#when we were installing my air conditioner i was the one swearing and going 'FUCKING hell oh my GOD'

[katierosefun]

Hello :))) So, i was today years old when i learned you had a girlfriend (if i’m not mistaken) and somehow it means a lot to me as you’re one of my comfort blog and that i’ve been struggling with my own sexuality for a while. (I hope it does not come off as weird this is really not my intention 😭) So i was wondering if you would mind sharing how you two met as i love hearing about queer love stories coming from real people and not only in fiction (somehow i need to be reminded that yes, it can happen in real life too for me??) If and only if you’re comfortable doing so of course!!!

aww hi anon! first of all, thank you so much for the kind words--i'm so glad to hear that my blog is a source of comfort for you. and also, re: your sexuality--i'm sending you so much love! i know how scary and how overwhelming it can be to still be figuring out your sexuality and navigating your own queerness, so please remember to have some compassion for yourself, and please know that you're not alone.

as for my girlfriend: yes! i do in fact have one, and we've been together for a little over a year and a half now. we'll be going on two years pretty soon, which is all very exciting!

as for how we met: it's all a pretty funny story, because we actually met while we were both in college. and also right during that first covid summer too. we started off as long-distance friends, bonding our love for star wars and writing.

anyways, i totally had a crush on her, although i was trying to play it off most of the time. the fact that we lived in separate cities was another factor too, of course.

fast forward to a few years later, when we've both graduated college. i've just started my first year of law school; she's working at this point. we're still texting and calling each other a bit, and then i tell her, oh yeah, i'm going out on a date with this guy.

and just like something from a kdrama or a movie or something, this ridiculous, lovely woman texts me as i'm boarding the bus for my date. her text? hey, i dreamed about you last night! we were sitting on a park bench together and we were holding hands :)

and of course, at this point, i still have a disastrous crush on her (hence why i spent a lot of time dating all these random guys in my junior and senior year of college, because i was like i gotta just get over this), but anon, that text message was the other shoe dropping on my brain. i decided right then and there that enough is enough, i'm gonna call her tomorrow and tell her i like her, so she can't just say stuff like that anymore because i don't think i can take it anymore.

so we arrange to have a phone call the next day, and we chat, and of course, true to form, i have to have some liquid courage on me (peach soju, btw . . . but turns out, if you're jittery enough, you don't even feel the alcohol, because i still remember every detail). anyways, at some point, we're chatting, and then i blurt out, "i like you."

and she goes, "i like you too."

and i went, "no, i mean i like you more than a friend. as in i like you."

and she goes, "uh, yeah. i like you to do. the feeling's mutual."

and of course, i didn't know what to say to that. like, i swear i was just like "??? what?" because the thing is, i had this whole speech planned out in my head--something like i like you, and you don't like me like that, so i'm sorry that this is awkward, and i can just take care of my own feelings, but i just really needed to say that so that we're both on the same page--

so to say i was pretty stunned would be an understatement! so cue a lot of laughter and flustering, and fast forward to today, with her living with me for the summer (because of course, she'll need to go back to work and i'll have to go back to school once august hits), and we talk about how many pets we're going to have one day (she has this hobby of sending me videos of increasingly exotic animals and going "??? so can we have this as a pet? :)"), and we've talked about what our wedding is going to be like (as well as what our wedding will not be like) . . .

this is just a whole lot of details, but as you might be the first one to ask me about this lovely person on this webbed site, of course i'm going to ramble and gush--but anon, to give you some hope here, queer love is a beautiful thing and it certainly happens.

personally, i would love to go back in time and find my sad high school self and go "hey, hang in there, because you're gonna be lucky enough to finally fall in love with someone who's kind and warm and patient and loving, and she's going to encourage you to be a better person, and she's going to make friends with literally every single stranger on the street (much to your partial exasperation and partial wonder), and she's going to be really bad at staying hydrated, and she's going to take so many photographs of everything, and she's going to make friendship bracelets on your bed, and she's going to almost fight the secretary at a dentist's office for you (while you tug at her sleeve and go come on, i'm fine, let's just go), and she's going to recite and write poetry that you keep both on your walls and also in your head, and her grandma is going to show you the dorkiest photos she has of this silly, lovely, beautiful person who you love."

so: all that to say, anon, i hope that gave you some hope! it's such a long journey for some of us, but i promise that queer love is out there and healthily alive, and yeah, sometimes they're just as good (or even better) than those that you find in fiction :)

[kamilah-the-bloodqueen]

The Cafe Pt.I (Rewritten Barista)

As promised, I’m working through finishing my unfinished series - and that includes the Barista AU I had written long ago. I decided it was best to rewrite it considering the first part was originally published 200+ days ago. I’m aiming for 3 parts for this “one-shot AU” but we’ll see where it goes. Please be patient with me - my academic course load is extremely heavy and finding time to write is difficult but I will finish everything I said I would. I’m actually pretty proud of this but if it flops I never wrote it :) 

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy)

Word Count: 4505 words I’m shocked (I usually get to about 1600-2000 words) 

Taglist: I’m not tagging anyone until I know people want to be tagged for this because I’m nervous and I hate being annoying!!!! If you want to be tagged for a specific pairing please let me know - I’ll try to keep track and remember to actually tag because I’m a forgetful dumbass!

Amy groggily rolled over in her bed, the amount of sleep she was getting had become oddly suspicious because she would never be able to get up before 7 on her own. She rubbed her face gently, her sheets warm and smooth against her skin. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, her eyes widening in shock as she read the time on the screen.  

Monday March 30 5:40 am

“Fucking hell I thought I set an alarm!” Amy groaned as she threw the sheets to the side, huffing as she opened the clock app to see, she in fact, did not set an alarm. She sighed, shaking her head as she rushed to the bathroom. 

“Damn it Amy...you need this job…” 

She texted Zig, a mutual friend of Emily Day who introduced them their freshman year of college at Hartfeld before Amy had transferred to Belviore University in New York. Zig graduated and moved to New York and opened a small cafe, only a few years later. 

Zig, I’m going to be late. I missed my alarm this morning. I swear I’ll stay for closing and I won’t be late tomorrow. 

