#(.......I didn't actually mind sitting the bar. the guy on the next stool over was a theoretical mathematician

[notbecauseofvictories]

I'm cautiously gearing myself up for a conversation with bff where I tell her that we need to recalibrate our relationship, and....I genuinely don't think I've ever had a serious, emotional conversation with someone I care about before.

I've never been a Conversation Haver; I tend to take the approach that people can't significantly change without meaningful reason, and since I am not and never have been someone's Reason, I cannot prompt change. Therefore, my choices are (a) live with what is; or (b) end/limit the relationship.

But....this is my best friend in the world. I do love her. I just can't keep on as we've been going, where it's less a friendship and more ten minute intervals where I talk about my life, after which the focus switches. I once sat in a bar for two hours waiting for her; afterwards, she asked if I wanted to stay in her hotel room like I didn't have to get up in another 5 hours and drive to work. She texted me during my recent trips, and when I said I was traveling she asked no further questions. Said nothing unless it was about what she was reading, what she was doing. I'm not even sure she realized I was traveling at all, just unavailable to her.

I can give a high-level summary of her PhD thesis. I'm not confident she knows where I work.

Truthfully, part of this is that we simply have different social styles....but still. Coming back from my family trip, I said I was tired and trying to get work straightened out, she should go ahead and plan something for the holiday! I was free! Only for me to text a week later....and promptly have her join me, for my previously standalone plans. Oh, and she asked me to bring my camera, because she wants headshots for her new job.

I still love her very much, but if this is the kind of relationship we're going to have? I need less of it.

[munsonsmixtapes]

If you’re taking requests I would love a fluffy fic between Logan and a usually sunshine! Reader with mutant powers similar to Charles (telepathic). Specifically, one where the usual gang decide to go to a rowdy club to let off steam after a mission. Usually the reader loves team bonding but due to the music, all the thoughts jumping out of the drunk crowd, and her own drinking, she gets super overstimulated and essentially shuts down. Maybe Logan sees her off on her own and trying to manage to get over her dizzy spell while some guy is bothering her and decides to step in and escort her out for a breather and a walk. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡. Regardless if you pick this up, I hope you’re having a great week and I look forward to whatever you post next!

Thank you so much! I hope you're having a great week as well!

cw: mention of alcohol, reader gets anxious

The club was crowded when you entered it. You were all looking forward to letting off steam after your mission and you just liked to spend time with the team, Logan especially. Even though he never would have admitted it, he had a soft spot for you. You were the newest addition to the group and he just felt the need to protect you. You hadn't gotten full control of your powers yet and he wanted to make sure that nothing went wrong.

You made a beeline fore the bar and ordered your usual drink before sitting down on one of the stools, making conversation with everyone around you, even making them laugh with whatever you were talking about. That was one thing that Logan admired about you, that you were always able to make conversation with anyone you came across, which was not something he could do even if he wanted to. He didn't have your charisma or that bright, bubbly personality that he adored so much.

Once he saw that you were okay, he moved further back into the club, but decided to sit somewhere he could still see you. He didn't like drinking when he was doing things like that. He wanted to be one hundred percent alert so he had no problem volunteering to be the designated driver even though his mouth watered anytime he saw someone drinking one of his go-to drinks.

You sipped on your drink as you made conversation with the man next to you. You really hoped that he wasn't going to make a move, though. That wasn't something you were looking for and people often took your niceness for flirting which made the whole thing awkward.

I wonder how long it will be before I can take her home

Your eyebrows furrowed as the thought that definitely wasn't yours and you realized you were reading the mind of the man who was sitting next to you involuntarily. That had only happened when you were overwhelmed or if you had gotten a few drinks in you so you tried to not go overboard because of that.

And all of a sudden, so many thoughts that weren't yours were flooding your brain, making it ache. And between that and the loud music and the alcohol in your system, you were suddenly feeling overstimulated.

You set your drink down on the bar and clutched yor head with both hands, feeling it pounding, almost as if was going to explode. You didn't know what to do, but what you did know was that you needed to get out of there, and fast.

Logan watched everything unfold from his seat, watching you holding onto your head, seeing the tears streaming down your cheeks even from there. And before he could stop himself, he was making a beeline for you, scooping you into his arms before ushering you out of the building.

He was carrying you by the time you got to the door, knowing that you didn't have it in yourself to walk. And he just wanted to get you out of the madness as quick as possible. He had never seen you like that before and hated the feeling he got in his chest watching you struggle like that.

Logan got you out of the club in record speed and set you down, pulling you to his chest, hoping that getting you out of there was actually helpful to your situation. And it was. As soon as you got out into the open air, the voices fled, the pressure in your head slowly dissipating.

He pulled you to his chest as you cried, stroking your hair while his other hand rested on his back. You held onto him so tightly, convinced that if you didn't, he would just disappear. But he wouldn't. Logan would never leave you and he had told you that numerous times when he helped clean up your injuries after a mission.

"You're okay," he murmured into your hair. "I'm here. Just listen to my heart, okay?"

Logan had to admit that he was never good at comforting people, but with you, it was like second nature. He was able to do it so easily, always knowing exactly what you wanted or needed to hear. And he had gotten so good at it that he noticed you seeking him out for advice or help when you needed as opposed to going to the others.

You pulled away to look at him once you had calmed down and he reached up to wipe your tears away, trying to make sure that you were doing okay before leading you to where he parked his car.

"I have some ice cream in my freezer with your name on it," he said as he opened the passenger door for you.

"You know me so well," you smiled as you got into the car. And he did. He knew you better than you knew yourself and you were grateful for that. Someone needed to look out for you and you were just glad that it was always Logan.

[answer2jeff]

ready for another lie?

// carmen berzatto x reader

song: Diet Mountain Dew.

pairings: nyc chef!carmen x journalist!reader

mdni!! i'm not responsible for your media consumption.

warnings: smutty smut, VERY DETAILED, fem!reader, oral and fingering (f!recieving), porn with plot, drinking, cursing, kinda subby carmy, praise kink, alludes to piv but it doesn't happen, complete and utter filth, i'm giving the people what they want don't look at me!!!

essentially a prequel, 1 year before the start of season 1 of The Bear.

"Fuck youuuuu! It's Friday, loosen up!" A groggy voice yelled from across the bar, cursing you for declining another drink.

You watched your friends flirt with the bartender over the course of 2 rounds of shots; causing harmless fuckery with the several guys who tried flattering them. You were actually bored for once. It made you sick.

You waited for something, anything else to impress you. You tried convincing yourself you didn't have to leave, that your friends wanted you here, and that nights like these were "good for your soul," but there seemed to be no hope.

"Just two vodka tonics. Oh, and a white Negroni. Uh, yes— yes, thank you." You caught a blonde curl from the stool next to you in the corner of your peripheral vision, and you dared to turn your head. You were met by the sight of an oddly familiar guy—and then it hit you like a semi truck.

