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Brunch Rush b.a

the sound of forks on plates, laughter, chairs scraping against the floor, and the chime of a bell as the door opens

The breakfast cafe I worked at only opened two hours ago but it felt as if I had been working for a decade. Apparently every single person in L.A. had stopped by to get brunch and running around getting orders, refilling drinks, and dealing with rowdy customers had left me with a killer headache.

And that stupid bell was just making matters worse. Every two seconds it would chime and there would be another flood of people into the cafe. Just as I was about to take my break I hear that damn chime again.

This time as the door opens a posey of 5 guys enter. Two of them are already roughhousing, the tallest and a skater boy. Thankfully a table by the window had opened up and they stop their rumble to sit down. oh shit that table is in my section “so much for my break” I mumble as you get out your pen and paper.

“Hi I’m Y/N and I’ll be your waitress for the day, What can I getcha?” I say with a practiced smile and chipper attitude.

The first to talk is the boy closest to me, I can’t help but notice that he has the warmest eyes you’ve ever seen even through his glasses. “Hi Y/N I have to be honest with you, I have no idea what to get, what do you recommend?” he asks with a voice smoother than honey as his eyes travel from my eyes around my face and finally landing on my beautiful hair.

“ooh this boy flirtin” The boy with the curly hair let’s out a giggle and receives a kick to the shin from skater boy “shut up Ed”

I hope they don’t notice the blush creeping across my cheeks and tell the table about how amazing our french toast and omelets are. I feel that glasses’ eyes are still glued to me and try not to get flustered.

“I’ll have the french toast then” he says with a wink. I get the rest of the table’s orders and tell them to call your name if they need anything.

“Damn Brandon you should’ve asked for a refill if you’re feeling so thirsty” said a boy with an accent I couldn’t quite place. Jersey? I couldn’t help but smile as you made your way back to the kitchen.

“What happened to that headache you were complaining about about Miss sunshine?” Y/F/N asks you as she stacks drinks onto a tray.

“Just feeling better I guess” I say sheepishly.

I take my pitcher of water and go back into my section. As I’m walking to refill drinks I hear someone shout “Hey Y/N!”.

I don’t even have to turn around to know what table it came from. I finish pouring a drink and make your way over. Brandon has his face buried in his hands but the tallest boy who was roughhousing earlier is looking at me with a shit-eating grin as the other hold back laughter. “Hey guys do you need anything?” I say raising an eyebrow. The tallest shakes his head “Nah Brandon just missed your beautiful face” I can’t help but look down at the flustered mess named Brandon and let out a small smile. “Well don’t worry you’ll see me again soon when I bring out your food” I say cheekily while sending a wink Brandon’s way.

“man I hate you guys” I hear as I walk away from the table.

Thankfully the rush of people have mostly cleared out and their food is done quickly.

I walk over with a full tray and hear an array of “YES!” “my mouth is already watering” “come to papa” and Brandon’s comment “I can’t decide which meal is my favorite” looking from his plate to me. Looks like he’s back to being bold.

They thank me and I head back to take my break, they can pay up front.

I head outside to the back parking lot and walk over to my favorite bench underneath a shady tree. I’m out there for probably 20 minutes enjoying the weather and checking my instagram when I hear the chime of the door.

I look up and see my favorite customers heading to their car. The rest pile in but I catch Brandon’s eye. A smile spreads across his face as he jogs over.

“Hey Y/N”

“Hey...Brandon right?”

“Yeah!” he sticks out his hand for me to shake and I take it as our eyes lock.

“Sorry for my friends in there, they can be so childish sometimes” He says while rubbing the back of his neck.

I let out a laugh “It’s okay, I’ve dealt with worse”

“Like what” he says slightly concerned taking a seat on the bench. I sit down next to him “Well there was this one ti-“ I’m cut off by the sound of a car horn. We look up and see his friends in the car laughing “BOY WE’RE GOING TO LEAVE YOU HERE IF YOU DON’T HURRY UP”

Brandon sighs and stands up, “I’LL BE RIGHT THERE”

He looks back at you and you stand up as well. “Maybe we could talk more later?” He says as he hands me his phone “that sounds lovely” I respond. I enter your phone number and step closer to him, it was my turn to be bold. “We could do a little more than just talk, you know.“ Your eyes glanced down to his lips and just as he was leaning in I hand him his phone and turn back to the restaurant. There’s a chorus of “Ooohhs” from the car but as I peek over my shoulder I see Brandon’s awestruck face that seemed to read “this is going to be fun”

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The Assistant | part two

NEW SERIES! Find the series main page here!

