâs the bartender. âAve you met him?â
It takes you a moment to register what he means, and then youâre rolling your eyes, âOh, Iâm gonna hear that joke a lot from you arenât I?â
âYouâre gonna hear that joke all day from everyone, Love, itâs a house favorite.â
As youâre about to quip back, Lily squeezes between you two to ring in some food.
âJames, enough flirting. Some of your tables are starting to look pissed,â she says, tapping on the screen quickly to get the order in.
âIâm not flirting,â James protests, but the wink he shoots you begs to differ.
Lily takes a break from noting modifications for a sandwich order to look at you, âJames is always flirting, youâll learn to ignore him.â
James is looking at you over her shoulder, shaking his head and swirling his index finger by the side of hers, mouthing âsheâs crazy.â
As Lily resumes removing tomatoes from the order, she catches James in the act and swats his hand away, âSeriously, James, theyâre starting to flag me down because they havenât seen you in ages.â
James clutches his hand close to his chest. His eyes flit between you and Lily, a mock-horrified look on his face that communicates âsee, I told you sheâs crazy!â
âWho?â he asks.
âYour tables, you dunce,â Lily hisses, but there are notes of humor in her voice.
James bares his teeth as grimaces and checks his wrist for a watch that doesnât exist, âBollocks, look at the time. Come Y/N, Iâll show you how to turn an angry table into a happy one.â
You have to stifle a laugh as you follow James to his tables, mentally adding him to the list of reasons why you really want to work here.
#james potter fluff#james potter#james potter imagine#james potter x reader#james potter x fem!reader#james potter x anxious!reader#coworker!james potter#server!james potter#waiter!james potter#coworker!james potter x reader#coworker!marauders#james potter fanfic#marauders imagine#remus lupin#hothead!remus lupin#lily evans#mary macdonald#marlene mckinnon#marauders x reader#marauders fanfic#marauders era#hp imagine#hp fanfic#fluff#restaurant au#coworkers au#sirius black#bartender!sirius black#chef!remus#marauders
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Seven days // Zach mclaren x female!reader
Summary ; After an injury from soccer, Zach is forced by his doctor to rest his feets at home which leads him to order food. It was just supposed to be one night, but it was before seeing how pretty you are. And this is how you end up meeting him almost every night on your shift because he couldn't stop himself from ordering just to see you on his door . The food is great but he's now looking for another taste...
Warnings : None. it's purely romcom coded with all the fluff plotline and the cheesy lines filled because i needed this <3 (the delivery trope is so much underrated.)
Author's note : This is dedicated to @nadvs because we belong in the same zach fanclub. but also it's for all the zach's girlies. âšâŒïž
There was no one who loved winter more than you. you were always the first to look forward to this season of the year. From the month of November, you waited at your bedroom window for the first snowflakes, the first white trees, the first mist on the window, the first icy breath on the snowfall. You couldn't wait for the city to be immersed in the Christmas spirit with all the decorations in the streets, the lightened places, the warm outfits to alleviate the chattered teeth and the frozen hands stuck on the pocket. The sunny sky above the roofs of the houses completely covered in snow, the sidewalks buried under the ice, and the snow was so pretty to contemplate in the parks, northern lights and the winter landscapes.
You were definitely a winter girl. that night like all the others where you were not with your nose buried in your books or on the screen of your phone scrolling all your tiktok fyp, you were working as a delivery girl in a chinese restaurant a few meters away from your home. The old couple who ran the house had agreed to take you in, even without any professional experience, and you had always been grateful to them. They were friendly people with immigrant backgrounds like you. You bonded easily, and you were a bit like their granddaughter. It was crazy how the clash of cultures could bring people together.
Because you had been lazing around in your bed for too long, you had to take a fast shower, and leave the apartment quickly. you hadn't even been able to put on a coat as you were already heading to your workplace. the only thing you had time to do was get into the frosty december mood with an eternal classic of your playlist music in your ears called âLast Christmasâ by Wham.
you didn't like being late, because it made it seem like you didn't take your job seriously even though it was currently one of the things that mattered the most to you. you had good bosses, nice colleagues and in addition to your salary, you received generous tips. you may not have been rich but life offered you countless things to make you happy.
the only thing she had never given you before was a boyfriend. you'd like to say you weren't desperate about it but you were already in your late twenties and had no experience. it shouldn't be shameful to be single and a virgin but you were starting to believe that you would never find the right person. However, you had crushes but you were just good at accumulating them, not collecting them.
a woman should think more about her studies than about guys. and you agreed, but it was terribly frustrating to see the whole world pairing up when you had never kissed anyone, or even discovered what true love was. it was completely ridiculous.
you pushed the door of the restaurant, your entrance punctuated by a shrill sound of a bell. you greeted your work colleagues, put on your outfit and apologized to the bosses. you were ready to return to service.
âI don't mind if you're late here, but don't be late for the customer " the grandmother behind the counter gently scolded you, with a compassionate smile on her face.
âThere is no faster or more reliable delivery person than me. I remind you that I have five stars on the site.â
âthink you can beat me?â Spencer, one of your work colleagues, had challenged you.
âi already did. but thanks you, youâre adorable but keep going, I love seeing you believe in your dreams.â
you giggled before grabbing the bag of food. when you looked up at the address, your eyes widened.
â what's the matter ? â he asked because of the sudden look in your face. â Something's wrong ? â
â it's justâŠi already delivered this guy almost everyday this weekâŠi'm just kinda surprised, you know ? â
â you doubt the quality of my food ? â questioned your boss with a fake offended tone.
