Cry Me A River | Masterpost

The Apartment Games | Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x f!reader (platonic?)

genre: crack, humour, smau

warnings/tags: non-idol!au, college!au, roommates!au, player!taehyung, literature student!namjoon, fashion student!hobi, comp-sci student!jin, music student!jungkook, sound production student!yoongi, business student!taehyung, veterinary student!jimin, communications student!yn, more warnings in individual parts

disclaimer: this smau crack fic is just for fun (that said, i’m probably going to put in way more time and effort than warranted) and since this is a wip, everything here is pretty much subject to change. also don’t ask me how the age differences work, there were No Thoughts

summary: when y/n’s roommate moves out, an opening at the nicest apartment complex on campus becomes available – and highly coveted within the crowded bangtan dorm. with seven chances to prove who can be the best roommate, the boys are prepared to do just about anything for some privacy and freedom. and y/n certainly intends to make the most of that desperation willingness. welcome to the apartment games.

index

>. character profiles

i. the end of an era pt.1

ii. the end of an era pt.2

iii. the list

iv. ground rules

Too Late

in which the love you have for him is the cause of your death

requested pairing: seokjin x reader word count: 3,242 genre: angst hanahaki disease au

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Giving You Everything - Max Verstappen

@anilovessadbooks prompt request #19 - "I feel like a failure." "How could you ever feel like that?" "Because I can't give you what I want to be able to give you."

Summary: Y/n doesn't feel like she's enough for someone like Max and Max couldn't imagine his life with someone other than y/n.

Working class background!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Dating a millionaire and constantly spending time with him in the millionaire's tax haven of Monte Carlo is definitely has it's pros. But when you come from a background where there's pride in not allowing yourself to rely on someone financially it's hard.

Which is the case for y/n.

She still works full time and she knows that Max is wishing for her to take up his offer and just live off of him so he can see her more since despite him travelling more and dedicating his time to more than just F1. He still has more free time and she is the one they have to work around for seeing each other.

"I think he's going to dump me." Y/n states as she wipes a table down.

"Probably. You rejected moving in with him, you rejected an opportunity to see more of him and you won't just tell him that it's because you're scared of relying on him." Tanya states making y/n deadpan a look at her since it's not exactly comforting for her.

"That's not very fair, Tan." Y/n mumbles but she knows it's something she needed to hear.

"Life isn't fair, babe. But dating a millionaire and letting him take care of you is life going in your favour. Life is more than fair to you right now." Tanya points out while y/n winces since that's really a truth she knows but she's in denial of the whole thing. "Babe, for all we know. We get one life. Don't waste an opportunity of making it good by letting your pride getting the better of you."

It's food for thought and when y/n returns home she smiles finding Max is there like he promised he would be and he's got a meal at the ready.

"Hey, you didn't have to cook...or order a meal." Y/n smiles noticing Max waver at the suggestion he'd been the one to make the food.

"You've been working. You deserve a proper meal." Max states while moving around to kiss her temple while Y/n smiles leaning into him. "How was work?"

"I'm just glad it's over." Y/n states while Max hums before he kisses her. "I missed you."

"I've missed you too, it's been weeks since we got to see each other."

It's not a dig, but y/n feels it stab into her chest because it's her schedule that's made it so difficult.

They sit down and start eating, talking about their days and mainly focusing on Max since his life is easily more exciting. But there's an elephant in the room and they can both feel it.

"I can tell you want to say something." Y/n mumbles making Max sigh and look up from his food.

"Why are we still doing this?" Max asks making her sigh expecting the breaking point soon but she didn't think he'd deliver it like this. "Y/n, please. Why would you let us have a life together?"

"Because it's hard dating you, Max. It's hard seeing you be amazing and successful and just so incredible. Then I look at myself and I feel like a failure."

"How could you ever feel like that? You-"

"Because I can't give you what I want to be able to give you. I don't want to rely on you, I don't want to have a lifestyle I can't fund on my own by funded by you because you have built a life of success and achievements in doing something you not only were born to do but you genuinely love." Y/n rambles then wincing. "It's not something I expect you to understand, but it's not easy for me to overcome even if I want to."

