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Hi! Can I please request a Mike Wheeler prompt fic with B64? Thank you!
Summary: Mike has two problems, the first problem being you, and the second how he always seems to forget how to speak when he's with you.
Prompt: B64. “Your flirting is so bad it’s adorable.”
A/N: Just a note, this is an AU where Will was never in love with Mike so he can tease Mike about his crush. Also this is the last Mike request ST priority line had </3
TWO PROBLEMS
Mike was not good with words if he tried to charm someone. He wasn’t smooth, he was mainly just awkward if he had a crush. It had always been that way, and he had carried that all the way into adulthood.
When you were present, playing Dungeons and Dragons whenever the group had time for that, he fumbled with his words. His cheeks were flaming hot, and absolutely everyone knew he had feelings for you.
You chuckled if he tried to make a move on you, which was a good sign — probably. So he continued, just hoping he wasn’t coming off as annoying.
Until one day, Will pulled Mike aside while you were all spending time at the playground, kicking a football into an empty goal.
“Just ask them out,” he told Mike. “Trust me, they’ve been waiting for that for months.”
“What? No, they—”
“Your flirting is so bad it’s adorable to them,” he chuckled. “They told me so.”
“They… know I’ve been flirting?”
Will shrugged, glancing towards you laughing with the others. “Yeah. I mean… it’s kind of obvious.”
Mike wrung his hands, looking at his feet. “I… I’m not that obvious.”
Will laughed. “Yeah? You called them gorgeous while handing them a napkin, then tried to correct yourself by claiming you meant the napkin is gorgeous. Do you really think they bought that explanation?”
“…I guess not.”
Will inhaled, putting a hand on Mike’s shoulder. “Okay, so here’s what you’re going to do — you’re talking to them, tonight.”
“Tonight?” Mike echoed.
“Tonight,” he repeated with a nod, before pushing Mike playfully. “And you’re going to ask them out.”
“But what if they say no?”
Will shrugged. “At least then you know. But I’m willing to bet money on that not happening if you want.”
“Maybe not,” Mike muttered, glancing towards you. “Okay. Okay, I will do it.”
—
Getting you alone was harder than he expected. Every time he tried to make up an excuse, someone interjected — but at some point, you seemed to notice he tried to talk to you, and nodded towards the quieter spot by the swings, and Mike gladly followed.
“So Will dragged you back from whatever secret meeting you were having?” you laughed as soon as you made it there. “I saw you were constantly glancing towards us while you were over there.”
Mike bit his lip, before nodding. “I, uh… well, Will helped me with something.”
“Oh?”
"Are you free on Saturday?" he blurted out, before the part of his brain responsible of anxiety could intervene.
You froze for a second and blinked, before you broke into a grin.
“Yeah,” you mumbled. “I am.”
“Great,” he said with a relieved sigh. “So, uh… do you want to uh…”
You interrupted him, “I’d love to.”
“Cool. Good, yeah. Great,” he sputtered out, and offered you a smile of his own before you nodded towards the group, inviting him to walk with you.
Mike caught Will’s eyes briefly, and his friend grinned at him — and Mike realised that maybe being so obvious with flirting wasn’t the worst thing after all.
Hi, Can I get D20 with Lucifer Morningstar (from Lucifer)?, Thanks!
Summary: The owner of Lux decides to show you some fire tricks while you sit at one of the tables.
Prompt: D20. Fire
FIRE TRICK
Visiting the Lux was always an experience. The owner, who called himself the Devil, would go around guests, impressing them, charming them, sometimes leaving them fanning over their faces. Sometimes he would even make people question their sexuality by being so damn charming to them, and tonight he had decided to show fore tricks to club attendees.
And you were completely enamoured by the way he played with the flames on the palm of his hand.
“Ah, you’re curious about this, are you?” he purred, looking at you staring at his hand as he made the flame dance.
You blinked, suddenly aware of the way you had stared at his hand. “I— sorry, it’s just… how are you doing that?”
He smirked, snapping his fist shut, making the flame disappear. “A magician never reveals his tricks, darling. But for someone with your eyes, I think even he could make an exception.”
You cocked your head. “Are you flirting with me, Mr. Morningstar?”
“Mm.” He stepped forward, opening his palm again to produce another flame, before handing it towards you. “Hold out your hand, darling.”
“What?”
“I promise I won’t hurt you.”
