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Cheeseburgers&fries (A Luke Hemmings one-shot)

Part 2

I got outside the kitchen, carrying two plates filled with steaming food. Heading towards the elderly couple that stood in the booth near the restaurant’s door, I noticed the new group of people that entered and sat in my area of serving. I gently laid the plates on the table and offered the couple a ‘Bon appétit’ and a gentle smile, before turning my head to the new clients.

The group was formed of 7 people, five guys and two girls. Due to their number, the guys joined two tables to sit comfortably. Going to the bar, I grabbed a bunch of menus and then headed towards group.

“Hello. My name is Y/N and I will be your waitress for tonight.“ I spread the menus around the table and got my notebook and my pen from the white apron tied around my waist.

“Would you like to order your drinks now, or would you prefer looking on the menus first?” I asked, looking around the table and noticing that most have already opened the menus, skimming the shiny pages in hope to find something they would like.

“We’re gonna look around first.” A blue eyed blonde boy said smiling, and a spark of recognition flickered in my eyes. Although I didn’t knew his name, he would come to our restaurant pretty often, usually accompanied by one or two of his friends.

“Sure thing. I will return shortly to get your order then.” I said, nodding my head towards the blond and went behind the bar, where John, my co-worker was playing on his phone.

“I see lover boy is here to see you again.” Jon mumbled, throwing me a knowing smirk, before concentration on his game again.

“How many times do I have to tell you that he is not here to see me?” I shook my head and laughed slightly as I took a seat next to John and took a sip from my bottle of water.

“Oh please.” He snorted and paused his game, dropping the phone into his lap. ”Why else would he keep returning to this joint if it weren’t for you? He keeps on coming here because he likes you.” John emphasized the word like with a few hand gestures while making a disgustingly cute kissy face. Swiping the bottle out of my hands he took a few mouthfuls and emptied half.

“Hey!” I furrowed my eyebrows and pouted slightly. “He certainly doesn’t like me and this place is nice.” I retorted, getting my bottle back, screwing the lid back on and hitting John’s side with it.

Rising from my seat, I headed once again to the make-shift double table and got my notepad out. Everybody rushed to say their orders, and I looked in confusion at them, hoping that they would have the decency to wait for their turned.  Luckily, a curly haired blonde loudly cleared up his throat and glared around the table, making everybody’s mouths shut up.

“I would like the steak with mashed potatoes and some iced tea, please.” He said clearly, and I threw him a grateful smile, jotting down his order. After that one by one placed their orders, the last one being the blonde regular.

“Double cheeseburger, fries, a beer and your number.” He said smugly, smirking and throwing me a wink, before looking around the table to grasp everybody’s reaction.

“I’m afraid that’s not on the menu.” I smiled coldly and turned my back, leaving behind a shocked face with a gaping mouth and a bunch of snickering and teasing friends.

“Tough luck, Luck.” The blue haired one said laughing, loud enough for me to hear as well. So blondie’s name was Luke.  

Going to the kitchen I pinned the order on the wall and headed to the bar to get the drinks. Removing some bottles from the refrigerator and opening them up, I placed them on a tray, together with glasses and a few straws in paper foils.

Balancing the heavy tray on one of my hands, I stepped towards the table once again and placed the drinks and glasses in front of their holders, leaving Luke last. Setting the beer and his glass in front of him, I avoided his touch when he tried to brush his fingers against mine.

“Would you like me to pour your drink in your glass?” I repeated the question briskly and waited for his answer.

While most of his friends choose to drink form their bottles, his answer was a mumbled ‘yes’. Grabbing the glass in one hand and the bottle in the other I tiled the glass and started pouring the beer. Right when I was half way in, I felt a clammy hand creeping up my calf and resting right above the back of my naked knee squeezing the tender skin . My breath stopped, my eyes widened and the bottle almost slipped from my hand.

Quickly filling the glass up, I nearly slammed it on the table and looked down to see whose hand was touching me. Of course it was Blondie. Gripping the tray so hard that my knuckles turned white, I placed underneath my arm and turned towards the boy.

