⸻ FLOCH FORSTER X FEM!READER
❝ i didn't exactly expect
my sugar daddy to be
the same age as i am. ❞
in which y/n l/n, a broke
college student, gets
recommended to a sugar
daddy.
[MODERN AU]
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— SUNDAY, JULY 7.
YOU couldn't believe hitch. the fact that she had already recommended you to a sugar daddy before she asked you for your permission was startling enough, but she just had to give out your personal details and possibly your sob story to this mysterious stranger. it only meant that even if you said no to her offer, she'd still annoy you until you break and agree.
despite her constant reassurance that he wouldn't come to your house and kill you and it was only to see if you were 'interesting enough', you were still a bit wary. from the whole sugar daddy thing and to this man, everything just didn't sit right with you and you were having second thoughts about this whole 'operation'.
the two of you were working once again the next morning, sharing the same shift which means that your friend doesn't have the chance to escape your strangling even if customers get in your way.
"y/n, stop that!" she hissed after feeling your glare on her yet again, "i told you already, it's only to see what you are like." she explained with a whine, your scowl never faltering. she turned around to take a customer's order while you whip up a macchiato, still grumbling under your breath.
was it too late to back out now?
"my sugar daddy," hitch paused and lowered her voice until you could only hear it, "is nice and kind, as well as your soon-to-be sugar daddy so don't worry, okay? you're lucky if he's good looking like mine too!" she gushed excitedly, a blush on her cheeks as she laugh despite the odd look the current customer sent her. "after all, they're friends!"
after some time, the coffee shop was less busy and crowded as soon as the clock hits twelve o'clock. you and hitch were cleaning the counters that were spilled with coffee and milk while another co-worker of yours, a white-haired male in his late twenties named boris was taking an order from a flirty young customer. you and hitch snorted before laughing to yourselves, ignoring the 'help me' stares boris sent to the two of you.
as you restock the styrofoam cups in the lower cabinet, your phone suddenly buzzed inside your apron. you sighed and grabbed your phone, raising an eyebrow at the suspicious message you received from an unknown number.
xxx-xxx
12:14 PM Hello, is this Y/N L/N?
If you are wondering how I got your number, it's because of Marlowe's friend.
you felt a shiver down your spine upon seeing your name at the first text message. tilting your head at the creepiness it exceeded, you turned to hitch who was busy playing with the coffee machine. you poked the female on her shoulder and caught her attention, still holding your phone, "hey hitch, do you know any marlowe?" you asked quietly, feeling your heart pound against your chest. something was definitely not right with the messages you received. it almost felt like you have a stalker.