The man you wrote your final thesis on "the senses creating art," about. Food & Wines best new chef, as of late.

You'd spent an entire year and a half traveling the world (after finally making a name for yourself as a journalist, and snagging a place in Food & Wines top writers) and interviewing the faces of all forms of modern art, representing one of each of the 5 senses.

Casey French, a fragrance designer as the face of "smell." Christopher Knowles, a fashion designer who specialized in optical wear as the face of "sight."

The list went on, until it ended at Carmen Berzatto, on "taste," just 6 months ago. It was September now, and you almost forgot about the 2 and a half hours you took from your day to sit down and talk to him in that studio. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you felt the pores in your palms release a nervous sweat.

You blinked rapidly, wondering if you were really seeing him— out of all the other Friday nights, when he could've visited all the other bars. But he chose this Friday, at this bar, next to you. You needed to say something.

"I'll take a Negroni too, actually. And you can just close out my tab for tonight." You handed the bartender your card after you anxiously fished it out of your wallet, trying to seem completely oblivious to Carmen's stare. Carmen clenched his teeth, his eyebrows raised in surprise as he kept his gaze focused on you.

"Holy shit! Is that—" A slightly younger man nearly yelped while he inappropriately pointed at you, quickly being shut down by his peer, and being told to "shut the fuck up," but Carmen stayed silent. He was dumbfounded at the sight of you.

"Uh, hi. Funny seeing you here," you croaked, swallowing hard when you realized how much of a horrible excuse of a "hello," that was. Carmen didn't seem to mind, dragging his head out of the clouds and smiling back at you as he received his glass.

"Oh my god, yeah. Wow, I— it's good to see you."

Carmen glanced down at your drink, watching you trace your fingertip around the rim of the short glass. He gazed at your fresh manicure, the beautifully layered rings on your fingers, the diamonds on your wrists, the black dress with a slit that exposed your leg up to your mid-thigh. Carmen always thought you looked nice, only being used to your blazers and gorgeous vintage pants that he was a little jealous of, but this was different.

And as if you weren't already anxious enough, Carmen's "friends" immediately arose from their stools and made their way to an empty table, leaving the two of you alone again. Just looking at him and his clean suit and tie made you nervous, especially with the ink on his hands still visible.

"Good to see you too, Carmen," you smiled, cheeks aching as you tried desperately to hide your excitement. Admittedly, you admired him. That wasn't new. But that feeling in your stomach, that aching, yearning feeling was.

"I don't usually do these things," Carmen mumbled, taking a sip from his glass and licking his lips.

"Me neither. It's kinda— I don't know, icky."

You knew Carmen avoided big gatherings like this, but they were usually tolerable thanks to people who "knew him" enough to let him hang around their groups in silence while they practically screamed at each other. But his free time just never seemed to align with anyone else worth talking to... until tonight.

"Icky. Couldn't have worded it better," Carmen tried not to laugh at your expense, keeping his tongue between his teeth as both of you fought back a smile.

"You get it! God, anyway—how've you been?" You inched closer to him, resting your chin in your palm as your elbows were propped up on the counter. You made sure to keep your stare on him and only him, glancing from his nose, to his lips, and back into his eyes. You knew exactly what you were doing, and it was too late to stop now.

Carmen paused, his mouth gaping open slightly as he thought of what he could possibly say to convey that he could be doing better, without completely ruining the mood. He sucked his teeth as he took a deep breath, his eyes glued to the floor until he finally looked at you again.

"Alright, I guess. Managing. How're you?"

"Managing. But really though. Like, has anything changed?"

Carmen thought about your question, realizing how much he seemed to relax tonight—while simultaneously being the most nervous he'd ever been outside of work in the last year. Was it being out and public after a long week? Was it the fact that he still felt so stupid for not getting your actual number, and instead only having access to your business email which was provided by your agent? Was it the smell of your perfume? Was it just you?

"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I guess some things have changed."

He couldn't help but awe at the way you did your hair and your makeup that night, appreciating the tiny details your jewelry and purse of choice added to the look. He hardly ever thought twice about the attractive women he'd run into; making small talk and watching them get bored with his interests.

But now you were here; his fantasies, his desires were here, right next to him; wearing a dress that flattered your cleavage and cinched you at the waist, black heels that tapped against the footrest of the barstool. It made his head foggy, and he couldn't even wrap his head around the encounter.

After finishing your Negroni's over the course of 3 separate conversations that left you with a cramp in your side and your cheeks hurting from smiling—basically hitting it off like you were actual friends, you decided to pull the classic...

"You wanna get out of here?"

Two successful, somewhat well known adults in their lines of work were allowed to be human, right? They were allowed to share deep belly laughs with someone they didn't originally plan to see outside of a work setting, right?

Wrong. It was unprofessional, inappropriate, unwarranted: everything you promised you'd never be around him.

Carmen knew this.

But he was eye-fucking you in that goddamn interview. His tattooed hands rubbing against his thighs as he sat in front of you in the white light of that studio, his gentle voice contradicting his large, almost intimidating arms—it was all you could think about when you wrote your thesis. And now you were gonna be alone with him.

And despite his worries, despite the nervous sweat beading on his forehead, despite his growing anticipation when he admired your figure like a horny teenager, Carmen agreed. The smirk on your face and your manicured nails in between your pearly white teeth was convincing enough. He knew it was risky, given the fact that you still wrote for Food & Wine every couple of months: being more than capable of ruining his career with one wrong, but so right move.

"Yeah, actually."

Unprofessional, inappropriate, unwarranted.

Fuck it.

Carmen closed his tab, gently helping you down from the barstool by your hand. You held your purse close to you while waving a shy goodbye to your friends, who were drunkenly squealing in excitement for you. Carmen's peers seemed to be out of sight; therefore, out of mind. You felt your cheeks go hot, every part of your body tingling. Neither of you knew where you were going. Just not here, and not with everyone else.

He couldn't even think about the fact that he would be back in the glowing white light of the kitchen that following Monday, and you completely forgot about the paper you had to start by Sunday night. And it was way too late to care about any of that now.

You decided your apartment was best.

"Fuck.." Carmen grunted under his breath, his eyes hooded while he felt his pants tighten against his throbbing length. He spread his legs wider as you palmed him, trying to ease some of his tension. You hovered over him as he lied down, sprawled out on your leather couch. His hands were clawing at anything he could reach; your hair, your thighs, the straps of your dress until he pulled it down to your hips, and finally the clasp of your bra.

His bare chest heaved, red and covered in sweat. His dress shirt, tie, and jacket were somewhere in the mess of your apartment. He was honestly too desperate to care.

"You okay with me takin' this off?" Carmen whispered as he cupped your cheek, keeping his fingers prepared to unclip your bra with your permission. He admired every inch of your flushed face as he waited for answer.