Word count: 938 words masterlist

Your phone vibrates on the black wood surface of your nightstand while you brush your teeth in the bathroom. Looking down at your Apple Watch, you see the notification: new message from Brandon 🐝💛

You can’t help the smile that now appears over your face, as you finish your nightly routine. Opening the message, it has his address and a GIF of him winking. You reply back to his message, rolling your eyes as you type.

[Brandon is bold italics, you are regular italics]

Did you really just use your own GIF at me?

Sure did love. Got a problem with that?

Not at all.

Good. Did you have a good first day on the job?

I really did! You all are super awesome, which helped calm my nerves.

Sweets, you shouldn’t be nervous!

Aren’t nerves good sometimes?

Yeah. Like when you see a pretty lady.

Well I should get some rest for tomorrow B. It’s a busy day.

I’ll see you in the morning.

Sweet dreams!

A giggle escapes your mouth as you see the boys looking tired as hell when you walk into the room with their Starbucks orders. “Late night boys?” Setting down your purse, you hand them each of their drinks.

“Someone wouldn’t get off the phone while I tried to sleep!” Nick glares over at Brandon.

“Shut up man. You woke up early as fuck to workout. Who does that?!” Brandon tells Nick, rolling his eyes.

Walking into the kitchen, you look at your phone. “Well, you guys get some food and get dressed, I’ll have the driver come in ten.”

New message from Brandon 🐝💛

[Brandon is bold italics, you are regular italics]

Can you help me with my outfit for today?

Did your last assistant do this for you?

I didn’t really like his fashion style. I figured you could help. 😉

Fine. I’ll be up in a minute.

“You needed my help?” leaning against the doorframe, you watch Brandon as he looks through his dresser drawers.

“That’s why I texted you, duh!” he takes your hand into his, pulling you to him. “What shirt would go with these jeans and white sneakers?”

He looks at you, while you filter through the hanging shirts in his closet. This boy did not need your help with his outfit. He’s got more of a fashion sense than you do. Deciding to play along with this game of his, you turn around holding a blue and white floral shirt. “I like this one, it matches the blue band around your boxers.” You push the shirt on his chest lightly, winking at him as you walk out of the room. Two can play this game you thought to yourself as you made your way downstairs.

Sitting on the side of the video set, you watch the guys relaxing while they aren’t being shot for the music video. You got through the radio interview, as Brandon sent flirty looks over at you the entire time when no one was looking. He really made the butterflies in your stomach take residence in you, because they haven’t left in the 36 hours you’ve met this man. You gracefully walk to Brandon who is laying down, grabbing your phone. “Good angle for a picture, right?” You smirk as you stand over him, while he yawns looking at the camera.

“Send that to me love.” His eyes are still locked on yours, and you hand your phone to him.

“You can do that, I’m getting called over to the set.” With that, you drop your phone on his chest, walking over to Zion who has paint splattered over him.

Brandon looks for the picture, sends it to himself. He bites his lip when he sees the emojis next to his name in your phone. Once he sends the picture, he posts it on his Instagram.

Location in Los Angeles, California 16, 219 likes @brandon_arreaga I tired. I take a nap right here. okay bye 😴

It’s now 6pm and you managed to get through the video shoot for part of their 10,000 Hours music video. During the break time, you went to take a nap and play with your Corgi puppy Theodore, which he goes by Theo. Opening the camera app, you send a picture to the group chat you have with the guys.

Me: Do you want Theo to come to the studio? (sends a picture)

Nick: Please bring him! He looks super sweet!

Brandon: YASS QUEEN, YASS!

Me: Alright, he’s coming.

Zion: Can you get some Taco Bell too?

Me: Of course. Send me the orders. It’s not my fault if Theo eats one of your items though.

Ten minutes later you walk in with Theo on his leash and two bags full of Taco Bell for the six of you. “Should you all be eating this while you record?”

“Probably not, but oh well.” Austin says with a mouth full of his taco.

“If you get me in trouble, Theo comes after you.” You glare at them, while eating your quesadilla.

“Whatever you say Kellie.” Brandon winks at you and says, while walking into the booth.

You sit back and chat with the guys about everything. You occasionally block them out to listen to Brandon sing. His voice is like an angel and you can’t help but get lost in him while he sings. You can tell he’s happiest when he sings. The amount of passion radiating through his voice is astonishing to you. He’s singing with more emotion than you’d have if you went to a wedding.