“Could you kindly take your hand off of my leg so I could go get your food?” I asked and all eyes snapped towards the Luke, whose cheeks looked like they caught on fire. His hand immediately fell.

“Fucking hell, Luke.” The curly haired man who helped me before swore, glaring at the younger boy. I nodded my head in thanks, as I left and hid after the bar, telling John everything.

“Do you want me to replace you?” John asked gently, while rubbing my arm attentively.

“No.” I shook my head, frowning stubbornly. “I don’t want to show him that I’m weak. It’s just that…I don’t understand why he’s acting like this. He was always acting nice until now.” I whispered. Hearing a bell from the kitchen that signaled that the food was ready, I sighed and went after it.  Taking the two heavy trays in my hands, I went towards the group of people and placed one of the trays on a nearby table. I started serving their food, this time starting with Luke and finishing with the curly haired blond.

Smiling brightly when the curly haired man, who told me to call him Ashton, thanked me, I noticed Luck frowning, a blush still dusting his pale cheeks, and gripping his cutlery harder than necessary.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully, and I was glad that Luke didn’t cause me any more trouble. Around our closing hour the group finally got up and prepared to leave, while Ashton came to the register to pay.

“Hey there.” He said, taking his leather wallet from the back pocked of his  black jeans. Typing in the prices, I waited for the bill to come out from the metal machine. After it was printed I slowly told him the price and handed him the bill.

“I apologize for Luke’s behavior. He usually doesn’t act this way.” Ashton sighed, taking the money out of his wallet and handing it to me.

“You shouldn’t be the one apologizing.  You did nothing wrong.” I said, shrugging my shoulders and cashing the money.

”Yea, but still, I should have stopped him sooner.” Ashton replied, leaning forward.

“You couldn’t have known what he was about to do.” I presented him his change, but he waved his hand dismissively.

“Actually, we all kinda knew he was going to do something. Or at least we expected it…” Ashton said, crumbling the receipt and throwing it in the bin near the counter. Seeing the look of confusion adorning my face, he explained. “Mike, the dude with blue hair, dared Luke to make a move on you, since he knew that he would never approach you otherwise. But none of us thought he would be so bold, or so rude.”

“Oh, I see.” I said, gazing back at their table and seeing Luke glaring at us, especially at Ashton with a murderous intent. He looked set to come towards us, but luckily Mike grabbed his arm and dragged him outside before he could make a scene.

“Well looks like I got to go. It was nice meeting you.”Ashton smiled one last time, before running outside to join his friends. I looked at the money in my hand, before shoving the few 1 dollar bills into the pocket of my apron. I closed the register and took a rag, preparing to clean the tables. John waltzed out of the kitchen and stole the rag from my shoulder, pushing my slightly towards the changing room.

“I’ll finish up tonight. You go home and rest.”He said and I thanked him, waving him goodbye . Going in the changing room, I took off the burgundy uniform and got my skinny blue jeans and my black top on and rushed home, knowing that I would have to get back to work the next afternoon.

The next day came faster that I wanted it to, and before I knew it I was back at work, changed in the reddish maroon dress, tying my apron around my waist and listening to the soft tunes that flowed from the big speakers peppered all over the restaurant.

Exiting the changing room, I nodded to Maria, signaling that her shift was over. Scanning the grand hall for customers that haven’t been served yet, my eyes fell on Luck, who was sitting alone at a table near the window, with a pair of shades on, typing furiously at his phone. Huffing I headed towards his table and stopped right in front of him, clearing my throat first, before speaking.

“Hello. How can I help you?” I said cordially, pasting a smile on my face. His head snapped, his lips parted and he quickly placed his phone on the table and took his shades off, revealing a pair of breathtaking blue eyes. In the natural light that was streaming through the windows, his eyes seemed even more electric and that sole look almost knocked my breath away. Almost.

“Um, I…I would like to apologize for yesterday’s behavior.  I acted….well I acted like a dick.” He said softly, but still loud enough for me to hear. Cocking en eyebrow in annoyance, I continued, ignoring his previous sentence.

“Is there anything that you would like to order?” His blonde eyebrows furrowed and his bottom lip jutted out, making his piercing shine lightly.

