Summary: Laser Tag brings out Steve Rogers’ competitive side and Reader loves it.
Word Count: 1,500
Warnings: Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Groping
A/N: Loosely based on this post. It wasn’t originally supposed to be dirty, but here we are. I don’t own the gifs.
The training room was plunged into a bright dark. The
various colours of the glowing neon lights cast a psychedelic atmosphere in the
large room. Laughs and music could be heard all over the room, but the loudest
noise was the one of the toy gun. It made a high pitched sound everytime
someone pulled the trigger.
“Who thought it was a good idea to let Tony watch ‘How I met
you mother’?” You screamed, running with Natasha towards the closest wall and
hid behind it. Clint was perched on top of a block, shooting at the both of
Tony found sudden interest in Barney Stinson, a thirty-something
playboy living in New York whose hobbies involved sex, catchphrases, drinking
and laser tag. A striking resemblance.
“Same person who’s shooting at us.” She panted, hugging the
plastic gun to her chest. She took a deep breath. “Cover me!”
Tom’s Publicist: Good Morning (Y/N), I’ve dropped off some stuff for you on your front door.
Tom’s Publicist: For you to wear to the date. Tom’s picking you up in an hour.
You: Oh sure. Thank you.
You opened your door to find a box. You carried it into your room, placing it on a chair before rummaging through it.
Apparently what the publicist refer as “stuff” includes several dresses, 4 pairs of shoes, bags and purses, and even hair accessories. No wonder the box is a bit heavy.
All the dresses seems to be a little extra for a lunch date in a local café. Well except for the simple pale yellow sundress with floral prints.
Putting it on, the dress fell just right above your knees. It flows beautifully. You put on a nude platform sandals and looked at the mirror.
This should do it
“Y/N?” came Tom’s voice, followed by three knocks.
“Coming!” You yelled back, hurriedly grabbing a purse then stuffing in your phone and money.
Opening the door, you greeted him with a cheerful smile, “Hi”
“Hi (Y/N), you look beautiful.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself” you said, blushing a little from his compliment.
“I was thinking that we could walk to the café?. It’s only a few blocks away. I wouldn’t mind driving if don’t want to though,” He asked.
“Sure Tom. I could use some exercise.“
After a 5 minute walk, you both arrived at the café. The bell jingled as Tom opened the door for you, being the gentleman he is.
“Let’s go sit by the glass window. My publicist said the paparazzi would get better shots of us that way.”
After you both had settled in, the waitress came to take your orders.
“What can I get you?” smiled the waitress.
“I’d like a soufflé and a glass of iced tea please,” you ordered.
“And for me, a hot tea and a quackson would be nice,” Tom added smiling at the waitress.
“Excuse me, what?” the waitress asked giving him a weird look.
You tried muffling your laughs, but when Tom looked at you with his confused face you coudln’t help but roar in laughter.
“Tom! You - you just said quackson instead of croissant!”
Realization dawns on his face. “Oh shit. I meant a croissant. A croissant and hot tea would be nice,” he corrected, grimacing a little.
You’re still howling with laughter as the waitress leave. You’re laughing so hard that tears are escaping your eyes.
“Oh my god Tom. I can’t believe that just happened,” you said still chuckling at his red face.
“I’ve been asked to say quackson so many times now that it kinda stuck,” He explained, still not smiling.
“You have to admit it’s funny though,” You snickered.
He cracked a small smile, “I guess it is a little funny.”
With all the fun you’re having, you almost forgot that this is supposed to be a fake date. Almost, but then your phone vibrates.
Tom's publicist added you into a group chat
Tom's Publicist:: You're both doing great.
Tom: How did you know that?
Tom's Publicist: I'm three tables away from you
Both of you looked around the café trying to spot the publicist. Sure enough, he’s sitting in a booth at the corner of the café.
You made eye contact briefly, then he starts tapping on his phone again. You looked back at your phone as it buzzes.
Tom's Publicist: Y/N, put your hand on the table, and Tom put yours on top of hers. This is a great chance.
You could feel the blush creeping up your neck at the thought of this. You lift your head up to see Tom already staring at you, his cheeks tinted with a slight blush.
You placed your hand on the table and Tom looked at you, asking for permission. You nodded, heart racing with anticipation.