â no, lady su. nobody makes better food as you in this town but isn't-it strange ? â
"maybe it's not about the food that he orders so much." had simply commented on the grandfather who passed by with a steaming tray of delicious dumplings with a plate of Peking duck.
you rolled your eyes, not believing a word he had just said. but he replied with a wink. sometimes you wondered if they weren't your real grandparents.
you left the restaurant before starting your motorcycle. on the way, you began to regret not having brought a jacket or scarves because you were starting to shiver. the cold was terrible with the wind which literally felt like a blizzard. your body felt colder against the temperature and you had been sneezed on several times. your ears were icy, and you were sure your bones were frozen. at least your fingers were.
you parked in front of the building. you rang the bell for him to open the building door for you before going up the stairs.
you knew the place by heart now that you came there every day. even though you tried not to think about it, it gave you a strange feeling knowing that he ordered at the restaurant every day. it was quite curious. you recognized that the food was incredibly good, but so much so that he wanted to eat it every day?
no way.
impossible.
you weren't complaining about having such a good client, it was very cool but you had to ask yourself questions. you barely had time to knock on the door when it opened, as if he had pathetically and desperately waited behind until you arrived.
âheyâ his voice was always so friendly, so eager to greet you.
âheyâ you replied with the same intonation, before handing over the bag of food.
Usually, you never bothered to take a closer look at your customers. you delivered and left but this time, you couldn't help but observe him from the third time you came. he must have been the same age as you. he was easily taller than you, his size forcing him to look down on your frame. he had intensely blue eyes, even brighter in the light of the hall.
and you could tell by his athletic shape that he had a sports career at his college. but judging by the way he grimaced when he walked, it was on break. you could tell that he had recently had a problem with his foot. you didn't need to have studied medicine to know that.
even if he wanted to hide it from you, you could hardly ignore that he was in pain.
as he picked up his bag, you sneezed. three times in a minutes. you tried to appear completely normal but it would have been hard for him to act like he hadnât heard anything.
âiâm s-sorry.â you apologized. â i'm fine. â
âdonât tell me you deliver in those clothes ? â
"it's okay. it's not about the co..." you sneezed.
âwhat did you say already?â he mocked you softly. âhold on. can you wait just a second?â
âw..."
you couldn't finish your sentence as he already had his back turned to you. you sighed slightly. you couldnât lie about how terribly cold you were. you were shaking, and your cheeks were frozen.
when he returned, he was holding a jacket in his hand.
âI canât accept it, Iâm sorry.â you politely refused.
âIâm not going to let you go without it.â
âItâs embarrassing. and itâs not mine.â
he placed the jacket on your shoulders, ignoring your words. ânow itâs yours. â
â you're too kind. Iâll give it back to you after my shift.â you replied, thanking him.
âIt can wait until tomorrow.â
"Are you sure? I don't want to take advantage of your kindness."
âyouâre better like thatâŠâ he hesitated for a long time before answering. âIt looks good on you, better than it does on me.â
âthen I should keep it.â you joked.
your little moment was interrupted by the vibration of your phone. it was spencer. you smiled, and replied âsorry, I have to go.â
you came home around two in the morning, the night had been long but warmer with your client's jacket on your back. you felt so good in it that when you got home, you kept it on for a few more minutes. the garment carried his scent, it was soft and surprisingly light as a perfume.
the next night he ordered again. you had left home early so as not to be late for work. he ordered at the same time every day, and he was very conscientious about this detail. so he was always your first customer of the day.
you had picked up the food, and walked over to his house in a fuzzy coat and matching boots. you had opted for something warmer, and you were carrying three bags in your hands. Chinese food, coat and apple shortbread with an aromatic touch of cinnamon and spices. you had spent your free time cooking instead of studying in order to thank him for kindly lending you his coat because it had saved you.
you followed the recipe from a culinary influencer that you followed on Instagram. you hoped that would have an effect on him.
you rang the doorbell. and the moment he opened the door, you were about to greet him with your charming delivery girl voice, but the words stuck wildly in your throat. you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to stay calm.
you were by no means shy, but he had literally managed to shove all of your self-confidence down your soul with his half-naked appearance. a hot steam hovered his tonic body and a white towel loosened his sculpted hips.
his chest was hot and wet as if he had just come out of a sauna. you wanted to look away but how were you supposed to ignore the size of his biceps when he rubbed his hair, the shaking movements of his arm making splash some beads of water. how were you supposed to ignore the six-packs exposed under your eyes. this body was just full of sins and you were about to lose your job if you heard your thoughts.
you gulped loudly, before finally being able to speak your mind. â hey ! hereâs your jacket. and i⊠â
his smile was huge and in a way so warm. but mostly, it was his gaze. the way his eyes were fixed on your face, and your opened lips to catch every word of your mouth killed you. you tried to avoid his piercing stare but you couldn't escape it.
â i made you some shortbread. i just hope you like cinnamon and apples. â
â you really made this for me ? â he asked, like he couldn't believe it himself.
â it's my way to show you how thankful i am. â
â seems like you've got a lot for me today. â
â "It's nothing. And you're a loyal customer. It's very nice to order from us every day. My bosses appreciate it."
âmy name is zach.â he replied, holding out his hand to you.
ây/n.â
âI should have known you had a pretty name.â
you smiled before giving him all the bags. he returned a few seconds later with the tip. and your eyes widened at the amount.
â wow... that's nice but i don't think I deserve that much money. "
â you don't want my money ? â he teased you softly, a little smile curving his lips. â what can I offer you that would please you ? â
â you don't need to. just stay safe, okay ? â
â it comes from the girl who makes deliveries on cold winter days without a jacket. â
â i was stupid, it doesn't count. and I was late to my job, I didn't think too much. but now can you see ? i've got a superb coat. â
he stared at you longer than he should. obviously, you were pretty. you were coming back from a long drive in the wind. you still had snowflakes in your hair, the tip of your nose was damp from the cold, your lips were slightly chapped and your breathing was foggy. you also wore an earmuff on your head which made your hair sag.
but you still looked so beautiful to him. his eyes were sparkling under the lights of the hall of his apartment.