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[wdwbabes]

issues - edwin honoret

pairing: edwin x reader

warnings: hella angst (read request) with fluffy ending, swearing

requested by @ctrlmiachaaa “okay this is gonna sound weird. but can you do an edwin imagine where his girlfriend is having family issues plus a hard time at school and edwin asks her what's going on and she just has like a breakdown and starts telling him everything going on please?”

a/n: this is different than what i normally write so i hope it is good !! feedback is greatly appreciated

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck” you mutter, looking down at your computer. Your grades are the lowest they have possibly ever been and the semester is almost over.

“It is your fault Y/D/N!” You hear your mom yell from the kitchen. You get up from the couch and tiptoe over to the kitchen, in a spot where your parents won’t be able to see you.

“Oh really, Y/M/N? You are going to go there? Well two can play at that game, whose fault was it when we got drunk in Vegas, whose fault was it when we got high and drunk at the club, whose fault was it we were at that party, whose fault was it we met? Huh? Why don’t you go find the answers to those questions then come talk to me.” Your dad stomps out of the house.

All of a sudden your mom runs to her room and you can hear her crying.

“Aw fucking hell” You sigh, shaking your head. You grab your shit and get in your car. You drive to your boyfriend's house, just looking for comfort. You walk in without knocking, an unnecessary action. “Hi guys,” you quietly say to the few guys who are sitting on the couch. They turn their head to look at you, none of them are the person you came here for.

“Hey Y/N” Zion says and turns his head back to his videogame.

“What’s up” Nick yells while walking to the kitchen.

“Yo, Y/N, you ok?” Austin asks you, truly concerned.

“Just lookin’ for Eddy.” You sigh, giving him a small, but forced, smile.

“He is in his bedroom,” Austin informs you, quickly pulling you in for a hug, “I’m always here for you.”

You give him a smile and run up the stairs to finally see the only person who could make you feel better. You open the door and see your baby boy sitting in his desk chair, humming a tune. You take a seat on the bed, deciding to wait for him to notice you.

It didn’t take him long to notice you, since you started crying. “Oh my sweet lord baby Jesus, Babe! You scared me! What is going on?” Edwin exclaims, running to embrace you. You could only sit in his arms, your emotions were too much right now. “Baby, tell me what is wrong, I don’t understand, what is going on?” Edwin looks at you, trying to get an answer.

You sniffle, try to choke out some words but can only get out a deep breath. “Mom and dad are fighting again. This fight sounded like they regret ever meeting each other,” A single tear rolls down your cheek. “My grades are dropping faster than you can sing the alphabet. Everything is going so wrong and I don’t know what to do.” You cry into Edwin’s shoulder.

“Awh, Baby, everything is going to be okay. I promise. Now look at me, I love you, okay, and I will always be right here for you,” Edwin kisses your forehead, “Now would you please tell me why your grades are dropping? You are a straight A student!” Edwin exclaims in a high pitched voice that makes you crack a smile. “There is that smile that I know and love.” Edwin pinches your cheeks.

“Well, I have been distracted in class,” You frown, looking down.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, some people have been, I mean, I don’t know, uh, bull-bullying me because I’m a nerd and dating you.” You whisper the last part, not wanting him to hear.

“People are bullying you!” Edwin yells.

“Well, it’s really, only people asking me to do their homework and then teasing me and calling me names before and after I do it.” You try to explain to your now furious boyfriend.

“And the other thing?” Edwin tilts his head.

“What other thing?” You ask, hoping he didn’t hear.

“The thing about me.” Edwin looks at you knowingly.

“Oh, well, uh, I guess some BEANZ go to my school and are jealous we are dating so they just say stupid things to hurt my feelings.” You say quietly.

“Like, what.” Edwin demands.

“That I am not good enough for you and that you can do way better.” You look down, pulling your legs to your chest, suddenly feeling insecure.

“Baby, if those girls do not support our relationship, then they are not BEANZ. I love you with my whole ass heart and if you think I am out of your league, Babe it is the other way around! You could do so much better than me, with all that stuff inside your brain, are you kidding me! And those dumb as fuck kids who were using you to do their homework will get nowhere in life, they will probably end up being crackheads their whole life, it’s probably the only thing they know how to do.” Edwin laughs and so do you.

Edwin is right, the BEANZ should support your relationship and you shouldn’t be doing other people’s homework.

“I love you too,” You smile, leaning in to kiss your boyfriend, the love of your life and (probably) future husband.

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