"Y/n, this isn't about you relying on me. This is about us being able to love each other without being long distance and struggling so much as a couple. I want to take care of you because I love you and you are the best thing that's happened to me in my life-above the championships and the records. If you ask me to retire at the end of this season, then I would because I'd choose you."

Y/n would obviously never ask Max to give up work. That's not something she can ask of him because she'd never feel right about it.

"I'm sorry." Y/n sniffles keeping her gaze on the food which is now cold and y/n ditches her fork. "I don't want to ruin things, but it's hard to be in my position and I just don't ever want you to resent me for something."

"I would never resent you for doing something that I'm asking you to do, baby. Especially not something like giving me more of your time and attention that I am constantly begging for." Max states while y/n smiles sightly before she sighs. "It doesn't have to be right now...but can we start planning and maybe work on you accepting that it's not a crime for either of us to want to spend time together?"

"Yes." Y/n nods with a small smile before Max's chair scrapes back and she moves around climbing onto him. "But it's not going to be easy for me. It goes against my every instinct to just allow someone to take care of me."

"I know and I won't take it for granted." Max mumbles earning a small smile before they exchange a kiss. "But you can't think of yourself as a failure, baby. Being an F1 driver doesn't mean that everyone else is null and void of success. You have a degree, you're working to support yourself, you are balancing that with an unpaid apprenticeship which is really just working without being paid which I still think is exploitative."

"I know but I want to give you treatment that equals how well you treat me without it being you who pays for it."

"I think you underestimate how much it would mean to me for you to finally just move in and live with me." Max smiles before looking at the food. "Are you still hungry? We can reheat it."

"Yeah."

It's not going to be as simple or smooth sailing as Max thinks but y/n is willing to do what will finally make him happy and what she thinks will make them both happy.

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The Power Of Words - OP81

@pluto777777 prompt request #23 - Driver/player accidentally insults reader in casual comment and she does obsesses over it

Summary: Oscar didn't think before speaking and y/n can't stop thinking about what he said.

Overthinker!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Oscar is unbothered. He's famous for it.

But sometimes he maybe should be bothered. Because when he made a comment to y/n last week about making sure to leave him some of the birthday cake because he might want some. He was just kidding and making a light-hearted joke.

Now y/n has been hitting the gym twice a day, morning and night for over an hour each time. The diet has been restricted harsher than Oscar's and he hasn't connected the dots as to what has ignited this behaviour from her.

"Y/n no." Oscar groans hearing her alarm go off for her to get up and go to the gym.

"What?" Y/n frowns before Oscar gets up and drops his weight onto of her to pin her down to the bed. "Oscar, you're suffocating me."

"Yeah, I know but if it stops you from going to that gym then it's doing what I want it to do." Oscar states while y/n grumbles at him and makes some attempt at escaping him.

"Oscar, get off of me." Y/n groans actually managing to move his body a little which surprises him because going dead weight on her has always worked to keep her from moving out from under him.

"No. Why do you keep going to the gym at this time of day? What has got into you?" Oscar questions genuinely frowning at the young woman while she shakes her head at the fact that Oscar's frown deepens. "Baby, can you please explain?"

"I just haven't been eating good enough and I mean-I mean even you noticed I almost ate that whole cake on my own." Y/n states as the front cracks and she turns her head trying to avoid him seeing her tears that are gathering.

She didn't want to tell him. It wasn't intentional from him for her to overthink it but Oscar drops his head into her chest, wedging his arms under her body and wrapping them around.

"Baby, no." Oscar groans making her swallow thickly continuing to try and blink her tears away to the best of her ability. "No. I'm sorry. It was just a joke. I didn't want to upset you and make you change."

"I know. But you were right-even if it was a joke."

"No. No. Baby, I was wrong. I was so so so wrong. You should've eaten more cake just to prove me how stupid my joke was. It was a horrible, stupid, dumb comment that I never should've made. I'm sorry."

Y/n sniffles with her lip quivering while Oscar sighs realising that his carelessness over his words that he's previously been able to get away with is not going to slide with y/n. She overthinks and he knows that, he should've known that an off hand jokey comment could lead to her spiralling.

