#diner!au

[noacfslut]

hot to go! - matty healy

order up, i'm hot to go!

working as a waitress at a diner could be quite a drag, at least it was until you started getting a certain curly haired regular who was determined to break down your 'hard to get' act each week through flirtatious banter and dirty jokes that had your cheeks flushed pink. but who were you to complain when he tipped so well and was so nice to look at? (diner!au <3)

inspired by HOT TO GO! by chappell roan <3

minors do not interact!

tags: 18+, matty is so unbelievably cheeky and flirty in this, like it's kind of insane, slow burn (in terms of anything physical), two idiots falling in love one chocolate milkshake at a time, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, praise, overstimulation, cum play if you squint

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“Order up!” You heard from behind you as you poured a cup of coffee into a mug, the sound of a bell dinging shortly after. You huffed, setting the coffee pot back down into its home, gripping the hot mug between your fingers as you turned to grab the hot plate off of the serving window, one of the cooks smiling through the empty space at you as you slid the plate off of the silver metal hatch. “That was quick.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at the cook, Nick, huffing as you shook your head softly. You were turning on your heels before he could tease you any further, zig zagging through the other servers behind the counter, dropping off the mug filled with coffee to the older gentleman sitting at the very end of the counter in the last barstool before turning the corner and making your way to a table that sat a couple. 

“Sorry about the wait, they were cooking more onion rings back there.” You apologized with a small smile, sliding the plate of food over to the man who had been waiting to receive his plate, the woman across from him having already had hers for a few minutes now. They both were quick to assure you that it was fine, thanking you. “Is there anything else I can get for you guys?”

You nodded kindly when they declined your offer, turning on your heels to check on the booth behind the couple, cleaning up their empty plates and accepting the cash tip with a smile. You balanced the empty plates on the palm of your hand as you made your way back up to the counter, handing them off to the bus boy - Johnny, before leaning back against the counter and crossing one of your heels over the other. 

Wednesdays were prone to dragging by, always the slowest day of the week, constantly checking the time on the clock that hung on the wall surrounded by old highway signs and coca cola advertisements. There just wasn’t enough customers to keep yourself busy, causing the minutes to drag by like hours and have you resisting the urge to pull your hair out as you listened to the same twenty songs playing out of the digital jukebox on a constant loop - normally the chatter in the diner drowned out the sound of the playlist your boss, Tony, refused to stray away from. But with the few people scattered around the diner, it was hard not to focus on the sound of Elvis Presley singing Jailhouse Rock for what felt like the millionth time since you clocked in this afternoon. 

You were staring down at your manicured nails when Ruth, who was arguably your favorite coworker here, slid into the open space next to you and knocked her shoulder against your own to draw your attention up to her - tilting her head to the side. 

“Who is that?” You felt your eyebrows scrunch together ever so softly, eyes sliding over in the direction that Ruth had tilted her head in and landing on a boy you were positive that you had never seen around here before, sure that you would remember someone like him. 

The stranger looked like he just walked straight out of Grease with the way his curly hair was ever so slightly pushed back, ringlets of curls falling over his forehead as he stared down at the menu on the table before him - dark eyes scanning over the various options, you could see his eyebrow twitching in distress from all the way across the diner.

Even though you were sure you had never seen him around before, you couldn’t help but think that he looked as though he belonged there. Sitting in the red booth with a leather jacket covering arms that you would bet money on being covered in tattoos, your eyes scanned over his frame unashamed, only because he had no clue your eyes were on him - taking in the sight of the remainder off his outfit, all black and dangerous, almost as if the universe was sending you warning signs before you could even approach him. 

You watched as he chewed on the inside of his cheek as he continued to flip through the menu of the diner, clearly growing more frustrated as he turned over page after page, running a hand through his hair in aggravation and - oh, did you like the sight of that. His fingers passing through his dark, slightly damp hair, you could only assume it must have been raining outside - the stray droplets on the leather of his jacket confirmed your suspicions. Long, thick, rough fingers that would feel so good running along the expanse of your body, down to the inside of your thighs and sliding inside -

You cleared your throat, forcing away the thoughts in your mind with it, straightening your back against the counter and smirking. “Dibs.”

“Hey!” Ruth gasped, shaking her head when you just winked at her in return as you tighten your ponytail, smoothing out the skirt of your uniform before sauntering over to the mysterious man who was already the most exciting part of your day.

Your converse covered feet clicked against the black and white checkered tile of the diner, your heart rate picking up in pace and face heating the closer you got to the stranger, quickly realizing that he was impossibly more attractive up close. He could feel your presence next to the booth, glancing up at you with eyes that slightly widened and immediately brightened when they landed on you.

You held back a snort when his dark brown eyes scanned over your frame, one of his thick eyebrows raised ever so slightly as he drank in the sight of your bare legs - men. 

You bit back a smile, clearing your throat before you introduce yourself, his dark eyes back on your face, hanging onto your every word and causing you to stumble a couple of times through the practiced spiel you spoke to every single customer that came through the diner - embarrassed that he already had this much of an affect on you. The boy with curly hair nodded softly when you told him your name, seeming as though he was in a daze as his dark eyes strayed from your face once more to drag down the expanse of your body as if he was trying to memorize every freckle and curve. 

It was only when you shifted your weight between your feet, the heat of his stare becoming too much for you to handle, did the mysterious boy clear his throat and find his voice to speak to you. “Hi, Mat-” His voice cracking, high in pitch. Clearing his throat once more, a twinge of pink spreading along his cheekbones, the sight of him flustered by your presence was impossibly endearing - the blush creeping up his neck making him even more attractive and even more difficult to focus on the task at hand. His voice was now much deeper as he opened his mouth to try again. “Hi, I’m Matty.”

You smiled softly, running your eyes along his face unashamed, thinking that the name suited him. “Hi, Matty.” 

The boy, Matty, shifted against the red leather of the booth while clearing his throat once more. “Hi.”

The two of you stared at one another for a beat, holding eye contact until you couldn’t take it anymore, breaking away from it while fighting a smile off of your face. You shook your head softly as you pulled your notepad from the apron tied around your waist, tilting your head to the side slightly as you glanced over the top of the paper at him, only to see his dark eyes still staring at you - the both of you breaking into a fit of soft laughter at catching the other. You shook your head more intensely this time, shaking the nerves as you took a deep breath to calm down the pounding of your heart, bringing the pen up to the notepad and ready to actually do your job. “You ready to order?”

Matty inhaled a breath so deep that it puffed his cheeks out, exhaling it in a tight laugh as he tossed down the menu that he had been holding in his hand. “Can I be honest?” Matty brought his long, distracting fingers to the back of his head to scratch his neck. “I have no fucking clue.”

You couldn't help the giggle that tumbled from your lips, your shoulders shaking and your head following suit. “In your defense, it is a really big menu.”

“Oh, it’s massive.” Matty agreed through a laugh of his own, nodding in agreement. “I don’t know how you remember it all.”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, tilting your head to the side and giving an overly bright smile. “Must be this big brain of mine.”

“Oh,” Matty nodded, a smile spreading steady over his face as he leaned back in the booth, tossing a leather jacket covered arm over the back of it. “She’s got beauty and brains, I see.”

You cursed the red that tainted your cheeks, turning your head into your shoulder to try and hide it from the boy staring up at you but you knew he had already noticed the effect his bold words had on you if the look he was giving you told you anything. You shook your head, staring down at the frilly socks that peaked out over the top of your high top converse. Matty took pity on you, clearing his throat once more to ease the tension he had created. “What do you recommend?”

Normally when first time customers asked you this question, you wanted to rip your hair out, why couldn't they just pick something off of the menu and go about their day? But now that Matty was curious, you found yourself desperate to think of something that he would love, eager to please and impress him. “Uhm.” You swallowed thickly as he stared up at you expectantly. “A burger, maybe? You can’t go wrong with a good classic, right?”

“Alright.” Matty nodded, taking your suggestion without any form of argument, sliding the menu across the table and closer to you - the laminated edges brushing against your thigh in the process. “Throw me in a chocolate milkshake too, will you, darling?”

You had just gotten your cheeks back to normal only for him to have the blood rushing back to them at the nickname. You were used to being flirted with on the job, sure that you had heard every pick up line under the sun at this point, but something about the way it fell from Matty’s pink, plump lips had your stomach in a whirl. 

“You got it.” You smiled, blindly reaching down to grab the menu off of the table, not wanting to look away from his face - wanting to study every crevice and cranny so you would never forget it. You hadn’t realized that his hand had lingered on the menu until your fingers were brushing against his own, blaming the jolt you felt from the touch of his skin against your own on static, swallowing thickly and quick to scoop the menu up and into your arms - desperate to put some space between the two of you so you could actually breathe and have it reach down to your lungs.

Matty’s eyes were heavy on you, dark and dangerous and all but gleaming up at you. You shot him a tight smile, nodding your head down at him before turning on your heels and nearly sprinting to the front of the diner, tossing the laminated menu off to the side so you could grab onto the tiled counter with both hands. Your head hung between your shoulders as you released a breath you hadn’t even realized you had been holding in, only having a moment of alone time before Ruth was crowding your space. 

“Should I clear the restaurant out so the two of you can fuck? I mean Jesus.” Ruth teased, you forced out a laugh in return, heart pounding against your ribcage - embarrassed that Matty still had such an affect on you even with the distance between the two of you. “He was looking at you like he’d rather eat you for dinner.”

You couldn’t even argue with Ruth because she was right, he had been staring at you like he could eat you alive in front of everyone, the idea was tempting. But you found yourself shaking your head before you could allow yourself to go down that rabbit hole. “It wasn’t like that.”

“You can’t be serious.” Ruth laughed through a scoff, glancing over in the direction you had just come from. “I mean, he’s literally still staring at you right now.”

“Oh my god.” You groaned, grabbing her arm and pulling her in a way that forced her body to turn away from Matty, as you had been standing. “It doesn’t matter how he’s looking at me, I can’t do it.”

“Are you-” Ruth cut herself off to huff. “Why can’t you? He’s hot, he’s into you, like-” Ruth cut herself off again in favor of looking over her shoulder to confirm that Matty was still staring over at them. “Really into you.” You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut and gripping the counter tighter. “I mean, you were just telling me how long it’s been since, you know.” You shot a glare your friend's way at her words, causing her to raise her hands in defense. “Look, I’m just saying that I think this could be really good for you.”

You sighed once more, holding your breath before finding the courage to look over your shoulder yourself, immediately making eye contact with dark, dangerous eyes. Matty smiled when he noticed you looking back at him, raising his hand to wave softly at you. You groaned, turning around to drop your head between your shoulders again. “I can’t.”

“But-” 

You cut Ruth off before she could even argue. “I’ll have my fun flirting with him while he’s here and forget about him as soon as he pays, he’s probably just passing through town.” You huff, taking your arms off of the counter and standing more straight up. “I’ll never see him again.”

“Exactly.” Ruth stressed. “Even more reason to just go for it. You’ll never see him again.”

You fixed your friend with a look that had her rolling her eyes. “Fine. But you’re not allowed to complain to me about your needs ever again, I tried to help you out.”

You snorted, shaking your head through a laugh. “Deal.”

So you soaked up the little time you had with Matty, giggling at his jokes and blushing at his advances until it eventually came time for him to pay his bill and leave you behind - but not before asking you for your phone number, scratching the back of his neck out of nerves as he did so. You felt bad rejecting him, doing so with a smile, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to hand out your phone number to another guy just to wait around for a call that would never come. You could tell by looking at Matty that he had a line of women that would wrap laps around the diner, you weren’t special, you were just entertaining for the night. He’d forget about you in the morning and you couldn’t stomach the thought, not when you knew you’d never forget about him. 

You teased Matty to ease the disappointment in his shoulders. “You’ll have to come back to get it.”

The words hurt to say, knowing deep down that you’d never see him again, yet still trying to  delude yourself into thinking they were true. Hard to face reality when Matty was staring down at you with a smug smile and promising that he’d be back to get it before walking out of the diner and out of your life for what you thought was forever. 

Oh, if only you fucking knew. 

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“Right, sorry.” Your voice was tight, as tight as your jaw as you swallowed down what you really wanted to say to the customer sitting in the booth beneath you. “I’ll get this fixed for you.”

You shot the brightest, fakest smile you could muster up at the middle aged blonde woman in the booth before grabbing the plate from the table, waiting until you were three steps away from her before rolling your eyes and dropping the fake theatrics all together. “Why the fuck would I have known you wouldn’t want bacon on a bacon cheeseburger?” You mumbled to yourself, cursing the woman, as you walked back up to the front of the diner.

You turn around to push the door to the kitchen open with your shoulder, immediately feeling eyes on you as you make your way over to the counter next to the stove and toss the plate full of fresh, hot food onto it with a hefty sigh. “Hey, now, don’t come back here with that type of attitude.” 

You laughed softly, bringing your hands up to rub at your face out of frustration, peeking through your fingers at the man that the teasing tone belonged to. Ricky stared at you with a raised eyebrow, a glimmer of playfulness in his dark eyes. “Sorry, I’m just-” You cut yourself off, deeming that the gesture of choking the air was a better explanation than any words could have expressed. “you know?” 

A mixture of laughter echoed throughout the kitchen, the men back in the kitchen all stopping their task at hand to listen to you complain about the awful day you were having - about the cup of coffee you had dropped within the first hour of your shift, the ceramic shattering against the checkered floor, dark liquid spreading against the black and white checkered floor. The way that your boss, the owner of The City Diner - Tony, had bitched at you for dropping it, imitating his rough voice and earning more laughter as you relived the conversation with him. You were halfway through your story about the blonde bitch in the booth when you heard your name being called through the window, stopping your story in favor of looking over at who was calling for your attention. 

Ruth had her elbows on the metal of the serving window, leaning in with a shit eating grin that told you everything you needed to know about what she was about to say - but she chose to tease you anyway, raising her voice in a sing-song manner and batting her eyelashes. 

“Your boyfriend is here.” Wolf whistles were heard from beside you as you groaned with a roll of your eyes at your coworkers' antics. “Right on time.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You tried to argue, but it didn't matter, your coworkers had already started to tease you. 

“Oh, that will cheer her right up.” Nick teased, tossing a towel over his shoulder and crossing his arms over his chest with a smug smile spread over his unshaven face. “What do we think this time, boys?” You glared at the cook as he glanced around the room with furrowed brows. “Ten minutes before he spews a pick up line?”

“Ha.” Ricky laughed, shaking his head and giving you a once over. “Five minutes, max.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, glaring at the men with a stare that you wish could catch fire, rolling your eyes with a deep huff when Ruth decided to chime in. “You guys clearly don’t know him at all.” The brunette argued, glancing over her shoulder at what you could only assume was the booth you knew a familiar head of curls was sitting. “He’ll say hello to her and then immediately tell her how pretty she looks today.”

“Alright.” Nick nodded, glancing over in the same direction Ruth just had, narrowing his eyes. “Five bucks?”

“Deal.” Ruth leaned through the window further to shake her hand with Nick’s, Ricky walked over to join in. You cleared your throat, fixing them all with an unimpressed stare that they smiled back to in return. 

“Wow, I’m so glad that you guys are placing bets on my love life.” You huffed, shifting your weight between your feet under their stares, Nick’s eyebrow still raised as he tilted his head to the side.

“Love life? I thought you weren’t interested in the bloke.” Nick stared at you expectantly, all eyes in the kitchen on you as they had caught you red handed, you huffed at the slip up. 

“I’m not.” You argued with a meek voice, tightening your arms over your chest when the entire kitchen broke out in a mix of “sure.” and “yeah, right.”

Nick rolled his eyes, but didn’t press the issue any further.  “C’mon, you know you want in on it.” He teased, tempting you to take the bait. You took a few steps forward so you could glance out of the serving window, the all too familiar head of curls sitting right where you expected them to be. You fought off a smile, turning back to face the three of them who stared at you, almost holding their breath to see if you would play along or not. 