"Mhm," you soothed him as your hand moved up and unbuttoned his pants the second your lips moved onto his. Saliva pooled in your mouths with every kiss, turning into a sloppy mess of tongue and teeth. Carmen struggled, but eventually tossed your bra onto the living room floor, his mouth just centimeters away from yours as he exhaled heavy breaths.

You sat up straight, pulling Carmen up by his shoulders and smashing your lips back into his. He pulled sway to breathe, taking it upon himself to peel the rest of your dress off. His tattooed hands gently caressed your plush thighs, his calloused fingers sliding under the hem of your lace underwear. He practically worshiped you like this, planting open mouthed kisses along your jawline and neck.

Carmen needed to hear you, feel you, taste you.

"I wanna taste you, if–if that's alright," he placed one last kiss of gratitude on collarbone before he looked up at you through lust-blown, half-lid eyes.

Your entire body began to heat up again, and Carmen's words went straight to your needy cunt. You could feel yourself dripping through your panties while you put a hand over your mouth in embarrassment, nodding frantically.

"Please," you begged, a mixture of a moan and a silent cry escaping. Carmen's hands detached from your thighs, your hips writhing up from the loss of contact. Without another word, he nodded his head, letting his hands travel down your hips as he got down on his knees in front of you.

Carmen took a shaky breath, glancing from your pleading eyes and back down to your bottom half. He hesitated, choosing to plant one more line of kisses from your tits down to your navel before giving you one last look for permission. He put his hand between your inner thighs, asking you to spread further. You blinked slowly while he peeled your panties off of you, wondering if he would notice how wet you already were.

Unprofessional, inappropriate, unwarranted.

Carmen licked his lips, admiring the sight of your puffy slit in hesitation. With your body sprawled out in front of him, your pretty face looking down at him...how could he not eat you out right on that leather couch?

"I've got you, baby," Carmen cooed, his eyes wide as he nearly drooled over the glossy puddle in your underwear. He gently placed your calves over his shoulders, his calloused hands scooping the underside of your thighs.

Carmens wet tongue licked a bold stripe from your hole up to your soaked clit, not a drop of your arousal going to waste. You grew impatient, the kitten licks he gave your sensitive bundle of nerves driving you mad.

"C'mon, Carmy, I—" You whined, pleading that he'd pick up the pace. Carmen decided not to hold back, giving your throbbing clit aggressive sucks that he'd later soothe with slow, flat-tongued licks.

You bit down on your hand while the other entangled in his hair to muffle the sinful noises you made. Carmen felt his stomach turn at the sound of his name falling from your gaping mouth.

Carmen took note of how much you loved his tongue diving into your weeping hole, earning whimpers and cries of "please," and "oh, fuck, Carmen." He groaned into your pussy when you caught a grip on his hair, placing his head even deeper between your thighs. He moved his hands from your thighs and up to your waist—forcing your jerky hips down on the couch. He wanted to make sure you didn't miss a single bit of pleasure.

"Can I.. uh, can I try something?" He stammered, picking his head up with his chin shiny with your liquids as his hand crept back down, prying between your folds. Carmen needed to keep every part of him busy so he wouldn't have to focus on the aching bulge, already leaking precum in his boxers. He felt his thighs clench as he fucking whimpered beneath you.

"S–sure.." You nodded frantically again, tossing your head back as Carmen carefully inserted a digit into your core. You whimpered in slight discomfort as he stretched you out, which he immediately reassured softly.

"Shhh... you're alright. Jus–just relax f'me, yeah?"

Carmen waited until you whined again; his fingers started at an agonizingly slow pace until he heard your moans getting a little too quiet for his liking. He picked his pace up, sliding another thick finger into your hole and ramming into your g-spot. He hesitated, afraid to hurt you—but you quickly dismissed his worries when you urged him that you needed more. Carmen aligned his tongue back with your pussy, sucking hard before comforting your desire with lapping at your clit.

"Oh my god, Carmen," you felt that familiar knot in your stomach, your grip in his hair tightening while your moans grew louder and louder. You didn't care if your neighbors could hear you through the thin walls of your apartment. You didn't even think about what this would look like the morning after—because none of it mattered. Not with Carmen's head between your thighs.

Carmen could tell you were close, prioritizing your pleasure before he could even register how badly he wanted to cum into his boxers. He couldn't help but buck his hips forward, begging for friction while every noise you made just inched him closer to his release... but he needed this to last.

"You close? Let me take care 'f you," he mumbled, breathing heavily against your pussy while he tried his best to stay still. It sent shockwaves through your body, and you tried desperately not to scream his name.

"So... so close.. Fuck, it's too much," your useless protest was cut short by a loud moan, muffled by the sweaty palm of your hand. Your heart pounded in your head as your walls clenched around Carmen's fingers. You weren't used to anything feeling this good in months.

"C'mon baby, you can handle it. You're alright. You're doing so good. Takin' my fingers so fuckin' good," Carmen's raspy voice comforted you. His tongue finally came back to relieve you, his fingers slowing down so as to not overstimulate you, as much as he wanted to.

"Carmy!" Your eyes screwed shut as your thighs shook. You chased your high, practically grinding into his face as his nose bumped your clit while his fingers remained at work.

—

"Jesus..." You panted, grunting in disappointment when you felt Carmen slide his fingers out of you. He licked them clean while your eyes were screwed shut as you tried to recollect yourself. Carmen planted a kiss on your temple the second he sat back up onto the couch, pulling you into his lap by your waist. You felt his erection against your crotch, his already sticky mess combining with your wetness yet again.

"You okay?" Carmen cupped your cheek, pushing any sweaty strands of hair out of your face. And just when he thought he couldn't have felt more proud of you, he melted into the feeling of your lips against his.

You didn't know if you'd ever see him again, you didn't know if this night would magically become niche hot gossip within your respective groups; all you knew was that you wanted him. His lust blown eyes on you, his hands gripping your waist as he bent you over your kitchen counter and fucked you dumb, the sound of sex echoing through your apartment.

Maybe some other Friday night.

[lotsoflola]

never ever ever - l. haechan [introduction]

summary: you've had your heart broken for the fifth time in two months, and however much you just want to spend the night crying, someone keeps interfering... genre: enemies to lovers warnings: swearing, reader sleeps around, harsh language, implied smut but nothing in this chapter wc: 1.1k author's note: this series is going to take a hot minute but here's the introduction for the first fic to keep you guys fed

"hi kun," you slurred, the liquor streaming in your bloodstream evident through the way you collapsed against the bar. your mind was foggy, your fingertips were tingling, and the far-too-revealing dress you was falling clung to your curves more than ever.

the bartender giggled, knowing his favourite regular, and finishing polishing the glass in front of him. "jesus, it's only eight. how are you this fucked already?"

you pushed yourself up, leaning over the counter to grab a bottle of cheap beer, throwing a fiver down on the table. "you know that guy i was seeing? in your frat?"

kun hummed, all too used to your antics. you were known across campus for being a flirt, for drinking too much and having fun with as many men as you saw fit. it was no surprise, you were drop dead gorgeous, with a body sculpted by aphrodite herself, and the personality to match. you were dangerous, and didn't you know it.