LMAO, Amy if you didn’t set an alarm just say that, I had a feeling this would happen so I told you we opened an hour before we actually do. We don’t open until 7 on Mondays, just Tuesdays-Fridays. 

I am literally going to murder you 0_0. You should prepare to be launched into outer space for this crime. 

Lol I look forward to it - see you at 7. 

Amy turned on the shower, as she grabbed a towel and her shower products from the cabinet, placing them beside the shower door. She discarded her clothes, put her shower playlist on, hopped into the shower and felt a wave of relief that she didn’t blow her first day. After Amy had performed her world tour, she stepped out of the shower with a shiver, the cool air a contrast to her very hot skin. She wrapped herself in the fuzzy towel, briefly glancing at the time, 6:02. She walked out of the bathroom, dropping the towel onto the floor as she opened her closet while she scanned her options for a ��casual” outfit that would suffice. She put on her favorite bra and underwear, something about the red lingerie made her feel confident, before she slipped into a pair of dark blue denim skinny jeans. She paired the pants with a black t-shirt as she smiled at herself in the mirror. 

“Not bad Amy, not bad at all.” 

She walked over to her small vanity, one she had built with her father as a teenager over the summer before she left for college. It was one of her most prized possessions, one of the only things she had to remind her of him before he disappeared without a trace. She closed her eyes, recalling the memory fondly before she began to apply a small amount of makeup, just enough to hide her tiredness from the public. She stood from the desk, pleased with her appearance as she made her way to the small apartment kitchen. The empty beer bottles and ps4 controllers cluttered the kitchen as Amy smiled, having remembered celebrating the job with her suitemate Lily. She threw the bottles away and plugged the remotes in for a charge, Lily would thank her for that later. She opened the freezer, making herself two premade waffles as she checked her social media. It might have partially been the exhaustion but those waffles were the best Amy ever had, she wiped her mouth clean and grabbed her bag from the nearby chair. She shot a brief text to Lily, to let her know she hadn’t been kidnapped.

Morning Lily! I went to the cafe for work, just so you don’t end up thinking I got myself kidnapped. Love you, see you tonight! Try not to drink all of the alcohol. 

Amy followed Zig’s text directions through the streets of the city, the bustle of traffic, the mass of pedestrians and the loud construction noises distracting Amy from her path. Amy had never really been in New York’s financial district before, the other civilians' appearances shifting from “Naked Cowboy of Times Square” to “Businessman” only a few streets apart. She glanced at her phone as it instructed her to take a right.

“Oof-” 

Amy jolted at the scalding hot coffee that was hot on her skin, her head turning to meet a woman’s irritated gaze, taking note of the coffee cup that was in her hands. She was dressed like all the other businessmen and women who passed by - her maroon suit now covered in coffee as she huffed in annoyance. Amy met her deep brown eyes that burned right through her, her whole body freezing up as she watched the woman’s lips move. Amy stood in a daze, only coming back to herself when the woman waved her hand in front of her, her face filled with exasperation. 

“I’m so sorry. It’s my first day and I’m kind of lost-”

“Watch where you’re going, this suit is probably worth more than you.” Her voice was silky and satisfying, and oddly soothing given the fact she had probably just stained a $2,000 suit. Amy rushed to open her wallet, holding out a wet 50$ to the woman. The business woman scoffed as she walked away, leaving Amy in a confused state outside of the cafe. 

“Fuck.” Amy sighed, moving to collect her bag as she walked through the cafe door, Zig raised his eyebrows at her as she made her way behind the counter. 

“Well that’s a look.” He jested, Amy turning her head and giving him a death glare as he tossed an apron to her. “Nobody will notice, you can cover it with this. There’s paper towels in the back.” Amy dropped her bag in the break room, gently wiping the coffee away and putting the surprisingly fashionable apron on. When she walked out from the back her jaw dropped as she spotted the woman from earlier standing on the other side of the counter. Their eyes met and the woman’s gaze quickly changed from annoyed to very annoyed at the sight of Amy. 

“Kamilah, you’re back. Wanted to pick up some date-nut pinwheels?” 

“No, I need another black coffee.” She turned back to Zig with a smile, he gave a small nod as Amy began to brew the coffee for her. She placed the lid carefully onto the fresh cup and handed it out to the woman, their fingers brushing for a moment, a blush creeping onto Amy’s cheeks. 

“Thank you.” Her tone was less aggressive than it had been in their first encounter, Amy finally calm enough to take note of the woman’s features. Her brown silky hair that looked like it belonged in a conditioner commercial, her defined jawline and subtle eyeshadow that accentuated her eyes. She watched the way her lips moved as she talked to Zig, Amy feeling her heart jump at the sound of her laugh - light and golden. Amy watched her leave, every step she took she took with such confidence that Amy found herself wanting to follow her out the door. 

“You could be less obvious, you know?” Zig playfully nudged Amy, nearly knocking her over as she shook her head in denial.

“No! I wasn’t!” Amy sighed as she rubbed her temples, Zig’s infectious laugh filling the empty cafe. Amy playfully punched his shoulder as a group of well dressed men stepped through the threshold, Amy moving behind the register to take their orders. The day passed, Amy learning how oddly specific some people like their coffee, and learning all of Zig’s secrets to the perfect iced coffee. Amy looked at the clock as Zig walked to lock the front door - finally closing time. 

“Some of these orders...like ‘I’ll have the grande iced mocha no foam soy hexagon vortex hypotenuse’” Amy waved her hands around as Zig tried to contain a laugh, wiping down the counter as Amy hung her apron up.

“Amy you’re horrible.” Zig made a good attempt at seriousness, their eyes meeting before they continued to laugh which made closing pass by much faster. Zig grabbed the mass of leftover desserts from their respective containers, hovering them over the garbage before Amy stopped him.

“Oh, did you want these?” 

“No, but I can find a better place for them than the trash.” 

“Where? Your stomach?”

“No, the food bank is on the route back to my apartment. We shouldn’t be wasteful, and besides - who wouldn’t love a raspberry crown?” 

“You’ve got a point. I’ll bag these for you then, if you could sweep the floor and put the chairs on the tables that’d be great.” 

When all the cleaning and closing procedures were done Amy headed for the door with her bag in hand, Zig gently tapping her shoulder and holding out an envelope, a key to the cafe and the bag of desserts.