You brought your tongue out to wet your lips, allowing a smirk to spread over your face as you leaned forward as if you were letting them in on a big secret. “I bet he doesn’t even tell me hi first.”

“There she is!” Nick cheered, raising his fist up in celebration. 

“And if I’m right, you fuckers all owe me ten.” You countered, glancing at all three of them who nodded in agreement.

“Deal.” Nick spoke with a sharp nod, bringing his hand down to shake with your own to finalize the deal before tilting his head in the direction of where the subject of the bet was sitting. “Now go out there and make us proud.”

You rolled your eyes through a scoff, shaking your head as you turned on your heels to make your way over to the kitchen door - stopping in front of it to look over at the three of them before bringing your hand up to the clip in your hair and removing it from your head, allowing your hair to fall down your back, smiling to yourself as they all groaned - murmurs of “she’s cheating” and “that’s not fair” whispered as you shot them a wink before pushing open the door and stepping back out into the diner. The three of them leaned against the metal of the hatch, watching your every move, waiting to see who would win. 

Your white converse carried you across the black and white checkered floor of the diner over to the all too familiar booth, a path that you could probably do with your eyes closed at this point. You pulled the skirt of your uniform up a little higher on your hips before standing in front of the booth, feeling all too powerful as you watched the man who was already staring at your exposed legs. You fought back a smile, knowing you already had him in the palm of your hand. 

You watched the way his dark eyes trailed up your body, a flirtatious smile fighting his lips as he leaned back, throwing a leather covered arm over the back of the red booth - finally locking eyes with you. With the way he was looking at you, you knew you were about to be thirty dollars richer before he even opened his mouth. “Well, there’s my favorite girl. Don’t you look extra pretty today.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to stop from laughing as you could hear Ruth, Nick and Ricky all groaning and cursing in disappointment of losing. You brought one of your hands behind your back to rub your fingers together in a way to tell them they owed you money, flipping them off quickly before focusing your attention fully on the boy who had quickly become your favorite customer.  “Hi Matty.”

It had been five weeks since Matty had come in for the first time. You found it ironic, that the first night that you had met him you assumed you’d never see him again only to develop a routine with the boy. Every single Wednesday at 6 pm, Matty would stroll into The City Diner in his leather jacket, slip into the same booth, order the same exact meal and flirt with you until you were so red in the face that you had to walk away from him. 

It was dizzying how persistent he was when it came to you, never letting the many, multiple rejections stop him from showing up the following week and trying again - maybe it had something to do with you drawing the tiniest of hearts next to have a nice day! on his receipt, or maybe it was the way you’d sometimes slip into the booth across from him to chat when the diner was extra slow, which happened more often than not considering he came on the slowest day of the week. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that you have never truly rejected him. Always smart with your choice of words and choosing to just walk away with a blush instead of turning the man down, knowing deep down that if you gave him what he really wanted that there would be no reason for him to ever return to the diner and you simply couldn't have that. You had grown accustomed to your little routine and you weren’t quite ready to give him up yet. 

“Hi pretty girl.” Matty smiles, staring at you with dark eyes that gleamed at you like you hung the moon. “How’s your day going?”

“Oh, you know.” You sighed dramatically, trying not to make it obvious how excited you were to see him. You figured since you were on your sixth time doing this that you wouldn’t be as giddy to see him, but you found yourself more and more so with each time that he walked through the front door - surprised that he was still showing up despite the fact that you still hadn’t given him your phone number like you had promised to before. “Same old shit, had a woman bitch at me for putting bacon on the burger that she ordered.”

Matty nodded along with slightly furrowed brows. “Well, why would you put bacon on her burger if she didn’t order it?” 

You know Matty didn’t mean it the way he said it, but the way he worded the question had your blood beginning to boil all over again, you took a deep breath before pointing out a vital part of the story. “Oh, I don't know, maybe because she ordered a bacon cheeseburger.”

Matty’s head hit the back of the booth in a loud laugh that bounced off the walls of the diner and reverberated inside your mind, making you feel warm inside, it had quickly become one of your favorite sounds. “No fucking way.”

“Yes.” You laughed softly alongside him. “I wish I was joking.”

“Is she still here?” Matty glanced around the restaurant when you nodded in response, only having to look at a few tables before making his guess. “Was it that girl?”

You glanced over your shoulder, another stream of giggles falling from your lips at the fact that Matty was able to immediately clock her. “How did you know?”

“Oh, the haircut.” Matty replied quick and simple, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on now.”

“Yeah, so that’s how my day is going.” You shook your head through a laugh. “What about yours?”

That flirtatious smile was back on his face in the blink of an eye. “Much better now that I’m with you, darling.”

“Oh, please.” You groaned through a roll of your eyes. “That was cheesy, even for you.”

“Hey, it’s hard to be creative after so many weeks.” Matty defended with his hands up, crossing his arms over his chest and giving you a quick once over. “If you’d stop being so stubborn and just give me your number.” He drew out the word with dramatic flair. “Then I wouldn't have to resort to cheesy lines. It’s a win-win scenario. Truly. You don’t have to hear pickup lines anymore and I finally get to take you out on the date I’ve been itching to bring you on for weeks now.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to fight off the smile that you feared might break your face in half, heat climbing up your neck and up to your cheeks. “Even prettier when you’re blushing, darling.”

You laughed breathily through your nose, bringing your finger to brush against the tip of your nose in an effort to hide your face, hopeful to find some footing to gain some type of control back in this conversation. “You know flirting doesn’t get you a discount, right?”

Matty brought a hand down over his heart, staring at you with faux offense that already had you rolling your eyes into the back of your skull. “Oh, I’m not flirting with you to get money off.” Emphasizing the word with a playful glint in his eyes, dark eyes that dragged slowly down the expanse of your body while his eyebrows raised the closer to your bare legs he got, speaking through a smug smirk. “Your clothes, however.”

“Alright.” You deadpan, shaking your head. “And with that, I’m gonna go put your order in.”

“Oh, come on.” Matty pleads through a soft laugh, clearly quite proud of himself for the joke that had heat simmering faintly in your stomach. “What’s it take to get your number?”

You sigh deeply, one that Matty knew was teasing, fixing him with a look that you hoped was full of annoyance but you knew was filled with everything but. This was a common occurrence, Matty asked for your number at least twice every week he came in here, persistent as hell with no sign of stopping. You considered just giving it to him, or just finally fully giving into him all together and jumping his bones like you’ve been wanting to for six weeks now. But playing hard to get was so much more fun. “Okay, I have a proposal for you.”

“Little soon to pop the question, don’t you think, darling?” Matty teased. “I don’t even have your number yet and you’re already trying to tie me down.”

You fix him with a look that has him holding his hands up in defense. “I’m sorry, go ahead.”

You snort, shaking your head. “Today’s the first of the month, right?” Matty nods. “Okay, why don’t we make a deal?”

“I’m listening.”

“If you’re nice and sweet, if you prove that you deserve it.” Matty shifts in the booth. “I’ll give you one digit of my phone number each month.” 

Matty nods slowly, pursing his lips as he stares off, deep in thought. “Alright, I can work with that.” Bringing his dark eyes back up to lock with yours. “I’ll take what I can get.” You giggle. “What’s my number, then?”

“Oh, you can’t have it yet.” You stare at him in bewilderment, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You just got here, you have to be nice and sweet to me first and then I’ll give you what you want.”

Matty’s eyebrows raise, a smirk plastered on his face. “Oh, I’ll show you nice and sweet, alright.” You tsk, Matty huffs and rolls his dark eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fine.”

You smile. “Same order as always?” You knew it never changed, but wanted to confirm just in case. 

“Do you even need to ask at this point?” Matty asks with a tilt of his head.

“Alright, I’ll go put it in for you.” You nod, starting to turn on your heels.

“Okay, I’ll just be sitting here.” Matty sighed, dramatic as ever, clasping his hands together and tapping his fingers against the backs of them. “Being as sweet and nice as I can possibly be.”

You snort, shaking your head with a roll of your eyes, turning the rest of the way so you could walk away. “You’re so annoying.”

Matty’s order didn’t take long to come out, only having to wait less than ten minutes before you were sliding the plate of food in front of him, sitting the chocolate milkshake alongside it and reaching into your apron to grab him a straw and accidentally setting down two. Matty was quick to raise a brow at you with a smirk. “You trying to share my milkshake, darling?” You were quick to shake your head no, snatching up the extra straw before he got any ideas. “You can have it, actually.” Matty spoke with certainty, leaning back in the booth to give your body a quick scan. “Got something else in mind that I’d rather drink.”

You couldn’t stop your mouth from dropping in astonishment, sometimes you truly could not believe some of the stuff that came out of his mouth. “You are ridiculous.” You scoff. “And you were doing so well too.”

Matty shrugs, picking up a fry off of his plate and dipping it in his chocolate milkshake, sticking his tongue out in a way that was unnecessary for eating a french fry, astounded that he could make something so innocent seem so pornographic.

“Can you really blame me?” His dark eyes glued to your legs that were on display. “I mean, you’re the one who hiked your skirt up before you walked over here to greet me.”

You found your mouth dropping open in astonishment for the second time in such a short span of time, quick to close it and clear your throat, a deep blush deepening on your cheeks for being called out - embarrassed that Matty had caught you in the act. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right.” Matty nodded, eyes dragging up the length of your legs painfully slow, spending an extra beat where the hem of the skirt of your uniform met the middle of your thighs. The smirk on his face grew as you shifted under his gaze, his dark eyes shooting up to meet your own. “Do I get my reward now?”

You hummed, tapping your pointer finger against your chin as if you were deep in thought, Matty watched you with gleaming eyes that narrowed from your antics. “Do you think you deserve it?”

Matty hummed, swallowing and leaning forward in the booth, arms folded against the table as he leaned in to speak low and deep, a dangerous look in those deep, dark eyes of his. “One of these days, I’m going to make you eat those words.”

You swallowed thickly, a low heat simmering in your stomach from his promise. You stared at one another for a few beats of your pounding heart, the rate of it picking up impossibly quicker when dark chocolate eyes flicked down to your lips, your tongue felt as though it was made of sandpaper. 

You cleared your throat in hopes of taking some of the tension with it, sliding Matty’s receipt across the table to him, never wavering eye contact with him as you did so. His dark eyes only breaking from your own when you tilted your head down ever so slightly in reference to the receipt. Matty picked up the small, thin piece of paper between his rather large, veiny hands - the sight of them on full display had your tongue feeling much more like the desert, watching the way one of the veins jumped as he ran his finger absentmindedly along the back of the receipt. Or maybe he was doing it on purpose, if he had noticed the way you hiked your skirt up so it’d be shorter before standing before him, you were sure that he had to have known about your obsession with his hands. 

Matty read over the receipt, smiling softly at the familiar etching of your handwriting across the top of it, have a nice day!<3 - the ink still fresh. 

He glanced at you over the top of the receipt, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, confused as to why you wanted him to look at the piece of paper right now. You widen your eyes slightly, nodding your head back down at the receipt so he would look at it again. The furrow in Matty’s thick eyebrows deepened as he looked back down at the receipt, dark eyes scanning over the paper. You knew he spotted it when the wrinkle between his brows softened, an easy, happy smile taking over his face. 

At the bottom right corner of the receipt, you had written a small 8 - the very first digit of your phone number. 

Matty raised a fist in the air out of celebration, shaking it with a big smile on his face, causing you to break out into a fit of laughter. “Finally.”

You shook your head at his antics. “You’re ridiculous.”

“So are you if you think I’m just taking this one number.” Matty slid the receipt back over to you, tapping a finger against the spot next to the eight. “We’re on week six, you owe me for last month.”

“You cannot be serious.” You scoffed, eyes glued to his long finger that rested against the receipt. “That was not part of the deal.”

Matty shrugged, leaning back in the booth and folding his arms behind his head, the sight alone had you refraining from crawling under the booth and taking him into your mouth until he - 

You cleared your throat once more, heat simmering in your stomach as the action had caused Matty’s shirt underneath his leather jacket to rise ever so slightly, enough to reveal some colored ink peeking outside of the waistband of his black jeans. You knew you were staring, but you couldn’t even find it in yourself to be ashamed, not even when you could feel Matty smirking at you - having caught you gawking at the sight of revealed skin and taking it a step further by waiting until your eyes eventually met his own just for him to look down at his lap pointedly, locking eyes with you again and raising a brow.  

As hard as you tried, you couldn’t stop your eyes from flicking down to his lap as he wanted you to, his legs spreading further apart now that your attention was on them, almost like an invitation. You cleared your throat again, surprised that you could even still do so with how dry it was, looking away from him before you actually ended up crawling under the booth this time. 

You dug in your apron for your pen, avoiding eye contact as you leaned down to write a second digit next to the first one, Matty’s gaze burned against exposed skin as you did so. You stood back up straight with a tight smile, pushing the receipt back over to him, not able to take your hand away fast enough before he was grabbing it from you, fingers brushing against your own - having contact with his skin had heat swirling in your stomach now.

You pulled your hand away in favor of wrapping your arms around yourself, needing to hurry up and put some distance between the two of you, hard to breathe with the thick tension in the air. Matty shot you a knowing smirk that had you tightening your arms around yourself, hating that he had you all figured out. He looked down at the receipt to look at the second number, a 2 written next to the 8 you had previously done. 

He smiled to himself, folding up the receipt and pulling out his wallet so he could slide it into one of the card holders for safe keeping, the sight had your cheeks stained pink. “Thank you, darling.”

You nodded, not sure if you even had a voice to speak after the show he just put on, but desperate to find one with the way he was staring at you expectantly. “Think you can wait that long?” Your voice was meek, barely there, but it was something.

“Can you?” Matty teased, deepening the light pink stain on your cheeks to a deeper rose color. The sight of it gave Matty all the confidence in the world. “I’m not worried, I’ll get you to crack before then, I promise you that.” Matty’s words shot down to your core, the heat from your stomach spreading throughout your veins and making your body warmer and warmer from his confident words. “I’m very patient.”

—

As the end of summer turned into fall, the months piled on and with each passing week you found yourself in deeper and deeper with Matty, still surprised to see him still walking through the door at 6pm every Wednesday even as the seasons changed. 

You help up your end of the deal, giving him a shiny, new digit of your phone number every month, the boy always ecstatic to receive it. 

In September, Matty earned another 2 to go alongside the last one, finally having your area code and bragging that he was already a third of the way there, pulling out the receipt from his wallet and stealing your pen right out of your apron to jot down the digit so he wouldn’t forget it. 

You were stunned by his comfortability of reaching into the pocket of your apron and grabbing the ink pen, shaking your head to get yourself out of the daze it had put you in so you could tease him. “You kept that?”

Matty scoffed. “Of course I did?” Looking at you as if you had grown two heads. “This is very important.”

Matty held up to his end of the deal, trying his hardest to make you crack sooner rather than later, keeping your cheeks stained with a blush anytime he was around. 

Like now, lingering on a barstool at the front counter after his bill had already been paid, watching your every move until you decided to finally give him the attention he so desperately craved. 

“Is there a reason you haven’t gone home?” You huffed, leaning on folded arms on the counter that separated the two of you, narrowing your eyes. 

“Well, you’re always saying how you’re so busy working up here and that’s the reason you can’t go on a date with me, so I figured I’d wait for you. Maybe we could leave at the same time.” Matty shrugged, smiling easy. “Do you?”

“Do I what?” You questioned, eyes puzzled and heart pounding.

“Do you wanna leave at the same time?”  

You swallowed down the butterflies that threatened to start to swarm at the question, couldn't help but imagine what everyone would think if they saw the two of you leave together. Almost like he had read your mind, Matty extended his offer. “I leave first and you can wait five minutes so it’s not suspicious.” 