As his palm rest on top of your hand, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. You have a thousands thoughts rushing through your mind.
Why am I being like this. It’s just Tom, I shouldn’t be feeling any of this. It’s even staged for fuck’s sake.
After a few minutes, the paparazzi left but Tom’s hand is still resting on top of yours. You tried continuing the conversation. But it’s kinda hard with his thumb occassionally sweeping back and forth on the back of your hand.
He’s staring at you with such intensity, you felt like you could melt into a puddle. But then the waitress came back, bringing your orders making both of you break the physical contact.
“Do you still have any room left in your stomach?” Tom asked as you both exited the café.
“What do you have in mind?”
“I saw an ice cream truck on the way here. Thought we could maybe make a quick stop,” he grinned, knowing you wouldn’t turn down free ice cream.
Thanks for the ice cream,“ you thanked him, as he handed you your cone. You start licking on your heavenly treat, sighing in content.
Tom chuckled at your antics, “I’m glad you like it that much.” You can only hum in agreement as you continue to devour your sweet treat.
“Y/N, I’m going to try something. Just go with it okay?”
Narrowing your eyes you questioned, “What exactly?”
“Can I try your ice cream?”
“Umm, sure?” You answered, utterly confused. What is he trying to do? You hold out your ice cream for him to try. But instead of licking your ice cream like you thought he would, his soft lips meet yours instead.
Your eyes flew wide open. As you body froze in shock. It’s the most innocent kiss anybody has ever given to you. Even though it only lasted for 3 seconds, it’s enough to leave you feeling lightheaded.
“It worked!” Tom exclaimed all of a sudden. “They’re all taking videos and photos”
You turned around to see a small crowd video-taping you and Tom. Of course it was an act. How stupid of you to think it was real?
Tom held your hand the whole way to your apartment, awaking the butterflies inside your stomach.
“I had a great time today Y/N. Time seems to fly when I’m you,” He smiled at you softly ad you reached your door. “I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to this,”
“Hey, I had fun too. And I should be thanking you for being such a great ‘date’ today,” you assured him, doing the air quotes gesture.
Chuckling Tom said, “Well then I should be going. See you tomorrow!” The he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, making you suck in a sharp breath.
“Bye Tom,” you squeaked, waving at him before entering your apartment and closing the door. You closed your eyes as you leaned on the door, heart still racing from his forehead kiss.
genre: idek anymore angst? smut? (i promise there will be more smut in the upcoming chapters)
summary: part 5 of this trash i call a series
word count: 3.9k (specifics: 3,942)
warnings/triggers: fighting, swearing, sexual stuff…
“I love you.”
Jimin didn’t know what to feel. Did she mean it? Or am I just a second choice…
The surrounding silence was nauseating, he felt her shift knowing he had to say something but what? He knew one thing for certain and couldn’t lie about it…
“I love you too y/n.” he couldn’t deny that.
A million thoughts raced through his head as he lay beside you patting the crown of your head gently, staring up at the dark ceiling. He wanted to believe you… but just couldn’t yet. He was always second place to Jungkook. If Jungkook didn’t fuck up, would you still have had said it to him.
He knew it wasn’t the best time to ask if you had meant it, but with his heart ringing in his ears and a tiny voice gnawing at the corners of his mind, he had to ask…
Mustering up enough courage, he took a deep breathe about to tell you- but bit his tongue when you laid a chaste kiss on his chest. He couldn’t ask now…
Right now, he just wanted to revel in this moment with you; where he was surrounded by your scent, feeling your breath fan against his skin, letting his fingers tangle through the strands of your hair and laying in each other’s warmth as you both settled down to go to sleep.
“Goodnight y/n.” He sighed, internally wishing that morning would never come, and drawing you closer.
“Goodnight Jimin.” you yawned, nestling closer to him and shutting your eyes to sleep.
The early shades of dawn filtered through the curtains and the incessant buzz of your phone awoke you. If it weren’t for Jimin’s sleepy face being the first thing that you saw through heavy lids, you would’ve of been in the absolute worst mood, but seeing him soundlessly asleep with the amber tint, of the early rising sun, kissing his skin, made you lips curl into a small smile as you unravelled yourself from Jimin’s limp grip and grabbing your phone from your bomber.