“Okay so I know what’s in here but what is this? A resignation letter?” Amy pouted her bottom lip as Zig rolled his eyes so far back Amy wasn’t sure if they’d come back.

“It’s your share of the tips from today, and the wrapped pastries. Thanks for that suggestion by the way, I can’t believe I didn’t think of that myself.” Zig rubbed the back of his neck as he looked around the pristine cafe, the windows reflecting the moonlight and the tile shimmering as if it were just installed. “Bloody hell, the place looks good...no great. Thank you Amy. Come on let's get outta here, go home - I’ll see you tomorrow at 6. Actually, let me make sure you set 3 different alarms, give me your phone.” Zig held out his hand after he locked the front door, Amy reluctantly handing her iphone over as he set 3 different alarms, all 5 minutes apart. He looked up at her for a moment, smirking before handing her phone back to her and walking off into the city. Amy rolled her eyes, he probably took a selfie on her camera but when she went to check, there was nothing but memes and occasional group photos -what did Zig smirk at then? Amy was too tired to think of it, she made a swift beeline to the food bank, opening the doors and dropping the brown bag of desserts off before making her trip back to the apartment. 

The door opened with a creak, all of the lights turned off as Amy carefully navigated to her room. She switched her lamp on, letting it provide a dim light that didn’t blind Amy because of its intensity. She tossed her bag onto the bed, as she pulled her shirt over her head in one rapid motion. She desperately stripped, throwing her dirty clothes into the laundry basket as she changed into clean lingerie. She slipped into her favorite pair of pajama shorts and pulling her favorite hoodie over her bra - shirts were overrated anyways. Amy crawled onto her bed, crossing her legs while she put her headphones on, pulling up her favorite late-night playlist and letting the slowed music soothe her. She caught a glance at the envelope Zig had given her, she reached over for it and opened it carefully - baffled at the amount of cash laying inside. She slowly laid each bill out, counting the total twice to make sure she hadn’t miscalculated. Working at a cafe in New York’s financial district was definitely going to help her and Lily catch up on their rent and not get evicted. She smiled, tucking away 25% for herself, taking enough for her share of the rent and putting the rest into her locked safe - she’d been saving for a trip to Hawaii since she graduated. She stifled a yawn, closing the safe and tucking herself back into her warm sheets, taking her headphones off and closing her eyes for the night. 

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The alarm woke Amy up with it’s loud and very obnoxious beeping, Amy wanting nothing more than to throw the phone into the thermosphere. She drowsily stood from her bed, gently tucking the sheets neatly back into place as she turned off the following alarms. She sighed, rubbing her head as she changed into a simple outfit and left out the door to the cafe.

Amy arrived at the cafe, unlocked the front door and turned the lights on, relocking the door behind her because she didn’t need anyone startling her. She moved behind the counter, dropping her bag in the lounge and putting an apron on. She checked the coffee filters, gave the blenders a good washing, set out creamer, sugar and other coffee essentials on the counter and filled supplies back up. Zig suddenly walked through the door, a smile on his face as Amy finished supplying the countertop and putting the pastries out on display, letting Zig prepare himself for opening. 

“You’re early. I’m shocked. College Amy is having a stroke right now.” Amy knocked him in the side, Zig falling back a few steps as he shook his head and put his hands in the air in surrender. “Alright alright no need for violence, come on, let’s open.” Zig turned the “open” sign on and only a minute later did Kamilah appear in the cafe, her suit perfectly fitted, her hair smoothly cascading around her head and down her shoulders and her face relaxed and composed. 

“Good morning Kamilah, what can I get for you?” Zig gestured to the display of desserts and the variety of coffee combinations on the menu above their heads. Kamilah smiling as Zig waved his hands back and forth, Kamilah letting out a soft chuckle. 

“Just a large black coffee and maybe a date-nut pinwheel.” Kamilah spoke to Zig in almost a tender way, as if they were siblings or long-term friends. Amy selected a pinwheel, gently placing it into a small bag and sliding it over the counter towards Kamilah as she began to brew the coffee. 

“How’s Ahmanet Financial?” Zig leaned over the counter, his defined arms nearly breaking through the sleeves of his white shirt. Kamilah tucked the pinwheel bag into a hidden pocket on the inside of her blazer before she turned back to face Zig.

“It’s very successful, our stocks are soaring and we just secured a new business partner.” Kamilah looked proud and for good reason - Ahmanet financial was one of the most powerful corporations out there. Amy topped her coffee off with a lid and handed it to her, their eyes meeting for a moment before Amy turned away, feeling her cheeks turning hot. Kamilah checked her watch, a movado 47 rose gold watch that cost way more than anything Amy had ever come close to owning. “Zig I’d love to chat some other day but I’m afraid I’ll be late if I don’t leave now.”

She quickly made her way out the door, the bell ringing softly as Kamilah strided away. Amy leaned over the counter with a sigh, Zig nudging her softly. 

“You could be less obvious Amy,” his annoying face smirking at Amy as she rolled her eyes, “you used to be so slick back in college.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Amy threw an empty coffee cup at him as a blonde girl walked into the cafe, her eyes glued to her phone as she recited her order at a rate that nobody could understand. Amy sighed, Zig giving her a pained glance as she went to mix the complicated coffee order. Amy fought back a laugh as Zig found a way to run away to the back when the girl asked for his phone number. Once Amy finished mixing her coffee and sent her out the cafe doors Zig poked his head out of the lounge - his eyes scanning for her.

“Is she gone?” Amy snorted as Zig stepped out from the doorway, his hands running through his hair as he let his shoulders relax. “My god I hate teenagers - they turn eighteen and all of a sudden think they can fuck anyone. I’m like 5 years older than her at least!” 

“Relax buddy, let’s just get through the rest of the day. I’ll handle all the teenage brats and you can handle all the nasty men.” Amy gave him a cheeky grin as they teamwork-ed their way through the rest of the day.

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“Finally.” Amy rested the broom on the wall, taking in the pristine cafe as Zig finished wiping down the counters. “What a day.” 

“Thank god it’s over.” 

“Zig?”

“Yeah?”

“Does Kamilah always come by the cafe right when we open?”