Matty could feel you considering it, leaning in closer and capitalizing on your silence. “I don’t live too far from here, could have you falling apart underneath me in half an hour.”

It was tempting, very tempting. So tempting that an agreement was on your tongue, seconds away from being spoken but the sound of the bell and a shout of “Order up!” had broken you from your daze - Matty’s shoulders dropping in disappointment.

—

In October, you gave Matty a 9, his fourth digit. 

Halloween falls on a Wednesday and you weren’t expecting to see him at all, assuming he’d had some party to go to, surprised to see him stroll into the diner dressed as Patrick Bateman - blood and all. Swinging an ax over his shoulder as he slid into his normal booth. 

“I didn’t think I’d see you today.” You said it because it was true, drinking in the sight of his costume, wondering what it would feel like to pull on his tie and lick the fake blood off of his face. 

“It’s a Wednesday, why wouldn’t you?” 

“It’s Halloween.” You gestured to the costume he was wearing. “Don’t you have some hot party to go to?”

“I do.” Matty shrugs, making your blood simmer with jealousy at the thought of who he might meet tonight, the feeling subsiding when Matty winked. “But I had a hot date with my favorite waitress I couldn’t miss out on first.” 

You rolled your eyes to combat the pink that stained your cheeks. 

Maybe it was the way the navy blue pinstripe suit clung to his body, or the way the red splattered along his face seemed to accentuate his features, maybe it was the ax splattered in the same shade of red sitting next to him - whatever it was, you found the confidence to say, “I thought I was your favorite girl.”

Matty hummed, running his dark eyes along your body unashamed and easy, following the curve of it with practiced ease. “And here I thought girls were supposed to dress slutty on Halloween. Where’s the effort, darling?” Matty’s eyes had settled on the cat ears sitting on top of your head. “Saving the lingerie for me?”

You snorted, rolling your eyes, anything to distract from the idea of showing off a pretty, lacy lingerie set for Matty just so he could peel it off of you. “Yeah, sure.”

Matty hummed once more. “What time do you get off?” Not even waiting for an answer. “You could come with me, could be my Evelyn.”

You nodded. “You mean Patrick’s fiancé?” 

“Indeed.” Matty replied, smirking.

You hummed, tilting your head to the side. “You mean the one he dumps? In a restaurant?” Matty brings bloody fingers around to scratch the back of his neck. “You trying to tell me something, Healy?” 

Matty laughs softly, recovering easy. “Well, you see, you’d actually have to go out with me before I could ever dump you.”

“Hm, that’s quite a predicament.” You pouted. “As far as Evelyn goes,” Shrugging. “I guess I’m not your girl.”

“I’m afraid not.” Matty agrees, giving you a quick once over before smirking. “But you are my favorite girl.”

Your eyes roll, deflecting from the way his words made you blush. “I’m sure you say that to all your victims.”

Matty brings a hand over his chest in faux offense, laughing the dig off easily. “You really should come with me though.” Matty stresses, dark eyes pleading. “I could cover you in fake blood, you could be my next victim.” Matty teased the word right back at you, causing your eyes to roll once more. “I could sneak you upstairs and give you a screaming good time.”

You cursed the way your stomach rolled with heat at the innuendos that spilled easily from his mouth, amazed that he could think so quickly on his feet. “Tempting.”

And it was. It always was. 

You weren’t quite sure if you were debating on going to the party with the promise of Matty taking you upstairs and having his way with you or with the need to cling to his arm so no other woman would think they stood a chance. 

But as always, you found yourself shaking your head no, Matty sighed out of disappointment - truly thinking he had you this time.

“I hope you have fun at your party though.” You smile softly, to which Matty claims that it won’t be as fun without you, making your smile widen and giving you the confidence to say, “Don’t go out searching for victims tonight.”

The comment was sly enough to be read as a joke about the character he was dressed up as, it didn’t have to mean anything deeper. But the way that Matty’s eyes gleamed up at you as he smiled told you that he understood exactly what you meant.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

—

In November, you gave Matty another 9, the fifth digit twinning with the one before - halfway to having your full phone number that he so desperately craved. 

“822-99” Matty spoke the digits he knew, not even needing to look at the faded receipt that he had been keeping track of them on, knowing the numbers off the top of his head by heart. “I’m halfway home, darling. Soon enough, I’ll be able to guess the rest of the way.”

—

By the time December rolled around, you were absolutely, completely, utterly fed up with your boss. 

You were so angry that you felt as though your head was on the brink of exploding, biting your tongue as hard as ever as you turned to walk away from your boss, Tony, before you said something to him that would cost you your job. 

A family of four with a rather large bill had slipped out the front door while you were in the kitchen grabbing food for another table, leaving the bill unpaid and the responsibility for it on your shoulders - according to Tony. 

“That’s not fair!” You argued with your boss, willing tears to not swell in your eyes as the anger boiled inside of you, you always hated that you cried when you got angry. You refused to let your boss see them fall. “It’s not like I told them to get up and leave! Why should I be punished for it?”

Tony shrugged. “You should have been paying better attention, I don’t know what to tell you. Someone has to pay for it, you were their waitress so I think it should be you.”

The interaction played on a loop in your mind, fueling the fire inside of you as you walked across the black and white checkered floor of the diner, jaw clenched and eyes brimmed with hot, angry tears - not even thinking about what you were doing when you tossed yourself down in a familiar, occupied red leather booth with a huff and your arms crossed over your chest. 

Matty stared at you with dark eyes that were slightly more wide than normal, startled to see you sitting across from him for once. The faintest rise of a smirk spreading across his lips as he leaned back against the leather of the booth, crossing his arms over his chest, mirroring you - giving you a shameless once over before speaking. “You look like you need a cigarette.”

You sighed, uncrossing your arms from your chest in favor of leaning your elbows on the table and resting your face in your hands. Matty could see how tense your shoulders were from across the booth, the smirk on his face dropping and replaced with a look of concern, uncrossing his own arms from his chest and leaning forward to reach across the table - hesitating before brushing his fingers across one of your elbows. 

“Hey, you okay?” You huffed, spreading your fingers over your eyes so you could look at the boy across from you, the concern on his face growing now that he could see your red brimmed eyes - still fighting for your life to not let any of them fall. Matty narrowed his eyes. “What happened? Who’s ass do I have to kick?”

You couldn’t stop the soft laugh that tumbled from your lips, grateful for the way he seemed to ease the tension in your shoulders so effortlessly. “I’m serious!” Matty spoke through a soft laugh of his own, tilting his head to the side when it died down and looking at you more seriously now. “What's wrong?”

“Just-“ You cut yourself off with a deep sigh pulled from your toes, huffing the air out of your nose and shaking your head softly. “Fucking Tony, it’s always fucking Tony. I can't take it anymore.”

“That’s your boss, yeah?” Matty’s face drew up in disgust when you nodded in confirmation. “Of course his name is Tony, stupid name.” You couldn’t help but giggle at the way Matty already hated the man despite not even knowing what happened, already taking your side in the situation. “What did he do?”

You rehashed the entire situation sitting in the booth across from Matty, feeling more relieved now that you were able to talk about it instead of keeping it bottled in. And the way Matty threw in little jabs and jokes at your boss’s expense had you laughing so much that you almost forgot you were even mad in the first place. 

“Matty, shut up, he’s gonna hear you.” You scolded through shaking shoulders, covering your mouth to try and conceal the laughter that was pouring out of you at the curly haired boy's roast session he was having with your boss. 

“I hope he fucking does, he’s a dick.” Matty scoffed, glancing around the diner and glaring at Tony who was standing in the corner taking an order over the phone, unaware of the fire Matty was shooting at him with his dark eyes. “That’s not fair to make you pay for their meal just because they walked out, he should have to pay for it. It’s his fucking diner.”

“Yeah, you’d think.” You sighed, shoulders dropped as you leaned your chin against the palm of your hand, not even thinking about what you were doing as you reached out to take a french fry off of Matty’s forgotten plate - popping it in your mouth and only realizing what you had done when Matty stared at you with a soft smile. You blushed to your roots out of embarrassment, the fry felt like sand going down your throat as you swallowed it. “Sorry.”

Matty was quick to shake his head. “No, no, don’t apologize.” Reaching down to grab a french fry off of his own plate and holding it out to you, raising an eyebrow at you before pushing his plate slightly closer to you, signaling for you to take another. The flush on your face grew deeper, a sight that had the smile on Matty’s face growing wider. You rolled your eyes playfully before grabbing another french fry off of his plate, cheersing your fry against his own with a smile you could no longer fight before bringing it up to your mouth in sync.

The two of you stared at one another until you couldn’t take it anymore, rolling your eyes softly with a shake of your head, cheeks red as ever as grew a sudden interest in the table in front of you, only looking back up at him when he cleared his throat, bringing the conversation back to where it began. “I would be happy to spare a cigarette if you need.” Matty offered, taking another fry off of his plate. “I have a pack in my back pocket.”

You sighed, almost feeling ashamed to admit. “I don’t smoke.” The faint rumble in your stomach had you feeling bold enough to take another fry from his plate, trying to hide away a smile when Matty tried to subtly scoot the plate closer to you once more. “Sadly.”

“Well, maybe you should pick up the habit.” Matty teased, glancing over at Tony once more with a scowl. “Cigarettes always make me feel more at ease.”

You snorted. “That’s a terrible habit to have.” Matty rolled his dark eyes dramatically, smiling softly at you. “Why can’t you just be normal and eat ice cream to cheer yourself up?”

You were only teasing, but Matty was quick to take the bait. “Okay, let me buy you a milkshake then.”

You tried to ignore the fluttering in your stomach, blaming it on the fact that the few fries you’ve eaten off of Matty’s plate were all that was in your stomach right now and not the fact that the gesture had you fighting off yet another blush.

You tried to deflect, shaking your head softly. “You don’t have to do that.” Folding your arms down on the table and shrugging. “I get them for free.”

Matty rolled his dark eyes. “Well, let me buy it for you anyway.”

He was already waving down Ruth before you had the chance to decline, swallowing thickly when he caught her attention. You could see the confusion on her face at the sight of Matty waving her down and not you from across the restaurant, the furrow of her brows deepening when she noticed you were sitting across from him. 

“What kind do you want?” The sound of Matty’s voice pulled your attention away from Ruth, locking eyes with the boy across from you who was holding his hand up to stop you from telling him. “Wait, I know.”

You tilted your head at him, flushing when he shot you a quick wink before turning his attention to Ruth who was now standing next to the booth you both were sitting in, you could feel her eyes burning into the side of your face yet ignored it like the plague. “Sorry, I wasn’t aware that I needed to be checking in on you.” You crossed your arms back over your chest at the way Ruth targeted her words at you. “I thought you belonged to another waitress.”

And oh, did you like the sound of that - Matty belonging to you.

“She’s taking her fifteen.” Matty answered for you with a sickly sweet smile, you fought off one of your own as you finally decided to glance up at your friend who was already staring down at you. 

When the two of you made eye contact, her eyes widened ever since slightly to convey ‘What the hell is going on?’ to which you replied with a small shrug to silently respond, ‘I have no idea.’

Ruth shook her head softly, putting a bright smile on and finally looking at Matty, you found your eyes doing the same. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, I just need to add another milkshake to my order, if that’s alright?” Your heart hammered in your chest as Matty ordered for you, you could already hear the interrogation you’d be having with Ruth in the back corner of the kitchen as soon as you stood up from this booth. 

“Yeah, of course.” Ruth smiled, pulling out her notepad and pen to write down the addition, her foot kicking against your own softly. “What kind?”

You narrowed your eyes at the curly haired boy who’s dark eyes scanned your face with a faint smirk before responding. “Strawberry.” 

You blamed the flutters in your stomach on being hungry once more as Matty nailed the milkshake flavor all on his own. Ruth nodded her head, turning on her heels to put the order in as you narrowed your eyes further at Matty. “How did you know that?”

Matty leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table, bringing two fingers up to his temples and narrowing his eyes right back at you. You kicked him softly under the table, causing laughter to pour out of him. You quite liked the sound of that. “A magician never tells his secrets, darling.” 

You rolled your eyes, taking another french fry off of his plate and biting it with vengeance. “You think you know me so well.”

Matty nodded his head once, leaning back against the booth and throwing an arm across the top of it, fixing you with a smirk. “Well, considering I’ve seen you every single Wednesday for about six months now, I think it’s safe to say that I do.”

Six months? Had he really been coming around for that long?

Before you could challenge him, Ruth was sliding the strawberry milkshake in front of you, an action that made you blush considering Matty hadn’t explicitly ordered it for you - oh you were so in for it as soon as Ruth got you alone. Matty thanked her and soon the two of you were alone again, you sheepishly pulled the milkshake closer to yourself so you could take a sip from the bright red straw, trying to ignore Matty’s heated gaze on your lips wrapped around the plastic as you sucked the milkshake through it. 

You hummed in delight, licking the excess ice cream off of your lips before shooting Matty a smile, the boy across from you shifted in his seat with a smile that was tighter than your own. You chose to break the tension. “Really, how did you know I’d want a strawberry shake?”

Matty shrugged, taking a sip from his own chocolate milkshake to try and avoid the question, but a tap of your foot against his own under the table had him realizing you weren’t going to let it go until you had an answer. Matty sighed, holding out his finger towards you. “Okay, but you’re not allowed to laugh at me.”

You nodded in agreement, taking another sip of your milkshake and kicking your feet under the table at the excitement of seeing even a glimpse into Matty’s mind.

“I figured you’d want a strawberry milkshake because I've seen you use a strawberry flavored chapstick a few times before.” Matty admitted with pink tinted cheeks, the ice cream going down your throat suddenly giving you a brain freeze at his admission. “It was a lucky guess, thought I’d take a shot at strawberry being a flavor you enjoyed in other things as well.”

You could no longer blame the fluttering in your stomach on your hunger, really it was a piss poor excuse to begin with. You knew that wasn’t the cause of it then and you for sure knew it wasn’t the cause of it now, the butterflies swarming in your stomach spread through your veins and made you feel as though you were about to take off in flight. The fact that Matty had paid attention to, remembered a detail so small had you feeling like throwing all caution to the wind and jumping across the table and finally kissing him like you had so desperately been wanting to since the first night he strolled in here. 

But you wouldn’t, you couldn’t. You refused to fall for Matty, you knew he was just in this to prove that he could break you down. He probably wasn’t used to being rejected, so now he was determined to flirt his way into your pants. Well, it wasn’t going to work. You would allow yourself to enjoy his flirtatious jokes every Wednesday for as long as he showed up, but you would never allow yourself to catch feelings for the curly haired boy. Nope. 

“God, I’m sorry, I sound like such a creep.” Matty cringed. “Did I weird you out? I’m so sorry.”

“No.” You were quick to disagree, realizing that the silence you had met him with had definitely made him start to panic, not realizing that you were having a panic of your own inside your own head. “No, it’s not creepy.” You assured, trying to search for the right word that wouldn’t cause a butterfly from your stomach to just fly out of your mouth as you spoke it. “It’s sweet.”

The faint pink tint on Matty’s cheek darkened to a rose color as he rolled his eyes playfully, taking another sip from his chocolate milkshake. You leaned forward to take a sip of your own strawberry one to stop the smile from spreading over your face. You glanced at the clock on the wall across the diner as you sipped on your milkshake, your eyes widening at the time.

“Oh god, I need to get back to work before Tony actually fires me.” You took one last quick rushed gulp of your milkshake, wincing from the brain freeze that it caused, the sound of Matty’s laughter warmed your veins back up. “Thank you for this, really.” You smiled at him softly. “All of it. For listening to me rant, for easing my mind.” You tilted down at the milkshake before you. “For buying me this. I just-“ You paused to take a deep breath, swallowing down the butterflies that threatened to fly out of your mouth as you stared into Matty’s dark eyes. “Thanks.”

