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Little preview of my piece for @phichimettizine at long last! Find the rest in Breathless, available for preorder now on Patreon!!!

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The exclusivity period is over and we can now share our pieces for @yoiangstzine!!! It was so much fun being part of this project, and I’m looking forward to the next!

Last preview for @yoiangstzine which is now available to order!!”

In case you don’t know, this is a fic about my own misadventures at work in the stores I’ve worked at, both with a lot of the same people! So you know things get interesting!

It’s a bit late, but Happy New Years! Here what I have to offer right now!

@yoiroyaltyweek Day 4! And for once I’m not cramming it in at the last minute!

This is just a sort of one shot thing I've been coming up with lately based on the Loverboy AU by @kawaiilo-ren I hope it's okay and I didn't screw this up too much! Sorry if it isn't very good! I've never really written anything for someone else's AU before! >.< ~~~ Two more hours. Two more hours, and I could go home. Well, perhaps not home, exactly, but home enough. A safe place, with Beka and JJ. Two more hours. But my boys were probably just getting home from school. I wanted to be there, welcoming them as they walked in the front door, to tackle them, and tell them how much I'd missed them, and… "Yo, blondie! Where's my coffee?" The man next to me shouted. I turned on him, gritting my teeth. "Don't call me blondie!" I shouted at him. "I have a name!" I pointed to the name tag attached to my shirt right over my heart. Engraved in small block letters were four letters: Y, U, R, and I. I had always thought Yuri was an easy enough name to pronounce. Maybe I had always been wrong. "Yuri, don't yell at the customers." Mila chided as she passed by me, a large platter of food balanced precariously on the fingertips of one hand. I put on the best smile I could as I retrieved the coffee pot, and poured my customer a mug. "And what would you like to eat?" He ordered a BLT, and I put his order in with Georgi in the kitchen. I hid in the corner to check my phone, as I technically wasn't supposed to have my phone on me during my shift. My heart sank when there were no new messages from either Otabek or JJ. Beka, especially, usually texted me at the end of their school day, telling me how excited he was to see me, whether I was working or not. I sighed, sliding my phone back into the waistband of my pants before serving another table I'd taken orders for. I was hoping for a better tip from them than the man I'd snapped at. I didn't expect him to be overly generous with his tip, if he tipped at all. As I went to bus a newly empty table, the bell on the front door jingled. Two men entered, both sporting the same black undercuts. They both talked to and laughed with Mila before she seated them. She stumbled toward me, caught up in a fit of giggles. "Yuri, your undercuts are waiting for you in your section." She sang as she passed. I resisted the urge to shove her as I tightened my ponytail and pulled my notepad from the pouch in my short apron. "Welcome." I said, forcing myself to follow the diner's script. "Can I get you anything to start?" JJ put his elbow on the table, resting his cheek on his fist. "Oh, Yuri. How cute you are when you're at work. How much do I have to tip you now for you to wear cat ears and a tail while you serve us?" Otabek held his thumb up as he looked from his iPod to me, a set of large black stereo headphones over one ear. My whole face burned, and I felt the need to look to my feet. "I'm not doing that." I told them bluntly. JJ stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. "Come on. Please? For us?" I shook my head vigorously. "I don't need Mila making fun of me any more than she does already." "If you just ignore her, then it doesn't matter." He smirked. "Beka, can you make Jean-Jacques shut his pie hole?" I hissed. Otabek kicked JJ under the table, looking back to his iPod. "JJ, shut the hell up. I'm trying to set up a playlist for later." "Add Party Rock for me." He winked, putting up his signature double J's. I could practically hear him saying 'It's JJ Style!' about his absolutely shit music choice. Otabek turned to me with a look that was a cross of down right misery and absolute disgust. "I think I'll have a piece of pie. Apple sounds good, Yura." He said. I jotted it down. "Coming right up. And you, JJ?" "I'll have what Otabek's having. And I'm sure that that will be you later as well." JJ grinned. My face burned again. Why did he have to do that when I was at work? He knew there was a time and place for it, right? "Anything to drink?" JJ grinned larger before Beka kicked his shin again. "We'll both have coffee." Otabek told me before the other man could say anything else. I scrawled out the rest of their order before rushing off to get it filled. I was much more diligent with getting their coffee than I had been with the other man, who grumbled a thanks when I brought him his sandwich. Mila giggled behind me as I served Otabek and JJ their pie. She escaped to the kitchen before I could say anything to her, though. I stalked to the kitchen after her, and she was standing just inside the door waiting for me. Had she been expecting me to follow her? "Why were you laughing, hag?" I hissed. "Your roommates are cute." She replied. "So?" "So, are they single? Especially Otabek. I would like to go out with him on a date, get to know him better. I've wanted to ask him out for a while." Mila giggled again. It was getting annoying. "They're both taken." I hissed. She frowned. "Really? You're sure?" "A boyfriend." I replied. "A boyfriend?" Georgi questioned. "As in they share one?" "It's called polyamory, Georgi. It's a thing in the world." I grinned. "They're mine." I turned, my ponytail whipping out behind me, and went back to the floor. I checked in on my undercuts. They had pushed JJ's pie slice aside, and were taking turns feeding each other forkfuls of flaky pastry and apple filling. "Hey, pretty kitty." JJ winked as his lips wrapped around the end of Otabek's fork. "You know only Beka calls me that, asshole." I meant it as a term of endearment, and he knew it. I called him an asshole all the time. I wanted, more than anything, to sit with them and join in the pie eating. Somehow they drew on the eating of two pie slices to the end of my shift, taunting me more and more each time I passed until they were in the same side of their booth. They exchanged soft, teasing kisses as I passed, tormenting me even more, and it was unnatural to see them both act so soft. "And he's free." JJ said as I stood in front of their booth when my shift was over, my apron hung in the back room. "Took long enough, kitten." Otabek murmured, and it took a great deal of self restraint to not start making out with him. "Can we just go home now?" I asked, begged, although it came out as more of a whine. It was probably showing that I was even just a bit younger than them, but I didn't care. I was going to lose all self control if they weren't careful. "Of course, mon petit chat." JJ briefly dropped into French as he slid out of the booth with Otabek following close after. I led the way to the parking lot and JJ's car. Part of me was saddened that Beka hadn't brought his motorcycle, but I knew that all three of us wouldn't have fit. We all settled into the car for the short ride home. There was tension in the atmosphere. Not negative, angry tension. A more romantic tension. Sexual tension. I knew that all three of us were anticipating what would come when we got to JJ's house and the front door was closed.