"Baby, you're perfect. You've always been perfect." Oscar mumbles but it's not going to be that simple of a fix. "Can you stay here with me today?"

"Ok." Y/n mumbles with a nod before Oscar sighs and rolls them over so y/n is on top of him.

"I love you." Oscar states as y/n shifts so she's comfortable.

"I love you too." Y/n whispers settling her head down on his chest.

-

Y/n did ease up but Oscar wasn't willing to leave the matter just addressed. He wants to make things right.

He's already made sure to telling her how beautiful she is, how much he loves her and complimenting her as much as possible. Every time it has successfully got her flustered.

There's never been a level of regret over his own words till now and he hates knowing that if he'd just put even a moment of thought into them that basically burrowed into her head and completely took over her mind.

He came up with a plan that he is hoping doesn't get him in too much trouble with his trainer but he feels like it might work. Or it's going to backfire so hard that he might be single within the hour.

"Alright, I have a surprise for you." Oscar states after making it obvious he has a surprise for her by having forced her to remain in the bedroom till he said so which even included him leave the apartment while she waited.

"That's cute of you." Y/n smiles lightly while Oscar sits down on the edge of the bed as she sits down. "You know you don't have to keep trying to make up for it."

"I want to because you deserve to know that I don't stand by what I said."

"I know that. I do."

"Good, but I've already got the surprise set up. Come on, I think-I hope you'll like this." Oscar states actually looking like he's been doing the overthinking since he discovered how much he'd upset his girlfriend.

Oscar has her close her eyes and guides her into the kitchen.

"Are you ready?" Oscar asks making her choke a laugh.

"If you're about to say I hope you're ready for nothing and show me nothing I'm breaking your ribs with my elbow." Y/n warns jokingly which brings some settling to his panic about this might backfire because at least he's not just fooling her with some sort of prank.

"Alright, open your eyes." Oscar smiles making her open her eyes and blink a little looking at the set up from her boyfriend.

"Oscar..." Y/n mumbles looking at the cake that he had frosted with a message.

For the most prettiest, most perfect girlfriend on the planet.

"You're actually unreal." Y/n laughs then turning to look at him. "What kind of cake it is?"

Oscar really stressed about choosing the flavour because he really didn't want to mess up by getting her something that she would hate.

"Vanilla with fresh cream and jam with strawberries. But now I feel like that was wrong." Oscar grimaces making her head shake.

"It's perfect. Really my favourite." Y/n assures him before she swallows and Oscar moves up behind her again, holding her waist and gently hugging her back to himself.

"We're both going to eat this because eating cake is not a crime and neither of us are hitting the gym."

"You have to hit the gym. You're in the middle of the season." Y/n laughs but Oscar just shrugs.

"We are both eating the cake. Everyone deserves cake." Oscar reiterates then kissing her cheek. "Cake for breakfast is literally the dream anyway. Free will and all that."

"You've officially spend too much time online." Y/n laughs then moving towards the cake since it does look so amazing and she is feeling herself drool at the thought of getting to eat it.

Meanwhile Oscar feels like he might've finally overpowered his comment from a few weeks ago by finally finding something that made her feel so loved that hopefully he can keep this going and make sure not to fuck up again like he did.

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

omg its soo cuteee!!!🥺🥺

Hi ! Can i request some yoongi fluff :)

He Told Me My Fish Would Die

pairing; min yoongi x gn!reader

genre; fluff, crack, established relationship

warnings; none just a whole bunch of confused and smitten yoongs

w/c; 804

a/n; y’all know I had to do it at some point, and yes I know the song is out of order but it’s what worked with the plot so shush and don’t @ me pls and ty!! also, ty for the request anon pls send more soon. hope u enjoy <3

“…THE NEXT DAY, DEAD.” You sang with such gusto and dramatics as you stood in front of the couch staring at the tv. On cue you tilted your neck sideways mimicking what you saw in the movie. The next thing he knows you’re flailing backwards onto the couch with a hand over your forehead imitating passing out.