“Please forgive me. It was never my intention to make you feel uncomfortable. I just acted like tha-“

“Sir, I will have to ask you to leave if you won’t order.” I interrupted him indifferently, my eyes quickly scanning  his face and my right hand fiddling with the pen it was holding.

“A coke.” He whispered defeated, breaking eye contact and moving his blue orbs to the table ,pinning them on one discoloration that was staining that table for years now.

“Very well.” I said rushing towards the bar, getting a coke and a glass and rushed back to him. Opening the bottle I poured him his drink and setting it on the table I left, without even glancing at the poor boy. I knew I was a tad too mean with him, but he had a lesson to learn.

I avoided his table for the entire duration of his stay. When I saw that his glass was empty and he was ready to come to the register, I headed towards him and grabbed the glass and the bottle.

“Would you like the check?”I asked, while he just nodded silently. Just as I was about to move away, his hand darted out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me gently to him.

“Look, I get that you don’t want to see me again, so I won’t show my face around here anymore. “he pause briefly and nervously wetted his lips before continuing. ”But at least let me tell you how fucking sorry I am for last night. I know what I did was stupid, but I just wanted to get your attention. The guys kept teasing me about you and when I saw Ash making passes at you I just lost it. I guess I just wanted to show them all that maybe you liked me, just as I liked you. But it was a mistake, and I’m sorry.” He finished, remaining breathless for a few moments .Luke raised his head, his slightly teary eyes searching mine. I sighed and shook my head, making the neat ponytail at the back of my head bounce.

“Don’t worry about it. I kinda understand why you did it. And thanks for apologizing. Not a lot of guys are men enough to do that, you know.” I said, a bright smile widening my lips.  Luke’s eyes sparkles and it looked like life crept into his body once again, energizing him.

“Does that mean I can keep on coming here?” He inquired hopefully , and I laughed playfully and nodded my head, a yes escaping my mouth.

Luke grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth. Striding towards the register, I checked in his consummation and ripped the small piece of printed paper. I stood a few moments with the bill in my hand, feeling the smoothness of the paper between my fingers and contemplating if I should scribble my phone number on the back.

Feeling a tad courageous that day and deciding that taking a risk once in a while wouldn’t hurt, I wrote the digits on the back of the bill, together with my name. I stared for a few more seconds at it, chewing the end of my pen .I straightened my back and quickly stepped towards the blonde boy before I could change my mind.

Soundlessly giving him the paper, I turned my back and went to serve other customers, therefore missing Luke’s wide smile and the enthusiastic fist bump that he thrust into the air. His chair scraped the floor as he backed it away from the table and he strutted proudly to the cash register, waiting for me to come as well.

Seeing him waiting, I trudged towards the counter and took the money that he offered, getting his change ready. Handing him the 10 dollar bill, he pushed my hand away, telling me to keep it.

“So does this mean I can take you out this Friday?” He said cheekily, tilting his head to the side and propping his arms on the clean counter.

“Pushing your luck I see, eh?” I teased , letting his smile falter before talking again. “I get out at six. You can come and pick me up at six-thirty.” I bended over the counter bringing my face closer to his, our lips parted by a few millimeters.

“Yea?” Luke whispered eyeing my lips before inching closer for a kiss.

“Yea.” I rapidly turned away, kissing him on the cheek instead. His orbs widened and I laughed at his expense, straitening my back and taking one step back. Luke crossed his arms over his broad chest and tried pouting but ended up laughing as well.

“Well I better be going then. See you on Friday.“ He covered half his face with the big shades he had and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Ok. Oh, and Luke?” I called, making Luke turn towards me once again. “Ashton was actually telling me just how much you like me.” I giggled, making his ears turn an angry red and he left rapidly, mumbling something under his breath about fucking Ashton’s drumsticks when he gets home.

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Ok. So no smut in this one.  But yahoo, 2 fics in a row! *celebrates by dancing off beat* I actually intended this one to be a blurb, but apparently I’m incapable of writing blurbs so this turned out to be an imagine/one-shot. I wrote this last night, half asleep so this might be a little cheesy and a tad too detailed, maybe even boring, so I might edit this in the future. Nevertheless, I quite like how it turned out,and I hope you like it as well. Thank you for reading, and please remember that reviews are always welcomed. Hope you have a nice day/night!