Please tell me you’re not too hungover to work today…
I need you :(( boss gave me the whole 11 hours… BY MYSELF >:((
no no i’m completely sober… shoot me.
i’ll come in today, i have a lot to tell you…
SPILL. and THANK YOUUU <3
Jimin stirred on the bed, you looked up to see him upright with furrowed brows and barely opened lids.
“Morning.” you smiled.
“It’s cold… what time is it?Why are you up?” he rasped, scratching the back of his neck.
“It’s so early.” he groaned, “do you have work?”
“Mhmm” You hummed in reply, as you walked up to the bed, leaning over to kiss Jimin’s puffy cheek.
“y/n…” he whispered scratchily.
He bit his lip, as you perched onto the edge of the soft mattress. His hesitation made your stomach stir slightly.
“We need to talk about… this.”
“What do you mean?” you blinked, that feeling in your stomach become more prominent.
“I don’t want to say this, especially not right now… But I can’t ignore it and I can’t let it go on.”
“What is goin-”
“Do you really love me?” He blurted. Instantly looking guilty.
Your stomach dropped. You felt the colour drain from your face. What?
“I want to believe you y/n. I really do. But i- i- just don’t know. Something in my head is telling me, that this happened by luck or chance or- or something. That if Jungkook didn’t…you know… you wouldn’t be feeling this way.” You bit the inside of your cheek, at his words. “Please say something so i don’t feel awful.”
“I-um…” You swallowed thickly. Were you really sure how you felt? Was what Jimin said true? “I should get ready for work… Get some sleep okay” You smiled, but Jimin noticed how it didn’t reach your eyes.
“I’m sorry.” he muttered, although it felt like a huge weight lift of his shoulders, a vacant look took over his eyes as he watched you disappear behind the locked bathroom door. He groaned as he sank back into bed. He felt so bad. what if he had just fucked up everything with you… But he just couldn’t take how it felt so… forced; Of course he wanted this with you, he always had… but not when it was like this.
Hearing the bell of the coffee shop door, you truly felt as if you could finally breathe. It was like you held your breath as you got ready and crept out the house, not making any possible noise that could wake Jimin up.
“Happy birthday.” Hana grinned as she handed you a gift bag. You laughed opening the glittery bag and pulling out what was inside.
“More alcohol. Love it.” you joked as you put your stuff away in the cloakroom.
6 slow hours passed, with barely anyone entering the shop. Which gave you plenty of time to catch up with Hana, in between serving the odd customer; and of course that meant telling her everything.
“Woah… So… Jungkook and Jimin.” She slowly summarised, more to make sense in her head than to clarify.
“Yep.” you sighed.
“You hoe.” She joked, lifting up the mood in the empty coffee shop.
“Shut the fuck up Hana.” You replied as you both turned into raging fits of laughter.
“Is that Minah as in Kwon Minah?”
“Um, yeah, why?” You asked, eyebrows arched.
“I think I’m going to start working with her tonight…”
“Yeah, she works at a bar, not at all far from here. I just got a part-time there, and i’m starting tonight.”
You slowly nodded, internally wondering how the world was so small that something like that would happen…
“Y/n… I get Minah’s pretty and everything, but I don’t understand why Jungkook would do that to you… It just… doesn’t… add up.”
“Minah’s a solid 10 and i’m a 2 at best.” You protested, “But i get what you mean, I don’t understand how he could just-”
“Well i think you’re about to find out…” She whispered, eyes bulging. Following where she subtly pointed at. You turned, your eyes flinching as they caught his. You swallowed harshly, your toes curling into your shoes. You didn’t look up at all, your eyes stood ground,trained onto the cash register.
“Welcome to the mocha lab, can i take your order.” You curtly said, fighting temptation to look him, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to, but it was like you physically couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.
that voice. it just made you want to burst out in tears, as if the uneasy feeling you had in your stomach didn’t want to make to throw up and faint already.
“Order something or get out.” you spat, out of the corner of your eye you even saw Hana backing away from the counter and into the cloakroom.
“You have every right to hate me but I just need to tal-”
“Jungkook.” You warned. “I really fucking can’t right now.” You tried so hard to keep the tears at bay.