Sitting on the opposite side of the couch you just flopped on like a fish, elbow resting on the back of the couch with his head in palm, he doesn’t understand why you love this movie so much. But the song? Yes, he agrees. It’s cleverly catchy. He would never admit it to himself let alone out loud to you, but it was one of his favorite songs of the movie. He’s even debated about creating a personal rap for you with the beat for your anniversary coming up.

You sprung back up from the couch in a fervor, so quick it made Yoongi inwardly gasp with a hand over his heart, playfully glaring at the back of your head then letting out a quiet chuckle knowing what was coming next in your one man show. He decided to help you this time around by standing up and walking over to the light switch, flipping it down blanketing the living room in darkness besides the light coming from the tv.

Just in time as always, you grabbed your phone off the coffee table and quickly turned on the flashlight setting placing the light directly under your chin, giving your face an eerie glow. Perfect for your next favorite part of the song.

“A seven-foot frame, rats along his back. When he calls your name, it all fades to black.”

During the duration of the verse you creepily inched your way to Yoongi who returned to the couch making himself comfortable once again, this time clutching a big, fluffy pillow you picked out when you first moved in, anticipating what you were about to do.

“Yeah, he sees your dreams…”

Continuing with your eerie dance you then sprung into action, chucking your phone on the floor and made your move, which again, Yoongi anticipated. Diving for the rapper like a flying squirrel and landing on your what you thought to be unsuspecting victim, which in actuality was very much suspecting on his end. Body curling around his in a giant bear hug you yelled in such a loud voice that he’s sure the neighbors could hear you. And they were miles away.

“And feasts on your screams!”

Catching you effortlessly, making sure you didn’t hit your head on the back of the couch he wrapped his arms around your middle. Tightening said hold when you started wriggling around on his lap trying to get back up to finish the rest of the song. Alas, your attempts became futile when you noticed the look the rapper was giving you. One you’ve learned to love that made your heart swell with so much joy, if you died within the next few minutes (heaven forbid), you could die happy.

Yoongi stared into your eyes with such a love and adoration. A small smile curling at the end of his lips as he leaned in and kissed your forehead so delicately as if you were glass that could break at any second. He pulled away far enough to then switch his aim to your lips which you so graciously returned.

“You’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot and I love you. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life helping you with your theatrical needs to even more countless Disney films”. He vowed as he kept a serious look on his face that slowly cracked when he felt your whole body start to bounce from an impending laugh you were about to give.

Biting your lip, to keep yourself from laughing a little bit longer, you quickly grabbed his face in your hands and planted a big, sloppy kiss on his lips that you know he outwardly hated, but secretly loved and used the opportunity of shock and mock disgust he displayed to finally wiggle out of his hold back to standing up in front of him.

Winking at him, you turned around with a renowned flourish of your arms once again facing the tv, making it in time to finish the song with a dramatic pose.

“I never should’ve brought up Bruno!”

Hanging his head in playful disdain he let out a loving sigh and chuckled to himself, wondering how he got so lucky to find someone like you.

And then he stood up himself and started clapping so loud his hands started to hurt. Giving you your standing ovation you so very much deserved, watching as you bowed in front of him. And, he told himself, he would never fail to do. Cause you were his star. Just like he was yours.

Idk why but this scene simply warms my heart so much. The casual and easy way he gives his hand and the way she moves and he moves to indulge her and her laugh at the end. Siiigh. I miss this show 😭

I feel like TWIG needs some angst so imagine George finding out that you and your little ones got into a car accident

You are so right, anon 💕 Sorry it took me a bit to get to this one but I had to make sure I was in the writing mindset for angst!!

Warnings: Minor descriptions of car crash, injuries, and shock

It wasn’t quite the same as the real thing; stuffed in a replica of the recent Mercedes chassis facing a large arched screen displaying the virtual circuit of Baku. After almost a decade in the sport, George could have driven those streets with his eyes closed but he knew there was no place for cockiness behind the wheel. Every turn and choice must be meticulously calculated and perfected to pull every second out of the care safely. 

He was just starting another flying lap in the sim when the tone of the speaker tore him from his focus. One of the technicians spoke to him through the windowed wall of the simulator booth,  “George, your phone keeps ringing out here. It’s your wife. Why don’t you take five?”