"yeah, i broke it up."

kun chuckled lightly. "surprise, surprise. come on, how long was that? a week?"

"two weeks, actually," you sighed, taking a large swig from your beer, "i don't know, he just wasn't exciting like that. got bored of him. so i ended it."

"so why isn't he the one drinking alone on a thursday night with a class at 9am tomorrow?" the bartender teased, earning a middle finger from the girl across from him.

"i'm allowed to be sad, kun," you finished the beer with your words, the bitter aftertaste refreshing on your tongue. you leant over the bar to grab another one, but were met with a hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, stopping you in her tracks.

he tutted under his breath. "i think you've had enough for tonight, honey."

honey. the nickname fell naturally from his lips. the one your parents used to call you when you was a child. the one you only let those close to you say because of the power it held. the one those special people only used in special scenarios due to the impact it had on you.

you knew it was stupid to care so much about a stupid nickname. god, you wished you didn't care so much about it. but the second those words left someones lips you were putty in their hands. that's why you only let those you cared about say it.

"pissed on a week night already? i expected better from you, honey. didn't you only date that guy for a week?"

those you cared about. and him.

lee haechan was the new hot thing on campus, throwing himself at girls as much as he could and becoming the hot topic on their tongue as he wowed them in bed. at least that what he claimed, you had never spoken to any of these girls with enough time to discuss his ability in bed, not that you would ever bring it up. words could not describe how much you hated him.

"shut up, haechan. no one fucking asked for your opinion," you spat, still attempting to grab another beer while you wrestled with kun.

the young boy laughed, sitting on the stool next to you. "such nasty words from such a pretty face, can't tell me that hendery fucked you up that badly."

his words always got to you, always nestled under your skin in a way that no one else did, no one else could. "don't know why you always feel the need to get involved."

"don't know why you always end up a shitty mess after dating a guy for three days-"

"okay, okay, come behind the bar, there you go," kun manouvered you around the bar, sensing the tension and not wanting to see where it would end up.

your and haechan's rivalry was well known across campus, since freshman year you had made your distate of the man known. you were in the same business class, and every single lesson he spent somehow teasing or testing you, and when he got your number it was somehow worse.

"honestly, you would think you had matured by now, been about three years of passing through men for about three weeks each before slagging them off and dating their best friends, or maybe some people are just sluts and can't help-"

"fuck off, hyuck," kun snapped, physically holding you back at this point, one hand wrapped around your waist as he forced you down onto the stool behind him, giving you a glass of water in a poor attempt to sober you up. "fight her another day."

"not looking for a fight," haechan's voice was aggrevatingly smooth, as if he wasn't lying through his teeth, "just speaking the truth. if she can't handle that, then that's on her."

"lee donghyuck, i swear to-"

kun finally snapped, covering your mouth with his hand before turning to the smirking man in front of you. "get out, haechan."

"kun," he whined, face suddenly dropping, "cmon i was joking."

but the bartender didn't back down, pointing towards the door with his spare time. "she's not doing good right now, get out."

"you're losing a paying customers business," he sighed, but complied with the older gentleman, sending you a flying kiss before getting up to leave the bar. "night, doll."

you held your middle finger up at him, but you could feel yourself getting sleepier in kun's hold, and before you knew it you were struggling to keep your eyes open, body slumped against the wall as your eyeslashes fluttered.

"gonna kill him," you mumbled to yourself, drunk and delirious.

kun laughed, wandered over to you and patting you gently on the head. "who, hyuck?"

"yeah. fucking hate him."

"i don't think you do," kun knelt on the floor in front of you, meeting your eyeline. it was a quiet night, and all he could do was look after his friend. "i think you guys secretly like each other. maybe even love."

you scoffed, letting an assortment of drunk laughs and hiccups emerge from your mouth. "love him?! you're crazy, kun."

"trust me. i just know these things."

"i will never love him," you stated, words sounding very defintiive, even as you were dozing off, "never ever ever."

[echoedcrosshairs]

Technical Experience

Summary: Having free time the Batch makes a pit stop on remote planet to kill time before the next mission. On a night out the boys are drinking to much so Tech seeks out and nervous sparks fly❤️Smut with a Plot❤️

Warning: NSFW, Crude language, Self pleasuring, Oral (both receiving), fingering

Word Count: 5k

18+ NSFW NO MINORS

Master list

The bitter smells of people who had to alcohol hit your nostrils but was your favorite little whole in the wall to drink your day away. You slide into a bar stool looking over the drink menu, opting for Norvanian Grog it was potent and cheap although you usually ordered the same thing every time. The one first burned the way down and the second one wasn't much better. You took a moment to look around, it was nearly empty except for a few stragglers and a group of four guys sitting in the corner. They were actually kind of cute.

"Assistance," the bar tender droid said walking up to you.

"What's wrong Oxford?"

"Connection malfunction," he said with light of his eyes flashing on and off.

You walked around the bar and opened up his access panel, "You should really tell me when they problems start, so I can order new parts. I can patch this but I'll need to change it," you said taking out your mini arc spanner and sealer tube.

You went to work patching the electrical connection not realizing you had an audience of one. When you were done you resealed the access panel on the off chance of a flying drink, which often happened with the late night crowd.

"You didn't do that right," said the person watching you.

"Can I help you?" you said turning on your heel to stare at him, realizing he was one of the four soldiers sitting in the corner, "I am perfectly competent in repairing the droids of the town."

"You should have used a stronger sealer to prevent-"

"Okay Mr. Technical, it doesn't matter if I'm just going to have to change the part here within a day or two anyway," you said walking around the counter back to your stool, "I'll get that part ordered for Oxford when I get back to the shop."

"Thank you, that drink is on the 'house'" he said turning back to used glasses.

"I think you misunderstood my intent," the man with googles admitted shifting them on his face, "I was  admiring your ingenuity given limited resources."

"Oh thank you," you said taking another drink, noticing he wasn't leaving, "if you're standing there you might as well have a drink," you chatted taping two fingers on counter stool next to you.

He cleared his throat and sat, you took him in for a moment noticing the strong cupids bow, a perfectly chiseled nose and warm brown eyes. You started him furling your eyebrows and then stared at the other three sitting at the table noticing the resemblance between all of them.

"Either your maternal genes are very dominant or your clones," you said your mouth slightly agape, they weren't like any clones you've ever seen before.

"How perceptive," the grey haired one deadpanned.