You hesitated for a few seconds longer, before you extended your hand, palm up. He put his hand next to you, before tipping the flame into your hand. The flame was warm, but pleasantly so It didn’t hurt.
He chuckled as your eyes widened and mouth hung slightly open. “I told you I’d never hurt you.”
“How are you doing this?”
“I am exactly who I told I am,” he simply replied, still smiling at you. “The Devil.”
“Right.”
He huffed. “You still don’t believe me.”
“You don’t exactly look like the Devil, Mr. Morninstar.”
“Is that a compliment, darling?”
You smiled, batting your eyes at him. “Maybe.”
He took your hand, slowly closing it into a fist, making the flame disappear with a faint hiss. “That so? Well, maybe I’ll show you devilish good time sometime.”
You cocked your head again. “Is this you asking me out?”
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Hi, If you write for Stranger Things Billy Hargrove could I please request a fic with prompt E39. Forbidden love? Thank you!
Summary: If Steve ever found out who you, his sibling, has fallen for, he'd never forgive you. Which is why you always have to meet your secret boyfriend in the dead of night.
Prompt: E39. Forbidden love
A/N: I used to not write romance for him because I pretty much despise his character but I decided to at least try because challenge improves my skills. Other fandoms also have characters who I absolutely hate and have written pretty banger romance/fluff fics for them/fics I'm proud of so :) Though as with any character, I do reserve the right to stop taking requests for him if I start to feel too uncomfortable for any reason.
Also this was the only Billy request ST priority line had, so sorry for all the Billy lovers </3
FORBIDDEN FRUIT
Twenty minutes after your brother fell asleep on the couch, the rerun of second season of Dallas running on the TV, you snuck out of the house.
You snuck out instead of announcing of going out because oh, Steve would kill you if he knew.
Or not you, specifically. He’d kill him. At least he’d try.
Even when you were older than him, he was always so damn protective about any guys you hung out with. And unlucky for him, you had fallen in love with his worst enemy.
Billy stood leaning against the hood of his car, smoking a cigarette as he looked at the houses nearby, the lights, the shadows passing by windows. But the moment he saw you, he stubbed out his cigarette and pulled you into his arms, kissing you passionately. As he pulled away, he smirked. “You're late, sweetheart. I was beginning to wonder if you’d show up at all.”
“I had to wait for a bit, I think Steve is suspicious,” you mumbled, putting your hands on his shoulders. “You know that if he found out, he’d never again let me leave the house.”
“Let him try,” he scoffed, tightening his hold on your body. “I want him to find out, to show him I will never let you go.”
“You are not doing anything,” you warned him, bringing a finger up in front of his face. “You hear me?”
“It would be hot to see you defending me, and your right to be with me.”
You shook your head. “Billy.”
He sighed. “Fine.”
You relaxed again, letting yourself lean against him. “Good.”
His smile reappeared. “But on the other hand… keeping this a secret, and knowing you’re a forbidden fruit kind of turns me on too.”
You huffed, hitting his chest half-heartedly. “Oh, stop it.”
For now, your relationship was kept under wraps, but eventually you knew that it would come to light somehow, and that day was something that would beat any natural disaster there had ever been in history.
Hi! Can I request Archie Hopper + I Knew This Would Be Love by Imaginary Future? Thank you!
Summary: Calling a dating service brought you together with your childhood crush.
I KNEW THIS WOULD BE LOVE
You wouldn’t have believed that you’d ever result into phone dating but still, one day when you were alone, you did it on a whim. Dialling the dating service number and being paired with him of all people, your childhood crush.
You had been embarrassed at first — you didn’t really know why. You wondered if he remembered your lovesick eyes from grade school, if he would turn down the date once he’d see who you were.
The truth was, that you still held some feelings for him, even after all these years. The problem was mainly that thinking about the person you were back in grade school made you want to grimace and burrow under six thick covers so nobody would ever again find you. Seeing him at the street would make your heart race, wondering if he still thought how annoying you were as a child.
He had never said you annoyed him, but you just couldn’t see how anyone would think your behaviour was cute either.
But turned out that it was exactly how he felt about it — he just thought he was misinterpreting and you weren’t interested in him, and were just being friendly.
So, you ended up on that date, and you knew it before even ordering your food that your relationship would turn out to be such a beautiful thing, so much more than neither of you had sought for when you had first called that number.