A spark of concern flickered in his chest, wondering why you were calling multiple times when you rarely so much as messaged him when he was at the factory. He climbed out of the simulator and stepped through the door into the adjacent room that held a few long desks stocked with computers housing impressive data sets and graphs. The employees that took up the seats kept their attention on studying the results of the session while George picked up his phone from where he had left it at the table at the back. 

He noticed three missed calls from you and before he could call you back, his screen filled with your name and contact image with another incoming call. The urgency had his stomach churning and he stepped out into the hallway for a moment of privacy as he answered it.

“Hey, my love, sorry, I was in the sim.” he spoke into the phone, trying not to sound too worried, “Is everything okay?” 

“Hey, yeah, we’re okay,” you answered. 

He could hear the tension in your voice, the slight waver to your words. Somewhere in the distance, there was chatter and the muffled sound of an announcement. 

“I just…” you tried to continue but your words seemed to halt. 

George sat down in a chair in one of the small lounges in the factory, “Love, what is it? You’re scaring me.”

“Sorry,” you breathed, your exhale shaky, “I’m with the kids at the hospital. We, uh…there was…fuck.”

He could tell how shaken you were by the fact you were unable to even piece sentences together but the fact he was only being given bits of the story was sending him into a spiral. With a tight breath, he pressed urgently, “Are you okay? Are they okay?”

“Yeah, no, yeah, we’re fine.” you assured him quickly, “Some bruises but…we’re all fine. Just…got into a little car accident. Came here to be checked out just in case.”

George was filled with equal parts relief and dread. Relief that you were all okay but dread that there had been enough of an accident to have you think about going to the hospital to get checked out. He didn’t even have to think about it before he stood up from the bench and started back down the hallway towards his private room, replying, “Okay…okay, my love, I’m on my way, alright? I have your location, I’ll head to you right now. Stay put, okay?”

“Okay,” you echoed in an exhale lined with a moment of relief, “Thank you. I’m sorry.”

“Oh my God, baby, do not be sorry. I’m just glad you’re okay. I just have to change and I’m coming right to you now.”

“Okay, I love you.”

The shock-stemmed flatness of your voice was chilling.

“I love you too,” George replied easily, his tone extra warm and gentle, “I’ll see you soon.”

He was sure he had never changed faster in his life, tugging off his sim-ready race suit in exchange for his street clothes before he had even alerted his team that he had to go. When he returned to the simulator room to say he was leaving and why, he didn’t even wait for a response before he was closing the door behind him and making a beeline for the stairs of the factory. 

The parking lot of the Brackley headquarters was packed but George’s reserved parking spot wasn’t too far from the front doors of the building. He checked your location on his brisk walk to his car, zooming in on the map to see what hospital you were at and, once he was sitting behind the wheel, he typed the location into the GPS in his car. 

It was ironically a sunny day in England that day, the roads dry and clear as he navigated through the countryside from Brackley to Cambridge. He silently cursed the hour-and-a-half drive as his impatience was settling on his shoulders but he didn’t let it deter him from focusing on the roads ahead. The piece of mind came with the awareness that you were okay.

Once he was parked outside the Addenbrooke Hospital on the southern point of the city of Cambridge, he was hurrying across the lot towards the entry doors, phone pressed to his ear as he called you. You directed him to where you were waiting and once he emerged through the double doors into the waiting room of the wing you were in, his heart was racing. 

You stood from your chair at the sight of him and he rushed to meet you, swallowing you up in a careful embrace. You clung onto him tightly, fingers clutching the back of his shirt and your eyes screwed shut as you buried your face in his neck. He could feel your heavy sigh of relief in his arms as if the tension and stress had been completely dissipated from your body with a simple hug from him. 

Across the waiting room, your two children were distracted by some toys in the corner, playing together, unbothered, as if it were just another day. Watching them for a moment over your shoulder, the only thing George could notice about them was the blue bandaid on your son’s temple.

You pulled away from his embrace a little, voice still a little shaky from the shock as you updated him on the well-being of your children, “She’s the best out of the three of us, basically completely unharmed. Little guy’s cut was from the impact…hitting just the right part of his carseat. I took the worst of it.”