â would you mind if i ask you why you are ordering everyday ? i mean yea the food is really great and i'm happy that you're enjoying it truly. but it can't possibly be this awesome ? and deliveries cost some money at the end of the day, so is itâŠjust about the food already ? â
you know it was a risk to ask something like that but you couldn't hold yourself to hide this thought. you kept coming back everyday to his place, it was kinda your right to want to know. and also, he was not forced to answer you. you were anxious and afraid because you didn't want to seem bothered by him. you started to play with your fingers, slowly biting nervously your lower lip.
a little chuckle came from his mouth, before answering your thoughts. â you've got me. â
â you think i'm dumb, zach ? â you lighty joked to relieve the tension.
â oh no. i know you're smarter than me, maâam. â
â it's not true. you're just obvious. â
â but the food is really good. â he defended himself by pulling out of the bag the box of noodles. â want a bite ? â
â i'm working. â you said.
â actually, you're talking to me. â he corrected.
how silly.
â to be honest, i need to go back to work. my bosses will not be happy if i took too much time with a client. â
â then let's see each other without you being the delivery girl and me being the client. â
â i don't think it's professional. â
â think the way you stared at me when i opened the door was professional too ? â
â you know what you were doing. â you mumbled in your throat.
â and you're just mad because it worked. admit it, pretty. â
you rolled your eyes and he laughed. â it's not like you've got the body of an old man. â
â i'm a soccer player so i need to stay in good shape. i'm working out every day. â
â oh i totally suck at this game. â you admitted.
â you just need to learn. â he answered. â because, i promise, it's easy for a sport. â
â i don't know if i can trust you when i look at your footâŠit doesn't look better since i come hereâŠâ
you didn't realize what you had just said until you caught his intense and piercing blue gaze on you. you looked away and he responded.
you had observed him. and you had just exposed it.
âItâs just an accident. It's nothing serious. I just have to be careful for a month but then I can start playing soccer and matches again. "
âyou have to really love it to want to pick it up after an accident.â
âI donât really have a choice.â
you would have loved to finish this conversation and even chat a little more with him but the clock was ticking and you had other clients.
"Okay. We can see each other again as normal people."
you wrote your number on a piece of paper before greeting him. you felt a little sorry for cutting him off in such a serious moment like this but you didn't have time anymore.
you couldn't afford to lose your job. you needed it. you were a student and you didn't really have the choice of working if you wanted to enjoy life, which was quite ironic.
When you got home, you had your phone on. zach sent you a message.
zach mclaren: hey
zach mclaren: your shortbreads were perfect
you: maybe i should start a business :)
(you boost my ego. thank you.)
zach mclaren: you know how to boost my ego too when you stare at me for so long
you: i was just checking that you don't get cold...
zach mclaren: you're not good at lying
zach mclaren: it's a compliment
you: i'm going to sleep.
zach mclaren: are you working tomorrow? i would love to see you
you: you're lucky. it's my day off.
it had already been half an hour since you said you were going to sleep but you continued to text zach. you would probably regret it tomorrow when you were half asleep in class but for now, you were responding to all his texts every second.
after your day of classes, you came home to change. you were meeting zach at the christmas market in a few minutes and you wanted to look presentable. you had arrived early for the meeting for fear of being too late, you hoped not to seem desperate or in too much of a hurry. when you saw his silhouette in the crowd, you smiled.
he was walking towards you, his hands in his pockets, and his lips were twisted into an adorable smile that was only addressed to you.
It was so warm in places like that but it was even better when you had someone by your side. you would think he was your boyfriend but he wasn't. you were still sadly single in winter.
âdid you find something you like? " he asked.
âi was waiting for you.â
â did you wait a long time ? â he was now worried, but you reassured him.
â also last time you said that you didn't have the choice to continue soccerâŠand i was wondering why ? i mean, there are a lot of alternatives. â
â i'm justâŠgood at it ? i always focused on soccer since i'm a kid, and i've got no other skills or passions so i can't really give up. â
â there is no other things that you're good at except that ? i don't believe you. yes, i don't know you but you can't tell me you're only skilled at just shooting your feet in a ball. â
â i really need to show you what soccer is. â he chuckled out loud, looking at you're confused look.
â what do you do when you're at home ? you're just watching TV ? don't you read ? â
â it's boring to read. â
you tried not to wince at his comment but your mouth was pursed slightly. âHave you ever tried to at least read some?â
you chatted while walking through the aisles filled with small traders. there was everything: jewelry, food, scented candles, soaps and body care, clothes and scarves, local products and a lot of other things.
â i want to look at the scarves. maybe, i will find another one to add to my collection. â
he nodded. honestly, all your desires were orders. he couldnât say no to your sparkling eyes.
he followed you to the stand run by a lady behind her counter. she was quick to greet you as if you were her first customers of the day.
you grabbed the white scarf before wrapping it around your neck in front of the mirror. the wool was so soft.
you turned around to ask zachâs opinion but he was already looking at you. all his attention was fixed on you.
âit looks very pretty on you. you should pick that one. â
you didn't need to look in the mirror again because his gaze was terribly convincing.
White was certainly an ordinary color but with the tone of your skin, it was the ideal layering. the glow of your features was what made this scarf look so good, and what made you so attractive. Zach was literally watching you with stars in his eyes, trying so hard to not exposing his feelings but you were just so pretty with that accessory and your smile was literally taking his breath away. â very pretty â he whispered before towering with his height, using his hands to adjust the scarf around your neck.
His touch was so gentle, cold because of the snow that fell from the sky and gave your bones little shivers. You slowly met his gaze as his face was across yours, his fingers still wrapped around the fabric of the accessory.
Your mouth was agape, filled with tiny breathing that was tickling the space between you and him. You felt every snowflakes on your hair, your face getting colder with time.
When he took a step back, you looked away quickly.
â i'm gonna take it then ! â
â you should. â
when you were about to take out your wallet, he had already taken out his card to pay.
âYouâre lucky to have a boyfriend like that. â the lady commented.
â he's nâŠâ for some reason you didnât continue your sentence.
you had just continued on your way to turn towards a food stand.