Zig perked his head up, his brows raised to the top of his head as Amy felt a blush creep up her cheeks, her hands growing sweaty as Zig remained silent. 

“She always comes as soon as we open, she has to be at work early since she is the CEO. Although she never rests, despite everything I’ve told her.” Zig’s head shot to his phone as it buzzed, a text from Emily appearing on the screen and Zig hastily typed away.

“Everything okay Zig?” Amy had a worried expression on her face as Zig let out a long sigh. 

“There’s a road trip for Kaitlyn’s band that leaves in two days that lasts for a week that our group is going on and I can’t go because I need to run the cafe-”

“I can handle it for a week.” Amy spoke firmly, Zig’s eyes widening before he let out a chuckle.

“What if you burn it down?”

“I won’t but then I guess you just have to trust me. Come on Zig - you need a break and you damn well know it. Get out of here for a week.”

“I hate that you’re right. Fine, but if the cafe isn’t standing when I get back, you’re toast.” They both laughed and finished up closing. 

Amy walked towards the food bank, a brisk breeze prompting her to make it one speedy trip so she could bask in her heated apartment. A shriek came from the alley as Amy turned her gaze to see where the yell had come from, a red pair of eyes looking right at her in the darkness. She felt her heart beating out of her chest as she forced her feet to a run, her heart pounding like a drum and ringing in her ears as she huffed through the front doors of the bank - placing the bag on the counter and racing back to her apartment without turning back. 

“Hey girl how was-” Lily sat on the couch with a coke in her hand and the television remote in the other, her smile fading as she met Amy’s eyes. “Amy, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost…”

“I think I’m just hallucinating from exhaustion,” Amy dropped her bag on the floor and took a seat on the couch beside Lily, “anyways tell me about you. We haven’t really had time since we both started working more.”

“Well you should sleep soon but I think we’ll be able to hold the rent for the next few months - with all the money you’re bringing in now in addition to the money my app has started to bring in - I think we’ll be more than fine.” Lily nudged her shoulder, offering Amy a can of coke with a smile as The Vampire Diaries played on the TV. 

“Vampires are so overrated.” Amy groaned as she watched Lily’s eyes become glued to the screen.

“Some of us have taste you know.”

“No, it’s because they’re not real Lily, and the fact that no vampire would ever be attracted to me.” 

Lily rolled her eyes as Amy sipped on her coke, both of them laughing late into the night and being good friends in what had felt like a long time. 

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Amy unlocked the cafe doors and shuffled inside, locking the door behind her and leaving her bag on the counter. She hit the light switch as the lights slowly came flickering on as she tied the apron around the back of her neck. She quickly started and finished the morning set-up, the routine becoming second nature since Amy had always been a fast learner. She checked her phone, 6:49 am April 1, 2020. 

“April fools day.” Amy smiled as she contemplated setting up a whipped cream prank on Zig, but decided not to against her deepest desire to see his shocked face. While thinking of ways to mess with Zig through the day, her mind came to test a theory - she began preparing two black coffees - before adding her own twists to one of them. Amy finished and admired her handiwork - the cups looked identical and Kamilah wouldn’t notice until she tasted it. 

Kamilah walked in, her eyes scanning the cafe for Zig as she took a cautious step towards Amy who had a cute little grin on her face.

“Good morning Kamilah, here’s your coffee.” Amy handed her a black coffee, the one she had adjusted ever so slightly. She watched as Kamilah brought the cup to her lips, almost taking a sip, before she lowered the cup and leaned her face closer to Amy. 

“What did you do to it? It smells different, and where’s Zig?” Kamilah arched a brow as Amy silently wondered how Kamilah could smell the difference.

“I took a twist with it, I made you your regular too in case you hate it...I just thought you should broaden your horizons…and Zig is coming. He just needs to pack, he’ll be gone after today for a week and I’ll be running the cafe.” Amy smiled softly at the woman who was now leaning dangerously close. 

“I see. And if I hate it?”

“Then I’ll pay for both and I’ll never try to broaden your horizons again…” Amy frowned slightly as Kamilah finally sipped on the drink - her brown eyes widening as she took another, and another.

“It’s...actually pretty good...what did you do to it?” Kamilah took another sip as Amy bounced on her heels, a wide childish grin written across her face. 

“I added a bit of cream and sugar and a bit of caramel! It’s how I like mine!” Amy took her hands behind her back and fiddled with them nervously as Kamilah smiled. Zig walked in just as the clock read 8:05 am and Kamilah left, turning at the door to smile at Amy one last time, lifting the cup up with a smile before entering her car. 

“What’s that smile about Amy?” Zig wagged his fingers at Amy with a classic smirk as he prepared for the shift, Amy resting her head on both of her hands while she leaned over the counter - her legs kicking out behind her. 

“Nothing.” Amy sighed and went back to brewing coffee, her hands aimlessly performing while her mind sat on nothing but the thought of Kamilah - and her damned perfect smile. 

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Amy tossed her shoes off as she made her way through the apartment door, one shoe nearly knocking Lily’s head off as she pulled freshly fried chicken from the air fryer. 

“Lily that smells AMAZING!” Amy squealed and made her way over to her, Lily slapping her hand away as she finished the two plates of waffles off with a chicken breast and syrup. “I swear I’ve got the best best friend…” Lily smiled as they both dug into the food, chatting away about their day until Amy let it slip out.

“And there’s this really hot customer-”

“Oh! Spill!” Lily wiggled in her seat like a child, eagerly waiting for Amy to elaborate as Amy stuffed her face with the rest of her waffles. “I’ll wait for you to finish.” Lily smirked and held Amy in an uncomfortable eye contact until Amy finally caved in. 

“She comes in at opening time every single day, and always orders a black coffee. Although I got her to try something new today which I’m really proud of.” The subtle smile that crept up Amy’s face gave it all away to Lily as she let her ramble on, whilst she gave Amy the smirk she hated. “I’m simping aren’t I?”

“There’s nothing wrong with simping. But you have a chance here because Zig won’t be there so you can actually like...take your shot without him ever having to know,” Lily winked and whispered, “and you could totally fuck her in the back-”

“NOPE!” Amy stood up frantically, Lily holding her sides for support and nearly falling out of her chair as Amy rushed to clear her plate. “I hate you! Ohmygoddddddd.” Amy groaned as Lily fell to the floor, her eyes wet with tears at Amy’s reaction more than anything else.