BOY WITH HORMONE [Kim TAEHYUNG x READER] Pt. 15

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Genre: angst/fluff

Length: :D

Summary: You and taehyung are childhood friends, but things happened to Taehyung and changed him. You get to be his classmate in High School, but he end up embarrassing you in front of the class, and this end up you being bullied. HS ended and now you’re in college. Will you finally be free from the bullies?

Warning: Swearing

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Edmund Pevensie X Reader | URGE TO PUNCH

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All I want isa story where is Edmund having to grab the reader around the waist to hold her back from attacking somebody. PLEASE

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“Girls are not supposed to be in the army.”

That’s the phrase it had all started with.

One or other schoolboy had decided to say that out loud to (Y/N) when she and the Pevensie siblings were talking about how (Y/N)’s mother had joined the army.

The remark had quite the effect on her, seeing as it was a sensitive subject they were talking about. (Y/N)’s mother hadn’t just joined the army because she wanted to, no. She had gone to the army because she needed to.
She needed to forget everything that had happened to herself, and instead go to the place where it had all happened to him. Obviously we are talking about (Y/N)’s father here.

He had died just a few months ago, killed in battle.
After they had gotten the telegram about his death, (Y/N) experienced something she hadn’t been quite ready for.

Her mothers grieving. Of course, (Y/N) knew that things weren’t going to be the same after her fathers death. She knew her mother would be much more sensitive to the news of war. But to see her own mother crying her eyes out for hours, and after there were no more tears left just sitting in a chair numb…it was almost too much to handle for a fifteen year old.

But after weeks and weeks of feeling numb, (Y/N)’s mother had finally made the decision of leaving to war. To help her country and to do her husband honour.

(Y/N) herself had of course felt sad, but she was also proud of her mother who showed the bravery that every woman, in her opinion at least, needed to show.

She had gotten some criticism from fellow classmates, but nothing that was too great to not handle by a few witty words.

This time however, she had enough of this criticism. She had enough of people telling her that her mother should have stayed in England, and not gone off to a war ‘just like a man’.

She finally snapped.

“And why would you think that?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she tried to keep her expression as neutral as possible. She had learned that it was okay for people to have different opinions, as long as the other people also thought that it was okay.

“Well, war is something for men.” He answered as if it was obvious. His little eye roll got on (Y/N)’s nerves.

“And do you mind explaining, why war is something for men, but not for women?” She asked him, her voice raised to almost a yell.

Lucy took her hand and gave it a comforting squeeze before letting go, telling her to calm down with her actions.

Lucy always had a calming effect on people, even on hotheads like (Y/N). But a person could only do so much…

“Well, to start of with, women are weak. And they can’t fight. They’re scared that their clothes might get filthy, or that their hair might get accidental cut off.” The boy answered with a smug little smirk, as if he was proud of something. Or had something to be proud of. “Women would make the war worse than it already is.”

(Y/N) had already snapped at the first sentence that rolled out of his mouth. “How dare you say that?!”

“I’m just speaking the truth,” the boy replied, giving a high five to another one of his jerk friends.

“Oh, you’re going to take that back!” (Y/N) lunged forward, fist ready to punch him.

Edmund directly sprung into action as soon as he saw her. Since he had heard the argument going on, he had quickly made his way towards (Y/N) to stop her from doing anything stupid that she would regret later. Just like how she had gotten him out of those situations other times.

He quickly wrapped his arms around her, not letting her take another step forward just as she was about to punch the boy in his mouth.

The Jerk had put his hands in front of his face to protect himself when (Y/N) was free, but was now standing there with his hand on his hip looking smug.

“Aw, can’t come and ’punch me’?” The boy laughed, his ‘friends’ joining in on him.

(Y/N) ignored him as she tried to get out of Edmund’s grasp. “Ed! Let me go!”

“No.” Edmund said simply as he held on to her waist to stop her from attacking the Jerk.