"you shouldn't have paid. I'll reimburse you..."
âI know but I wanted to do it. â
"ok, then let me buy you something in return. why not a smoothie? athletes like that, right? it's fruity, it has vitamins. it's nutritious. let me find the perfect taste for you. â
zach was lucky that you couldn't read his thoughts because he was gonna explode. hearing you talking about his health like that, turning yourself into a little nutritionist was something irreal for him. you were like a dream.
you were smart, gentle, soft and calm. you didn't need anything more to make him under your spell. just the way you were was enough. he was not the type to be difficult in regards to love, he could fall in love so easily with anyone. but the way you were, all the beauty that came from your brain, your physic, your gesture, your mind.
â think you can do that without knowing every single thing about me ? â
â i know that you play soccer. â
â and ? â
â yea, you're kinda right. we don't know each other. but this is why we are here together in that marketplace. you're gonna talk to me about your life, the things you love, that make you happy and i will just be here, listening to you and realize that you're in fact a sweet boy. â
â only sweet ? i'm sure i'm more than sweet. â
you ordered a smoothie and gave it to him, waiting to know what his thoughts on the state. he catched the straw with his mouth, and started to drink a little of the juice.
â pretty good. â
â i'm glad. there are strawberries, bananas and spinach in it. i know it's the end of the day, but when you start your morning, it's a good and rich combo. â
â do you want to taste it ? â
â can i ? â
â you're lucky. i'm happy to share. â
â oh zach, you're too good. â
â i can ask for another strâŠâ
â it's okay. â
he handed you the juice, and at the moment, you didn't care about the way your lips literally shared around the straw. you were just focused on how good your taste was. it was delicious.
you and zach continued to walk under the snow.
you shouldn't do it but unconsciously you noticed the little attention of the athlete. like the way he held you closer to prevent you from bump into people, the way he delicately readjusted your scarf so it wouldn't fall off, the way he slowed down when he felt like he was walking too fast for you, the way he went where your gaze went, looking at you so often to make sure that you were okay.
he was also a very attentive person. he loved hearing you talk, as he enjoyed listening to you. you were so interesting that he felt terribly boring next to you. you always had something to say, anecdotes, facts, stories. you could convince him to open a book more often with your words.
you had a way of being simply attractive.
when it started to get late, he walked you home. you talked about absolutely everything about cinema, music, sports, activities. you had never had so much fun. and it felt good.
you had even listened to music on the way home. you shared a pair of headphones that connected to your phone while remaining next to each other.
you had arrived at the door of your house, and a long minute had passed.
âthanks for today, zach. I donât think Iâve ever had such a great day in my entire life.â
âthen we should do this again. i mean if you're okay. â
"Would you invite me again? It would be a pleasure. We could go to the cinema, or to.."
âwhatever you want. i just like to be with you honestly. â
you smiled. and his lightened gaze already catched your smile, while you wisely kept your hands in your pockets.
â Oh, I almost forget.â you replied, giving him back the jacket he had lent you earlier. â this is yours. â
âyou can keep it.â
âI canât accept it.â
âAnd I canât get it back either.â
âzach!â
"I'm serious. I'd rather see it on you than on meâŠâ
he moved closer, leaning just above you. you had started to feel chills throughout your body, like squirming in your stomach. the proximity was so close that you were frozen. when you thought he was going to kiss you because he was leaning over your face, staring at you with light in his eyes, he simply blew on the tip of your nose. you shivered before feeling a slight rush of moisture on your face. a snowflake.
for some reason, you were kinda disappointed.
his mouth was so close to yours that you kinda expected it, his features were over yours, his lips were so close that you could feel his warm breathing against yours, and his nose was literally brushing your skin. the way it was so cold outside but every time he stood near you, the temperature rose again. it felt like he was enough to warm you up.
you didn't realize that you closed your eyes because of the sudden magic you felt inside your tummy. it was so strange. when you fixed your gaze on him again, he was two feets away from you and you chuckled softly. â you scared me. â you admitted. â don't do that again. â
â i just protecting you from getting cold again. â
â you're worrying too much about me. don't forget yourself. â
â i can't help it. â
"i-i need to go, okay. thanks you so much for today.â
â text me when you're home. i mean in your room. â
â i'm literally there. â
â i just want to be sure. â
â okay. â
you had been thinking about this day for the past two days. it occupied all your thoughts. you had returned to work, you had become a simple delivery person again.
you made your deliveries and then went home. the routine was the same except for one detail. zach had stopped ordering. now you were friends.
today, you suggested to Zach that you meet at the mall. It was quite cold outside due to the winter wind and snow so it was better to stay warm. you hadn't waited long before seeing him in the middle of the crowd. you were starting to get used to his presence in your life, and it was crazy how much space he could take up so quickly.
âwow, you really came fast.â
âI couldnât keep you waiting. I'm a gentleman. â
âIâm not that special you know.â
âI think you are. â
â I think you should stop saying things that make me want to fall in love with you. â
â Why ? Is it bad ? I'm a good guy. â
â Being too good is suspicious. â
â Fair point. â
â Anyways, does your feets hurt ? I've always ask you for things that make you walk so I feel sorry. â
â Don't worry, it's starting to get better. â in fact, Zach was really surprised that you care about it. you cared about him more than he thought.
â Really ? I'm glad. â
you had followed the athlete to the video game store, a place that was extremely foreign to you but it was perfect. you wanted to know so much more about his world because since you knew him, you had the impression of only talking about yourself, of being the only one to open up.
âI bet youâre lost.â He scoffed, watching you glance around. â You look like a puppy. â
"I'm getting acquainted with your world. Be nice, will you?"
âI should teach you how to play.â
â Oh yeah, teach me how to kick your ass. â
" So this is your only motivation. â he laughed, taking place next to you.