“I’m going to bed!!” 

“Goodnight! Love you Ames!!!”

“Love you too….annoying ass!” 

Amy snorted as she changed into her sleepwear, her body becoming exhausted as she hit the mattress, falling asleep ridiculously fast. 

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Kamilah came through the door, right on time as Amy had come to expect. Amy gazed up from her phone, those dark brown eyes looking right at her as she handed Kamilah her usual black coffee, Kamilah holding it closely before clearing her throat. 

“Can I have the one from yesterday as well?” Amy smiled at her as she began to mix her favorite coffee - Kamilah leaning over the counter to observe. 

“I didn’t think you’d want it again.” Amy said as she added creamer to the mix, the coffee turning golden as she mixed it. 

“A woman can’t appreciate a little variety in her life?” Kamilah leaned against the counter, her hair smoothly gliding over her maroon blazer as she tossed it back - taking a sip from her cup.

“No I just-” Amy topped the cup off with a bit of caramel before enclosing it with the lid, her hands sweaty as she handed it to Kamilah. 

“You just?”

“Thought you’d always like your coffee like your personality.” 

“Whatever do you mean by that?”

The way Kamilah was looking at Amy, she knew she had to choose her next words carefully. 

“Dark, intimidating, a bit bitter at first sip,” Amy hesitated as Kamilah raised a brow, “an...acquired taste.”

“You’re intimidated by me?” 

“Just a little…”

“Hmm, I suppose your coffee is like you if you want to expand your little analogy.” Kamilah glanced at her watch, her expression shifting from playful to work-oriented. Amy felt her heart drop a little as she recomposed herself - back to her refined and disciplined self. Kamilah made her way to the door, the two cups of coffee in her hands as she paused, turning back and looking at Amy - something different about it.

“It’s...sweet and comforting,” her voice was soft as she spoke, Amy’s cheeks turning very red, “like you.” 

[words-for-holland]

Quarantine Series: Beat the Heat

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom hasn’t had to worry about another guy taking Y/N away...but the heat? Well that’s a story worth telling.

A/N: Only 1 more part left after this?! 🥺 Definitely not trying to prolong the wait on this just so QS can live on.

Check the Rest: Burnt Out | A New Look | Secret Cuts & Kisses | Breaking Friendships |The Birthday Week | Movie Night | Silence is Golden? | Birthday Date Night | Orinthophobia

Masterlist

Summer in London was anything but hot. It was your typical short, comfortable, partly cloudy type of summer with periods of rain here and there. It’s rarely below 60’s and never went over the 100’s. However one stubborn week in July turned out to be the hottest week London had ever seen. Forget high 90’s, the area’s temperature would push to 104 degrees that London itself might as well test postive for Cornavirus. For Tom, Y/N, Harrison, Harry, and Tuwaine, it was going to be a game of survival of the fittest.

“I swear global warming is a thing. This heat, the pandemic...It’s the end of the world!” Tuwaine groans as he desperately fans himself with his hand.

“Relax you drama queen.” Tom replies, as he sets up the air conditioner. “Okay so according to the Nest. If I just tilt the circle to left, it should turn the AC on in about 10 minute.” He states, reading the instructions aloud in hopes that cooling device works as expected.

“Well that was easy. So as long as we all stay inside and hydrated, we should be fine and there wont be any need for hand fanning.” Y/N justifies as she looks at Tuwaine, who was still fanning himself with his own hand.

“What? I sweat a lot when Im hot. Im just doing my part.” Tuwaine defends, as he shrugs his shoulder. “When the ten minutes pass and the air is on, I’ll stop fanning.”

Surprisingly, the air conditioner was working as expected! Tom had never felt so proud of himself, that it was all he talked about for the remainder of the day to everyone in the household. Especially since Y/N’s career was all so focused on technology. Tom wanted to make her proud and show that he too can handle techy stuff on his own. “See Y/N, I programmed the Nest all by myself, and I even downloaded the app so I can change the temperature from my phone no matter where I am.” He gloats proudly. “If you feel hot when Im away in Berlin, you can call me and I’ll lower the temp for you.”

Y/N rolls her eyes while she laughs at her fiance’s nerdiness. Of course she knew just about anyone could figure out how to work a nest, but Tom was so proud of what he’s accomplished, she couldn’t really stop him from celebrating his personal victory. “What about me? If I get hot will you turn down the temp for me when you’re in Berlin?” Harrison mocked, as he batted his eyelashes to his best mate.

“You have a phone. You can do it yourself.” Tom says bluntly as he comes around to Y/N’s side on the couch.

“So does she!” Harrison points, accusingly.

“Yeah...but it’s Y/N.” Tom points out, speaking as if it was the most obvious reason.

Harrison turns his face back to the television shaking his head, mumbling “Whipped.” with a slight smirk.

Tom did not hesitate to throw an extremely large pillow toward his best friend before saying, “Of course I am, you div. That’s why I proposed to her and not you.”

Later that night, Y/N and Tom had already cuddled into bed, falling into a deep slumber...Well one more than the other. It got extremely hot for Y/N as she noticed the change in atmosphere. The air felt much warmer, her body feeling slick and sticky from her sweat. The heavy comforter, Tom’s arm wrapped around her body, and his warm breath behind her neck were making her extremely uncomfortable. It wasn’t odd for Y/N to move a little in her sleep. Tom was very much aware of that the moment they spent their first night together, but it was rare that she’d push him off and face the other side with no blankets covering her.

Tom felt an emptiness in his arms, and no extra weight on his legs and waist. Something was definitely off for him, and he lazily put his hand out to feel for Y/N with his eyes still closed. “Y/N?” He grumbled in his sleep, trying to cuddle back to her. “Why...you move?”

“Too hot.” Y/N mumbled back as she pushed him away again. “AC broken.”