You slid out of the booth before you could be entranced by his dark orbs any longer, smoothing your hands over the skirt of your uniform as you did, not noticing how clammy your hands were until right now. “Of course, I’m happy to do it.”

You swallowed thickly, trying to stop your knees from wobbling when Matty stared up at you from his place at the booth, a sight you’ve seen more times than you could count - so why did this time feel so different? You smiled, trying your best to deflect and bring the conversation back to where it was comfortable - mindlessly, meaningless flirting. “Same time next week, yeah?”

A familiar teasing smirk fell across Matty’s lips, the familiar sight had you feeling more at ease as the two of you slipped back into your normal roles with one another. “Already planning our second date, darling?”

You snorted. “We’d actually have to have the first one for me to do that, Healy.”

You knew you had walked right into the trap as soon as you said it, but it was too late now. You were already rolling your eyes before Matty could even say, “Okay, then let’s plan our first one.” Matty’s smile was smug, like he had just won some award. “You busy Friday night?”

“I am.” You nodded tightly, smiling to match, heart pounding against your rib cage. “But you knew that.”

Matty tsked, snapping his fingers in disappointment before holding a hand over his heart dramatically. “A guy can only take so much rejection.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. “We could always count this as our first date.” Matty pointed out, making your heart pound impossibly faster. “In fact, I think I will.”

You snorted, shaking your head, trying your best to not show how his words were affecting you. “Nothing about this was a date.”

Matty shrugged. “We laughed, we shared my food, I bought you a milkshake.” You watched the curly haired boy count them on his long fingers. You cursed the pink tint that creeped up your neck as he spoke. “We even played footsie under the table.” Your mouth dropped at his claim, a bright smile spreading over his face at the sight. “Sounds like a date to me, darling.” 

“We did not play footsie.” You scoffed, shaking your head in astonishment. “I kicked you, there’s a difference.”

Matty shrugged once more. “It’s all the same in the dark.”

You blushed, turning your face to the side to try and hide it and immediately locking eyes with Ruth who was watching the two of you like a hawk. You felt your stomach drop at the sight, knowing that it was time to face the music and go talk to your friend about what the fuck had just a happened - you weren’t even sure if you knew yourself. 

You smiled sweetly. “Goodbye, Matty.”

Matty’s bright smile never faltered, his dark eyes giving you one last once over before nodding his head once. “Bye, darling.”

You could feel the heat from his stare as you walked away all the way through until you were hidden behind the door of the kitchen, immediately pulled into a corner so you could spill everything to Ruth. 

You found yourself rather busy after that, running around to try and make up for lost time, thankful that Ruth had taken over for you willingly when your fifteen minute break had ended up lasting around twenty five.

When you finally found the time to make it back over to Matty’s designated booth, you were sad to see that he was already gone. You sighed as you made your way over to collect the cash that you already knew was waiting for you, frozen in place when you saw more cash than normal sitting on top of the table. You felt your eyebrows furrow as you reached down to collect it, sliding the bills between your manicured nails as you counted it up. 

Matty left his usual twenty dollar tip and then an extra forty alongside it. You could feel the confusion etched on your face as you collected his receipt off the top of the table to see if he had left a note to explain why he had left sixty dollars behind. 

Your heart felt as though it was about to burst from your rib cage as you read his sloppy yet readable handwriting along the bottom of his receipt. 

i’m sorry that table ditched on you, hope this covers their bill for you. it was a wonderful first date ;) x

p.s. fuck tony - matty 

You stared in astonishment at the words etched in front of you, clutching the cash in between your fingers tightly, the gesture overwhelming you and making the butterflies in your stomach come crashing back in full force. 

Earlier you had vowed to never fall for the curly haired boy, but now standing here and holding proof that he cared about you, you feared that you already had. 

—

“I believe you owe me something.” Matty was leaned back against the booth, tattooed arm thrown over the back of the red leather booth, staring up at you with gleaming eyes and a smile to match. 

“Yeah?” Shifting your weight between your feet and tilting your head to the side, trying to think of the possibility of what he was about to say. Knowing him, it could be anything. “And what would that be?”

Matty raised a brow. “You owe me my number for the month.” Reminding you that you had indeed forgotten to give him his promised digit, you couldn’t imagine how you could have forgotten, normally just as excited to give Matty the digit as he was to receive it - though you were better at hiding it than he was. Matty was quick to remind you how. “I think it must have just slipped your mind, think you were too busy giving me bedroom eyes across the table, happens to the best of us.”

Matty slipped the original receipt that started this whole exchange across the table to you, all the ink faded and discolored from the paper except for the five digits etched in your handwriting. You huff through a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “You are insufferable.” 

Yet you leaned down to write a shiny, new number next to the more dull ones, livening up the paper and causing Matty to stare at it as if it was brand new. Matty’s dark eyes focused on the three written on the receipt, mumbling to himself. “822-993. Only four more to go and then you’re all mine.”

And oh, did you like the sound of that, being all Matty’s. 

Your stomach fluttered amongst other parts of you at the idea. 

You snort to deflect from the pink tint rising on your cheeks, looking down at his plate still covered in food. “You need a to-go box?”

“Depends.” Matty leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, dark eyes easily running along the expanse of your body with a smirk on his face. “Will you fit inside it?” Dark chocolate eyes falling in a wink. “You’re the only thing I want to take hot to go.”

The line was cheesy, but it worked. You hated that it had your stomach leaping and skin crawling, the idea of Matty taking you home and eating you for dinner, it drove you insane. 

Normally you’d turn on your heels, bidding him goodbye with a playful look in your eye, it was comfortable, normal - it was what he was expecting you to do. But you felt like rattling him for once, catch him off guard. And maybe, just maybe, you wanted to make it known that your resolve was weakening - not sure if you could wait out the last four digits, the tension already proving to be too much.

“Sorry.” You pushed your bottom lip out in a pout that his eyes immediately fell to without hesitation, bringing the tip of your tongue out the lick along the expanse of it now that his attention was already on it. “I don’t put out until the second date.”

The smirk on Matty’s face deepend, his gaze lingering on your lips for a beat more before sliding back up to lock eyes with your own. “Well, lucky for me we already had our first.”

 “What are you-” You cut yourself off to huff out a deep sigh. “That was not a date.”

Matty shrugs easily. “Whatever you say, darling.” You roll your eyes just as easy. “Come on, what’s it take to bring you home?”

You were feeling bold, blame it on the fact that he had actually taken his leather jacket off for once, black and colored ink scattered along his arms and on full display for your viewing pleasure. You batted your doe eyes.  “You’ll find out soon enough. Goodbye, Matty.”

Then you were turning on your heels with a wink of your own, leaving Matty alone in the booth with his mouth agape, eventually spreading into a smile that shined from across the diner. 

—

You were having a particularly long Wednesday, the minutes seemed to drag by like hours, only a few had passed by every time you checked the clock hanging on the wall of the diner. Deep down you knew that your constant attention on the clock was not due to boredom - you were counting down the minutes until the familiar head of curly hair walked through the door. 

Usually you were able to pinpoint the exact moment that Matty would step foot into the diner, never more than a minute or two past six o’ clock. You found yourself biting your lip raw as you poured a cup of coffee for an elderly man, glancing up at the clock and huffing when it displayed the time of 6:12. You turned your head over your shoulder to glance in the direction of the vacant booth that Matty should be sitting in by now, by this time he’d already be a few flirtatious comments deep with you, but it still remained empty - almost mocking you as you walked right past it to deliver the cup of coffee to the elderly man with a smile that you knew did not reach your eyes. 

You knew it was silly to be this upset over Matty being late, hell, he might not even be coming at all. But you had no reason to be. There was no law that stated that he had to share every single Wednesday night at 6pm in The City Diner with you - flirting your ear off until he had to leave, only to repeat the same cycle the next week. And the week after that. And the week after that. And the week after that. The two of you have been playing this game for seven months now so, actually, yes it almost was a law that Matty should be here by now. 

Did he finally grow tired of your rejections, had he given up on you? I mean, really, it was only a matter of time before he did. Seven months deep and all the curly headed boy had to show for it was six measly digits of your phone number, a little over halfway there. Matty more than likely had grown tired of the chase and found somebody new to play with, someone prettier and easier to break down, someone better than you. 

You felt sick at the thought, at the idea that you may never see the infectious boy ever again, kicking yourself for allowing him to infiltrate your veins in such a way that twelve fucking minutes had you on the verge of pulling your hair out. 

You found yourself back behind the counter before you could even realize how fast your feet were taking you across the checkered tile, grabbing a red frosted glass and slamming it down on the tile with a tight jaw, all but throwing the ice into the cup before holding it under the soda dispenser and glaring up at the clock as the fizzy drink filled the frosted glass up. 6:16 now. You swore you could hear the ticking of the hands on the clock even over the sound of conversations throughout the diner. Each passing second, every single tick had you gripping the cup tighter, only breaking from your daze when you felt the soda dripping onto your hands, so distracted by the hands on the clock that you let the drink overflow. You mumbled a curse, setting the cup to the side and staring down at your hands that you coated in the fizzy liquid. You huffed, wiping your hands on your apron as you searched for a stray, clean washcloth that would do the job better. 

“Hey.” You heard Ruth call out from beside you, leaning her back against the counter and crossing her arms over her chest, tilting her head in a direction you didn’t care to look at. “Who’s the girl?”

You huffed once more, you weren’t in the mood to gossip with your friend right now, not when Matty was late and your hands were growing sticky from the soda. You finally found a stray, clean washcloth to wipe the soda more efficiently from your hands with, only paying attention to Ruth when they no longer felt sticky. 

Ruth stared at you expectantly, her green eyes widening at you ever so slightly to imply that she was waiting for an answer, you sighed - shifting your weight on your feet and shaking your head softly out of annoyance. “What girl?”

You didn’t have time for this. You needed to clean up the mess you had made with the overflowing soda, you still needed to run the fizzy drink to a table who was waiting for it, Nick had just placed a hot plate that you were sure was for the booth in the back corner on the serving window and Matty still wasn’t here. You could not be bothered with whatever girl Ruth was talking about. 

Well, that was until you knew what girl Ruth was talking about. 

“The girl sitting with your boyfriend.” Ruth said with furrowed brows, her green eyes filled with confusion and desperate for answers. “I’ve never seen her around before.”

You found yourself rolling your eyes and shaking your head before you could even process what she had just said. “Matty is not my boyfr-“ You cut yourself off, finally processing what Ruth had just said. Matty was here? And he brought someone with him? A girl? “Wait, what?”

Ruth groaned, reaching out to grab the sides of your face so she could force you to look in the direction of the booth you had been sending death glares at for the past twenty minutes, blinking hard as though to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you. 

And sure enough, there Matty was, sitting in a leather jacket that contrasted beautifully with the red leather of the booth he was leaning back against. A sight that normally had you weak in the knees but now had you feeling as though you could burn this entire diner to the ground as you watched his curly head fall back in a loud laugh that filled the nearly vacant diner at something the girl across from him had said. The sound of his laughter normally had you feeling warm inside but as it mixed with the sound of hers your blood ran cold. 

She was - well, she was beautiful. Beautiful and perfect and amazing and you wanted her head on a platter. Her head that was full of dark, voluminous, luscious curls that fell down her back in contrast to the white shirt she was wearing. 

You pushed Ruth’s hands off of your face, staring at the two of them in bewilderment. Who was this girl? And why the fuck would Matty bring her here? 

“You have to go over there.” Ruth broke you from your daydream. 

“Are you insane?” You scoffed, not able to take your eyes off the train wreck in front of you. “You have to serve them, I can’t. I think I might throw up all over their table.”

“You have to go over there.” Ruth stressed, finally breaking your stare from Matty and the mysterious girl to stare at the brunette with pleading eyes. “Mark your territory, assert dominance, take claim of what’s yours.” 

“He doesn’t belong to me.” You argued because it was true. He didn’t. And it was all your fault. You could have had him that very first night you met him, but instead you decided to play the long game and look where it ended up. You lost your chance, he moved on and he was here to rub it in your face. 

Ruth rolled her green eyes at you, fixing you with a pointed look that had you releasing a deep sigh. She brought her manicured nails out to fix your hair, making sure you looked as perfect as could be before pushing your shoulder softly in the direction of the booth. “Go get your man.”

You huffed, rolling your own eyes while mumbling that he was not your man while you turned on your heels and made your way over to the all too familiar booth, dread seeping further and further into your veins with every step you took against the black and white checkered tile. 

Matty noticed you before you had finished making your way over to them, a smile instantly overtaking his face as he unashamedly ran his dark eyes over the expanse of your body, an action that normally had your stomach filling with butterflies but now had it swirling with nausea as you glanced over at the girl across from him just in time to catch her also giving you a quick once over. 

You swallowed the bile that threatened to creep up your throat at the sight, trying to ignore the thought that she had probably already deemed that you weren’t a threat and you couldn’t even blame her. Now that you could see her up close, you felt like a fool for ever even considering that you had a chance with the boy who was smiling up at you as you finally stopped next to their booth, not even forcing a fake smile on your face. You pulled the notepad from your apron and clicked your pen with vengeance, refraining from pulling your hair out at the idea that you hadn’t had to write Matty’s order down in months, but you needed the notepad to write down hers.

“There she is, pretty as ever.” Matty all but beamed, giving you a smile so bright and warm that you felt as though you needed to smack it right off of his face, astounded that he could be so bold to find it in himself to still flirt with you despite the fact that he had a girl sitting across from him. 

You didn’t even crack a smile, jaw ticking as you glared into his dark eyes that had steadily been growing with a mix of confusion and concern, his smile faltering and eyebrows slightly scrunching together at the energy that exuded from you - creating a thick tension in the air between the two of you. 

You counted to ten in your head, trying to calm yourself down before your head actually exploded.

“You’re late.” Mentally kicking yourself as you spoke without thinking, hating that you had just exposed yourself for knowing that he hadn’t shown up right at six o’ clock on the dot. Matty’s smile had upturned again, yet still hesitant considering you were still glaring at him with a look that he was thankful couldn’t kill. “Didn’t think you’d show.”

“Yeah, sorry, you can thank this one for that.” Matty laughed softly, tilting his head in the direction of the beautiful girl sitting across from him. And though you begged your eyes not to, they slid over to look at her anyway, stomach rolling with another wave of nausea as she smiled warmly at you and even gave you a soft wave. “We told her to start getting ready two hours before we had to leave and yet she didn’t listen.” Matty teased, the girl rolled her eyes and flipped him off with a smile. You were so wrapped up in watching them that you hadn’t even picked up on the fact that Matty had said we, lightheaded as you watched their interaction. “Imagine that.”

“Oh, fuck off.” The girl scoffed through a soft laugh, rolling her eyes at Matty before looking back at you with another warm smile, her brown eyes searching your face before holding out her left hand in an offer for you to take. “I’m Charli, since Matty forgot to introduce me.”

You could hear Matty scramble as you stared down at her hand, not moving a muscle. “Oh shit, sorry. It slipped my mind. This is Charli.”

You stared at her outstretched hand for a few beats of your pounding heart, eyes glued to the diamond on her finger, feeling as though your legs had been kicked out from under you. Matty was engaged? Your throat was closing in on itself, all the blood rushing to your heart to fuel the racing pace that pounded against your ribcage, tunnel vision on the diamond that sparkled under the fluorescent light of the diner.

You could feel the tension growing thicker as her hand grew tired from hanging there. You felt awful for being so blatantly rude, it wasn’t her fault, but the thought of touching her skin had the feeling of bile rising in your throat once more. 

You shifted on your feet, clearing your throat before looking back down at your notepad, resting your pen against the paper to distract yourself from watching Charli awkwardly put her hand back down. You could feel Matty’s puzzled gaze burning a hole into the side of your head, but you ignored it in favor of asking in a tight, monotone voice. “What do you want?”