â you know, i already play some games. not your type of game butâŠâ
â which one ? â
â just dance. â you replied proudly. â and i'm pretty good at it so don't even start to mock me. . â
â i believe you. but you know, you need to show me those dance skills one day. â
â don't say it twice. out of subject, why are we here ? you want to buy something ? â
â yea for my little sister. she loves to play video games like me, and it's Christmas soon so I want to buy her a new game. â
â oh so you're a big brother ? that's why you're so good with girls. â
â i thought i already told you. â
â no, because i would remember it. what's her name ? â
â avery. i think you would like her. â
â i would like to meet her. â
you kept talking while seeking a present for his little sister. when you find a game, he buyed it before the two of you walk to the bookstore. it was his time to get lost, and your time to shine.
â so, this is your heaven ? â he asked, still staring at you.
â isn't it the most pretty place in the world ? i would buy everything here if i was rich but unfortunately i'm forced to choose only a few books. â
â you can read online. â Zach suggested.
â i know but this is not the same. i want to feel the paper. and i need to have the book in my room, to add it to my collection. â
â so you want to be an author later or something like that ? â
â oh no, reading is just a hobby. i learn a lot by reading. i can't believe you don't like it, or maybe you just didn't find the perfect book. let me find you one. â
â you really took that seriously. â
â this is why you shouldn't joke with me. so now, you're forced to read. â
The Bluest Eye By Toni Morrison.
â I've read this one when i was younger and it's beautiful. I think it's one of my favorites ever written. â
â I'm sure you've got great tastes. â
one day, the grandmother who was your boss stopped you while you were going on deliveries.
âare you okay?â
âyes. why?â
âyou know that guy you were talking about last time. he doesnât order from us anymore. is he sick?â
" oh so that's it. don't worry. he just got what he wanted. " you replied with a wink.
A month had passed, and his feet were already feeling much better. he was going to return to university, and especially soccer.
zach mclaren : i've finished the book
you : how do you feel ?
zach McLaren : miserable
zach McLaren : but it was worth it
you : i felt the same the first time
you : but congrats, you read a book !
you : i'm feeling proud
zach mclaren : now, it's my turn
zach McLaren : come over
you : i need to study
zach mclaren : this is why you're texting me right now ?
you : i will be there in few minutes
you left your house after a quick shower to spend the rest of the day with him.
before returning to classes, he invited you to his house.
It was crazy knowing this building by heart even though you didn't live there.
he opened the door for you and you couldnât help but joke. â shit, you're dressed this time. â
â and i still make you look. â
â one point for yot. i've got the food. my bosses are generous and wanted to make the food for tonight. â
â i'm starting to be the favorite. â
â in your dreams. â
you entered the apartment.
it was big enough for a student. you wondered how rich he was sometimes. you had started setting the table with all the chinese food, and he had brought the drinks. he had even prepared cakes for dessert.
you decided to watch a movie.
âwhat do you want to watch? â he asked.
â the princess and the frog. i'm in the mood to lurk at Prince Naveen. Isn't he the best prince ? â
â I thought i was. â
â So, i'm your Tiana. â you joked. â You would love me if I turned into a frog, Zach McLaren ? â
â Yea. And you will still be the best and the most beautiful person i've ever known. â
â I can't believe a man like you is single. â
â I can't believe you're single too. You're pretty, you're smart, you're talenâŠâ
â continue and i will think that you're in love with me. â
â does it matter ? â
you looked at him, turning your gaze in his eyes.
maybe it was obvious from the start. all these commands, the way he looked at you, the way he absolutely wanted to spend time with you, the way he was constantly trying to talk to you. it wasn't just friendship, this affection was stronger, more intense. he wanted more than to be your friend.
what was less so for you was when all these attentions began to charm you. when was the moment, he made a house inside your mind and made you think of him so often.
â Zach. â
â You're important to me. I love everything about you. I thought i was good by staying your friend but i want more with you. â
â It's so funnyâŠI was just that delivery girl who came to your place and now, we're just here togetherâŠi mean, i'm just surprisedâŠi'm just surprised because your words make me feel so attractive and important. i Always thought that i would end up alone and you just came into my life, made it brighter and now you're confessing your feelings about how you love me just because i was myself. â
you were too sensitive, and zach took your hand in his, gently stroking your skin with his thumb, before you lost your gaze in the blue fierce of his eyes. â hey, hey. look at meâŠâ
â when you seek love all your life and you suddenly feel loved, it's just so warm. you make everything so much better⊠â
your words were shutted by his mouth, his lips moved into yours crushing them in a passionate kiss, as he pulled you closer with his hand on your cheek. you were exploding, making yourself a way on his lips, letting his free hand slowly down your body to catch your hips. he stroked them softly, his fingers dancing under the fabric of your t-shirt. you were on top of him, controlling the kiss with your tongue, and biting his lower lips with your teeths. you were pleased by the sounds of his moans under your breath. he was deliciously hot, and you shushed him with your fingers against the wet stream of his lips, forcing him to keep his mouth shut.
â maybe, it's better to do it slowly because we are just confessing our feelings to each other. we shouldn't burn any step. it's okay for you ?â
â i think you're right. it's better if we're taking time to make things right. â
â sounds like we're understanding each other well. â
â i really want to take my time with you, and we're not in a hurry. â
â i appreciate you for this. you're my first boyfriend you know and what i mean by that is that i'mâŠvery happy that's you. i don't care that i'm not your first girlfriend because I feel really loved and it's all that matters. â
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One Single Thread of Gold Tied Me to You
Evan "Buck" Buckley x fem!reader
summary: After many failed attempts to set you up with someone, Hen and Karen finally decide to set you up with Buck since you both seem to have so much in common. But when you both decline, you keep seeing him around town which leads you begin to wonder if maybe it's fate that you're meant to be together.