He called you his happy ending, even though he told you you shouldn’t tell Henry he called you that — the boy had an imagination way wilder than any movie ever made, and you shouldn’t feed into that. Even when he did agree it was strange of him to know you two would end up together, like in the tale of two grasshoppers, who he thought you two were.
But whether it was fate, destiny or luck, you knew it would be love, from the moment you first saw him at that playground many years ago — and you wouldn’t trade it for anything now.
I might send the remaining old (2021) ficlet requests to myself as request asks because I'm bothered about how they look like on my dash and my "old" format (a banner with a gif underneath it) doesn't work like it did before. Saying just because I've used that weird format for a while 😅
If someone is confused what am I talking about, I mean these:
(Especially the JATP one bothers me because the title takes almost the entire screen and that made me realise those actually look ugly and invasive af 🫠 Also in case you're confused why haven't you seen any of these before, they are not yet published, writing the Yennefer one right now. These will start publishing after Enola Holmes 3 requests are out)
I forgot to reblog this earlier but thank you for the rec Rowan ❤️ (To anyone who sees this through me, if you like any of Joe Keery's characters, check this list (and Rowan's blog) out! 😊 If you aren't into any of Joe's characters, she's also planning to expand the catalogue of fandoms and characters she writes for soon so I still recommend keeping an eye on her as this gurl can write!!)
Dustin Henderson with B62 and C6 please! Thank you!
Summary: You have always loved Dustin — but he doesn't feel the same.
Prompt: B62. “I have always loved you.” + C6. “I never loved you.”
A/N: This is the last Dustin request ST priority line had </3 So sorry to leave it to something this short and angsty.
IT'S OVER
You had watched it happen — watching the boy you loved slowly turn into someone you didn’t recognize. Grief carved him in a way that made him another person. Colder, more aggressive, dismissive. But you stood by him through it all, and swore you’d never leave him.
Until one day, when he had invited you to that park where you had shared your first kiss all that time ago, and he hit you with the news the moment you sat down next to him.
“This doesn’t work,” he mumbled.
Your heart stopped. “What?”
“Our relationship. It’s been over for a while now.”
“Dustin—”
“I mean it,” he interrupted you. “It’s not working, and it has never worked.”
“No, Dustin, listen—” your voice broke, but you forced yourself to keep going. I have always loved you.”
“Well,” he said quietly, “I never loved you.”
The silence after that was the loudest you had ever heard before. Your ears rang, thoughts were screaming, tears welling up in your eyes.
But you swallowed, forcing yourself to stand upright, to meet his eyes. “Fine.”
Dustin nodded, before turning away, leaving you standing there with a broken heart filled with grief and bubbling anger. After everything you had gone through, he thought it was proper to leave you like that.
What you didn’t know, though, was that from the moment he turned away, his own tears started to fall, but he held himself back from sobbing until he knew he was out of sight.
It was better this way, even if he didn’t want to end it like this. Making you angry at him was infinitely better than see you hurt, dying, even having Vecna using you against him. He told himself he did it to protect you, even if he knew that wasn’t true, and he actually did it to protect himself. He couldn’t take another loss, not after Eddie, and to prevent that he had to let you go.
He could just hope the hurt would end soon enough.
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can i get prompt A30 with kurt wagner (preferably from the older xmen)? and it's platonic not romantic. thanks :))
Summary: Sometimes Kurt has problems to remember how people should function.
Prompt: A30. “Please don’t use my toothbrush again.”
A/N: I used the og Kurt gif, but you can also read this with new Kurt as I didn't use anything that only applies to og Kurt.
THE CASE WITH A TOOTHBRUSH
Shared bathrooms always had their own problems, but one thing you trusted was that your shelf wouldn’t be touched — until one morning, you found your toothbrush bent slightly, and the blue strand of hair on the handle left no other suspects than a certain mutant who liked to poof around the mansion.
You found Kurt from the library — he often spent time there before classes. He looked up the moment you appeared to the doorway and grinned.
“Guten Morgen!” he cheerfully said, but his smile died down the moment you held up your toothbrush. “Ah,” he muttered.
“Yes, ah,” you agreed.
He wrung his hands on his lap. “I thought… I did not find mine, so I thought perhaps, well, we are friends, so you would not mind—”
“Kurt,” you interrupted him. “It doesn’t matter we are friends. I don’t want to put something that has been in someone else’s mouth in my mouth, even if your mouth doesn’t have anything disgusting living there. Please don’t use my toothbrush again.”