“Why not?!” She began to hit his forearms with her fists, as she tried to make it hurt as much as possible to make him let go. But Edmund didn’t budge as he felt the fists hit only with little amounts of force.

It wasn’t like (Y/N) couldn’t come out of his arms if she wanted to, but that was exactly the point. She didn’t want to.

She enjoyed it when Edmund would hold her, even if it was something as simple as a one armed hug. Seeing as Edmund wasn’t exactly a touchy feely person, and (Y/N) wasn’t his girlfriend, she had decided to enjoy the little friendly gestures he would make towards her. The things would vary from a hug to a kiss on the cheek to him holding her to prevent her from attacking somebody.


“Because you’re going to regret it,” Edmund answered her. (Y/N) wondered how he could stay so calm in these situations.

“Yeah, ’you’re going to regret it’, listen to your boyfriend, (Y\N).” One of the friends of the Jerk said.

The rest laughed as if Jerk Number Two had made some funny joke, and they patted each other on the shoulder and did 'manly’ things.

“Oi! That’s not what I meant!” Edmund yelled, turning a little red at the mention of him being her boyfriend. “I meant that she would regret the detention she would get if she breaks your jaw!”

“She would break her own hands if she wanted to punch me!” Jerk Number One laughed.

(Y/N) suddenly stopped thrashing around, turning calmly to Edmund who still had his arms around her because he didn’t trust the situation. And because he liked to hold her.

“I need to punch him.” She stated calmly, though her eyes held anything but calmness.

“No.” He stated firmly.

“Why? And don’t tell me it is because I will regret it 'cause you know I won’t.”

“Because, remember wh-”

Suddenly, Jerk number one laughed. “Don’t lie to her, Edmund. Just tell her it’s because you don’t want to see her hurt herself and embarrass herself. After all, girls don’t like it when you lie to them.”

“Then why would I lie to her now?” Edmund glared at the boy. “We both know she can dislocate your bones if she wants to.”

(Y/N) was happy her back was turned to the boys as she felt a small smile make its way to her features at Edmund’s words, but that smile soon made way for an angry frown as she heard the next sentence the boy spilled.

“Yeah, sure.” He snorted. “And her mother is a really good addition to the army.”

Sarcasm laced the boy’s words, a type of sarcasm that (Y/N) didn’t like. The type that hurt people on an emotional level. A level on which they were broken.

“You take that back!” She yelled angrily as she untangled herself out of Edmund’s arms and lunged forward to the Jerk.

“You filthy little-”

“Remember what your mother said!” Edmund said calmly as he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist again just before she could punch the Jerk.

“People you hate are not worth getting into detention for-”

“You are only doing them a favor by putting yourself in trouble.” (Y/N) finished with a smile, suddenly not thrashing around anymore.

Edmund thought it was safe to let go of her now, but as usual his instincts were wrong.

“Well, that quote of my mother doesn’t count if you really have the urge to punch that person.” She muttered before turning around and punching Jerk Number One right in the jaw.

5

Guys, I’m gonna be honest here. I’m really hurt. Why does everyone hate on Gemini’s? What is so evil about us? Why are we treated like the ugly step child?

It’s not fair that we are treated like trash. I’m personally hurt that we are labeled as the ‘bad guys’ or just 'trash’. We aren’t flakey and shallow like everyone makes us out to be. NEWS FLASH: Gemini have feelings too.

I don’t doubt that you have run into rude/mean/shallow/worthless/deceitful Gemini’s. But you know what? That doesn’t make the other signs perfect little angels. There are bad guys everywhere, and they aren’t just restricted to being from one sign.

I’ve seen posts that say “No no, we don’t HATE Gemini. But we totally dislike them.” That isn’t the impression those people give off though. They are downright hateful to all Gemini. There’s no need to treat us like crap. We do that on our own plenty, thanks.

Whatever your problems with Gemini’s are, please realize that you are putting down a huge number of people because one jerk messed up. The way we are being treated and put down isn’t fair. So next time you’re about to talk smack on Gemini’s, try to think of how you’d feel in their shows.

I love all of you guys