“I’m sorry y/n-” You bit your lip so hard to keep yourself together that you could faintly start to taste blood. “-but please. talk to me.” His voice was so… so… broken. “please y/n i’m begging you. please… i miss you.”
Although it was so painful to hear him beg like that, and you still needed answers. You knew you couldn’t. It physically hurt to be near him. Your mind was screaming for an explanation and wanted to just jump in his arms and forgive him… but the heart remembers what the brain forgets… and it raced inside your ribcage, like how it felt when you saw the mess of clothes on the floor, storming in on him and Minah…
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” You could barely finish the sentence as your voice started to break. After a couple seconds of silence in his hesitation you heard his slow heavy footsteps leave the place.
You immediatelysank behind the corner bawling. Hana sprinted over, taking your shivering figure in her arms.
“sshh, its okay, shhh.” she whispered as you took deep breaths. “that was so brave. I’m so proud of you.”
“thank you” you whimpered as you steadily composed yourself. “I can’t even look at him.” you laughed, but inside your heart was straining, as his broken voice rang throughout your mind. “I don’t know if I could ever speak to him again…”
“As much as i hate to say it… and i totally get you, but you need to talk to him. You need answers y/n… it’s the only way you can really know how you truly feel for either of them. Because it’s not fair on you and it’s not fair on Jimin”
she was right.
You bit your quivering lip, thinking about Jimin. You couldn’t deny that there was attraction there. And last night. Last night. He put you first in front of everything, he was hurt too but made sure you were the one okay. With him, it’s genuine. It’s decided. It’s real. It’s there. He wouldn’t change his mind or even think to ever betray you like Jungkook. With Jimin before and after the whole Jungkook mess, you felt loved, platonically and romantically. he was your safe haven.
“y/n?” Hana said, snapping back into reality. By then you stopped crying. She helped you stand back up. “Are you okay?” she asked, to which you nodded in reply. “I’ll lock up, go home my love, get some rest.” She insisted and you thanked her as you both headed to the cloakroom to get your things.
“Good luck with the new barmaid job.” you called out from the door before you left. She gave you small smile as you shut the door.
The sun had set ages ago because of winter, the street were dully lit with street lamps. You pulled your jacket tighter, sighing watching your breath condense and float idly upward. You began the walk home, pulling out your earphones and listening to music. A few steps in, you felt as if someone was following you, you pulled an earphone out and turned to look behind. Your eyes scanned the seemingly deserted street. You felt uneasy, so you abandoned the music as you cautiously continued home.
This time you heard the footsteps, growing faster and faster, and before you could break out into a run you felt a hand grab your wrist. On instinct you turned, and kicked the figure in the genitals. You watched as a familiar figure sink onto the floor bracing themselves in their affected area.
“FOR FUCKS SAKE JUNGKOOK!” you screamed, heart racing, annoyed at the fact he had just given you one of the biggest heart attacks of your life.
“Okay… I deserved that…” he rasped and he stood up again.
you huffed, but at least this time you could actually look at him without wanting to cry.
“Please can we just talk again.” He whined. “I get you hate me. I get you never want to see me again. But please. I don’t want to never see or talk to you again on how things ended.”
You felt his stare on you as you remained silent, with your arms folded. You did deserve an explanation.
“You have 10 minutes.” You murmured.
A smile lit up Jungkook’s face. It felt so weird, like you hadn’t seen the Jungkook you fell so hard for until now… like he was someone completely different when he slept with Minah. Maybe it was your stubborn delusional heart that wanted to believe that he didn’t because you believed he wouldn’t. It made you just want to delve into his arms and forget that everything happened. But you couldn’t. Because it did.
He grabbed your hand but you flinched away.
“This doesn’t mean we’re okay.” You warned.
His face dropped but still, he gave a small smile, “Just follow me then.”
Although you looked down to the pavement, you felt his stare on you. He led you down some familiar streets and you couldn’t help but wonder where he was taking you, and why.
“You do realise you have 7 minutes left right?” You tutted, finally rolling your eyes and keeping eye contact with him.
“We’re here.” He sighed. And when you looked round, you were stunned at where he led you. How did you not notice? This was the park you, Jungkook and Jimin used to always play at when you were children. You subconsciously smiled and walked further in, as if gravity was pulling you there. You were drawn to the swings, and you reminiscently ran your fingers down the metal chain. “How are we for time?” Jungkook grinned, interrupting your flashbacks.