“Fuck.” Tom groans, as both tried to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, it was nearly impossible for Tom to go back to sleep. Not only was it extremely hot, but he didnt have Y/N on top of him. A position he’s so used to sleeping in his own bed. He certainly wasn’t going to let a good 8 hours of sleep do him dirty like this. He rolled off the bed, as he padded his barefeet on the hardwood floor. Tom went downstairs finding exactly what he needed, carrying the bulk slowly as to minimize the noise and avoid dropping them.

He makes it back to his room, where Y/N rolled on her side snoring peacefully. Tom shook his head smiling at how adorable she looked even though it was probably way too early and dark to even make that assumption, but there was no need. He knew Y/N always looked beautiful to him even on her worst days. Tom plugged the two fans in, turning it to the highest setting. Air was blasting through the fans as it turned rapidly. The room that was once hot and sticky, was now cool and refreshing. In fact it started to get so much cooler, Y/N could feel the goosebumps on her arms. Her eyes were still closed but she instinctively turned on her other side, facing Tom. “Mm. It’s cold.” She mumbles in her sleep.

Tom smiles at her, slowly lifting her leg onto his and pulling her close. “I know darling. Come ‘ere. I’ll keep you warm.” His arm was now wrapped her waist, and he smiled even brighter in victory. As if a broken AC was ever going to prevent Tom’s cuddling sleep with Y/N. Broken house appliances should know about Tom is that when it comes to Y/N...if there’s a will, there’s a way.

The next morning, Y/N and the boys had already made their way to the kitchen, installing mini fans around the house. Tom was the last to come down after his victorious slumber, where he was greeted by a sacastic applause from his best mates. “Well done, Tom. Absolutely smashed it with the AC.” Harry cheers, sweat already drippin from his forehead.

“Yeah and nice going stealing the fans last night.” Harrison laughed, chiming in.

“Oh piss off.” Tom scowls at his younger brother, making his way to the Nest. “I don’t understand. I followed the directions.” He groans trying to check what went wrong.

YN popped up from the back, phone in hand. “Well sorry boys, looks like we wont have a working AC until the end of this week.”

“What?!” The three boys shot up in unison.

“Yeah, the AC’s parts are really old, but the electric company said that they can order new ones today and have it installed on Friday..so no worries guys. We’ll all just sleep downstairs in the meantime, till then.”

They all groaned loudly, like the drama queens they were, making their own way. Tom comes up behind Y/N. “Uhh that totally defeats the whole purpose of why I put those mini fans in our room last night.” He objected with a cheeky smile his face.

“Thomas Stanely Holland. You do not steal fans for yourself just so you have an excuse to cuddle me in your sleep.” She teasingly chastises, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Steal?! I’ll have you know I don’t steal fans..I gain them.” He wiggles his eyebrows ar Y/N, making her laugh. “Plus don’t act liek you didn’t love cuddling with me last night to protect you from the cold.”

“Stop. That’s too cheesy.” She snorts, trying to walk away from him.

“Make me, darling.” He dares, holding her in place as he continues to wiggle his eyebrows.

Y/N smiles at him, her hands slowly making their face to both sides of his face. His eyes closes, as she gently strokes on side of his cheekbone down to his jawline. She leans ever so slowly into him, just barely touching his lips. Toms arms around her loosen, ready to lift her chin up just so their lips could close the painful tiny distance of air. It was then Y/N took her shot, and ran away from Tom, yelling at Harrison that Tom was going to steal the fans for himself.

“Hey! That’s cheating!” Tom yells out, chasing after Y/N.

“No that’s called being clever.” Y/N cackles, poorly mocking her fiance’s British accent.

“God I cant wait for this AC to start working again.” Tom groans as he makes his way after Y/N.

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Someday

Author’s Notes | I really hope you like this one, babe girl! Love ya!! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ubbe x Wife! Reader, Ubbe's child Info | Modern AU, requested by @moonlightsspirit for 5CW4 Words | 3538 ⁑ Warnings: ANGST, romance.

Five years since the last time he put his feet on Kattegat. Five years since the day Ubbe saw you leaving through his door, swearing you didn't want him anymore after giving back the ring he gave you a few months before when he asked you to be his wife and you gladly accepted being his forever.

He could still remember how hard it was for him the way you simply refused to talk to him or answer his calls, blocking him on every single social media... Leaving him without choices but leave the town to conduct his life through a way totally different from what he thought he would be following.

Ubbe had plans to get married to you after high school. To keep living in the town and find some small job there to live a simple life by your side. However, he ended up becoming a graduated administrator to his father's trading company. It wasn't the life he planned, but it was the only way he saw after you left him: to become what Björn decided not to be. Now, he was back to take his position as the new CEO of his father's company, but also, to see how the place where he was born had become since he left.

A lie into his heart, he knew that. Ubbe was back pretty more because he wanted to know what was made of your life. Still, he had no courage to test if your old cellphone number was still blocked to him...

Instead, he came home, being received by his mother with a large lunch and the great majority of his brothers around his table: Björn, as always, was out for some kind of different trip. Sigurd was out with his band, on a tour - but he sent a postcard congratulating his older brother for the recent graduation. Around the table, Hvitserk wasn't really waiting for lunch to start before starting to peck everything he could reach with his fingers. And Ivar wasn't that happy to have Ubbe's ass back in the game: everybody knew the position of the heir of that company was something he wanted to himself and Ubbe kinda stole it from him by being born before, of course.

He hugged Hvitserk, messed up Ivar's hair, had a good lunch with his family and a long talk with his father about the company. Tired from the trip back home, Ubbe asked for some time and Ragnar gave him a month or two before he could take his position at the company.

"There are a lot of things you shall see before you can start your new life, son. And after all, you just came back... Go take a ride at the city and see how Kattegat has grown when you weren't here... Lots of things changed... Lots of new things are around to be discovered..."

Something strange to be told, especially coming from his father, but a small ride wouldn't be bad: Ubbe thought he could buy a bottle of wine and some bullshit to share with Hvitserk later at night and talk about the whole stuff about college they didn't have the proper time to talk about at the phone while he was away.

He thought about taking the car, but it wasn't a long walk to the grocery store anyway, so Ubbe decided to go on his feet, taking a look at the styles of the houses around. Things weren't that different from what he remembered, but also, weren't that equal. Colors had changed, materials, some houses were entirely rebuilt, some businesses were closed, smaller or even bigger, like the grocery store he remembered from his childhood.