"That is amazing!" You blurred out unintentionally getting close to his face looking at  each of the features you recognized but noticing the ones you didn't, "Sorry we get a lot of... regular? clones in here, not any unique ones."

"Ah Regs. We are defective, to my knowledge there isn't anymore that look like us."

"I don't think you're defective, just different. If you were defective I don't think they would let you wear this," you said taping his spaulder with one knuckle.

"Thank you. How long have you been a mechanic?" He asked.

"It's always been a hobby of mine. I love getting my hands on new things to tinker with and see how they work."

"Would you mind showing me some of your work?" he turned to glare at his brothers, "If they drink any more it's going to get unpleasant."

You looked over to see the red on the bigger clones face, "I think you're right. See you tomorrow Oxford!" You called getting up.

The man placed some credits on the table, you laughed and handed them back, giving you a puzzled looked, "This is my bar. I think you may need those if they break anything."

"You will more then fairly compensated if they do."

"Don't do anything stupid! Com us if you need us!" The clone with long brown hair hollered.

"I'm Tech by the way."

"I'm y/n. I hope you like my project," you peered around at all of the broken things, chipped buildings and half lit signs.

"This is your town?"

"Kind of, this way" taking him to the half functional ship, "she's not pretty but she's a work of art."

"I guess it can be quantify as such."

"What do you think?" You said laying down to pulling the panel out from under the dash.

Tech was silent for several minutes observing the work, making a couple minor adjustments that noticed were dangerously wrong. He turned his head to look at you not noticing that you were staring at him waiting for an answer. Your noses dinged together and the side of your lips brushed.

"Apologies, when I'm working I have a tendency to not notice things," he said adjusting his perfectly fitted googles, still feeling where his lips accidentally touched yours.

"I'm the same way," you laughed trying to hide the embarrassment.

A small smiled stayed on your face thinking the micro expression he made while he was working, the way his eyebrows furled slightly in concentration or how his eye movements were expressions themselves. You both stayed up late working the ship, with the alert not going off at the cantina you seemed the boys managed to handle themselves. You let out a yawn which caused your jaw to crank slightly.

"I didn't even realize the time" he indicted noticing the time on his datapad, "Do you want me to walk to you to your domicile?"

"Actually I'm just going to turn in here for the night just so I'm closer to the Cantina in the morning to fix Oxford. Do YOU need to be walked to your domicile?" You teased.

"Tech, Wrecker threw up... on your bunk."

Tech covered his face and shook his head, "Do you mind if I stay here or at the Cantina?"

You laughed, "Be my guest, this way."

"I have prior arrangements for this evening, have him clean it in the morning. Tech out," he said annoyance coating his voice.

"Pick any of them," you offered, showing him the 6 available bunks.

He put himself down on the bottom middle one, in view of both the entry ramp and the cockpit. He laid down, not sure if there was anything to say. With a smirk, you jumped your way to the one above him trying to figure out what he likes about the middle. It hit you he might be nervous about being in a foreign environment because it had excellent view of the entry points.

"Night, Tech," you rolled over to the wall and slept.

The next morning you awoke the sound of wielding, you jumped out of bed and landed on your feet. You found Tech on his back under the dash working. He stopped and looked up at you standing over him.

"Good morning, Oxford has been repaired with a couple small upgrades."

"How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to get back to my ship, shower, change, eat, repair Oxford and get back here to start... tinkering."

"Productive."

"I figured it would be the least I could for staying here last night, I hope that was alright."

"It's more then enough, and actually it's almost lunch. Do you want to go get something to eat?" offering a hand out to help him up.

"That sounds adequate," he said taking your hand pulling himself up.

He was surprised that you didn't move due to the weight difference. He looked down at your hand, it was soft for a mechanic and now with oil marks quickly releasing it. You laughed rubbing it on your already oil stained pants.

"It's okay, it'll wash out."

"Of course, so where are we heading?"

"There a little restaurant down the cantina, in case your brothers are looking for you."

"Actually they have left for the day on assignment."

"They don't need you to pilot?" You questioned.

"While I am obviously the best pilot and it is also my ship, the assignment shouldn't require much evasive maneuvering so they'll be fine. However I will not my breath if the ship comes back needing repairs."

"Why did you stay?"

"I wasn't essential for the mission."

You guys walked talking swapping knowledge about different droids and ships, your hands brushing time to time but he made no notion of pulling away. The day was peaceful, you both fell into a rhythm of awkward looks and brushes but not saying anything. Back the cantina you were both were fixing a holographic transmitted when his brothers came walking in.

"You should have came Tech, it was fun," the big guy side.

"I wouldn't quantify blowing up an empty installation fun."

"You just like blowing things up, Wrecker."

"You're just mad, Crosshair, that where wasn't anything for you to shoot at."

"Told you they didn't need me," Tech said returning his attention back to the task at him.

The next few rotations had the same rhythm, him occasionally disappearing for a few hours but always working on the ship by the time you woke up. It was kind of making you feel inferior at the pace of which he worked, completing project after project and soon enough there wouldn't be anything to do meaning he would probably be leaving soon. Tech left early that night, so you made your way back your bar sitting alone until his brother Hunter walked in and sat next to you.

"I hope you know he likes you," Hunter said barely said it sitting down.

"What? No he doesn't. He just likes having someone who can share his interesting..."

"And all of his time and not attending every mission because he's busy with someone else. He's puts his action and brain before his heart which he apparently has."

"How are you sure he just doesn't enjoy just having a friend?"

"Cause I can your heart rates when you're together. He's should just be heading back to your ship now, you might want to go catch him."

"I still you're wrong, but I'll indulge my curiosity on the matter."

You speeded off to your ship not caring what you'd find there as long as Tech was there. A warmth spread through your limbs, did you even like Tech. That wasn't even a question of course you did. He was kind, completely blunt at times but also always offered helped. You felt kind of silly for being mad that you thought he was implying you were incompetent at your work and didn't see what he was trying to display with his acts of service. Quietly as you could you snuck onto your on ship to find him in the mini engine room. You prayed to maker you were about to make a fool of yourself but crept towards him wrapping your arms around his waist and attempted to rest your chin on his shoulder being on the tips of your toes.

"I didn't notice you come in, I hope you weren't there long," he said looking at you with the corner of his eyes.

"Hunter said I might be able to find you here working on something so I figured I'd see what it is."

"I'm installing an upgraded custom hyperdrive, the original ones on these ships tends to break down faster so I've been building one from scratch... Do you want to test it out? I was just going to text it with out in case something went wrong, even though I am seldom wrong."

"Sure," you lingered around his for a moment before letting ago noticing the nervous tick of fiddling with his googles.

You followed him to the cock pit and got in the copilot seat, "Do you like physical contact?" He asked turning back to the ship.

"You don't?" You questions nonchalantly.