You cleared your throat, embarrassed that you got lost in your thoughts when you should’ve been mad.
“Why are we here. This doesn’t change anything.” You spat keeping up the defensive facade, eyebrows knit together.
“It’s obvious you remember this place.”
“Well done for stating the obvious. 5 minutes left Kook.” You scoffed.
“Kook.” He laughed and you internally kicked yourself for letting that slip. “Okay, we’re getting somewhere.”
You groaned in vexation, like a little kid throwing a tantrum. He sat down on one of the swings and signalled that you do the same. You hesitantly took the other one, but he smiled in victory when you did.
“4 minutes.” You warned. His smile dropping once again.
“I brought you here, because I need you to remember it.” You furrowed your brows, at his words. It wasn’t until you followed his gaze to the castle play structure, that you shivered. You remember it now.
It was your 6th birthday and you were here with Jimin and Jungkook, it was oddly sunny for a winter day and so the park was crowded with small children like yourselves.
Jimin was racing ahead, climbing up the the ropes to get to the top tower where Jungkook already was, and because you didn’t want to be left alone you followed them up, at a much slower pace, because of your scrawny figure and lack of upper body strength. You had always feared heights but you feared being alone more; and so you struggled and slipped your way to the top where they were.
It was when you got up, you had realised how high you were and panic began to set in. You burst out into tears and Jimin and Jungkook didn’t know what to do.
“Go get y/n’s mum.” Jungkook nodded to Jimin, who set off instantly. He then turned to you, who was quivering on the platform. He crouched down. “It’s okay.” He smiled but you just wouldn’t stop screaming and crying. He himself panicked, it was your birthday and he didn’t know what to do and did something impulsively and without thought. He reached forward, grabbed your face and kissed you. You were in a state of complete and utter shock, you forgot about crying. You just stood bug-eyed with Jungkook smushing his face against yours. When Jungkook let go, a huge grin took over his small face. “It worked!” he cheered, while you just remained still, frozen in place as you realised: you just had just both had your first kisses with each other.
You remembered how after, it was like you couldn’t breathe, your heart was going more than 200 miles per hour. You felt a mad hot blush spread throughout your wind-pinched cheeks.
“You remember.” He muttered spotting the tinge of red upon the tops of your ears and cheeks.
“Look I know nothing I say will ever make up for what I did to you last night y/n. I don’t know why I did it and god I feel so stupid… I know that’s pathetic of me to say, but she was my first ever love, so she had this sort of hold on me and when she came to the house in tears and a blubbering mess and just kissed me… It felt like that moment on the top of the tower and I just didn’t know what to do and I acted on impulse, I forgot about everything like an idiot and ugh… And this-this is going to sound fucked up and unbelievable-but I swear, all I thought about was you.”
“You don’t expect me to just fall for that are you.” You scoffed.
“Not in the slightest. And I wouldn’t blame you if you just left right now either. But I just wanted you to know it was a mistake and I’m so sorry and if i could tell my 6 year old self, I would’ve made you mine right there and then.” Looking into his empty eyes, it broke your heart. “I know it doesn’t make sense, and i fucked up beyond repair but… I love you y/n and I still want you.” Tears started streaming down his face and you felt so guilty that tears started to well in your eyes. In that moment, Jungkook grabbed your wrist, you excelled forward and he pressed his lips against yours; and just as you were about to give into the temptation of melting into the kiss, he pulled away. “I’m not going to keep you any longer.” He muttered, but held you a little longer. “Goodnight my love.” He whispered before he walked away. You bit the inside of your lip as you watched his back disappear into the night.
You groaned as you opened the front door to the apartment, tossing your bag and Hana’s gifted wine on the couch. The walk home was miserable. You were more confused with how you felt for either of them.
“Jimin?” You called out, but was met with silence. You got your phone out and realised you had 5 missed calls and 14 texts from him. At least he didn’t just leave… Still you were overwhelmed with incoming feelings, you flopped onto your bed, you felt as if you could just bawl for hours just to release everything. You wanted to scream at how confusing and fucked up things were. You shot a text at Jimin saying you were home and if he could come back after Jaebum’s ‘guy’s night’, you took of your coat and threw it onto the floor, but it landed with a slight thud that made you jump slightly. The only thing in your jacket was your phone. Curiousity flooded your sense so you jumped up and fished something out of your pocket.