He bowed his head in shame, his ears going flat against his head. “Ja. I am sorry. I am very sorry. I swear I will never again even look at your toothbrush. I will buy you a new one— no, I will buy you two new ones. And I will mark my own toothbrush with a permanent marker.”
You felt like smiling at his overflowing regret, but forced your expression remaining sour. “You’d better.”
“…I truly am sorry.”
You sighed. “I expect the two toothbrushes on my desk by the end of the day.”
He nodded, putting the book aside. “Ja. I will get them for you. I will get them for you now.”
He poofed away the next second, and you chuckled a little — some parts of life when Kurt lived next to your room was certainly full of different events.
Hii! Can I please request a shuffle song fic with Steve Harrington? Thank you so much!
Summary: When you start losing hope, Steve gives you a pep talk.
A/N: My first shuffle song fic request since 2021!!!
And the shuffle rolls... Fleurie - Soldier
SOLDIER
You were exhausted. You wanted to stop, to close your eyes and ears from the burning world — forget about everything for just a while. You were just so tired of caring and holding everything on your shoulders.
But at the same time you knew that stopping wasn’t an option, you just had to keep marching on through it all. Just keep your head down, close away your feelings and exhaustion. Because the group was the only thing that would save the world, and you were crucial in it. They needed all the help they could have, and your desire to just ignore everything was not an option.
Tonight, Steve brought you to watch the sunset from his car, on top of the highest hill in Hawkins. He knew you were exhausted about everything happening lately, and you could guess he brought you there to make you talk to him.
It took a while, just staring at the orange hues of the sky, but eventually you made yourself talk.
“I can’t do it anymore,” you muttered, wiping your eyes before tears could fall. “I have to, I know, but Steve, I’m just so tired.”
He sighed, and reached over, his fingers interlacing yours. “I know.”
You took in a shaky breath, squeezing his hand. “This all just seems so pointless. It feels like Vecna will win, he’s just playing with us, and when he leashes his full power, we won’t be anything more than sludge of blood and intestines on the floor.”
He was quiet for a moment, looking at your joined hands. “I feel like that too sometimes.”
You looked up, surprised. “You do?”
He nodded. “I think all of us do. Nobody wants to keep fighting, but we force ourselves to, because the only other option is letting Vecna win and kill everyone and everything we love. We don’t wake up and feel good about the thought of getting to whack some Demogorgons today.”
You frowned. “Yeah, but… the motivation. Everyone else seems so motivated to keep fighting him.”
He cupped your cheek with his other hand. “The motivation isn’t out of pure want to keep going. It’s like… a duty. We have Eleven, and Eleven needs our help to destroy Vecna. There may be others, but we are the only ones who she can fully trust.”
You swallowed, dipping your head down and closing your eyes, a tear slipping out from your eye. “It’s just so hard.”
“I know.”
“I fear I might break, slow you down.”
He nudged you slightly, making you look at him again. “You won’t. You’re too strong for that. When we’re out there at the field, you’re always such a badass who makes me proud.”
You looked at him for a moment, before he leaned in, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “We will get through this,” he murmured against your skin. “Even when you don’t feel like that right now.”
Hello! Could you do Frodo Baggins + Dreams by The Cranberries? Thank you very much!
Summary: You've always had bad experiences whenever you've been a relationships, and forming a crush on a certain hobbit makes you wary at first, even when you'd like to see where would it go.
A/N: Reminder to everyone, as this has been a small problem lately: prompt fics are blurbs on default nowadays (again), meaning they can be very short sometimes, which can even mean 200-300 words. It was this way before 2023 and I just feel like some stuff works better as a blurb. :)
A DREAM TO ME
Developing a crush was really not what you wished for when you joined the Fellowship. But here you were, finding yourself dreaming about that very man who you all were supposed to protect.
You knew that falling in love with him was out of the question — if he would be in danger, you could make rushed decisions out of fear.
Damn it.
Stop it, you told yourself. You know better than this.
You did, that was true. You and relationships didn’t get along — you’d always end up with a broken heart, so you eventually made a decision that you’d never again fall in love.
And yet, Frodo Baggins had now taken your heart and ran with it.
It had started small, like those things usually began. You started paying attention to his smile, his laugh, the way he frowned when he was concentrating. And soon, most things he did just made you fall deeper.
You are pathetic, you thought one evening when you had stared at him for what felt like hours.