George tore his attention away from the children to look back at you, finally getting a proper look at you up close. It was then that he noticed the bruising over your nose and down your right cheek and jaw, colouring your skin in purples and greens. His eyes trailed down your profile to where you held out your trembling hands, your right wrist wrapped in a bandage.

“Just a minor sprain,” you assured him before he could worry too much. You tried to make light of it with a soft, “The paramedic said it was likely from how hard I was holding onto the wheel when we were hit. She said it was like my ‘mama bear’ instincts took over, trying to keep control of the car the best I could.”

George pulled in a shaky breath and moved back in to hug you again if needing to feel you there, that you were really okay. Your arms smoothly wrapped around his shoulders as he pulled you close, both of you just holding onto each other for a moment. 

“What happened?” George finally asked. He felt as though he had been keeping that question on the tip of his tongue since you had first called him, wanting to know but also wanting to save himself from knowing the cold hard truth. 

You sniffled and pulled back just enough to look at him, although your eyes were downcast as if in shame, “Some idiot made a right turn at an intersection without looking. I braked and swerved just enough to not get entirely t-boned but he hit almost directly on the front driver's side. Hence,”

You held up your sprained wrist.

“Saved the kiddies though.” you mumbled. 

George gently set a hand on your face and pulled you in to press a kiss to your head as if he could pour all his love into that simple action. 

The power behind it had your eyes welling with tears and you whispered out a shaky, “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

George tenderly trailed the back of his finger over your uninjured cheek to swipe away a stray tear, “What on earth do you have to be sorry about right now?”

“We took your C63.” you whimpered, another heavy tear dripping down your cheek, “It’s…so fucked. So, so fucked. I know how much you love it…how much you protect it and I didn’t think—”

“Shhh,” George hushed you softly, gently rubbing your biceps comfortingly as he stared into your tear-filled eyes, “The last thing on my mind right now is the car. I hadn’t once thought about the car since you called me. You, the kids…that’s all I care about right now. That’s all I care about ever.”

“Okay,” you choked out through a sob, lifting your hands to hide your face as you burst into tears in the middle of the hospital waiting room. 

George’s arms encircled you and he pressed another kiss to your head, cradling you against his chest and surrounding you with his love and comfort. As much as he adored that car, he truly didn’t care about it in that moment as he held you in his arms. He had trusted you with it, knowing you were always a safe driver, but the one thing that he always knew was the scariest part of driving was that you can’t control what anyone else on the road does.

As he held you, he whispered words of reassurance to you, reminding you with a serious, “We can fix up a car…we can get a new car…but I can’t get a new you.”

His comfort had the damns breaking, causing you to let out your bottled up emotions into his neck with a sobbing, “I was so scared.” 

His heart nearly broke at your confession and he rubbed his hand over your back, comforting you in the only way he knew how and the only way he could offer, “I know, my love. I’m here. I got you.”

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You Overhear Fans Being Rude About Him ~ Kim Namjoon

Murmurs of young girls behind you as you cleaned the coffee machine quickly captured your attention. You turned around, smiling softly at the till, waiting for them to fall silent before greeting them.

“He’s just so much better looking in real life,” you overheard one of them say, glancing across once they finally realised you were there.

You knew exactly who they were referring to, the silver haired, shy boy who often sat at the back of your coffee shop, lost in a book or two, with only a hazelnut latte to keep himself company. Of course, you knew who he was, BTS were the talk of the town, and having one of their member’s as a customer certainly attracted many people to the café.

To you, he was just another regular guy. He’d come in, first thing in the morning sometimes, and greet you with a warm smile, and a chirpy tone, enough to pick you up from the lowest of moods.

“Two cappuccinos please,” the other girl spitefully requested, snapping you out of your little daze.

Their whispers continued as you entered the order into the till, the cost popping up on the monitor, taking money from both girls to cover the cost. You hated listening to them speak so poorly of him, just like everyone else he deserved some privacy and respect.

“I reckon he’ll fancy me, maybe open up my top button, really attract his attention,” one of them suggested.