You were so hyper focused on keeping your attention on the blank page before you that you jumped ever so slightly when you felt a hand graze against your shoulder, acting as warning before a man with a blonde, shaved head slipped past you and slid into the booth next to Charli - placing a kiss to the side of her head and throwing an arm over her on the back of the booth. “Sorry, I couldn’t fucking find the bathroom.” 

Oh.

You wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole, such a simple interaction that answered so many questions that had been whirling around in your mind and eased the simmering rage bubbling inside of you - replaced with embarrassment and shame for the way you had acted, you didn’t dare to look at Matty even though you could feel the burn from his stare singeing your skin. 

“So this is her, then?” Deep voice speaking across the booth to Matty, you could see his curls nodding in confirmation in your peripheral vision. Soon the man with the shaved head was turning his attention toward you, brown eyes scanning your face almost as if he was assessing you - deeming if you were worthy of his friend or not. You held your breath, white hot shame burning under your skin as you relived how you had just acted mere moments before he interrupted, feeling as though you could finally breathe when a soft smile spread over his pale face and he gave a tight nod of approval. “Hi, I’m George.” You gave him a soft smile back, the best one you could muster up while actively trying to fight against the bile climbing your throat at the thick tension between you and the man you refused to look at. 

“It’s so nice to finally meet the girl that I have heard so much about.” You could feel your cheeks heat and you weren't sure if it was from the confirmation that Matty had talked about you or out of embarrassment from before. “I mean, seriously, so much. He’s not stopped yappin’ about you since he came in for the first time.”

Now you were more sure that the pink tint on your cheeks was due to the former.

“See this?” Matty broke his silence for the first time since introducing Charli. “This is exactly the type of shit I explicitly told you not to say before we came in here.”

George and Charli laugh easily from their side of the booth, making the tension in your shoulders feel more at ease, feeling comfortable enough to laugh along softly - feeling relieved yet still not daring to glance at the boy with curly hair.

“Oh, don’t start you two.” Charli groaned through a laugh, rolling her eyes and turning her attention to you. “I’m sorry about them, they’re a handful.”

Another wave of laughter tumbled from your lips, louder this time and more carefree, at the fact that Charli sounded like she was talking about children of her own and not her fiancé and his best friend. You quickly decided that you liked his friends, especially Charli, making that hot shame burn deeper inside of you for how you had acted towards her. Opening your mouth to apologize before you could stop yourself, the guilt consuming you. 

“I’m sorry.” You swallowed thickly, giving Charli a kind smile that she returned, George looked between the two of you with deeply furrowed brows and confusion plastered on his face. “About before.” 

Charli waved you off, diamond ring flashing beautifully in the light, the sight of it not making you sick with nausea any longer. “Don’t worry about it.” She shook her head softly, giving you a kind, reassuring smile before looking at George and Matty. “I told you guys if you left me alone with Matty that she would assume we were together.” You felt the pink on your cheeks darken as she so casually called you out, glancing back over at you. “Fucking idiots, these two.”

You felt dizzy with all three of their attention now focused on you, swallowing thickly. You could feel Matty slide his foot across the floor, knocking it against your own in hopes that it would draw your eyes over to him, desperate for you to pay attention to him, to notice him. It didn’t, you couldn’t, you were far too embarrassed - only keeping your attention on George and Charli despite the insistent pressure of his foot against your own. 

“Oh, I didn’t-” You started to try and build a defense for yourself, desperate to cover up your blind jealousy, but it died in your throat when Charli fixed you with a knowing look. “Right.” You huffed, gripping the pen between your manicured fingers tighter, white knuckled as Matty’s foot ran up the side of your ankle. You clear your throat, shifting your weight between your feet and crossing the one that Matty had been messing with behind your other, hiding it away from him. “What can I get for you guys?”

You avoided the familiar booth as much as you could for the remainder of their time there, ironic considering normally you would be avoiding all your other tables just so you could linger there with Matty. So now that you were hiding out in the kitchen after dropping their food off to them, you were getting questioning stares and side eyes from your coworkers, Nick being the only one brave enough to speak up. “Is there a specific reason you’re avoiding your boyfriend?”

You groan, bringing your hands up to your face to rub it out of frustration. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Okay.” Nick spoke with caution and though you couldn’t see him, you knew he had his hands raised in defense. “Did something happen?”

“Oh yeah.” Ruth’s voice carried throughout the kitchen, the brunette talking through a stack of empty dishes, shooting the bus boy, Johnny a glare for doing his job for him. 

Nick stood up a little straighter, brows coming together to show that he was more concerned now. “He didn’t cross a line did he? He didn’t hurt you, right?” Not even waiting more than a second of your silence before he was cracking his knuckles. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

Nick was already on the move, making you groan again before calling out for him to stop. “He didn’t do anything.” 

Nick stopped, looking even more confused now. “Well, what happened then? What’s got you this upset?”

You sighed, hoisting yourself up on the squeaky clean counter, swinging your legs and playing with the loose hem hanging from the skirt of your uniform. “I ruined it.”

“Oh, please.” Ruth mocked, coming to lean on the counter you were sitting on. “You did not ruin it.” Turning her head over her shoulder to face Nick. “She did not ruin it, she’s just being dramatic.”

“I showed my ass out there.” You stressed, tossing your head back against the wall with a thud. “How fucking embarrassing.” 

“You got a little jealous, everyone does.” Ruth spoke softer now, handling you with more caution now that she knew how upset you were. “Didn’t he get jealous that time he came in and some dude was flirting with you already? He was fucking fuming in the booth. It’s normal to be stupid and jealous when there’s feelings involved.” Ruth explained. “It showed him that it’s not all one sided and that you like him just as much as he likes you.” Knocking her elbow against your knee and shrugging with a faint smirk. “He probably thought it was hot.”

You snorted, shaking your head softly against the wall. “He probably thinks I’m insane.”

“Maybe.” Ruth shrugs, knocking against your knee again to tease. “Maybe he’s into that.”

You laugh through a breathy nose, pulling on the loose thread of your uniform harder, tugging it out and freeing it from the black fabric that bounded it. “I just feel silly, I don’t know why I reacted that way.”

“It was valid.”

“It wasn’t.” You sighed. “We’re not dating, I see him once a week and flirt with him for an hour, he doesn’t belong to me. He can go out and do whatever he wants.” Your lips turning up into a scowl. “Whoever he wants.” 

“Yeah.” Ruth agrees, knocking your knee for a third time. “But he only wants you.”

You shook your head, causing Ruth to roll her eyes and look over at Nick for some help. “You’re a man, will you please tell her that if he was not obsessed with her that he would have stopped coming in July.”

Nick did the math in his head, counting back the months until he knew that July was only a month in, nodding his head in agreement. “I’ve never persuaded just a hookup with a girl I didn’t want to actually be with for longer than a couple of weeks.” Nick spoke truthful and honest, he was never one to sugar coat anything with anyone. “I mean, women are everywhere, if he just wanted pussy he could go out and find it easily.” You and Ruth chuckled softly at his choice of wording. “There is no fucking way he has been coming around for seven months just to get in your pants, it’s deeper than that.”

“See.” Ruth says confidently with a smile and a pointed look. “Now I’m about to tell you for the second time today.” Grabbing your hand and tugging you off of the counter and back onto your feet, fixing your hair of any stray fly aways much like she had before, turning you and giving you a quick slap on the ass that caused laughter to pour out of you. “Go out there and get your man.”

You were walking out of the kitchen before you could talk yourself out of it, holding on to the shred of confidence Nick had given you instead of the doubt and insecurities as your converse clad feet carried you across the black and white checkered floor on a path that you knew all too well.

You stared down at your feet for most of the walk, only looking up when you knew you were about to near the booth, heart dropping at the sight of Matty sitting alone and staring at you like he could eat you alive. 

Your heart felt as though it was going to beat out of your chest at the idea of having to face Matty alone, no one else for you to stare at like you had earlier to avoid eye contact with him, it was just you and him now.

Your tongue felt like sandpaper when you swallowed, a familiar thrum buzzing through your veins at the sight of his dark eyes drinking you in. You weren’t even fully standing next to the booth yet and Matty was already leaned back against the red leather with a smirk on his face that fueled the pounding of your heart. “Hi pretty girl.” 

It made you dizzy, how quickly the two of you fell back into things now that you were alone. Matty spoke the introduction through a smirk as if he was trying to show you how things could have gone if you hadn’t acted the way you did. 

You swallow thickly. “Hi Matty.” Shifting under his gaze. “Where’d your friends go?”

Matty checks you out unashamed, lingering on your exposed thighs. “Made ‘em leave.” Dragging up the expanse of your body to linger on the way your chest rose and fell as you breathed in and out deeply. “After the way you showed out?” Eyes that seemed darker than normal locked with your own in a heated gaze. “Wanted you all to myself.”

You blink, tilting your head to the side. “The way I showed out?” 

“Oh, don’t get all shy on me now, love.” Matty cooed. Love. That was new. You quite liked the sound of that. “You practically had steam rolling out of your ears when you first came over here.” He must have noticed the panic in your eyes at the mention of how you had acted, worried about what he may think, he was quick to assure you. “It was fucking hot, you getting all possessive over me.” Crossing his arms over his chest and shooting you a wolfish smile. “Though, I never thought I’d see a day where you got jealous.”

You scoff, feeling the need to defend yourself even though you knew he could see right through you, crossing your own arms over your chest and speaking firmly. “I wasn’t jealous.”

“Oh, please.” Matty drew out dramatically, rolling his eyes with a scoff. “You wanted to jump my bones right here in this booth just to show everyone in here who I belong to.”

You shifted on your feet, hating that Matty knew you so fucking well. You could admit it, tell him that you wanted nothing more than to crawl on his lap and allow him to finally have his way with you just so you could stake your claim over the boy you had fallen head over heels for. You could deny it, roll your eyes and call him crazy for ever even thinking that you would be jealous. Instead, you decided to ignore the jealousy element all together and focus on the big elephant in the room. “You don’t belong to me.”

A beat passes, full of nothing but locked eyes in a heated gaze and held breaths, waiting to see if the line you both had been tiptoeing around for seven months was finally about to be crossed or not. 

Matty blinks, staring directly into your eyes as he leaps over the line. “I could.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, heart pounding and ears ringing. You could feel something shift in the air through the thick tension between the two of you, you knew that Matty could feel it too, shifting from his place in the booth to scoot closer to where you were standing. “Let’s get out of here.”

“I-” You clear your throat in hopes that it would contain the ringing in your ears, the way that he was looking at you had heat swirling in your stomach and simmering through your veins, spreading throughout your whole body and making you feel woozy. “I should probably go check on my other tables.”

You swallow, ready to turn on your heels so you could put some space between the two of you, needing it so the air would actually reach your lungs - the tension between you blocked it from doing so. You made it one step before a warm hand was grabbing your wrist, not tight enough to hurt you but hard enough to stop you from leaving. The warmth from his hand only fueled the fire underneath your skin further, your tongue impossibly dry as you swallowed thickly, turning your body back around to face him, his hand lingered on your wrist despite the fact it had no reason to be there any longer.

“Wait.” His voice was more breathy than normal, you quite liked the sound of it, desperate to find a reason for you to stay. “You owe me a number.” 

You had completely forgotten that you still owed him a new digit of your phone number for this month, almost forgetting about the fact again when Matty’s thumb started to rub faint circles against your wrist, the feeling of it already had you feeling lightheaded. 

With the way he was looking up at you, dark eyes full of desperation and need, hand wrapped around your wrist and rubbing a thumb along the inside of it - you couldn’t help but tease him. “Do you think you deserve it?”

Matty’s eyes grew impossibly darker, hand tightening its hold on your wrist, blunt fingernails digging into the skin. You were sure he could feel your pounding pulse in your wrist, thankful he couldn’t feel the one in between your legs. He leaned in closer, voice low and gravely. “Remember what I said about making you eat those words, darling. You’re real bold now, I’d love to see how that holds up when I get you alone.”

The memory of the promise Matty had made to you months ago when you first started giving him a number for each and every month came rushing back to you, fueling the ache in your core as Matty's thumb traced a heart so faintly on your wrist that you thought you were imagining it.

You raised an eyebrow at him in response, not trusting your voice to actually speak anything. Matty narrowed his eyes before allowing a sly grin to spread over his pale face. “I’ll earn it, then.” You felt your eyebrows come together ever so slightly in confusion, not understanding what he meant by that, but he was quick to fill you in. “I’ll stay and help you close up and clean tonight.” Dark eyes flicked down to your mouth so quickly you almost missed it. “I’ll get on my hands and knees.”

You cursed your past self for ever informing him that you closed up the diner all by yourself any night that you worked. You were shaking your head before you even had time to clear your throat and find your voice, you knew exactly what he was doing. He knew that as soon as he got you alone, without the distraction of customers or tasks that you would lean on when things got a little too tense that there was no way in hell that you would be able to turn him down. It’s why you have avoided being alone with him for all these months, you knew you didn’t stand a chance.

You tried to speak, but it came out as nothing more than a squeak, clearing your throat to try again. “No, that’s okay. That’s not necessary.” Shaking your head with wide, panicked eyes. “I’ll just give it to you now.”

Matty smirked as he watched you scramble, knowing that he had you in the palm of his hand, literally - running his middle and ring finger in circles along the inside of your wrist. Almost as if he was imitating what he would do between your legs. You felt faint at the thought, so ready to just throw caution to the wind and take him right here in the booth in front of everyone.

It was a position he had put you in more times than you could count, nearly giving in to him, only to be left disappointed when you walked away from him. Matty wasn’t going to let that happen, not this time. He could feel that this was the big moment he had so desperately been waiting for for months now and he intended on capitalizing on it, desperate to get his way this time or he might implode. 

“No, really.” Matty trails off in favor of slowing the circle his two fingers were swirling around your wrist, rubbing them up and down in a straight line before pushing down on your pulse point with them. “I insist.”

The action took your breath away, hitching in your throat with a faint gasp that was like music to Matty’s ears, a wolfish grin taking over his face at the sound. You were sure he was imitating what he would do between your legs now, you throbbed at the thought, desperate to feel his hands that you had been so obsessed with for so long running all over your body, trailing down between your legs, collecting the arousal that you know had already started to pool there before sliding in - 

“You should probably go check on those tables now.” Matty winked, releasing his hold on your wrist all together. “Don’t want to keep anyone waiting.”

You nodded slowly, feet glued to their spot on the floor, scared that if you moved that you would melt away from the fire that burned beneath your skin. “Okay.”

And then you were turning on your heels, walking away from the booth on wobbly legs, desperate to catch some air down to your lungs. 

You were so fucking screwed. 

—

Matty lingered in his booth for the remainder of the night, busying himself with his phone or chatting up elderly women that approached him. You tried not to focus on him and instead gave all your attention to the people that passed through the diner in the remaining hours it was open, ignoring the looks from Ruth you got anytime you passed by her, you didn’t feel like explaining to her or anyone why Matty hadn’t left yet. You weren’t even quite sure if you had an answer. 

You felt more and more nervous as the time on the clock inched closer and closer to closing time, swallowing a lump in your throat when Tony tossed you the keys. “You can lock up when he leaves.”

You nodded, glancing at Matty who was drinking a chocolate milkshake you had passed him half an hour ago, drinking it ever so slowly to try and milk an excuse to stay as everyone else filtered out. 

And then the two of you were alone. 

You were quick to get to work, knowing that if you stopped moving for even half a second that Matty would be on you and you wouldn’t be able to resist. 

You were wiping down tables, back turned to the man that you could hear drying off coffee cups and stacking them neatly on the counter up front. It was nice, not being alone here so late for once, to have help. You were surprised that Matty was actually being helpful, convinced that he had just used it as a line to get you alone and while you were still positive that that was exactly what he had done, at least he was being helpful. 