It was smaller. For sure. But now the place had swollen the convenience and the whole gas station at the corner of the street, turning itself into a big market with a small snack bar for the travelers that stop to fuel their cars.

Ubbe's hand went to the door, ready to push it when it slid aside, surprising him with the automatic system and the cold air inside the place, indicating an air conditioner was installed to keep the local in a pleasing temperature for the clients. It was inevitable the twitch of his lips in an impressed pout: the place was really better, after all.

He walked around, searching for the alcoholic drinks section when something small stumbled in his legs, falling not far from him, catching his eyes almost immediately: a little girl was running around and she fell with her butt heavily hitting the ground after turning a corner and hitting her inattentive face right in his legs.

Ubbe noticed she was crying and so, he lowered himself, seeing the big blue eyes of that small child full of heavy tears.

"Hey..." he said, as she was rubbing her eyes, trying to wipe her own tears, seeming to be scared. "Calm down, little one. What is your name?"

The little child remembered him of you by the color of her hair, exactly like yours. She was a delicate little doll, dressed in a beautiful handmade dress, but looking sad with all those tears, and sobs, and swollen red face of how much she was crying.

"I'm Asta, and I lost my mother..." the little girl tried, sobbing in between the words, starting the whole cry once again.

Her state and her words causing Ubbe's heart to clench into his chest: Asta...

"I would like to name them Asta, for a girl, and Uln, for a boy"...

The names you wanted for the children you never had with him.

Ubbe sighed, pushing away the memories and offering his hand to the little girl sitting on the ground, helping her to get up.

"Look, don't cry ok? I think I saw a police officer at the entrance of this place, so I'll take you to that girl you're seeing right there," he pointed the brand-new reception of that place where a security guard was standing beside the balcony, talking to the receptionist. "And that officer will help us to find your mother ok? We'll call her and she'll come to find you there. Will you feel better this way?"

The little child nodded, still rubbing her beautiful blue eyes...

Eyes like his, hair like yours. "She could be our daughter," he thought, conducting the little girl by her hand to the security guard.

However, before he could reach the guard, the little girl let go of his hand and ran away from him, screaming out loud, calling the whole place's attention to her when she jumped into your arms.

"Mommy!!!"

Her little hands embracing your neck tight, leaving no doubt you were her mother. You picked your little Asta up into your arms, ready to thank the man that was bringing her by the hand towards the security guard you were ready to call for some help when your eyes found that pair of blues looking at you.,

Surprised...

...and broken.

Ubbe didn't have changed that much after all: his eyes were still windows to his soul and you could still see his heart shattered into his chest by seeing you holding that little girl up in your arms.

You had a daughter...

You named her Asta...

You had the dreams you planned with him... With someone else?

You saw the way he swallowed dry, trying to take his eyes away from you, to fake a smile towards your little girl, speaking to her tenderly while your heart was racing into your chest with that trickery of the destiny.

"See, little Asta... We found your mother," he said, sounding sweet, despite you could feel the bitterness with which the word 'mother' sounded in his voice. "You don't need to cry anymore."

His eyes went to yours once again and he tried poorly to fake a smile at you as well.

"It's good to see you're ok, Y/N."

It wasn't.

It was hurting him and he was thinking all the wrong things, you knew that. Five years have gone since you had to take the worst decision of your life. But if he was back, then, it was over, right?

"I didn't know you were back in town..." you tried to extend the conversation and Ubbe didn't deny you a proper answer.

"I arrived today. You gonna see me around, now that I'm taking my father's position at the company. The old man wants to retire... My turn to work now, I guess," he tried a weak joke.

But you didn't laugh.

"So... Your college is over. Is that it?" you asked, sounding a little anxious.

Something he didn't let pass.

The little girl in your arms had her head laid in your shoulder; her little nose against your neck as she was starting to feel sleepy after all the nervousness of being lost even for a moment.

Maybe...

"Do you wanna share a drink at the snack bar?" he asked, "We could give little Asta some time to chill and... Have a proper talk."

Your anxiety proved his senses right when you readily accepted his invitation. There was something you wanted to talk to him and he was starting to be really curious. Fuck, the wine with his brother could wait.

He watched as you managed to place Asta in her stroller all by yourself, closing the security belt around her little waist and giving her a small plushie bear she grabbed, hugging it tightly. You seemed to be experienced in doing things all by yourself and everything around you seemed to be organized to a single mom...

Things were more and more curious for Ubbe now. Did her father leave you all alone?

What kind of bastard would do it?

A part of him kinda felt avenged, but he readily reprehended himself for the thought. He would never have left you with his child, but also, it was your right to want your dreams with somebody else.

Ubbe sighed, pushing away the flood of thoughts once again, walking by your side to the snack bar, observing as the movement of the stroller caused Asta to fall asleep still holding the little plushie bear.

You placed her near your chair on one of the tables and he sat in front of you.

"Coffee. Expresso. No sugar, please," you asked something he almost never saw you asking before, except when you were about to make a test at school you were sure you would fail.

Now it was official: you were nervous.

Ubbe didn't ask anything for the moment, just looking at you with those deep blue eyes you didn't see in years. His eyes were still as beautiful as you could remember.

But he was older... More beautiful, as if it was possible.

Yet, he was serious.

"What is it that you want to tell me, Y/N?" he asked, directly, showing he still knew you better than anyone else.

You sighed, looking down at your daughter sleeping peacefully into her stroller.

"You didn't answer my question. Is your college over?" you asked again and he sighed, kinda frustrated.

He never really wanted to make that college. He went there just because you left him.

"Yes. I don't see how it's so important to mention it now, but yes, Y/N. I'm graduated and my college is over." Ubbe answered, almost annoyed.

"So... I think now, I can tell you the truth," you mumbled, causing everything to stop around Ubbe.

The truth? What truth?

You took a sip from the coffee Ubbe didn't even see the waitress serving to you, placing the cup at the little plate over the table while he was still looking at you as if his eyes had frozen on time when you said the word "truth".

You sighed.

You kept that secret for five years. Five long years you hid from him as much as you could, trying not to destroy his life, his future. Ubbe deserved better than being a small man at that town forever. And you did everything you need to give him that chance.