"It is not my area of expertise, I'm extensively knowledgeable in the subject but I don't process it the way you do, but it did make me feel warm is closer thing I can think of," he paused to finish flipping on buttons, "Are you ready?"

"How about if we don't die, I'll kiss you. We are go."

"I am seldom wrong," he said more as a murmur then something to be heard, the ship took off and so did Techs heart rate.

It was rare for Tech to be nervous about anything, he was simple and relied on logic to carry him but when it came to women there were to many unknown variables but that also made him uneasy. Tech punched in random coordinates for the hyperdrive taking them a galaxy away. He smiled, he was correct and the hyperdrive worked. Looking up he found you standing looking out the window in disbelief.

"Have you never been out of your own Galaxy?" He observed.

"Only a couple times but I don't recognize this one."

"We should be relatively safe here, I'm going to go look over the drive before we head back," Tech said getting up and heading to the back room, hearing quiet foot steps follow behind him.

You made it obvious that you were following him. You watched as he bent down and played with the drive behind standing back up, straightening himself right in front of you.

"Yes?" With a fiddle of his goggles.

You got on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss before turning around to head back to the cockpit, but Tech's hand reached and grabbed your wrist before trailing his down to your hand. The gesture shot electricity down your body, you turned and looked up at him not quiet being able to read the expression. He took a step forward and leaned down and kissed you again, this time much slower.

"That was cute," you said once he pulled away.

"I felt quiet nice the first time, I wanted to see if it was like that every time."

"I'm glad."

"Can we do it again just to make sure?"

You made a little mmm sound before kissing him again this time letting your free hand trail up to his hair. You laughed a little into the kiss as his breath hitched over the contacted. He placed his free hand on the curve of your waist, just letting his hand sit there slightly grabbing a little more as the kiss deepened. You pulled away to look at his face, it was a mix of contentment and shock.

"Did you like that? It wasn't to much?"

"I- feel a lot of things at the moment but all of the emotions quiet pleasant. I assumed you liked it?" Noticing your hand still in his hair by his ear.

"I did," you said letting go of his hair, redness spreading.

"Good," he guided you both back to the cockpit, his leg bouncing once he sat his leg down.

"Something bugging you?" acknowledging the awkwardness in the air.

"Not at all just lost in thought is all."

"It was the kiss wasn't it? I am sorry-"

He got from his seat and kissed you again, "It wasn't that, I am not use to physical contact."

"Oh- Okay"

"Was that alright to do with out asking? That might have been rather impolite."

"You can do that any time."

He kissed you again, mindlessly fast before returning to his seat. The air was still heavy and uncomfortable, he let out a sigh and you stared at him questionably. He inspected at you, but then squeezed his eyes shut for a moment because turning his full attention back to the ship and putting in the coordinates to get back. The jump back to the planet was nearly soundless except for our breaths. When we exited the ship we found his brothers standing and waiting outside, noticing our darken faces.

"Well they lived, you owe me two credits," Wrecker joshed to Crosshair extending his hand for the payment.

"Did you seriously doubt my engineering expertise? Do I need to try to make you recapitulate the Maraunder's schematics and explain to me the different-" Tech tried to say before getting cut off.

"I didn't think anything could make that junker fly," Crosshair sneered paying up and walking away with Wrecker on his tail.

Hunter stared at you then at Tech then back at you trying to communicate a private message but failing miserably, nodding towards the direction of the bar. Tech started walking off in that direction while Hunter waited for you.

"What happened? I haven't seen him his mad before."

"That's mad?" I asked before telling him what went on in the ship.

"I was wrong, he's... scared," Hunter bolted to catch up to Tech who had alright put considerable distance between us.

You stayed back out of ear shot not wanting to interfere with whatever was going on. Hunter kept walking but Tech stopped, he didn't turn around to face you but just waited to see if you would walk at his side. You stopped for a moment debating if you should, you looked down to see one of his hands twitching as if he was grabbing something wondering if he meant for you to see it or not. At his side you took his hand, it was a simple gesture to show him you were there.

"I process moments differently, articulating what I am feeling is difficult because I process them so differently. I obviously did not mean for it to appear that I was angry at you."

You leaned your head on his shoulder as you walked not knowing what to say, but this silence was different. It didn't last long when Wrecker started chuckling the moment you both walked in, even getting a snort out of Crosshair. Hunter did his best to hush them but it made it worse.

"Come onnnn Tech hasn't had a girlfriend before."

"I didn't think he could like anything besides his data pad," Crosshair muttered.

"That's how we all feel about you and your rifle," Tech retorted peeved, "Maker knows you spend enough time with it."

Your face flashed red with second hand embarrassment for the man, who reacted like he's never been embarrassed in his whole life. Tech broke contact with your hand and stepped in closer to Crosshair covering you with an defensive stance the moment he stood up. Crosshair tried to swing at him and failed miserably having his own arm twisted against him.

"Settle down boys," Hunter said taking Crosshair's arm from Tech, "Tech go have fun, I'll deal with him."

Tech quickly downed both of our shots one after the other, "I don't know why I did that."

"It's fine, want to back to the ship?"

"That would suffice, a second run of the hyperdrive perhaps with more distance would be adequate to see if it will hold."

"You just want to get away from your brothers," you teased.

"Yes I do."

Back on the ship he waited for the moment you sat down before taking off not even bothering to ask if you were ready, he just wanted to put plenty of distance between them hoping it would fix his sour mood. Once the ship dropped out of light speed, you sat on his lap putting your nose in his neck. He froze solid, not knowing to say to say or do. He scolded himself more, he knew theoretically could he say or do but unaware if it would be the right thing. You felt his rigidness and wanted him to try to relax, you put one of your arms around his neck and the other around his waist but it seemed that only made it worse. The rise and fall of his chest was so perfectly even he had to be pacing his breaths.

"Is this to much?"

"No, I just haven't have been in this position before."

"Just try to relax."

"Easier said then done."

"Tech..." you said moving to face to face him, "Relax," before smothering his mouth against yours.

He gently moved you, letting him be uncomfortably straddled. You enjoyed it even if your legs were getting mildly pinched by the sides of the seat. You enjoyed the awkwardness of his movements and how calculated they were, his hands never moving to indelicate places no matter how much you shifted over him.

"This is rather uncomfortable isn't it?" He asked observing for sixth time you moved.

"Extremely," you said as he picked you up, holding your legs so you could still straddle him as he walked over to the bunks to sit down in a more comfortable position.

You laughed at how effortless the movement was for him, wondering just how much muscle he had under all that armor. You kissed his neck trailing back up to his mouth as a thank you. His breath hitched ever so slightly, his hand fumbled for a second trying to adjust to the sensations. His hands unintentionally fall to your waist kneading every so gently. You lift your shirt ever so gently offering your bare waist for fingers to press. His hands were warm against your cool skin, a small hmm slipping out. You kept your arms around his neck, one hand playing with his hair and one holding the back of his neck caressing your thumb over his jaw bone. Tech attempted to mimic the motion, noticing you pressed down on his lap a little bit which surprised him a little.