You pulled your knees into your chest, forcing yourself to turn your eyes back to the fire.
Why is it so difficult to remember for you, your mind told you. Relationships never end well for you. You are not fit for them, they just end up hurting you.
You knew that. Trying to get closer to Frodo that way would be a mistake, something that would pay you dearly.
And yet.
Sometimes you thought you saw him looking at you — with a soft expression, mirroring the one you looked at him with.
Sometimes you caught Gandalf looking between you and Frodo and chuckling, as if he saw something going on.
Gimli had barked at you once that when you’ll confess to each other, because “he can’t look at the tension any longer”.
And the worst thing was that you felt that too, the tension. The way you both were awkward and shy around each other. But still, your mind kept screaming that you shouldn’t go through with it, that it would just end up hurting you.
You could only hope it would pass, and you would be able to be part of the Fellowship like you were supposed to be, without any foolish feelings towards anyone in the group. Especially not Frodo.
But you knew that sooner or later, the tension would break and the truth would come out — and you hoped that this time would actually heal your broken heart.
Hi can I request a word prompt with Dustin Henderson and D17. Smile please? Thank you :)
Summary: Dustin and you share a common interest to technology, and Dustin would do anything to see you smile.
Prompt: D17. Smile
A/N: Reminder to everyone, as this has been a small problem lately: prompt fics are blurbs on default nowadays (again), meaning they can be very short sometimes, which can even mean 200-300 words. It was this way before 2023 and I just feel like some stuff works better as a blurb. :)
SMILE
Dustin couldn’t stop talking. He’d tried first, but as soon as you told him your theories of those strange electromagnetic fields coming from the stars during the full moon, he just blew up into his own theories.
And that’s how you had ended on his bedroom carpet, looking through his brand new transmitter that he had built for months. He just kept going as you inspected the device — and that’s when he saw it.
You were smiling whenever you looked up at him.
It wasn’t a fake smile, it wasn’t a polite one, it wasn’t an awkward one — it was a real one. One that reached your eyes, one that made blood rushing to his cheeks immediately.
He’d like to think it was one that had stars twinkling in your eyes whenever you looked at him, one that was reserved only for him. One of like Steve had teased him about.
“What?” he forced himself to say, and you shook your head.
“Nothing,” you mumbled. “I just… it’s adorable how much you love talking about this stuff.”
His face would explode any moment, he was sure of it.
“Y-yeah. I really do,” he said, lowering his voice a little.
Your smile widened a fraction, before you turned your eyes back to the device, and Dustin raised his notes in front of his face a little, hoping you wouldn’t see a dust of pink coating his cheeks.
I’d talk forever if it meant you kept looking at me like that, he thought, before he started explaining about his theory again, now struggling to keep his voice from shaking slightly. Oh, he was down bad, and Steve would have an absolute field day once he heard about this.
Hi, Can I get Kaz Brekker + Natural by Imagine Dragons? Thanks!
Summary: You thought your boss is stone hearted, and that you'd never have any chances for him, but then Inej tells you something that surprises you.
A/N: Song based fics should be under 1k words, but this just kept going and when I was done, I looked at the word count and blinked because I seriously thought this is like 700-800 words MAX. I wrote this so quickly wth.
NATURAL
When Kaz first hired you to work at the Slat, you quickly learned a few things — your boss had cast his heart away long ago and replaced it with one made of stone.
It was natural, if you were honest. This was Ketterdam, after all, a place where you either were hunting or got hunted. But Kaz was a far more extreme version of how Ketterdam treated her children, and you often had wondered if Kaz had ever felt love of any kind. He had said Ketterdam was his mother who birthed him at the harbor. Did that mean he had gotten abandoned by his family?
Questions had built along with your interest — and against everything you expected, you started to grow closer to him after a while. He pretended he didn’t acknowledge it, but he did ask you to his office more often than he had before, and asked you questions he hadn’t asked before. Your opinion of certain people, mostly, knowing you held a lot of information of the merchants at the Northeast side of Ketterdam, having grown with their children.
It had surprised you first, that he’d listen to you rather than his spider, but you still provided all info you could to him, anything that could help in their upcoming heist. It wasn’t like you held any affection for those merchants or especially their children, and were just glad to know Kaz would make them rip their hair off their heads.
Kaz also started giving you more authority. You had been just a bartender first, but now you were already in charge of them — doing shifts of your own, but you were in charge of other’s shifts.