You finished wiping down the table you were working on, turning your head to glance at Matty over your shoulder. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Matty’s dark eyes immediately found home against your own from across the restaurant, both of you fighting off a smile as you turned away. 

You shook your head softly as you made your way to the booth that Matty had claimed as his own all those months ago, a pink tint on your cheeks as you sprayed over the surface, bending over the table slightly so you could wipe it down - avoiding the chocolate milkshake that Matty had left behind, the glass starting to collect condensation in a ring against the table. You huffed, picking the cup up and wiping away the mess underneath it. 

You held the forgotten milkshake between manicured fingers, standing up, ready to chastise the man for not cleaning up after himself. Turning around with a complaint on your tongue but it died on the tip of it as you were immediately met with the sight of Matty standing in front of you, so close that the tips of his shoes were brushing against your own. You gripped the glass between your fingers tighter to stop yourself from dropping the milkshake to the floor from the way his sudden presence startled you. “Sorry.”

You gulp, staring up at him. When did he get so tall? You were so used to looking down at him sitting in the booth that the height difference had you craning your neck so you could face him, a wave of heat whirling through you at the smell of the cigarette break he had taken earlier still lingering on his clothes. You whisper because that’s how loud you needed to be for him to hear you. “It’s okay.”

Matty grabbed the milkshake from your hand, fingers brushing against your own and lingering for a passing beat before they were gone so he could place the milkshake down on the table behind him. You wanted to complain about how you had just cleaned that table off, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, not when he was staring down at you like he could eat you alive. 

Matty glances over your shoulder, dark eyes glimmering with warning signs as his lips raised in the faintest of smirks. “You missed a spot.”

You gulp, positive that you hadn’t. But there was this underlying need burning inside of you to be good for him, to please. You swallowed thick and hard, staring up at him for a beat before turning around and slowly bending back over the table to wipe it down again, well aware of his burning gaze that fell to the newly exposed skin as your skirt raised from the position you were in. You wiped the surface of the table slowly, allowing him to savor the sight of you bent over in front of him before standing back up and turning around to face him again.

Matty’s eyes were blown out, dark as ever, swimming in desire - a similar feeling thrumming through your veins at the sight. You could feel your resolve getting weaker and weaker with each passing second, crumbling like the ground beneath you as Matty's dark eyes pinned you to the floor. You knew this would happen, impossible to resist him if you had no distractions or excuses to leave. But you still liked to believe that you had some sort of control over the situation, knowing the only way you could keep that control was if you put some distance between the two of you. 

You cleared your throat, stepping off to the side and avoiding eye contact. The action made Matty snort. “I thought we were done pretending.”

Your voice was meek, wavering and breathy as you took another faint step backwards. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“When are you going to give it up?” Matty took a step closer to you, you took another back, could feel the red leather of the edge of the booth grazing against your back. You brought your eyebrows together, crossing your arms over your chest as Matty narrows his dark eyes filled with desire. “This act you’ve got going on where you pretend you don’t want me just as bad as I want you.” Taking another step forward that had you backing up to be flush against the edge of the booth. “I see right through you, I know you fucking want me.” Reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’ve got nowhere to run and hide now, darling. Just admit it.”

You use what little leverage you have with his arm up to slide underneath it, slipping into the booth and backing up into it, legs drawn up to your chest as you leaned back on both hands against the leather of the booth - sitting in it sideways so you could face the man who was staring down at you like he had you exactly where he wanted you. 

Matty took a step forward, his knees hitting the side of the booth you were sitting in, you couldn’t stop your eyes from trailing down the expanse of his body like he always did so unashamed with your own. Your tongue growing drier the further down his torso you got, gulping when your eyes landed on the bulge against the denim, eye level. If you were to scoot closer you could easily undo the button of his jeans and take him out so you could wrap your lips around - 

Matty placed one of his veiny hands against the top of the table, ready to steady himself as he raised a knee to the booth, ready to crawl into it with you. You gulped at the sight, scooting back ever so slightly as his other hand reached out to take hold of one of your calves, gently squeezing it before pulling it forward so that it was no longer bent up to your chest.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him maneuver you to be exactly how he wanted you, making it so easy for him,  showing no resistance at all. Matty repeated the action with the other leg, spreading your legs out until they were no longer bent and instead straight against the booth, feet hanging off the side of it and in between his legs as you stared up at him with a pounding heart and throbbing core. 

Matty placed his knee more firmly in the booth, now that he had the room to, the denim of his jeans scratched against your ankle as he leaned forward. 

“Matty.” You warned, voice breathless and desperate. Not even bothering to scoot back, you knew you had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. 

“What, darling?” Matty’s voice was deep, gravely, spoken through a wolfish grin as he crawled into the booth with you. “I won’t bite.”

You gulped, watching him intently as he crawled over you in the cramped space of the booth, the only option to put space between the two of you was to lay back against the booth. You lowered yourself against the red leather and Matty followed, taking his hand off the table in favor of placing it down next to your head, settling above you comfortably and  staring down at you with eyes that you could deem as nothing but black as your breath mixed together in hot, breathy pants. 

Matty’s eyes flickered down to your lips, his tongue reaching out to wet his own. “Tell me you don’t want me.” His voice so deep it was barely there. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

You gulp, shifting against the booth and brushing your thigh against the bulge in his denim, Matty pulled his bottom lip between his teeth at the feeling. Matty stared down at you, allowing nothing but the sound of your breath mixing to bounce against the walls of the diner, giving you time to tell him no. When you didn’t take the bait, Matty smirked, leaning down close enough that a curl that had fallen over was brushing against your forehead. You squirmed against the booth as the silence rang in your ears, driving you insane, wishing that he would say something because you were positive that you couldn’t. 

“Tell me you want me.” Matty begged, bringing his hips down to roll against your own so faint that it did nothing to pleasure either of you, but the action still had you gasping regardless - clenching around nothing and arousal pooling in your underwear. “Right here in this booth and you can have me, darling.” Your core clenches at the nickname. “Or I can leave and we can act like this never happened.”  

You're breathless, still trying to find your voice as Matty’s eyes search your face, lingering on your lips so long that it had you squirming against the red leather of the booth again. Matty takes your silence as rejection, starting to move up, the cold air hitting your face from the lack of his own felt like a cold bucket of water crashing into you, waking you up and making you realize that Matty was about to leave and that simply would not do. 

You grab his face between your palms, pulling him back down over you, where he belongs, crashing your lips against his own in a frantic kiss that already had you feeling hazy minded. It took Matty all of two seconds to register what was happening, quick to match the heat behind your lips and taking control of the kiss, as he did with everything.

You moan into his mouth, Matty took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, exploring you and nipping your own between his teeth before sucking your bottom lip back until he released it with a pop - only to dive right back in to kiss you with all the passion and desperation that had been building up for months and months. 

You threaded your manicured nails through his dark curls, scratching against his scalp softly as you tried your best to keep up with the bruising kiss, swallowing a groan that Matty spilled into your mouth. And oh, did you love the sound of that. 

Desperate to hear more from him, you raised your hips hoping that he would grind down on you again, Matty bites your bottom lip particularly hard at the feeling, licking over it to soothe the ache that shot down to your core.

You force Matty to swallow a whine, digging your nails through his curls and tugging on them, earning you another deep groan falling from Matty's mouth and flowing into yours. The sound had you kissing him with more fever, desperate and whining into his mouth, licking along his bottom lip before whispering against his lips. “Want you.”

Matty smiles into the kiss, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and pulling back until it releases with a pop, this time he didn’t dive back in - instead choosing to stare down at you as he caught his breath. 

Your pants mixed together as you stared at one another, desperation dripping in the thick tension of the booth. Your fingers lingered in his curls, giving them a faint tug as you pulled your own bottom lip between your teeth, already raw and swollen from the searing kiss Matty had fixed you with. Matty’s eyes flickered down at the sight, licking his own as he stared before locking his eyes back with your own, a smug smirk starting to creep onto his face.

“Yeah? You want me, baby?” Matty’s voice so deep, full of need and desire. The new pet name had you tugging on his curls once more with a whine, nodding your head against the red leather of the booth, desperate for him to touch you. Matty’s smirk deepened at your reaction to the new nickname, leaning down to kiss you again, mumbling against your lips. “Want me to what?”

You whine, pitiful and desperate, digging your nails against his scalp and earning you a nip at your lip. Matty numbed your mind as he kissed you slow, full of tongue and shared groans.

“Tell me, baby.” You swallow his words that reverberated against your lips, Matty pulled away with a teasing, dangerous look in his eyes. “You want me to leave?”

You whine at the thought, tugging on his hair when he made a show of starting to sit up again, forcing him back down into a searing kiss. “I want to hear you say it.” Matty groans, nipping your bottom lip with his teeth. “Tell me how you want me.”

You couldn’t find the words, whining and squirming in hopes that that would be enough, only finding your voice when Matty pulled away from the kiss again. “Please.”

You hoped the plea would be enough to get his hands on you, you were desperate and aching, the throb between your thighs begging for attention. Matty hummed, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip, smearing some of the mixed spit along your chin. 

“I don’t know what you want unless you tell me, darling.” Matty coos through a smirk. You whine, knowing that he knew exactly what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you say it. “I can’t read your mind.”

You tugged him back down against your mouth, a shared groan mixing before you both swallowed your share of it, tongues exploring one another. Your brain felt like it was melting out of your eyes at the way Matty kissed you, so full of passion and desire. It took one last tug of your bottom lip between his teeth before you mumbled against his lips what he so desperately had been wanting to hear for seven months now. “Fuck me, Matty. Please.”

Matty groaned into your mouth one last time, biting your lip so rough that you feared that it might be bleeding before pulling away and scrambling off of you so fast that you didn’t have time to register that he was off of you until he was grabbing your hips and pulling you down to the edge of the booth. 

You yelp as he manhandled you from his place on his knees on the black and white checkered tile - running his large, warm, addicting hands up the expanse of your thighs. You leaned up on your elbows so you could watch him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as he peppered a trail of kisses along the inside of your thighs, licking and grazing his teeth against the skin every so often just so he could hear you gasp. 

Matty’s long fingers slipped under the skirt of your uniform, tickling along the waistband of your underwear before hooking in the band of them. You gasp, nerves shooting through you. “You don’t have to.”

This wasn’t your first rodeo, you had been with a list of men prior to Matty and they were all the same, huffing when you asked them to go down on you - ridiculous that you even had to ask, always acting as though it was a chore. You didn’t want Matty to feel like he had to, you weren’t expecting him to, you’d take anything he’d give you.

Matty pulled back the band of your underwear far enough to release it against your skin with a harsh snap, making you hiss as he bit the inside of your thigh as the stunt wore off.

“Do you know how fucking long I’ve wanted to be between your legs?” Matty mumbles against the skin of your inner thigh, licking along a stripe of skin befire digging his teeth in as he hooked his fingers back into the waistband of your underwear. “Dreamed about it every single night for seven months.” Slowly starting to drag them down your thighs as you hold your breath in your throat. “Dreaming of how you’d taste.” Matty whispered, biting softly into your thigh once more before leaning back so he could drag your underwear down your legs the rest of the way, quick to dive back down and lick a long strip up your thigh, stopping right before where you wanted him most. “How you’d feel falling apart on my tongue.”

“Matty.” You whine as he settles between your thighs, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder and pushing the other one to open wider for him, giving him more space to make himself more at home on the floor between your legs. “Please. Need you so bad.”

Matty coos, blowing against your core and drinking in the sight of the way you trembled after. “You made me wait months for this and you can’t even wait five fucking minutes.” 

You whine, trying to pull him into you with the leg he had hooked over his shoulder, Matty pinched your hip meanly in return. Squirming against the red leather of the booth, you whine. “Matty.”

“Look at you.” Matty coos. “Haven’t even touched you properly yet and you already sound so pretty for me.”

You preen at his words, tightening your leg around his shoulder out of desperation. This time, however, Matty allows you to pull him into you - your head falling back against the red leather of the booth as his tongue falls out to lick a strip up the middle of your core. 

Matty groans against your folds, the vibrations intensifying the feeling as Matty swirled his tongue, exploring you and moaning at the taste. 

You couldn't lay still, heat already spreading through your veins so rapidly and lighting your skin on fire. You moan freely, breathy through pants as Matty swirls his tongue against your bundle of nerves. 

Matty pulls off long enough to whisper, “You taste,” Diving back in to lick a thick stripe through your folds, moaning against your cunt before pulling back enough to finish his sentence. “so fucking good.” Collecting your arousal with slow, flat strokes. Taking his time with you. “Better than I could have ever imagined.”

You preen at the compliment, a pretty pink blush taking over your cheeks as you squirm against the leather and moaning out. “More.”

Matty pulls off instead, chin wet with a pout, resting his head against your thigh as he catches his breath. “Let me take my time with you, baby.” You whine. “Been waiting for this for so fucking long. Gotta cherish it while I have you.” Matty explains, peppering wet kisses along the inside of your thigh, your arousal drying in the trail as he slowly made his way back to where you wanted him most - mumbling against your thigh. “What if I never get to have you like this ever again? Gotta make it last.”

You whine, squirming. You didn’t like the sound of that, of this being the only time, appalled that he could ever even assume that. “No.”

“No?”

“No.” You whine. “Only you.”

“Yeah?” You could feel Matty’s smile against your thigh. “Only me? I get you all to myself?” You nod, desperate and dripping against the booth, rolling your hips in hopes to find some form of friction only to be stopped by Matty’s hands holding you down. “That’s right, baby. All for me. Only ever me.”

You nod, a broken moan tumbling from your lips as Matty dives back in with a fire under his ass now, the idea of you belonging to him fueling the need to have you falling apart underneath him.

You reached down to take hold of one of his hands that held down your hips, he was quick to thread it with your own, holding onto it as he ate you out like a starved man. 

Matty moans against you, pushing the leg that wasn’t thrown over his shoulder more open so he’d have more room to work. “So pretty.” Matty mumbled against your cunt, pulling off with a kiss to your clit. “Pretty girl, pretty pussy.” He fits his lips around your clit and sucks, a broken moan ripped from your throat at the feeling, lifting your hips slightly and smearing more wetness across his chin. 

You could feel a familiar heat coiling in your stomach, shocked to feel it so soon. Gasping as his tongue slipped inside of you, nose brushing against your clit and causing your eyes to roll back into your skull. “Matty, fuck, I’m close.”

Matty doubled his efforts on you at your words, tongue fucking into you, sliding out so he could suck your bundle of nerves into his mouth, grazing his teeth against it ever so slightly and causing your hips to just. “Give it to me.” Matty mumbles against your cunt, the vibrations causing your eyes to roll back in your skull once more. “Cum for me, baby. Wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

You whine, swallowing thickly as Matty doubled his efforts on your clit, tongue swiping across it in a pace that had you gripping his hand in your own in a tight squeeze that mirrored the squeeze of your thigh around his head. Matty sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth one last time before you were crashing and burning against his tongue. 

Matty smiled against your cunt as you fell apart under him, body trembling and moaning his name like it was gospel as Matty continued to lick and suck his way through your high, only pulling off when your legs stopped convulsing in favor of laying slack and restless from the intensity of your orgasm. 

Matty didn’t let you bask in the glow for long, wiping his wet chin with the back of his hand before grabbing the leg that wasn’t thrown over his shoulder in his hand, slowly pushing it up and not stopping the journey until it was hooked over the back of the booth - his dark eyes drinking in the sight of you on full display for him, cunt still fluttering from the crash and burn it just endured.  

You were sure that he was going to stand up, get ready to fuck you, so you couldn’t help but allow your eyebrows to scrunch together when you felt him lean in and lick a slow, thick strip up your fluttering cunt.

“Matty.” You whine with a pout, so desperate to feel him inside of you. “Want you to fuck me.”