"Did I do something I wasn't suppose too?" He asked noticing the squirm again.

"It's just an... excited... reaction, it's fine," you attempted to put it delicately.

"It's surprising how such a little of action can illicit such an reaction," he said letting his finger tips run down the front of you, testing the waters what was allowed, "that's if you don't mind of course."

"Humans and ships are vastly different, you might need to work on your technique a little bit."

"Perhaps you could work some 'techniques' on me for scientific research."

You arched an eyebrow him, his cheeks were a little pink. Your hands trailed down finding the source of his embarrassment. You looked up to see him looking down at you, his expression unreadable. Your fingers played with the armor attachment and he got the hit to take it off. You slide off his lap putting your knees on the floor, fit was thankfully the perfectly height for this science experiment. You pulled down his pants allowing his cock to plop out with a tiny twitch. It was above average but he definitely made up for it in girth. Your wrist looking tiny in comparison, how you were going to fit that in your mouth was going to be a miracle.

You took him into your mouth slowly, waiting for your jaw to adjust to him but you still looked up at him, his eyes were closed and his lips were just barely open with the most serene look across his face. He must have felt your eyes looks on him because he looked down at you, his hand fluttered to his googles adjusting them nervously but that didn't hide the look of hunger lurking in his eyes. Your lips tightened around him vacuuming him, you watch as his hands desperately clutches the bunk and you can feel some of your own lubricant glazing your aching hole so you took his cock further down your throat. Tech didn't mean for his moans to sound so desperate but they came out pleading for you if his life depended on this sensation to end.

You couldn't help me, you drove your fingers into yourself hoping to help soothe the cramp of desire burning in your core, petting the knots of nerves hard and fast quickening the speed of which you stroked him. You felt his cock beginning to twitch harder as you pressed your tongue harder into the strokes focusing harder going down the tip. His twitches grew more erratic, his hips slightly thrusting into the movement and his moans sounding more winded. It wasn't long after you moaned onto his dick while playing with yourself that he exploded inside your mouth. Thick spurts cum came out in waves, his hips were shaking and what he tried to say came out as a jumbled messes not making any sense. You gulped him down finally cumming, he sat there panting as he watched you remove your fingers and the thick bright white cum that covered them. Attempting to wipe it in the bunk, he grabbed them and slicked them off.

Tech was mortified at the sudden action, not realizing how turned you were and that he didn't reciprocate but managed to get anyway so fast. He was still trembling he pulled you up on your wobbly legs on to the bed next to him. He moved one arm around you holding you tight against him and used his other hand to trail down your abdomen towards the still sensitive part of you, you didn't stop him when he slid in two fingers finding more of your cum coating your walls.

He looked you and then down where his fingers we tucked into and then back at you, "Is that because of me?" he asked nervously.

"That should have been obvious," you whispered.

Tech cleared his throat awkwardly, "You should have told me. While I was not very vocal about how I feel, I did attempt demonstrate it instead. I could have offered my assistance whether or not it would have been helpful is a different question," he rambled, pulling his fingers out to inspect the slick covering them.

"I was more then happy just to spend time with you, I didn't want to run the risk of ruining it."

"I was more than happy just to spend time with you also, after kissing you I no longer had doubt about how I felt and it startled me. I doubted I would make a suitable partner, then fretted if I had made a mistake," he said spreading his fingers to watch the strands that formed between his fingers that created a webbing effect before licking them off, "Then Hunter made the point I was ruining something before I had even given it a chance. He said that to choose the option that scared me more."

"What was the choice," you said trying to keep a level head because perhaps the best time to have this conversation.

"Choosing to leave and hurt you or finding out if I would ever be capable of love," Tech's face was solemn, "I am indeed scared of both options, but at the end of the day you have to be able to look at yourself... I don't think I could have if I left."

You brought a hand to his cheek, "I'm happy you stayed."

"Me too," he said pulling your hand from your face, kissing the back of it with his eyes closed before returning it to his cheek but the solemn expression still stayed.

"What is it?" You asked.

"I picked a bad time to say that did I?"

"A little bit."

"I'm sorry," he leaning forward and kissing you, "but I can try to make you forget about that," still able to mildly taste himself on you.

His fingers trailed back down the warmth between your legs, sticking his fingers back into the opening searching for the place that had you twitch against his fingers. He mischievously smiled, finding the movement and rhythm that made you cling to his armor for dear life. He kissed you while you moaned against his mouth which got him to go faster. Your eyes half closed with the heated passion for this very observant handsy mechanic. He moved on top of you placing himself between your legs but never stopping his hand, staring at you to observe every moment and moan.

Noticing the change of consistency in your slick, “Cum on on my fingers,” he lustfully whispered, “so I can taste you again.”

Your breathing shifted, no longer being able to take in or let out a full breath. Heat covered your body from your ears to your feet, the gaze he was giving you just wanted you to come undone for him. Your core starting tighten and you flexed tighter on his fingers holding them against the knot of nerves. He tilted his wrist a little to get better hand and finger movement allowing him to apply more pressure on the spot.

“Tech-“ you let out, you’re head push back against the pillow.

He pulled down your pants further, putting himself back on his heels and face first on your pretty folds. His fingers stroked and sucked gently at first and progressively sucked harder letting his tongue tongue you. You started trembling on his face and your back arching up, he took his other hand used it spread you more. The noisy that escaped you as you came got even louder then he pulled out his fingers letting his tongue slide in and out of you devouring you. Once he was sure he cleaned you of your delicious favor he came up and started down you, your hands trying to hide the scarlet embarrassment of your lust which covered you cheek to cheek. He saw you looking at him between the slit of your fingers, he took his time licking his fingers casually wiping them on them on his shirt when the armor didn’t cover.

“Did that make up for it?” He smiled

You violently nodded at him, not trusting trying to talk. He gently pulled your pants back up carefully trying to have them rub against the sensitive ache. He laid back down next to you wrapping both arms around you. Both of you falling asleep embraces each other until Hunter rudely both woke you up.

“Tech, what’s your status?”

“I was enjoying a mid-rotation nap, in the silence of space” he scowled at his wrist com.

The com went silent, and he switched it back off with a groan. He looked at you stifling laughter back and perked up that you weren’t mad at his brother for interrupting the best sleep he’s ever gotten. He noticed the slight bulge starting from waking up. Tech rolled his eyes but found your smirk cute.

“How about some Technical Experience trying something more mutually pleasurable?” he proposed.

[emo-sebastianstardew]

Demolition Lovers Part 2- Sebastian x Farmer Stardew Valley Fanfic

(In this chapter we will be talking about smoking. If you guys think it's not good let me know but I would like to include it because it's part of Sebastians character.)