cw: wee bit of hurt/comfort
You sit at the restaurant, waiting for your friends to meet you as you peruse the menu, deciding what youâre going to order. You hear your name being called and turn to see Hen and Karen making their way towards you with bright smiles on their faces. You stand up from your chair and pull them into hugs before they sit across from you, picking up their own menus that are on the table in front of them.Â
The three of you have been doing these lunch dates for almost a year now and itâs something that all of you always look forward to. You work with Karen at the lab and after befriending you, she decided to introduce you to her wife and the rest was history. Youâve become an honorary part of their family and have never taken that for granted, always thanking them for taking you under their wing.Â
âSo whatâs new with you?â Karen asks, her gaze moving up to you from her menu. You donât have to ask to know what sheâs getting at. Youâve been chronically single since youâve known her and she and Hen have been trying to set you up with several people that they know as soon as they found out that you werenât attached.Â
âNothing,â you sigh, setting your menu down on the table. âYou know that. So letâs just get this over with.â
âThis oneâs good, we swear,â Hen assures you and you just roll your eyes.Â
âYou said that last time and he picked his nose right in front of me before he ate what came out.â The two of them grimace at your words and you canât help but do the same as the memory plays in your head.Â
âWell, this oneâs different,â Karen says as she rests her hand on top of yours. How many times is she going to say that before itâs true?Â
âAnd we apologize for you having to see that,â Hen pipes up.Â
âAlright,â you sigh. âLay it on me.â Maybe youâll give them one more chance and if they blow it once again, youâll fire them from their job as your matchmakers.Â
âWe donât know why we havenât thought of him before, but itâs Buck.â Buck. The name sounds familiar, definitely one youâve heard in passing, but for some reason, you canât match a face to it.Â
âBuck?â Youâve never met him and are hesitant to believe either of them considering past events.Â
âYeah, youâve heard us talk about him before. Heâs the one who always has interesting facts.â Thatâs right. He works with Hen and even though youâre both very close to her, somehow, your paths never seem to cross.Â
âRight, so is that the only thing we have in common?â You ask, raising an eyebrow.Â
âNo,â Karen rolls her eyes. âHeâs also not doing great in the relationship department.â
âSo you think that by setting us up, weâll just automatically hit it off? Thatâs not how it works.âÂ
âObviously weâve factored in much more than that, babe. We understand if youâre not interested, but we feel like this could really work.â Karenâs the one to speak this time. Youâre so over the two of them trying to set you up and are just wanting to be alone until you find someone on your own.Â
âFine,â you reply, pointing a finger at Hen, then at Karen. âBut this is your last chance.â
âWell, hopefully this will be the last time weâll need to set you up.â
âFingers crossed this one sticks.â Considering that youâre giving them one last chance, youâre really hoping that itâs going to go well.Â
âBobby is having a party next Saturday to celebrate Buckâs birthday and we figured you could meet him there.â
âOkay,â you nod. âWhat should I get him?â
âWell, we got him a video game heâs really been wanting and itâs part of a series so maybe you could get him the next one?â Hen suggests, but you feel lame getting him something that one of his friends told you to. You want it to be genuine.Â
âIâll think of something,â you respond and just then, a waiter comes to take your order.Â
The rest of lunch is spent talking about Buck and how the two of you are allegedly perfect for each other. That remains to be seen, but youâre still holding out hope. Hoping that he really is a good guy and that even if you donât hit it off romantically, that maybe the two of you can be friends.Â
You donât know why you feel so good about this one, but youâre at least going to try to see what could happen. From what youâve heard, he seems nice and you really want Hen to be right about this one. And considering that she actually knows him well unlike your other dates, youâre believing that this could be the one to stick.Â
âSo, what does he look like?â You ask as the three of you head to your vehicles.Â
âLook up his Instagram, itâs evanbuckley, all lowercase,â Karen replies and youâre quick to pull out your phone and type in the username into the search bar in the app, tapping on the first profile in the list of results. You go through his photos and canât help but notice how attractive he is. Youâre going to have to do a deep dive later.Â
He seems normal enough, but that was what you thought about all the others. You werenât holding your breath, but at the same time, Hen and Karen seemed much more excited about this one. Maybe it was because they actually knew him and he wasnât a friend of a friend of a friend or a distant relative of someone they knew. That actually knew him personally which seemed promising. Could Buck actually be the one?
âYeah, no thanks,â Buck says as sits at the table at the station. He just wants to eat his breakfast in peace and hereâs Hen badgering him about going out with you.Â
Heâs sure that youâre a nice girl and all, but heâs been burned too many times to go down that road again. Buck has also fallen victim to Hen and Karenâs set ups and heâs not doing it anymore. He canât. He just wants his âme timeâ that he thinks he deserves after his most recent breakup. Â
âJust look at this picture, then.â Hen slides her phone across the table and Buck picks it up, staring down at the photo of you. Youâre with Hen and Karen, of course, on Henâs left while Karen is on the right. Youâre all beaming at the camera and Buck canât help but notice how pretty you are.Â
âI also have this one,â she says, swiping to the left to show a selfie of you. Itâs a mirror selfie and Buckâs eyes almost bug out at the tight, black dress youâre wearing. He hates how attracted he already is to you and he hasnât even actually met you yet.Â
âYeah, no thanks,â he shakes his head as he hands the phone back to Hen. He doesnât want another disaster date on his record.Â
But the truth is that he does want to settle down, but heâs scared to actually take the leap. He can thank his abandonment issues for that. Heâs been in therapy for that among other issues and heâs still concerned about people leaving him because itâs happened time and time again.Â
He wants to find someone who will stay, who he can wake up next to every day for the rest of his life, who he can cuddle up with on the couch after a long day at work. As he thinks about your photo, he wonders if you could be that for him. But he really doesnât want to log another date in his journal that his therapist made him keep to jot down his thoughts so he can navigate his feelings.Â
Buck then spends the rest of the shift thinking about you and whether he should tell Hen that he changed his mind. Heâs pondering the âwhat ifsâ about the whole thing, trying to make the best decision for himself. What if youâre the one for him? He doesnât believe in the whole soulmate thing, but now he canât help but think about the fact that you could be the one he will spend forever with.Â
âDid you know that forty-three percent of Americans have gone on a blind date, but only one out of four are actually successful?â he asks Hen as the two of them hop into the engine, Eddie, Ravi, and Chimney following. âSo thatâs only a twenty-five success rate.â
âWhy are you giving us blind stats, Buck?â Chimney asks as he sits across from Buck, buckling his seatbelt while everyone mimics his actions before putting on the headsets.