It was a small gift-bag labelled:
It was meant for yesterday - kook
Hana had worried about you getting home, on her walk to the bar. She had just gotten out of one uniform and wasn’t at all excited to jump into a new one. The laid back buzz of the bar lifted her spirits slightly, as she entered, the overall decoration and atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed than what you would expect from a normal one. is this like high class level for a bar?
She nodded as she turned to the voice, finding Minah leaning over the bar counter.
She was taken back by Minah’s bratty attitude. It’s literally 7:17. i was 2 minutes late. For matter of first impressions and the sake of actually keeping the job, she answered with,
“Yeah, don’t be late again.” Minah snapped. I’m going to kill her… Hana thought as she put up a tight lipped smile and nodded.
“Here’s your uniform, change in the staff toilets for today, but we expect you to show up in that. okay?”
And again… because her mother had taught her ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.’… she just smiled and nodded.
The uniform wasn’t anything special, but it was formal: a white collared shirt, dress pants, black suspenders and a gold name badge. She fixed her hair and re-touched on her makeup before hanging her stuff up in the cloakroom and finally finding her place behind the bar counter.
It wasn’t long till Minah came back from serving a table, coming back to train her on how to make different cocktails, where the different glasses were kept, which tables were where and more on the job.
“Got it all.” Minah smiled, more out of common courtesy, but it was easily readable in her eyes that she did not like Hana one bit.
“Yeah, thank you.” there came the tight lipped smile again.
“Any questions, just come find me.” Minah added before slipping away to a table. As if… Hana rolled her eyes as she walked back to her place at the bar counter.
“Can I get a- Oh my god, Hana.”
She looked up to find Jimin with a half smile and half surprised look on his face.
“Hey.” She smiled back.
“You work here now? What happened to The Mocha Lab barista job with y/n?”
“That’s for the daytime, i work here at-”
“Jimin hi!” Minah sang, shoving herself in front of you. Where the fuck did she come from? she was all the way at the other side of the room??. Hana internally laughed at the scene. “What can I get you~” Minah carried on. This is disgusting, Hana thought, backing up, it was clear Minah didn’t want her there.
“Um Hana’s already getting me a whiskey on the rocks thanks.” Jimin replied, making Hana stop with Minah shooting daggers at her.
“Hana… darling.” darling? “Could you get some more Whiskey glasses from the back?” Although it may have sounded nice, her stare made it seem like an order. Hana glanced down and saw a whole row of Whiskey glasses by Minah’s knees. But to avoid anything happening, she just did as she was told.
Hana came back with a tray of Whiskey glasses and placed them on the counter by Minah.
“Oh my bad, I forgot we had a whole row of them…” Minah faked laughed, making Hana sick… “Just stack them with the rest.”
“Where’s Jimin?” Hana asked, hiding her sarcasm, sounding like she actually want to start a conversation, whilst she organised the decorative glasses.
“Back there with his friends.” Minah replied ogling at the table in the far right corner. “we’re like a thing.”
Hana wanted to burst out laughing… Jimin was with you (well ish) only one boy makes that mistake and that just so happened to be Jungkook already. Jimin wouldn’t ever.
“Really…” Hana gasped, secretly enjoying the fact Minah was oblivious to the fact Hana knew everything. Hana stood up again from crouching, readying her phone in her pocket to sneak off and tell you everything. “I need the loo, excuse me.” and when Minah nodded, she was off.
Hana rushed into the bathroom ringing you. Pick up, pick up, pick up, this is so funny…
“I’m sorry but the person you’re calling-”
Hana sulked as she tried again, but with no answer, she contemplated texting you but wanted to wait to tell you in person to see your reaction.
She walked back to the bar, surprised to find Minah not there.
Where’d she go?
And that’s when Hana heard her shrill giggle. She looked to where it came from and fell gob-smacked at the sight.