—
It was during one of your shifts when Inej first told you.
“He told me to start following you home across the rooftops a while ago,” she suddenly muttered, as she saw you looking towards Kaz’s office door.
“Kaz?” you asked, frowning. “Why on earth would he do that?”
She took a sip of her drink. “I believe he’s worried and wants to make sure you’ll make it home safely. Even if he doesn’t call it that.”
“He what?” you almost exclaimed, but held it back at the last moment, making it sound like a choked whisper instead. “Since when?”
She smirked. “A few months.”
A few months? And you had never suspected a thing?
You glanced towards his office door again. “Did he say why he wants you to follow me?”
Inej sighed, swirling the liquid in her glass. “You know how he is.”
“So you might be wrong? Maybe he’s just stressed, or—”
She shook her head. “Nina also hears his heart jumping every time he sees you.”
You fell silent at that, turning to look at the counter, the rag you held in your hand. You opened your mouth, trying to make up an excuse, but all that came out was, “Oh.”
Inej bowed her head with a small smile. “You should talk to him.”
—
You didn’t knock like you usually did. It was more like fingernails quietly scratching wood, but Kaz still heard it.
“Come in.”
You frowned — he never had his door unlocked like that. But you still opened the door slowly to see him sit behind his desk, writing something on parchments, papers and maps scattered around the table. He didn’t look up.
“Shift’s done,” you told him. “I sent Lieve home early, she was feeling sick.”
He moved the paper aside to look at one underneath it, before putting it back on top of it. “I know. You locked the door?”
You nodded. “Yes.”
Silence. His quill scratched against paper, and you heard your heart thumping in your ears. Say it.
“Inej talked to me tonight.”
He stopped writing, and glanced up. He met your eyes, but then lowered his eyes back down and continued writing.
“Did she,” he just said, and you could hear he already guessed what you had talked about.
“She… she said you had told her to follow me home for months. Is that true?”
“Ketterdam is dangerous,” he replied, sighing. “You’re a valuable asset. It would be an inconvenience to lose you.”
“An inconvenience.”
“An expensive one.”
You felt your heart dropping a little bit, and your face fell into your toes. “Oh.”
Silence again.
“Did you expect my answer to be something different?” he suddenly said, and you looked up again.
“No,” you said first, but then shook your head. “Yes.”
He looked at you again, this time holding your gaze. “Elaborate.”
“Last month, you asked me up here and asked what kind of drink I prefer. You had never asked it before. And then you suddenly started having a cup of tea for me whenever you asked me up,” you started, words flowing now uncontrollably. “And last week, you kicked out a customer because he was being rude to me — and I later found out you had instructed the doormen to not let him in ever again. You never do such things with anyone else. You told Rotty it was a policy issue.”
Kaz said nothing.
You shifted. “Was it a policy issue?”
“He has loose lips. He would have been trouble.”
“No,” you sighed, shaking your head. “That’s not why.”
He stared at you in silence. His jaw clenched slightly.
You took a careful step closer. “Inej says you’re worried about me. That you… care about me, and not in a way you care about others.”
He huffed, laying his eyes on the parchment again, and kept writing. “Don’t make it into something it isn’t.”
“I’m not doing anything,” you mumbled. “I just… I know we have something, Kaz, something beyond a relationship between an employee and a boss.”
Kaz stopped writing again, and you saw his throat working. You almost saw him struggling to say things he wanted to say, and you started to feel like you’re pushing him to do too much, too quickly.
So you took a step backward. “I think I should—”
"The chair," he said suddenly. "You come here. You sit in that chair. It's easier to think. When you're in the room." He was quiet for a moment. "I don't entirely know what to do with that."
You immediately felt your heart fluttering. “You don’t have to do anything, if you’re not ready.”
He didn’t reply again. You bit your lip, a wide gring threatening to break through. “I have an early shift. See you tomorrow, and… let’s talk more then?”
He didn’t reply anything again, but you could see the faintest nod, before you nodded yourself. “Good night, Kaz.”
You left his office with the biggest smile on your face — you would have never believed your crush on Kaz would end like this.
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Is the MC/YN in your Ratatouille stories a worker at La Ratatouille?
Depends on which ones do you mean? All my current fics for that movie have been requested (as in there's no fics that I made up the plot for), and if the request asked me to make reader work at the restaurant or implied they're Linguini's/Colette's work partner, I obliged by that guideline.
