#flapper reader

[aiyshaaa]

DUVET <3 | IWAIZUMI X FLAPPER READER

divider by @thecutestgrotto

warnings ! ౨ৎ : 1920s aestic -- , fluff , mentions of speakeies

a/n : when also making this I was in a 1920s phase for smth… 😭

“Ward Eight please.”

He ordered as he waited. Reading the pulps to pass the time, he hears the store bell ring to for it to appear a flapper.

Black French side part bob wearing a feather to finish the look. “A flapper.” He thought, he wasn’t surprised as they are everywhere. Near every speakeasies, black tans, and fancy—

He saw you come up on and sit down on the spinning chair ordering a— “French 75? Got it Ma’am” One of Iwaizumi’s brows rise up in surprise a bit as the Barmaid knew your answer.

Guessing you’ve been here a few times or many.

You shift to him giving him a smile about to speak, “Bienvenue ! Comment vous appelez-vous ? Je suis —“

You introduced yourself making him frown “French?”

He DIDNT speak French but only knew ‘Bonjour!’ Or ‘Qui!’ So this left him confused.

But he understood after you said your name a guessed you said hello or welcome or something.

“Iwaizumi Hajime?” he said back a little confused still. He asked “You, are French right?”

You nod to his question a bit confused with him but understand soon after. “Yes I am! Sorry I just never saw you before so I really thought you were French..?”

You say finally in english but still keeping the accent which made him a bit happy. “It’s fine, so doll.. what you doin here? You work here or?”

He asked which made you giggle a bit as you answer “I don’t! Just come here often, that how they know my order mostly..” you smile at making him smile back.

The Barmaid comes back with your drinks. “A Ward Eight for Iwaizumi? And French 75 for —?”

You both nod taking your drinks and taking a sip before talking to each other again. It’s was 20 minutes after your long discussioning and talking.

“Well, I gotta go sadly! See you later?” He nods and says his goodbyes and yours.

He felt a little down that you left. You felt like a comforter.. to his ears as you talked and ranted…—

“god… I think I’m inlove…”

[rosie-anon]

Tommy boy meeting flapper reader?

“Come out with me, Tommy Boy. Would hate to hit the giggle water without you,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Can’t have you goin’ off with some butter and egg man, now can I?” He teases, grinning. He loops his arms around your waist and pulls you in close. “‘Course I’ll come.”