âI think Hen and Karen are trying to set him up again,â Eddie responds, giving Buck a nudge with his shoulder.Â
âBut itâs different this time,â Hen tells him.Â
âIf I had a nickel,â Buck mutters under his breath as the engine starts up. Heâs not going to go out with you, even though he kind of wants to. If he wants to go on a date, it will be with someone he meets organically, not someone his friend tried to set him up with.
Living in a major city, it wasnât uncommon to see or hear ambulances, fire engines, and police sirens. But it was different seeing them on your street, so close that you could see them down in the cul-de-sac from your bedroom window. It seemed like the fire department was just putting out a small fire. No one was injured from what you could tell. You were mostly seeing when they were going to move since they were blocking your car, but really, you wanted to get a better look at the cute firefighters, your eyes drawn to the one who was using the hose, the name âBuckleyâ on the back of it.Â
Was that-no way. It couldnât be. But then you see someone who looks scarily like Hen and you decide that it has to be Buck. What are the odds that out of all of the stations in the city that itâs his that would respond to a call on your street? Hen would tell you that itâs fate, but you just think itâs a coincidence.Â
There are only so many stations in the Los Angeles area so you donât think itâs that weird for him to be there. Thatâs what youâre telling yourself anyway, because you canât help but feel Henâs words in the back of your head.Â
âSee? Itâs totally fate, because out of all the stations that responded to the call in your cul-de-sac, it just happened to be ours.â
You think it's all just a coincidence. That is, until you see Buck again a few days later. Heâs getting out of his jeep and heading into the coffee shop you were just in. Youâre heading to your own jeep and you see that he doesn't have any rubber ducks on the dashboard like yours does. Itâs littered with them and you even keep a bag of them in your glove box for moments just like this.Â
Reaching for the glove box, you pull out the bag and go through it, looking for the perfect one to leave on his jeep after getting in the driver's seat. You smile to yourself once you come across the little firefighter and decide that itâs perfect. You pull a napkin and a pen from your middle console and scribble down a note along with your name and number before hurrying over to Buckâs jeep before he can catch you.Â
You drape the napkin over the handle of the door to the driverâs seat then put the duck on top of it before hurrying back to your vehicle just as Buck comes out of the coffee shop, sipping on the beverage that heâs purchased.Â
Buck goes to open the door to his jeep, but notices that thereâs something in his way. With his free hand, he picks up the little duck thatâs dressed as a firefighter and as confused as he is as to why itâs there, he canât help but let out a little chuckle as he thinks about how cute the little thing is.
He sets the duck on the roof and then he picks up the napkin, noticing that thereâs a phone number and another note underneath it.Â
I noticed your jeep didnât have any ducks so I thought Iâd give you a little buddy to keep you company. But if youâd like some company given to you by a human, donât hesitate to call!
Underneath the number is your name and something in parentheses.Â
y/n (Hen and Karenâs friend that theyâve been trying to set you up with)Â
Thatâs why your name looks so familiar! He should know what it is since heâs been stalking your Instagram for days. He had even gone as far as going to DM you, but he backed out at the last second because he didnât want to weird you out. But considering now he has your number, he guesses that it actually would have been okay to contact you.
Buck gets into his jeep and pulls out his phone, typing out your phone number to save it. Once itâs in his contacts, he finds himself hovering his thumb over the âcallâ button but ends up backing out at the last second, setting his phone in his cup holder before deciding to head home. Maybe heâd finally get the guts to call you to finally hear your voice, but todayâs not the day.Â
Once Buckâs jeep is gone, you decide to head home yourself, calling up Karen as you do because now youâre nervous that youâve made a mistake. Sheâs always the person you go to when you feel you need help to calm down and her words always seem to do the trick. Your heart races in your chest as the phone rings and you start to panic when she picks up.Â
âThereâs my girl,â she greets and you can just picture the bright smile on her face.Â
âHey,â you reply, still trying to find the words to say to explain the situation to her. You know itâs silly to call her about something so trivial, but you feel like you need to talk to someone about it.Â
âSo, whatâs going on?âÂ
You hate that Karen can always read you like a book, that she always seems to know when somethingâs up. And sheâs always there for you whether itâs a shoulder to cry on or just a piece of advice. She just wants to help you in any way that she can since she knows you donât really have a lot of people in your life that you can rely on.Â
âNothing,â you reply too quickly, sounding rushed. âMaybe itâs something. I donât know,â you lean your head on the steering wheel, trying to convince yourself that you havenât done something completely weird.Â
âTell me what it is, babe. Canât help you if you donât.â
Itâs the reason you called her, isnât it? The reason you wanted to talk to her, for help. To make sure that you hadnât done something stupid to turn Buck off. You just want the confirmation and are sure that Karen will give it to you. She always does.Â
 You let out a long sigh and then tell her everything from seeing him and the rest of the 118 putting out the fire in your neighborhood and now giving him the firefighter rubber duck with the napkin that had your number on it. What you donât tell her is how long you spent stalking his Instagram page last night before going to bed and even went as far as typing out a DM to him before quickly backspacing everything before you could actually send it. Yeah, best to not tell her about that one.Â
âI donât see why youâre so worked up about this,â she replies. âJust because he didnât immediately text or call you doesnât mean he was turned off by it. Give the man a chance to respond, y/n. Itâs been, what, twenty minutes? If he doesnât respond by the end of the week then you can start freaking out.â
âFine,â you respond as you pull into your driveway, feeling a bit better but not much. âFine, I will wait for him to respond.â
âGood,â she nods. âI promise he wonât think itâs weird.â
That makes you feel better, but not much. If it were possible, youâd go back in time and take it all back. You donât know why you feel so weird about it. Youâve left countless ducks on peopleâs jeeps so you donât know why this one is any different. Maybe itâs because you gave him your number and you donât really do that anymore.Â
âAlright, I believe you.â
âGood,â she repeats. âHey, did you get that address I sent you? The one for the party?â
âI got it,â you confirm. âSaturday at two. Iâll be there.âÂ
Sheâs been reminding you about the party for days so thereâs no way you can actually forget when or where it is. You actually really hope that Buck is into you. Not only for your sake (because being rejected now after all youâve gone through just makes you want the ground to swallow you whole.) but also for Hen and Karen because of all the work theyâve clearly put in to set the two of you up. You havenât heard anything on Buckâs end, but you really hope heâs looking forward to meeting you.
