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“Stars…Hollow…” Priestly read off the sign-slowly, because he had time with the 12 mpfuckingh speed limit-then let his head bob with music screaming from his speakers. “Sounds kinda dirty. I can work with that.”
Jesus. He’d been driving for days, calluses on his ass and everything, and still Santa Cruz kept pulling at the hook under his shoulder blades. The way-
Oh fuck this. He wasn’t going to get hired anywhere if he walked in moping.
Priestly checked his dark red spikes in the rearview mirror, tapped his lip piercing for good luck, and slid out of the car with a shriek of rusty metal, tugging at hem of his neon orange camo shirt that said, “I’m A Keeper.” No, literally.
As far as he could tell this was the only diner in the entire town, not counting that fluffy little cake shop with the fluffy little lady who took one look at him and asked very sweetly if he was chasing the dragon. He wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. Either way, he didn’t get a job.
It wouldn’t be too heartbreaking if Luke’s didn’t want him either, but god it’d be nice to stop running.
The first thing he heard after the ding of a doorbell was this:
“For crying out loud, Luke! I’m not asking you to give birth, am I? To our twins? I am asking for a cup of coffee.”
“Coffee’s bad for you when you’re pregnant.” Priestly had to literally duck the platter of pancakes swung at his head by a scruffy tall guy with a baseball hat-presumably Luke-being screamed at by a lady in so much pink it hurt to look at, mostly because she caught Priestly looking and snarled, “What? Never seen a cow before?”
“You’re not a cow,” Luke growled, nearly spilling three glasses of water and a pitcher of milk when he set down the pancakes.
“I don’t know how you did this three times,” the dark-haired woman huffed to the cheerfully plump female at her side. “I don’t know why I’m doing this twice. Wasn’t once enough? OH! I drank coffee when I had Rory!”
“You did not.”
She looked surprised, and mildly affronted. “Okay, well, no. But I’d just barely started drinking the stuff-it was easy to go cold turkey! You’re asking me to kick a 24 year habit based on…what? Medical…stuff? Ha!”
“I love you,” Luke said, and miracles of miracles, planting a kiss on her seemed to calm her down. Either that or they’d had this fight before and she knew when she’d lost.
“You know seahorse males are the ones to carry the babies to term.” Or not.
“Yes, but. I’m not a seahorse, so-” He kissed her again. “You’re going to be late.”
“I just want to see you with stretch marks, is that too much to ask?” She wobbled and slid off her stool, caught by Luke and the cheerful lady.
“Come on, honey. I’ll make you some mocha flavored mini tarts and you’ll feel better.”
“Flavored. So no actual caffeine,” Luke clarified, towel trading hands. Cheerful gave him a thumbs up behind pregnant lady’s back, simultaneously nodding to her pitying pout. Priestly caught himself grinning, sliding out of the door way so he could speak to Luke once his wife was gone.
Maybe this place was just crazy enough to take him.
AND THEN LORELEI MAKES LUKE HIRE HIM AND DEAN COMES IN LATER AND THEY FALL MADLY IN LOVE THE END. *tada!*
I will GLADLY beta/hand-hold/cheerlead/semi-co-write this fic if you want to adopt it! AND I WILL ALSO GIVE YOU COOKIES.
Jesus. He’d been driving for days, calluses on his ass and everything, and still Santa Cruz kept pulling at the hook under his shoulder blades. The way-
Oh fuck this. He wasn’t going to get hired anywhere if he walked in moping.
Priestly checked his dark red spikes in the rearview mirror, tapped his lip piercing for good luck, and slid out of the car with a shriek of rusty metal, tugging at hem of his neon orange camo shirt that said, “I’m A Keeper.” No, literally.
As far as he could tell this was the only diner in the entire town, not counting that fluffy little cake shop with the fluffy little lady who took one look at him and asked very sweetly if he was chasing the dragon. He wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. Either way, he didn’t get a job.
It wouldn’t be too heartbreaking if Luke’s didn’t want him either, but god it’d be nice to stop running.
The first thing he heard after the ding of a doorbell was this:
“For crying out loud, Luke! I’m not asking you to give birth, am I? To our twins? I am asking for a cup of coffee.”
“Coffee’s bad for you when you’re pregnant.” Priestly had to literally duck the platter of pancakes swung at his head by a scruffy tall guy with a baseball hat-presumably Luke-being screamed at by a lady in so much pink it hurt to look at, mostly because she caught Priestly looking and snarled, “What? Never seen a cow before?”
“You’re not a cow,” Luke growled, nearly spilling three glasses of water and a pitcher of milk when he set down the pancakes.
“I don’t know how you did this three times,” the dark-haired woman huffed to the cheerfully plump female at her side. “I don’t know why I’m doing this twice. Wasn’t once enough? OH! I drank coffee when I had Rory!”
“You did not.”
She looked surprised, and mildly affronted. “Okay, well, no. But I’d just barely started drinking the stuff-it was easy to go cold turkey! You’re asking me to kick a 24 year habit based on…what? Medical…stuff? Ha!”
“I love you,” Luke said, and miracles of miracles, planting a kiss on her seemed to calm her down. Either that or they’d had this fight before and she knew when she’d lost.
“You know seahorse males are the ones to carry the babies to term.” Or not.
“Yes, but. I’m not a seahorse, so-” He kissed her again. “You’re going to be late.”
“I just want to see you with stretch marks, is that too much to ask?” She wobbled and slid off her stool, caught by Luke and the cheerful lady.
“Come on, honey. I’ll make you some mocha flavored mini tarts and you’ll feel better.”
“Flavored. So no actual caffeine,” Luke clarified, towel trading hands. Cheerful gave him a thumbs up behind pregnant lady’s back, simultaneously nodding to her pitying pout. Priestly caught himself grinning, sliding out of the door way so he could speak to Luke once his wife was gone.
Maybe this place was just crazy enough to take him.
AND THEN LORELEI MAKES LUKE HIRE HIM AND DEAN COMES IN LATER AND THEY FALL MADLY IN LOVE THE END. *tada!*
I will GLADLY beta/hand-hold/cheerlead/semi-co-write this fic if you want to adopt it! AND I WILL ALSO GIVE YOU COOKIES.