“I know, pretty baby.” Matty coos against your folds, swirling his tongue over your swollen clit before placing a soft kiss against it, pulling away and resting his head against your thigh. “You tasted so good, sounded so pretty for me, baby, I just want to do it one more time.” You whine, squirming against the red leather of the booth. “Will you let me do that, baby? Then I promise to give you what you want.” 

Matty trailed two fingers down from your hip, blunt nails scratching against your hot skin ever so slightly on their journey down between your thighs, running them through your folds to collect the wetness there before resting them against your entrance. You felt lightheaded at the feeling of his long, thick, calloused fingers teasing against your hole that clenched in anticipation - rolling your hips to try and force them inside of you. 

Matty grazes his teeth against the inside of your thigh, sticking his tongue out to lick his way back home to your cunt, swirling around your clit as he slowly pushes two of his fingers inside of you. You gasped at the stretch, holding the gasp in the back of your throat as Matty bottoms them out to his knuckles, slowly swirling a tongue against your swollen, sensitive clit as he allowed you to get used to the stretch. He waited until you were rolling your hips out of desperation for him to move before he pulled his fingers out of you just as slowly as he entered, your walls clenching from the emptiness as he pulled out, teeth grazing against your clit as he slowly pushed back in - halting once he pushed up to his knuckles. 

“Matty.” You groan, rolling your head against the booth and palming your breasts over your uniform, so much tension built up inside of you that you needed to find a way to release it. “More.”

Matty smiled against your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth and pulling back until it slipped from between his lips, locking eyes with you before dribbling spit from his mouth and onto your cunt, all over his fingers. You whine at the obscene sight before you, clenching around his unmoving fingers and rolling your hips, desperate to feel mind numbing pleasure like before.

Matty leaned back down to lick his spit mixed with your slick, tip of his perfect nose rubbing against your clit as he licked around his unmoving fingers. “Matty.” You whine, so desperate for him to move, the feeling of being so full with no reward was making you lightheaded. “Fuck me. Please.”

That seemed to be what Matty was waiting on, shifting on his knees on the floor beneath him before fucking into you in a pace that had you throwing your head back against the booth and whining through desperate gasps of air, none of it actually reaching your lungs as Matty fucked you hard and fast - the wet sounds that filled the diner were nothing but pornographic as your moans mixed together in a beautiful symphony of lust and desire. 

“Fuck.” You cry, eyes rolling back when Matty’s impossibly long fingers curled, hitting that heavenly spot inside of you that had you moaning his name like it was all you knew. 

Matty smiled against your cunt, swirling his tongue around your clit as your walls fluttered around his fingers, relishing in the sounds you were making for him - feeling drunk on pussy, your breathy moans and addictive whines. 

You rolled your hips down, grinding on his face and meeting some of his thrusts when your paces aligned just right. Matty doubled his efforts on you, could tell that you were close by the way you were clenching around him, sucking your clit between his lips and curling his fingers perfectly. You didn’t even have time to give him a verbal warning this time before you were crashing and burning, skin on fire as your body shook against the booth with the intensity of your orgasm.

Matty fucked you through your high, not as fast as he had been but still enough to prolong it, moaning against your cunt as your aftershocks rolled through you. You whined pitifully, sensitive and exhausted. 

Matty placed one last kiss to your clit before slowly pulling his fingers out of you, turning his head to suck a bruise into your inner thigh as he stretched his arm up to your mouth so you could suck his fingers coated in your slick into your mouth, you moan around his digits pornographically, swirling your tongue around them as Matty groaned against your thigh at the feeling.

Matty pulled off of your thigh when he was satisfied with the deep purple bruise that he had sucked into it, trailing open mouth kisses up the expanse of it as he made his way up from his knees. Kissing along your arms, the side of your neck, before slipping his fingers from your mouth in favor of gripping your jaw with them - your spit smearing against your chin as Matty pulled you in for a hungry kiss. 

You liked how you tasted on his tongue even better than his fingers, moaning into his mouth as he kissed you with fever, gripping your jaw tight as he pulled off to lick down the side of your neck - forcing it to the side so he could kiss up it with more room. Grazing his teeth against your pulse points and licking a thick strip up the side of it until he reached your ear lobe, pulling it between his teeth and breathing hotly into your ear before whispering. “You did so fucking good for me, pretty baby.” You whine at the praise, preening underneath him and clenching around nothing. “Such a good girl, you want me to fuck you?”

You thrashed against the red leather of the booth, clenching and pleading for him. Matty smiled down at you, undressing you from your uniform, tossing it behind him before hooking his arms around you and lifting you up, splaying you out on the table of the booth rather than the seat of it - a better angle for him considering the table was the same height as his hips. You gasped at the cold feeling of the table against your naked back, writhing against the table as Matty trailed his calloused fingers along your thighs, splaying his hand out on it and spreading your legs wider for him. 

“You ready for me, baby?” He dragged two of his fingers through the wetness of your folds, your body jolted at the feeling, so sensitive from already having two orgasms. Matty smiled down at you, condescending and powerful. “Think you can handle it?”

“Yes.” You whined, so desperate for it. Watching Matty undo his jeans through half lidded eyes, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched his skilled fingers slide down the zipper of the denim, dragging his hand into his boxers to take hold of himself but not revealing it to you. Putting on a show as he tipped his head back in a groan, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue as he pulled strokes over himself inside of the black cotton. You weren’t sure whether to watch his face as he pumped himself or stare at the movement hidden behind the boxers, imagining what it might look like. “Yes, I can handle it. Matty, please. Fuck me, please.” 

You trailed off pleading, Matty smirked through it all, continuing to stroke himself beneath the band of his boxers for a few more strokes before pulling himself out of confinement. You moaned at the sight as Matty hissed from the cold air hitting him. Your eyes drank in the sight of his hand wrapped around himself, passing over the length and squeezing when he got close to the tip. 

You were panting, maybe you were drooling too, you weren’t sure - so desperate for him to fuck you that you couldn’t find it in you to care. “Matty, please.”

A smirk that could only be read as dangerous spread across Matty’s face as he took a step forward, running his tip through your folds once, the feeling already had your eyes rolling back into your skull and he hadn’t even started pushing in yet. Matty held his tip at your entrance, barely dipping into it before leaning over your body that writhed against the table, rolling your hips desperately to try to bring him deeper inside of you. Matty tsked, kissing up the expanse of your neck, digging his canine teeth into the side of it before whispering in your ear. “Do you think you deserve it?”

You whine, pitiful and desperate. Finally fulfilling his promise of making you eat those words that you had continuously teased him with time after time, cursing yourself for ever muttering the words now that he was throwing them back in your face. You writhed against the cool table, rolling your head to the side to capture his mouth in a dirty kiss that you hoped would convince him. 

Matty’s tongue rolled against your own in a numb numbing fashion, melting your brain out of your ears as he grinded down out of instinct, pushing his tip ever so slightly further inside of you but not near enough to give you the stretch that you needed. 

“Do you?” Matty mumbled against your lips, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth, pulling it back and releasing it with a pop, staring down at you with dark eyes that held all the power in the world. “After turning me down for months, you want me to give you what you want the first time you ask for it?” Matty’s smile is condescending, leaning back so he could look down at you on display for him, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he ran his tip through your folds once more. “Greedy fucking girl.”

“Matty.” You whine, throbbing and aching for something, anything. Matty pulls away from you all together, taking a slight step backwards and back to start stroking himself again slowly, you whine at the loss. 

“I want to hear you beg for it.” Matty’s voice was rough, deep, commanding. “You made me beg for months, I want to hear you beg for my cock.” You whine, his words shot straight down to your core. “Beg for it because you could have had it this entire time.” You felt silly for ever rejecting him now that you knew he had a mouth like this on him. Matty reached down to grip your jaw between his thumb and middle finger, running his pointer along your bottom lip, pushing it past your lips that were a darker shade than normal from being kissed and bitten raw. You accepted the finger happily, humming around the digit as your tongue swirled. Matty groaned, tightening his hold on your jaw. “But you wanted to be stubborn, isn’t that right, darling?”

You nodded with his finger in your mouth, grazing your teeth against his digit before slurring your pleas around it. “Please, please, fuck me. I need you so bad. Please.”

Matty it was the way it all came out in a garbled mess, or maybe it was how pretty you looked with your bitten raw lips wrapped around his finger but it was probably the fact that Matty had been waiting for this moment for seven months now - pulling his bottom lip between his teeth before lining himself up and slowly pushing into you. His groan mixed together with your whine in a beautiful harmony as he bottomed out inside of you, hissing as he did so. “Fuck, so fucking tight around me. Shit.”

Your mouth was hanging open, eyebrows scrunched together as you adjusted to the stretch of him inside of you, already feeling so full and skin on fire. You clench around him, both of you falling into a groan at the feeling. “Fuck.”

Matty held a vice grip on your hip as he slowly pulled out of you, the drag against your walls mind numbing, not wasting any time to slide back into you in a pace just as slow. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, baby, fuck. So fucking good for me, you’re doing so good.” 

You preen under the praise, clenching your walls around him and begging him to go faster. Matty was quick to accommodate you, pulling out just as slow as he had before to just the tip before snapping his hip back into you. You rolled your head to the side at the feeling of him properly fucking you now, eyes fluttering shut from the overwhelming feeling of his hips slamming against your own - breathy moans mixed with the slapping of skin and filling the vacant diner. 

Matty’s hand found home back against your jaw, gripping it and forcing your head back straight. “Look at me.” You struggled to open your eyes, the lids fighting to close again as the pleasure bloomed behind them. “Want you to watch me make you fall apart on my cock.”

You whine, pitiful as ever, clenching around him and making his hips stutter in the process but he was quick to regain his footing. “Fuck, I dreamed of the day I’d get to have you like this, fucking purring underneath me and taking me so well. Just like you were made for me.”  His hips picked up in pace, mind numbing and overwhelming. “Would have laid you out on this table that very first night if you had let me, I wanted to. It’s all I thought about for the entire week, I didn’t sleep a wink. I knew I had to come back for more. Fuck.” Matty groaned, thrusting into you harder now. “Every time I saw you hike your little skirt up before walking over to me, I just wanted to bend you over this booth and take you in front of everyone in that diner to see.” 

You whine at the thought, wrapping your legs around his waist and tugging him in closer to you, making him fuck you with a new angle that was impossibly deeper - hitting that heavenly spot inside of you with each thrust and making your eyes roll back into your skull. “Oh my god.” 

“But they’ll never see you fall apart like I do, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Blunt fingernails digging into your hip as he railed into you with a pace that took your breath away. “I’m the only one who gets to hear your pretty little moans.” The mention of them had him pulling one out of you. Matty leaned back to watched the way he fucked you, drunk on the sight of his dick disappearing inside of you. “The only one who gets to feel this pretty pussy throbbing around ‘em.”

A broken moan rips from your throat at his filthy words, writhing against the table with a gasp when his calloused fingers find home against your clit, rubbing tight circles against the swollen and sensitive bundle of nerves. You could already feel that familiar coil tightening inside of you, could tell Matty was getting close too by the way his hips faltered. 

“Fuck, baby.” Matty groans, fingers flying across your clit as his hips slammed into you. “I’m so fucking close.” You nodded in agreement, could feel your toes growing numb from how hard you were curling them as the pleasure bloomed through you and lit your skin on fire. “Where do you want me?”

“Inside.” You whine, clenching around him at the thought, wanting nothing more than to feel his cum dripping out of you when this was all over with. “Wanna feel you.”

“Fuck, yeah?” Matty hissed, fucking into you impossibly quicker now, causing your head to fall back in a groan. “You want me to fill you up, baby?” You nod, desperate and on the brink of tipping over the edge. “Yeah? Want me to make you all mine?” 

Fuck. You loved the sound of that, being all Matty’s. “Please.”

“Okay, pretty girl.” Matty promised, pressing harder against your clit. “Need you to cum for me first, though. Can you do that for me? I know you can, you’re such a good girl.”

Your mouth dropped open in a gasp that turned into a moan mixed whine of his name as you barreled closer and closer to your inevitable end. You could feel electricity coursing through your veins, igniting the coil that was tightening in your stomach.

“Show me how good you can be, darling.” Matty encourages you, fingers flying against your clit and snapping his hips into you at a mind numbing pace. “Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock, make a fucking mess.”

You couldn’t even make any sounds as your third orgasm crashed into you, the most intense one yet. Your walls clenching and fluttering around him as the dam snapped inside of you, immense, indescribable pleasure flooding under your overheated skin as Matty fucked you through your high. 

A breathy whine tumbled from Matty’s lips that he was biting raw from the feeling of you falling apart on him, overwhelmed and so close to the edge himself. You were panting, desperate to catch your breath as your aftershock rolled through you, mustering up what little energy you could find to reach your hands up so you could hold his face in your own, pulling it down to melt against your own. 

You both were rather useless in the kiss, but it didn’t matter, both of you needing to feel their lips against the other to feel more grounded, panting into each other's mouths as Matty’s hips stuttered as you licked lazy along his bottom lip. “Wanna feel you, please.” Matty groaned, nipping at your bottom lip as he slammed into you, chasing his release. “Come on, give me what I want. Cum in me, Matty.”

A broken whine ripped from Matty’s throat as his face broke out in pleasure, two more thrusts and he was spilling inside of you. “Shit - oh, fuck baby. Oh my god.”

A lazy smile spread over your face with a faint moan tumbling from your lips at the feeling of Matty filling you up. Making you his. Finally. 

Matty fell over you, fucking into you lazily as he rode out his high, whining into your ear and nibbling on the lobe until he was done crashing and burning. The two of you laid wrapped up in one another for what felt like hours, mixing breathy pants and sweat as you relished in the feeling of finally being able to do what should have been done that first night he walked in. 

Matty kissed behind your ear, starting a lazy trail along the side of your neck, across your jaw, around to your chin before eventually finding home against your mouth and melting against one another. 

You weren’t too sure how long the two of you were wrapped up in lazy tongues and hushed whispers, all you knew was it felt like a lifetime, never wanting the moment to come to an end but knowing it had to eventually. 

After a few more shared kisses and whispered compliments, Matty was slowly pulling out of you, an action you both hissed at. You whined at the empty feeling, eyes rolling back slightly at the feeling of him starting to drip out of you. You stared at Matty through half lidded eyes as he leaned back to watch the way his cum slowly dripped out of your core, mesmerized with a smirk playing on his lips. 

Matty couldn’t help but drag two of his fingers through the mess, making you whimper from the sensitivity as he collected his cum mixed with your juices on two of his fingers, staring into your eyes as he stuck his tongue out to clean his digits off - groaning at the taste with a roll of his dark eyes. 

You squirmed as you watched the obscenity unfold before you, swallowing thickly and wishing you knew what the mix of you tasted like. Almost as if he had read your mind, Matty hummed. “You wanna taste, darling?”

You nodded, desperate and whining. Matty nodded with a smirk. “Open up then.”

You were quick to open your jaw, sticking your tongue out, staring at him with doe eyes as he groaned at the sight - quick to collect more of his cum that had dripped out of you and mixed with your own leftover arousal. You expected Matty to bring his fingers up to your mouth so you could suck them clean, so you were confused when he brought them up to his own mouth, sticking his tongue out in a pornographic way to lick them clean. 

You watched him intently as he stared down at you with a shameless smirk, heat swirling in your stomach as he leaned down, gripping your jaw between his wet fingers and spitting the load into your mouth. You whined at the action, eyes rolling back in your skull as your tongue got coated in a mix of shared cum and Matty’s spit. “Swallow.” 

You didn’t hesitate, closing your mouth and swallowing it down in one go, you could feel it burning the entire way down. “Good girl.” Matty coos, tracing a finger along your bottom lip softly. “Now, let's get you all cleaned up.”