You stare at the gift you had bought for him thatâs sitting in the passenger seat and canât help but smile to yourself at how well you did.You had been stressing all week about finding the perfect gift for him and then eventually found something while scouring the internet. Itâs a book with a bunch of fun facts about Los Angeles and California as a whole and you had actually spent the whole night before looking through it, wondering why you hadnât gotten one for yourself. Maybe if you ask nicely, heâll let you borrow it.
âI love to hear it,â she responds. âHey, babe, Iâve gotta go. Itâs dinner time and Hen just got home. But please, text me if you need anything alright? I love you.â
âI love you too,â you reply, then hang up before heading inside.Â
The week goes by in a flash and as the days pass, Buck still hasnât contacted you. You donât know why youâre so disappointed by it. Itâs not like he owes you anything. But now youâre about to show up to his birthday party feeling nothing but awkward, wondering how you can suddenly make time travel possible so you can take it all back.Â
But the reason why Buck hasnât texted you back isnât what you think. The truth is, he got nervous. Heâs been overthinking what heâs wanted to say to you for weeks, opening and closing his messaging app over and over, typing out a long winded message then backspacing it all because he doesnât like the way it sounds. And maybe he should just be honest and tell you that heâs nervous, but now he feels like itâs too late. Like heâs absolutely blown it.Â
Heâs staring down at his phone even now, another message typed out to you even though heâs going to see you in person any second now. He still feels like he owes you an apology or at the very least an explanation, because he doesnât want you to think heâs not interested. Because, fuck, is he interested.Â
âStill trying to figure out what youâre going to say to your future wife? Man, youâre going to see her in like ten minutes,â Eddie claps Buck on the back, trying his best to hold in a laugh. Heâs never seen Buck so into anyone before and he really hopes this one sticks because with how much he seems to like you, the rejection is going to hurt like hell.
âSheâs not my future wife,â Buck rolls his eyes as he pockets his phone, turning to face his best friend.Â
âYou have been hung up on her for weeks. Itâs always y/n this and y/n that. And you keep overthinking your text to her. Youâve never been so into someone like this before so thatâs gotta mean something, right?â He asks and Buck mulls that over as the door opens, Hen and Karen entering his apartment, but heâs not even paying attention to anyone once you come in. Itâs like everything around you blurs and youâre all he can see.Â
Youâre wearing a green dress that compliments your skin tone beautifully, and Buck thinks you might as well have wings since you look like nothing but an angel. Heâs so drawn to you, watching your every move as you take in his apartment.Â
His apartment is really nice and you donât know youâre imagining what it would look like with all your stuff in it. He doesnât like you, you have to remind yourself. He made that very clear when he didnât contact you. You try to wipe that thought out of your head as you look around and once you make eye contact with him, you canât help but smile, making a beeline for him.Â
âHappy birthday,â you say as you hold your arms out for a hug as if youâre old friends. Buck is quick to return your hug, wrapping his arms around your waist while yours are around his shoulders. Youâre squeezing each other tight and you bury your faces into each otherâs necks as if you havenât seen each other in a long time. It was to the point where everyone, including yourselves, forgot that this was the first time you were actually meeting.
You pull back to look at him and itâs as if all of your anger towards him melts when you look into his eyes. With the way he looks at you, thereâs no way he doesnât feel the same about you. He has to.Â
And just when youâre about to pull away to give him his gift, he pulls you back gently, his grip on you so loose that you can leave if you want to. Buck wants to apologize. He needs to because he canât move on with the party until he does, the guilt churning in his stomach making him feel queasy.Â
âIâm sorry,â he says, and you know exactly what heâs apologizing for. He doesnât need to say it. You can tell how sincere he is from the look on his face and itâs obvious to you how guilty he feels. He just wants you to know just how bad he feels for not responding to your very nice gesture.Â
âI didnât mean to ignore you. I just really wanted to impress you and I over thought my response. I guess I could have just told you how nervous you make me feel, but I didnât want to sound overeager. But I really did like the duck. I know youâre supposed to put it on your dash, but I put it on my keys.Â
Buck lets go of you and hurries to the hook where he keeps his keys and he turns to hold them out to you. Sure enough, thereâs the little duck amongst the keys and other keychains. Youâre so overwhelmed by the sweet gesture that you do the only thing you can think of to thank him for it.Â
Before you can stop yourself, youâre grabbing hold of him and pressing your lips to his. He lets out a gasp at the sudden movement, but he eventually melts into you, the two of you so wrapped up in each other that you have completely forgotten that there are other people in the room.Â
Buck smiles into the kiss and you mimic him, not being able to stop yourself from laughing into his mouth because of how happy you are. And when you pull away, you see that everyone is looking at the two of you with nothing but smiles on their faces.Â
They have been waiting for this for quite a while and as you look around the room at all the party guests, you donât miss Hen and Karen high fiving each other as a result of a job well done. They think this setup will work so much better than their other ones. And when you look back at Buck whoâs staring at you like youâve hung the moon, youâre beginning to think that maybe it will.
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