"What truth, Y/N? What is happening?" he asked.

His blues allowing you to see how fast his heart was beating now. He knew. In the bottom of his heart, Ubbe knew exactly what you would tell him.

But he had the right to hear those words and you sighed, looking at him.

"I lied to you," you said, looking straight into his eyes even when yours started to form a thin line of tears under them. "It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, the hardest decision I ever had to make, but I knew if you were with me, you would never go to college and become someone. You would be stuck in Kattegat being no one just to keep me closer to you and I couldn't let that happen. I knew you received three different invitations for college and you were planning to refuse all of them because of the distance from home, so I went to your house that day and broke up with you. And I blocked you in all the ways you could try to find me because I knew if you didn't have me around, you would take one of those chances and go."

Right what he did! For a second, Ubbe felt like the dumbest idiot in the whole world. How could he be so blind? It was so obvious!

A part of him was angry, of course. But he knew you were right... He wouldn't go if he didn't have lost you.

"I was ready for a simple life by your side, Y/N..." he started, and you cut him out.

"No! You could be more! You could be someone and I was the anchor locking you here. I couldn't let you sink your whole life just because you wanted to be with me. I always had the plan to talk to you at the end of your college's first semester if you were still alone but..."

That pause sent shivers down his spine.

His mind was making the math but he didn't want to believe. You looked down, ashamed. You knew you did what you did with the best of the purposes, but yet, you took something from him and he had the right to hate you if he wanted.

The tears poured down your face and Ubbe became rigid in his chair.

"Y/N... Why didn't you call me when my first semester ended?" he asked and you covered your face, trying to hold back the sobs, swallowing dry before mumbling your crime to his ears.

"I didn't want you to give up on everything... If it was only me, I could convince you to keep your college going, to keep our relation something distant or even I could tell you I would wait for you to come back... But if you knew..." you paused again, sinking his heart into his chest.

"If I knew what? For the gods' sake, say it!" he asked, almost in despair.

And finally, you broke up that enormous wall you tried to build in between the two of you, revealing your most shameful secret.

"If you knew I was pregnant you would have left everything behind to come back. And I didn't want to ruin everything in your life..." you cried.

And your words caused Ubbe to rub his face, looking at the little girl sleeping peacefully at the stroller.

How much of her life did he lose?

What did she knows about him?

What would have happened in his life if you didn't have hidden that child from him?

You continued sobbing and the waitress gently brought a cup of water for you, leaving it in front of you on the table, to help with your sobs.

Ubbe sighed again, not knowing exactly what to say.

"You shouldn't have done this," he tried to start from somewhere, but it only made you shrink a little more in your chair and it wasn't what he wanted, so he tried again with another route. "I would have..."

No. He knew pretty well he would have given up on everything and came back to Kattegat on the same day if you had told him you were with his child.

"I could have..."

Solid no. He also knew he wouldn't be able to focus on his college and continue the course knowing you were dealing all by yourself with a pregnancy, a newborn and all the stuff he would have known you were passing through.

"I..."

His voice failed.

Ubbe knew you chose the only way in which he would finish his college and become someone or have something to call his. You gave up on his presence and you did everything to give him a chance to become someone and protect him from his own stupid choices.

He rubbed his face one more time. And again.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, still crying, remembering him how much you were crying when the two of you broke up that awful day.

Ubbe got up, walking around the table and sitting by your side, looking once again to that little girl sleeping like a beautiful doll into the stroller.

She was pretty well cared; despite the fact you were clearly tired and older than he could remember. You sacrificed your youth, your future to hold his.

Like you didn't feel for five years, you felt his arms around you, embracing your body and pulling you against his chest. Without resistance, you leaned completely into his touch, crying helplessly against his chest, repeating all the time how sorry you were, how you didn't want to hurt him...

His hands ran through your hair and you felt him kissing your forehead, softly holding you against his chest until you were able to control your tears, reducing it to small sobs. Your head still resting against his chest, hearing the sound of his heart you used to love so bad to sleep hearing.

Life was cruel to both of you, but now it was time to start over and Ubbe knew he could make a choice.

He could be angry with you for lying or he could see your noble reasons and try to rebuild what you had to destroy in order to give him a chance.

"No more lies," he mumbled "I'm a grown man. I can make my own decisions and I won't screw up if you trust me. We'll talk and study any decisions we'll have to make together. No more secrets, or lies, or sacrifices for each other... We'll do things together from now on... Fine?" he asked and you nodded against his neck, keeping the embrace, trying to feel numb by his scent one more time.

You missed him so bad... It was so hard to live without his embrace!

"How much does she knows about me?" he asked, looking at your daughter with tender but scared eyes.

"She's the only one who knows the whole truth," you said, surprising him with your answer, "I told her daddy was studying out of the town and he would take a while to come back. And I told her she was his surprise and that was why he didn't know about her: because we would wait for him to come back and then we would tell him she was his gift."

Ubbe's heart swelled with tenderness and love into his chest. So, she knew about him... She knew he didn't reject or left her anyway. Things would be easier for him to get closer.

He cupped your face softly caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

All the love you always saw in his eyes was right there, looking at you once again.

"I still have that ring," he said, looking at you "And I still want you more than anything in this world. One step at the time, I'll recover everything we lost. And I still want you to be my wife."

You leaned into his touch and kissed his lips softly, allowing him to deepen the kiss with all the urgency of his need.

To taste his spicy flavor once again was like stepping on paradise and he finished the kiss that adorable way you liked so much: touching his forehead on yours, caressing your face with his.

"My answer is still yes, Ubbe. It never changed. I'm sorry for..."

"Shhh..." he silenced your mouth touching his fingers on your lips "I don't wanna think about the last five years. We'll pretend they never exist. I want to know every single detail about our daughter and then we'll forget we were separated and build our lives from today on."

You nodded, agreeing.

"I made videos from everything. And there are thousands of photos for you to see," you said, with a smile.

Ubbe smiled back at you, pecking your lips.

"I can barely wait to start."

This was the first day of the rest of his life, and surely wine with his brother would wait for another night.

Maybe not for bullshits and college stories. But to celebrate the fact he had a beautiful daughter and a lovely wife.

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