—

You were leaning against the side of your car, Matty towered over you with his hand on your hood, a playful, flirtatious smile playing on both of your lips - shy and high on shared feelings and emotions. “I guess I’ll see you in a week then.”

Matty’s smile deepens. “Yeah, I guess so.” Leaning in to kiss your forehead softly before capturing your lips next. You hummed against his warm mouth, feeling as though you were floating on cloud nine. “Thanks for the number, by the way. Only three more to go.”

You smiled wide with pink cheeks, recalling back to the number you had written next to the already existing ones. 822-993 and a bright new 1 making home amongst the others. “Yeah, well, you earned it.”

Matty snorts, shaking his head and laughing into your hair as he places a kiss to the side of your head. “I’ll see you around, love.”

You nodded your head, allowing him to open the door to your car for you so you could slide in, his hand lingering on the open door as you buckled yourself in. “Goodbye, Matty.”

“Bye, darling.”

—

You weren’t expecting to see Matty for another week, expecting to fall back easily into your regular routine with one another, so you were surprised to come out of the kitchen the following afternoon and see Matty sitting in his regular booth with his hand folded against the table, thrumming his fingers alongside the back of them as he waited patiently for you.

You felt your brows furrow together in confusion as your converse clad feet carried you across the black and white tile of the all too familiar booth, memories of the night before burned behind your eyelids the closer you got to it. “Are you confused?”

Matty must have been so deep in thought that he hadn’t even noticed your presence, jumping slightly at the sound of your voice but quickly recovering with an easy smile spreading over his face at the sight of you. “No, why?”

“Well,” You tilted your head to the side. “It's Thursday, you saw me yesterday, you couldn’t possibly want to eat another burger so soon.”

Matty’s smile quickly faded into a smirk as he looked you up and down, undressing you with his eyes - an action he had done more times than you could count, yet now he actually knew what was hidden underneath. “A burger? No.” Matty shook his head, locking eyes with you and raising a brow. “You on the other hand, I’d love to take another bite of.”

You blushed easily, unashamed to show how his words affected you after the events that unfolded the previous night. “What would you like to order then?” You spoke easy and unwavering, pulling your notepad and pen from your apron to take down his order for the first time in months, fixing the man with a look to stop the joke before it even had the opportunity to leave his mouth. “I’m not on the menu.”

Matty tsked, snapping his fingers together out of disappointment and causing a soft giggle to pour from you. “Well, I guess just get me some pancakes then if I can’t have what I really want.” Matty sighed, dramatic as ever, you shook your head as you continued to giggle. 

“You got it.” 

Thursdays were more busy than Wednesdays, meaning that you barely had time to listen to what new creative pick up lines Matty could come up with on the spot, apologizing with a sad smile when you came to deliver his check. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Matty waves it off, smiling and eyes gleaming. “Just happy to get to see my girl any chance I get.”

You blush hard and fast, dropping your head to hide your face as best as you could. His girl. You quite liked the sound of that and how easy it fell from his tongue, making you feel more confident about what you had written on the bottom of his receipt, sliding it over to him and  fighting off a smile as Matty read over it - his thick eyebrows coming together in the confused way that you expected them to.

“Is there a specific reason that you wrote 670 on the bottom of this?” Matty questioned, eyes still glued to the numbers you had etched in black ink before walking over here. “I mean, clearly there is because there's a heart next to them.” Matty spoke his thought process outloud, causing you to snort through a laugh. He looked up at you with soft but puzzled eyes. “What does this mean?”

You shrug, smiling innocently. “Oh, I don’t know.” You drew out, batting your eyelashes and rocking back and forth on your feet. “Maybe you should combine them with some other numbers you have sitting in your wallet.”

The grin that spread across Matty’s face split it in two, a pink tint overtaking his own cheeks as he stared down at the final three digits of your phone number in disbelief. “I can’t believe this is real.” Scratching the back of his head before raising it in the air in a fist, pumping it in celebration. “We fucking did it, boys!”

You thought that he was just being silly, but you were surprised and shocked to hear hooping and hollering from back in the kitchen, turning around to glance in the direction and laughing at the sight of Nick, Ricky and Ruth all watching through the serving window with cheerful smiles - quick to duck underneath it now that you were looking at them. You stayed turned around for a beat, processing the fact that sometime between all of his visits he had formed a friendship with the three of them, scheming behind your back and somehow you had no idea.  

You turned back around to face Matty, fighting off a smile with puzzled eyes as you opened your mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words, pointing behind you in the direction of the kitchen. 

“No time for questions, sweetheart. This is a very big moment for me.” Matty waved you off, already having his phone pulled out so he could create a contact for you, the sight of his excitement has the questions dying in your throat, watching him type your number in with a smile. “Wow.” Matty sighed, saving the contact to his phone and locking it, tossing it to the side and now facing you with a smirk that told you he was about to make an awful joke. “I fucked you so good last night that I got a digit for each time I made you cum.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, eyes wide as you looked around to make sure nobody had overhead him. “We are in public.” You scolded, but the blush on your cheeks contradicted it. “This is a family establishment.”

Matty gave you a crooked smile, dark eyes running along the expanse of your frame and raising an eyebrow when he arrived back at your eyes. “Family establishment.” Matty mocks with a snort. “That didn’t stop you from taking my dic-”

“Alright.” You cut him off with wide, pointed eyes. Matty laughed easily, bringing his tongue out to lick along his bottom lip as he smiled, holding his bottom lip between his teeth. “Are you quite finished?”

“I don’t know.” Matty shrugged. “Are you? Don’t you still have a few more rounds left to go? Or am I remembering wrong?”

You huff a deep breath from your nose, forcing your mouth into a tight line, not giving him the satisfaction of the laugh that threatened to spill from you. You closed your eyes, counting to ten before reopening them, giving him an overly bright smile, ready to run and hide in the kitchen - feeling like nothing had changed, still that same flustered girl you were before as you tilted your head down at him. “Goodbye, Matty.”

[alex-dolmatescu2-0]

New AU, sir! @nonexistentquinn

[lanseax]

vi drives for kiramman enterprises, not really caring who they are or what they do. they pay the best rates for drivers who are efficient and reliable. her more recent trips have her on the opposite side of the country but she took this one to get space between her and her past for a while. so she’s going cross country and she stops at this lil diner she used to frequent when she was on this side of country. jericho’s had the best eel soup she’s ever had. (she never asks where he gets the eel this far inland).

time’s changed the diner, its got a fresh new coat of paint on the outside that doesnt reflect the inside and to top it off there’s a cute new waitress who rarely smiles but will turn around to beam when vi cracks a joke or two

[purple-dahlias]

diner!au

“What can I get you?” Ava asks, looking up at the woman standing before her, with windswept hair and a pensive look about her.

“Oh, uh,” Sarah’s caught off guard, looking about her.

“That’s alright,” Ava smiles gently, “take your time.”

“Mama makes the best mac n cheese!” A voice pipes up behind her, and Sarah whips around, startled. She hadn’t thought there was anyone else there. Her face rearranges into a smile, though, seeing a girl of about six kneeling up on the seat of one of the upholstered leather booths, crayon in hand.

“That so?” Sarah laughs, receiving a vigorous nod from the girl in response. “I think I might have to go with that, then,” she decides.

[clarawatson]

It Only Takes a Taste

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x [Fem]!Reader (GN pronouns, fem coded stuff, but I’m not sure where this is going as a larger work so we’ll say Fem!reader to be safe) Summary: You work at a diner. Aaron Hotchner falls in love with you. We’re not kidding around trying to make us all sound like profilers, just accept the diner life, we love it here. W/C: 1498 Warnings: none yet!  A/N:  First chapter of that diner!au i was talking about here! AO3 ps. I forgot to tag people, so: @willowrose99 & @genevievedarcygranger my beloveds. If you want to get added to the tag list jump in my inbox and i’ll try to remember to add tags every time i post. Where am I in this series?  01 | 02 | 03 | 04 |

~

When you first meet him it’s 5am and raining. You’re switching over shifts for your friend, Rita, because she’s been doing night shifts at the diner. This late into her pregnancy she shouldn’t be working, not technically, but she needs the money and she’s got insomnia because of the baby, so she works nights now. There’s always someone working with her, be it Joe (who’s got far too much muscle for a chef) or Lola (who can beat anyone to a pulp with a pie tray). In the early hours of the morning a bunch of tatt’ed bikies come and sit and talk about their extracurricular activities (definitely not legal) because one time there was an armed hold up and the police didn’t turn up until two hours after it had happened. People don’t like holding up a diner full of men who eat their own motorbikes for breakfast.

But when he comes in, he’s not any of them. He’s not even one of Lola’s nightly hook-ups (she needs the money, you don’t ask). He’s too well dressed in a grey suit (or is it black? Maybe it’s black), trying desperately to shove his I.D. badge in his pocket. He has a look about him that says ‘I’m part of one of the alphabet soup agencies’. A smile on his face, dead in the eyes, and the weight of the world on his shoulders. He fumbles with his wallet as he squints to read the menu behind the counter. The rain’s stopped dripping from his hair, instead he’s got droplets like his woken with the morning dew upon him.

“Hi love,” Rita coos as she hangs her apron up. She has a look about her that says she’ll eat this man for her breakfast. It’s an effort not to curse those pregnancy hormones some days.

“Go home,” you tell her, swatting her arm. “Put your feet up, rest, sleep while the baby does or some shit.” Rita sticks her bottom lip out and pouts, but she’s making grabby hands for her purse, which is stored where the tea towels used to be. Far too high to reach even when one’s not pregnant. You grab it down for her, ignoring the showering of thank-yous.

The new guy (who is getting more and more handsome by the second) is still looking at the menu. He doesn’t look like he’s going to stop looking and order any time soon.

“Are you sure you’re fine to take the metro in this weather?” you check. She’s rubbing her swollen belly and looking longingly at the booths that haven’t had anyone sit in them for hours now. 

“Wait forty-five minutes and I’ll take you!” Joe yells. He’s slaving over something in the kitchen even though it looks like no one’s ordered in hours. “Wife gave me the car ‘cause of the storm!”

“Forty-five,” you repeat and point her towards the seat that she’s been eyeing off. Rita sighs, nods, then goes out to the seat. “What can I get you?” Usually when addressing the customer you’d add something gentle like ‘sweetheart’ or ‘love’ or ‘dear’ because the customers like it and they come back because they think you’re treating them like a long lost friend.

He bats his dark eyelashes and rubs at his forehead.

“I don’t know.” He sounds tired, balancing on the very edge of exhaustion. He might just fall off into a pit of sleep that he won’t wake up from. Been there, done that. “Do you guys do coffee?”

You laugh and point to the brewed pot beside you. There’s one for each table, free refills with a pie purchase. It’s written in decorative lettering right above you on the blackboard.

“We can put it in a take-away cup. It’s before six so it’s free anyway,” you offer. The last bits a lie, but Joe doesn’t care about a cup or two of coffee going missing. He’ll catch it up later when he flirts with all of the mom’s coming through after school drop off. The new guy nods and pulls out a ten dollar note and shoves it in the tip jar. You raise an eyebrow at him, but he nods anyway. He’s like a broken bobblehead.

“I know.” He goes to the sweets display and searches through it like he’s looking for something specific. Maybe he is. You’ve not seen him in the diner before, and neither has Rita, but maybe he’s one of Lola’s regulars. Maybe you’d judged him wrong. 

“Anything caught your eye?” you ask, leaning over the counter as if you could see it from his angle too. Maybe you do it to show off just that little bit of cleavage. He notices, then looks like he’s done entirely the wrong thing as he licks his lips and blinks like a school boy.

“S-sorry,” he stammers, and Rita giggles. You point at her and give her a stern look, but she just puts her hand over her mouth and lies down on the seat. She’s still silently giggling because her belly keeps bobbing above the table. 

“I just…” he has that exhausted look on his face again.

“Long day at work?” The answer is always yes for the people who work at the alphabet agencies. He nods. “Take a seat, grab some coffee, take a minute. It’s only just gone five, you’ve got time.” 

He nods. He looks like he’s gotten his words all mixed up and they’re just sitting in his mouth, refusing to leave. Tongue tied doesn’t exactly encapsulate what looks like is going on inside his head. He sits at one of the chairs in front on the counter, and takes the coffee cup gratefully as you pass it to him.

He’s definitely an alphabet soup man. He sits in this weird stance like he’s countering his weight against a gun. His shoulders are hunched forward as if he spends hours a day doing paperwork. He’s got a nervous twitch in his hands like sitting still is only going to bring the next case.

You think about making a joke about turning on the cellphone jammer, but last time Joe made that joke the whole place ended up swarming with cops. Absolute disaster. No one’s going to do that one again. 

“Cherry, berry or apple?” you ask, grabbing a plate.

“Sorry?”

“Cherry, berry or apple?” Rita repeats from her booth. “For the pie, sweetheart.”

“Uh, I didn’t—“

“Eat it,” Rita growled. You pull a face at her even though she can’t see you. The guy smiles.

“Apple, please.” Well mannered. Sweet. He looks elated as you slide the apple pie to him and hand him the canned cream.

“Not as good as fresh, but it’s better than nothing.” 

He puts a generous amount on his plate. You half think he might like it more than proper cream. Rita leans up just enough to look at him as he digs in, fanning herself playfully before sighing and collapsing back down.

Joe brings out his tray of caramel salted cookies. They’re thick enough to look like cakes with a gooey caramel center, and they usually sell out pretty quickly. The new guy watches them intently.

“How much trouble am I going to get into if I give those to my son?” 

“How old is he?”

“Ten.”

You smile. That’s a good age. “How much do you hate his teacher?” 

He considers this with a gentle tilt of his head. “Not a lot. I’ll give it to him after school.” He pulls out his wallet again and Joe looks like he’s just hit the mother lode as he grabs one of the cardboard boxes. 

“If you really want to spoil your kid, y/n here can write really pretty on top.” You glare at Joe. He shrugs. He’s covered in cake batter and cookie dough, and smells like pancake batter. He’s always smelling sickly sweet, and like a well lived in home, despite looking like the living embodiment of Gaston. “She does it for my wife all the time.”

The handsome man’s phone buzzes. He checks it, then shovels the rest of his pie in his mouth like a starved man. 

“I have to go,” he says. He gives Joe another ten and tells him to keep the change. Joe looks like he’s about to break into a song and dance. You pour a fresh cup of coffee into a take-away cup and slide it across the counter to him. He thanks you a thousand times over then goes. With his cookie.

“Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME?” Rita screeches the moment the door shut with it’s little jingle. “I’ll-show-him-my-cleavage-but-I-won’t-ask-his-name?? No wonder you can’t get a date!”

“I’ll do it next time.” Not that there’s ever a ‘next time’ for these alphabet soup agents. They’re always looking for the next place to go to so they don’t have a ‘regular place’ that can be ambushed. 

But in a perfect world... you’d see him every day.

[crockettmarcel]

platonic crockett + reese (feat. lolly) x diner!au for your three sentence thingy pls? 💖

“Table six wants a chocolate milkshake,” Sarah announces, placing her notepad and pen down on the counter.

Crockett looks over to the booth at the end, where Lolly’s sitting colouring by herself, an empty glass and basket of fries in front of her.

“That will be her third one of the day. She’s getting apple juice.”

three sentence fic

[blushing-starker]

I'm feeling soft!

(@professional-benaddict the pastels reminded me of you)

[pherryt]

Finding Our Way

Chapter 19 -  Board Games Aren't Just For Kids

Supernatural, Diner!Au, Polyamory

Rating: E Ships: Destiel, Bendriel, Dean/Cas/Benny/Alfie Chapter Wordcount: 2603 Story wordcount: 48,989 Summary

This certainly wasn't the way Alfie had expected to spend the evening and though he was a bit skeptical at first, in the end, he was glad he'd given it a shot.