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Moiety  (Mats Hummels Imagine)

“I just don’t see why you’re that into him,” your life-long friend and coworker, Andrew, adamantly protested while stocking up for tonight’s eventual shit-show, “I mean, he kind of seems like a douche,” he added, while folding the napkins for each sumptuous place setting, while you began to assort the name cards. You arduously took out both Mr. and Mrs. Hummels name cards and placed them next to each other.

“Yeah,” you half-heartedly confessed, “It’s more of just a physical relationship,” you lied. But that couldn’t be further from the truth of the situation. From the way he vehemently despised when you watched Game of Thrones without him, to the way you two had ‘pizza and chill’ nights, things were never just purely physical. Granted the age gap between you two raised eyebrows, and his marital status didn’t help your circumstance, you couldn’t help but feel incomplete without him by your side.

“Just try and relax tonight,” Andrew cautioned as he left to re-stock the bar with Grey Goose, “And don’t let that asshole fuck you over from getting a bomb-ass tip.”

As each minute in the hour achingly passed, you became increasingly nervous anticipating the impending arrival of Bayern Munich. ‘He probably won’t even acknowledge your existence,’ you deliberated to yourself as you mindlessly shined the silverware, ‘you were eternally going to be his designated side chick.’

“The eagle has landed, I repeat the eagle has landed,” your manager hissed authoritatively at his dinner shift employees, engendering quizzical looks from his audience. “Didn’t anybody read the emails?” your manager pleaded while repetitively tapping on his clipboard.

“I can promise you Jerry, nobody read your stupid emails,” Andrew remarked while taking his place behind the bar, and exchanging mutual ‘I-hate-him’ glances with you.

“Anyways,” Jerry protested, tactically ignoring Andrews remarks, “The eagle is Bayern Munich, and they are here now!” Thomas Müller, Robert Lewandowski, and Manuel Neuer were the first of the bavarians to boisterously enter your restaurant, as Jerome Boateng and Philipp Lahm followed suit.

“Where the hell is he?’ you thought to yourself as Andrew gently nudged your arm and mouthed, “Is that him and his wife?” It took you all of one glance to be able to identify Mats. All you had to do was look for a man with a 6’3 muscular frame, hickory brown curls, and who was decked out in an all-black suit from Hugo Boss.

“Yep that’s him,” you dejectedly sighed to Andrew as he hastily grabbed your hand.

“Hey, cheer up,” he surmised, “Just think about that tip at the end of the day.” You smiled half-heartedly to the former basketball-player-turned-bartender, and confidently strided towards Bayern Munich’s extensive table.

“Good evening,” you announced vociferously to the assemblage of people. “My name’s y/n and I will be taking care of you all tonight,” you added despite Mats’s abrupt coughing fit in the corner. “Can I get you all anything to drink besides water?” you questioned, failing to miss a beat of the conversation.

“I’ll take one of the cranberry juices, please,” Robert’s wife happily piped, provoking more people to request drink orders.

As you had finished taking everyone’s drink orders except Mats, you turned to him and articulately speculated, “Can I get you anything to drink besides water Sir,” causing him fervidly to shake his head in resistance.  

As you departed from the table, you intentionally used the positouch system behind the bar to give Andrew synopsis of the situation at hand. “How’s it going out there, kid?” Andrew mused while watching you punch-in the drink orders.

“Not good,” you admitted, “but things could always be worse.” You felt pairs of eyes read the drink orders over your shoulder, precipitating the resonant vibrations of the blender as the liquids were being mixed. You scrutinized every tender touch and each romantic gesture between Mats and his wife, evoking a wave impassioned jealousy to overcome you.

“You know what Andrew,” you distinctly avowed while loading the alcoholic beverages onto your platter, “I’m done with him.” Before Andrew could reply, you had already migrated back over to the table, and were in the midst of unloading each drink to their respective guest. “Have you all had enough time to look over the menu?” you enthusiastically asked while Mats continued bypass any glances that could lead to locking onto your gaze. Suddenly, you heard the gravelly sound of a voice you could make from a mile away.

“May-um- I discuss the payment for this dinner with you in private?” Mats questioned amidst his teammates resonant sounds of his teams disapproval.

“You can’t pay for this dinner yourself,” Thomas declared spiritedly while the rest of the Bavarians voiced their approval of Thomas’s sentiments.

“But I want to,” Mats concluded while hastily getting up from his placing a hand cordially on your shoulder. “Now me and- I’m sorry what’s your name?

“y/n,” you cheered, trying to drown out the compulsion to slap Mats.

“Ah yes, y/n- are going to discuss the bill,” he finished, ushering you swiftly to the closed-off server station near the staircase. As you two walked towards the staircase, Mats continuously shot you I-cant-believe-your-here glares, despite the fact that this was, your work. “Three questions,” Mats spat as he closed the discreetly closed the door quietly behind the two of you, “One, what the hell are you doing here? Two, why the fuck are you talking to that creep behind the bar? And three, why the hell didn’t you warn me?”

You bit your bottom lip in exasperation, and shook you head in disbelief. “How about? One, this is my work. I’ve only told you, I don’t know, maybe seven times? Two, that creep’s name is Andrew, and he also happens to be my best friend,” you exaggerated. “And three, I just found out today, from the fucking hostess, that the entirety of Bayern Munich was showing up for dinner, so don’t pin the blame on me,” you cautioned. As you reached for the door, Mats sidestepped you, using his six foot body to serve as a blockade.

“Best friend, huh?” Mats chuckled while he rolled his eyes, dissipating what was left of your tolerance for his demeanor.

“Yeah, he is my fucking best friend, Mats. And you know what? Your opinion of him has no relevance to this discussion.” you unwaveringly asserted causing Mats to interject.

“Then your best friend is Munich’s leading drug pusher,” he said matter-of-factly. You raised your eyebrows at him while Mats smirked. You hated how he was able read every social situation and how he could pick up on aspects that what to him, seemed like, “the most obvious things.” “See,” he pointed out, as the two of you stood in propinquity, watching Andrew’s actions through the crack of the door. Andrew gave his surroundings a once over, before sliding a ziplock bag filled with a powdery and porcelain substance towards the man sitting across the bar.

The muscles of Mats’s arms wrapped possessively around your waist, as he pressed the flesh of his lips against the nerve endings on your neck, eliciting undercurrent moans from your behalf. “Mats,” you stammered, as he began running the edge of his teeth against your sensitive skin, “We can’t, um, do this here,” you painfully rationalized.

“We can’t?” Mat’s questioned, while gradually sinking his teeth onto the delicate surface between your shoulder and your jaw.

“I could get fired,” you croaked, while sinking the cusp of your nails into his arms.

“Okay,” Mats acquiesced, playing with locks of hair in your ponytail. “But,” he spitefully whispered into your ear, “I don’t want to see you talking to that low-life again.” “If you do,” he cautioned, while aggressively nipping the sensitive portion of your neck, “there will be repercussions.”

“Really?” you taunted incredulously while Mats began to fix the collar of your shirt. “And what would those said repercussions entail?” you tempted coyly.

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