Hana didn’t want to believe it, but seeing the way Jimin’s arms wrapped around Minah’s figure as they kissed, Hana raised her phone…
a/n: WHAT DID I JUST DO. I HATE MYSELF…
TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!!
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Author: @writing-obrien and @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Dave Hodgman/Reader Words: 5,504 AN: This fic was going to just be Chloe’s but then I jumped in to help her and it became a collab. You’re welcome. There’s just not enough Hodgman stories in the world. Contains masturbation (both), Oral (female receiving), ‘Skype Sex’, inspired by Chloe’s truly embarrassing events at a pizza restaurant, except hers didn’t end this well.
She couldn’t really be counted as the ‘new’ waitress anymore, seeing as she’d worked there for four months now. But in those four months business had spiked. People just adored her service.
Parents admired how well she treated the children.
Kids loved when she brought over crayons and drawings she’d printed herself.
Staff took advantage of the fact that she did many tables at once, leaving them to stand idle and chat while still getting the wages.
Teenage girls relished in the times that she would make chat and give advice on everything from lipstick shades to what has the most or few calories in.
Teenage boys simply came for the skirt that she wore showed just enough to tease without being slutty, her legs on show and her top fitted, pens lined along her top pocket.
Dave, however, had entirely different reasons for being here. He loved how her smile lit up when she was left a good tip on a bill. He loved how her hair fell perfectly around her face when she would let it down after shutting hours, cleaning the tables and singing her heart out to the music blasting. He loved that she worked overtime at the little shop, so that he could casually swing back and say hi.
He loved her.
He also hated that he was so sentimental about it and he couldn’t just think like the rest of the male population thought about her. Which he hated too.
I’m making this post with a heavy heart, because it’s something I didn’t want to do.
I love helping you all, I truly, honestly do. If i can be your safe space, your agony aunt, the random person you can go to as a sounding board- I am all for that. However… whenever I see my blog lately- it’s all I see. Even amongst all the fan art and shitposting I do- the advice asks are what pop out to me. My brain is just wired to look at that (problems and how to assist) first…
And it’s hurting me.
Helping people is something that I’ve studied to do, worked/volunteered in the field and one day will return to doing as a profession, Tumblr is a place that I go to to escape all of that; but now when I go to my blog all I see are my “clients” (even though the advice I give on here is generic and not really any specific forms of psychological treatment) and it’s rather overwhelming.
THIS DOES NOT MEAN I DON’T WANT YOU SENDING IN ADVICE ASKS- SEND THEM IN, I’M HAPPY TO HELP, SINCERELY.
What this does mean is that I’m asking please send them OFF-ANON so I can respond to you privately. That way I can still help you, but in turn you’re also helping me. I won’t be looking at your username, I won’t be going to your blog and looking up things to remember you by- you will still be that faceless Nonny Chan to me. Plus once I’ve sent the reply there’s no way for me to trace back who sent what. Trust me darlings, your privacy is important and I won’t go around abusing it.
So, I am sorry to ask this of you- I really thought that I would be able to handle it but alas with all that’s going on in my real life, seeing my Tumblr almost replicate that is a little too much for me to bear. Please note from today, any Anon advice asks will be deleted, but all those sent from off-anon will be answered (as promptly as I can!) All other Anon (requests, random shitposting, reviews, greetings etc) are all still fine and heartily welcomed.
He froze for a second, because he hadn’t expected to be hit with such an intense gaze. Green eyes beneath a beanie and loads of curly hair made Louis miss a beat before coming back to himself.
“Uh, hi. Sorry. Can I take your order?”
The boy (man?) gave a shy smile and said, “Just a caramel macchiato, please. Grande.” Louis nodded as he scribbled onto the cup and punched it into the register.
As the boy held his phone to the machine to pay, Louis asked, “Name please?”
“Oh, uh, Marcus.”
Louis scribbled Marcus on the cup and handed it off, but not before giving the boy a smile and nodding over to where he’d be able to pick up his drink. Louis watched him a bit longer than he probably should have, then forced himself to move on.
Or the one where the cute boy coming into the coffee shop gives Louis a different name every time…for over a month.
My amazing Layne! It’s your birthday, and you’ve already been gifted with the JHO music video, so this is obviously paltry in comparison, but I love you very much a lot and hope you have an amazing birthday! I hope you enjoy xxx