“He likes girls with their hair up, so I’m going to tie mine up into a bun.”

They made it sound like he was an object; you couldn’t believe they were so open in talking about him so rudely. Neither of them cared about who was around them or who was hearing the things they were saying, it was as if it was alright.

The two of them stepped aside whilst you made their drinks, continuing to tune into their conversation. Talk about his laugh, dancing and hair caught your attention, mocking his abilities on and off the stage.

It broke your heart listening to the way the two of them spoke about such a treasured customer, he was at the heart of the community, and so were you.

Once you were done, you took the two mugs, slamming them down, spilling a small amount of both coffees over the side. The two of them flinched, reaching out to take the mugs, only for you to refuse to let go.

“Yes, thank you.”

You tugged the mugs towards you, in turn sending the two of them closer towards you too. “A little bit of advice for the two of you, if you want to get photos and autographs from people, be careful about how you speak about them beforehand.”

Both of their eyes went wide, yanking the mug from you. They both possessed evil, vindictive smirks, but that was never going to intimidate you into backing down from what was right.

“Why don’t you just stay out of our business?”

“That man there is innocent and harmless, I know for a fact, if you go over there, he will be the sweetest soul, unassuming of all the horrific things you’ve just said- “

“-yeah, but- “

“-I’m not finished. I think the two of you need to learn some respect for others and yourselves, he deserves some privacy just like the rest of us, especially from people like you.”

Without saying another word, the two of them headed over to the table by the window. You knew exactly what they were whispering about as they walked away, continuously turning back to look at you, rolling their eyes distastefully.

You knew there was a reason he sat in the back of the café, to hide away from prying eyes and flashing cameras, you couldn’t blame him after all.

Satisfied that the two of them were out of sight, you turned back to the line of customers, blushing when you saw him stood, holding out his empty mug with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Let me guess, hazelnut latte,” you chuckled, taking the mug from him.

He nodded, pressing his hands together, sliding along the counter to the till, placing enough money for two drinks down, sliding it into the palm of your hand.

You put his drink through the till, taking the correct change for his drink, but he stopped you, handing you the additional money too. “I want you to have a drink or something on me, I don’t think you realised how long I was stood there, did you?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“I heard you speak up for me, against those girls, and I really do appreciate it. I’m sick and tired of fake fans, and I think we definitely found two of them there.”

You looked to the floor, beginning to start his drink, hiding the blush you could feel growing on your cheeks. Knowing the two of them would be looking in your direction too brought a whole lot more attention to your conversation.

From the start you definitely took a liking to him, his humble nature and kind soul took you by surprise when you first met him and he introduced himself, but over time you realised how special a customer he was.

“I was just doing my job.”

“You were doing far more than just your job, you were supporting me, and you had my back and that means a lot to me. The least I can do is buy you a drink, or if you don’t want to make it yourself, maybe let me take you out for a drink sometime.”

His mug was placed, refilled, before him, along with the change from your drink. He chuckled, knowing he wasn’t going to win the battle this time around, slipping the money into his back pocket.

“That drink would be nice,” you anxiously giggled, resting your elbows against the wooden counter, resting your head in your hands. “You seem like a nice guy.”

“You must think so after the things you were saying to those girls, I’ve never listened to someone speak so highly of me.”

“You’re a superstar, I’m sure a lot of people have spoken a lot nicer about you than I have. I just work in a café, think of all the millionaire producers who’ve spoken so well of you before.”

He slid along the queue, taking a sip from his coffee, refusing to leave the counter where you stood. You were busy, but he didn’t mind, he was patient, and willing to talk to you desperately.

“Just because you work in a café doesn’t make you any less valuable, if anything, I think more highly of you. I’m still grounded, and it’s people like you who keep me on the ground.” He smiled, resting against the counter.

You nodded, taking the order of the next customer, continuing your conversation with him whilst you did your job. It was part of the job and working with people, multitasking was a definite skill of yours.

“Perhaps I could come back at closing, take you out to one of the pubs down the road, nothing too fancy, just a little something, how does that sound?”

“It sounds lovely, I’ll see you then.”

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