Various × Reader

Another Haruka X Reader!

I gave Haruka a different name in this. This story is just cause I'm still having writer's block for the one I got requested and I had this one prepared in advance cause why not. I present to you; THE LEATHER JACKET!

I sighed, downing another shot. You see I was forced to the Red Rose by my Step-Sister today. The Red Rose is a no LGBTQ+ Club and I'm a lesbian. Like a HARD lesbian, and she doesn't know that. So there I am at the bar chatting with the blond guy beside me, he was flirting with me and I was going along with it because I didn't have the heart to tell him I was gay. And then this buff guy comes up to us. He was obviously smashed, he tried to get sexual with me but the guy beside me wasn't having it.

"Leave her alone man." He said coldly, his face draining of emotion. The other guy glares at his and throws him off his stool.

"Back off, weak bitch." He said as he tried to grab my G sized chest, I blocked his hand. I'm a black belt in judo and he's a sexist french vanilla from what he's been saying, so I will kick his ass.

"Alrighty, if that's how you wanna play," the blond guy said, getting up. "We'll play." He then takes off his jacket, revealing more feminine features. You can't tell with the jacket on but he- she's got a B cup chest. She hands me the jacket and I slip it on with ease. She then dodged a punch from the guy, brought he left foot to her chest, did a 360° turn and roundhouse kicked him where the sun don't shine, before sending her elbow into the back of his neck and knocking him out cold. She then turned to me, took my hand and we ran out of the club. Once we were outside she helped me into the passenger side of a yellow Ferrari 512m. She got in on the drivers side and sped off once I was buckled in.

"Thanks for that, that guy was just rude." I said to her as we sped down the highway. She looked to me for a second and then looked back to the road.

"It's not a problem, it was obvious you were uncomfortable." She replied nonchalantly, she then smirked. "I've been to a WAY better club than that one. Wanna go?" She asked glancing at me with a raised brow. I smiled, but shook my head.

"Nah, I've had enough clubbing for one night. I am hungry though." I told her, she smirked again and looked back to the road.

"Alright then, I know a great place for dinner, serves foods of all kinds." She said, getting off the highway.

"Don't worry, my treat." As the blonde told me that we entered the parking lot of the Regency. A very fancy, VERY expensive restaurant that has the best Italian food I've ever tried, I only ever had food there once before that night. My 16th birthday. Anyways, we walked in and the blonde tomboy escorted me to a private gondola. We got on and were taken to island # 4, the same one I had my birthday party at. The one that only served Italian food.

"This place has the best Italian food! You sure you can afford this?" I asked the tomboy as she escorted me to the table in the center of the island.

"Of course, pick whatever you like. Miss.(Y/N)." she told me.

"You know my name?" She smirked.

"I'm the friend of your sister that she keeps trying to set you up with, if that helps." That explained a lot.

"Oh…that makes sense." Kinda

"Ah! I just realized I never told my name." She came over to me and in an over-dramatic gesture, kneeled to one knee, took my hand and kissed the back of it. "My name is Amara Skys, Miss.(Y/N)." I smiled at that, she then went to the other side of the table and sat down. We both opened our menus in sync, scanning the items.

"So, just how much do you know about me?" Amara looked up as I asked that, she smirked and put a hand to her chin.
"Let's see. I know your full name, your birthday, that you prefer Halloween over Christmas and you start listening to Christmas music on November 12th. But that's about it. Oh, and that you love italian food." I giggled at that. We spent the night dancing, eating and talking, and, at some point, I fell alseep.

When I came to, I was in my room with my blanket over me, my PJ's on and Amara’s leather jacket folded on my chair with a note on top of it. I got out of bed and picked up the note, reading it aloud.

"Dear Miss.(Y/N),

I'd like to thank you for that wonderful time last night, since you passed out of took you home and left you my Leather Jacket so you'd know it wasn't a dream. Don't worry, your sister changed you into your PJs. In any case, I'm going to go before she thinks I'm doing anything bad to you.

Much Love,
Amara Skys

P.S; If you want to see me again go to 'Arc-En-Ceil' (that's the bar I told you about) and ask the bartender for a Wolf Cocktail. They'll give you a Royalty Martini and send for me."

I smiled and got dressed, putting Amaras Jacket on and going downstairs.

"Hey Sis, when's your next club night? I've got a place I want to try."