"I should get going I've taken to much of your time up already. I gotta get to the Saloon anyways." You smiled.

"Oh... Stardrop?"

"Yeah.."

"I can walk with you and give you a slight tour if you wanted... no pressure.."

"Sure it would be nice to have some company."

You began to walk with him heading down the mountain. You both were silent for a minute before he broke the silence.

"My name is Sebastian by the way. I didn't really introduce myself. I apologize for that." He smiled slightly.

"I'm (farmers name). Nice to meet you Sebastian." You smiled back.

"I don't talk much. Especially to new people..."

"Is that a problem we're walking together than?" You felt a bit of anxiety come up with those words falling out of your mouth.

"No not at all. I just don't like people. People can be to much you know. But you seem cool I guess." He smiled looking at you.

"Oh cool. You gotta at least have some friends here right?"

"Yeah Sam is my best friend. I hang with him a lot. Like I've said before I'm not much of people person so some days I'm not in the mood to even see him sometimes. Not that I don't like him or anything just some days don't feel like being social and well Sam. He's a social butterfly."

"Yeah I get that completely. Anyone else you are friends with?"

"Yeah I guess Abigail. Shes cool and means well I guess. But you know when you have a friend that has a huge crush on you and you know but don't really feel the same?"

"Yeah I know exactly what you mean. Friends like that can be hard to let down."

"Yeah but we are almost there. If you want you can hang and play pool with me."

" Yeah sounds like fun. Maybe later would you like to hang out Sebastian?"

He stopped walking and looked at you for a second as if he never had been asked that before. He just stared at you for a second not saying anything.

"I don't know if you smoke but would you like to later maybe?" You asked hesitantly and very nervously.

"Smoke what?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

Instead of answering him you just grinned at him.

"You'll find out, If you say yes."

He laughed and held open the door for you. You walked through the door and saw the bar was pretty lively full of people. Sebastian walked past you and gestured for you to follow him. You followed him to a back room of the bar. In this room were 2 arcade machines, some couches, couple of tables and chairs, one pool table.

Sebastian walked over to the pool table and a tall guy with blonde hair in jacket greeted him. They did a quick hand shake then he gestured for you to come over. You approached hesitantly at first.

"(farmers name) this is Sam. Remember I told you about him on the way here." Sebastian smiled at you.

"Hello Sam." You smiled and waved.

"Oooh you two know eachother " Sam grinned eyeing you both.

"Just met actually." Sebastian said clearing his throat.

"Yeah. Sebastian was just walking me here, showing me where the Saloon is." You said.

"Oh okay. You gonna play some pool?" Sam asked.

You nodded your head but insisted the boys play first round and you play against winner. You took a seat on the stool next to the pool table. As you watched them play you noticed a girl sitting on a couch behind them. She was watching them play too. She had long purple hair and was wearing a purple shirt. You noticed she was watching Sebastian mostly. You went back to watching them play but kept that in mind. They finished and Sam lost. He handed you his pool stick and swapped places with you. Before walking to the other side of the pool table you stop by Sebastian.

"Hope you're ready to lose." You grinned at him.

"Really? Is that a challenge?" He smirked raising an eyebrow.

"You bet." You said walking away and going to the other side.

Sebastian decided to let you go first. You chose solids and the game began. You made your first hit in. The yellow 1 ball. You went again and got the blue 2 ball in. You went again and got the red 3 ball in. Sebastian watched you in amazement as you kept playing. till you had 2 of your balls left. It was Sebastian turn and he moved around the table towards you. He bent down right by you. Your face blushed red, you were definitely watching him. He turned and looked at you.

"Enjoying the view." He smirked.

"Enjoying watching you lose." You grinned.

Sebastian finished his turn with 2 balls left as well. You swing around infront of him and bend over in front of him. You call your ball and make it in. You slide past him brushing up against him and call the next ball and make it in. Sebastian watches you intensely. You finish the game.

"Ha I win." You smirked at him.

"That you did." Sebastian looked amazed.

"I've never seen anyone beat Seb." Sam said from the other side of you.

"You owe me now Sebastian." You grinned at him.

"And what woul-" He was cut off by a female voice.

"Sebby you never lose." The girl with purple hair said walking over approaching everyone.

You all turn and look at her blankly. You were about to open your mouth and say something but Sam beat you to it.

"That's what I said Abby." Sam smiled at her.

"It was a fair game Abby." Sebastian smiled at her.

"So you're Abby." You said interrupting what felt like a moment.

"Yes and you are?" She asked in a rude tone.

"Abby this is (farmers name). I'm sorry I didn't introduce you earlier to (her/him/them)." Sebastian blurted.

"Oh is (she/him/they) your friend Sebby." She asked taking a step closer to Sebastian.

"Yeah (she's/he's/they're) my new friend." He smiled.

"Yeah well... this has been an exciting night. Thank you all for having me. But I better get going." You said smiling and waving bye.

"Bye (farmers name)." They all said and waved.

You started walking out. For some reason Sebastians words just kept playing over in your head. You left the Saloon and sat outside for second in your thoughts. Did Sebastian really meant what he said about Abby? Was there something going on between them? Why do you care so much? Just forget about it right its your first night anyways. But like always someone interrupted your thoughts.

"Hey (farmers name). You didn't wait for me."'

To be continued.....

[undergrounddweller89]

Acylius was nursing yet another cocktail at some lonely bar, the place was lit in an amber colour , his demeanor wasn't exactly approachable, he blocked out the sounds of idle chatter in the back his tail feathers looked like a black coat draped over the back of the barstool he was sitting on.

Even the barman could tell this demon didn't want to talk he quietly cleaned glasses and waited for whatever orders would come next from the clients that were there.

If Acylius had to hear one more person ASKING if he would buy them a drink he was going to lose it.

He was tired , no he wasn't just tired he was exhausted, always putting others first , always making sure they felt okay , did anyone ask how he was? HA what to say to that, Black Hat was always at work and at the first sign of work would go running to it, making sure work was going well first ...where did that leave him in the list of priorities because not ONCE in their relationship had he EVER put him first not fucking once.

He slammed the glass down claws digging into the oak counter of the bar and recieving a look from the bar man who glanced at the broken glass and counter top.

Acylius sighed and waved his clawed hand the items immediately repaired themselves.

"Sorry.... another please?"

He asked softly as he held out his glass, the bar man stared, it was almost strange to see a nine foot legion demon seem meek, still he made another one and put an extra shot in it, seemed the poor guy really needed a pick me up.

Acylius's feathers ruffled as someone sat on the bar stool next to him, his beak tensed enough to grind , with a squeak similar to that of grinding teeth, he swore if this person asked him to buy them a drink he was gonna -

"Hey there sexy, mind if I get you a drink?"

Acylius turned to look at him all four black eyes blinking at the man with heterochromia, one green eye one blue with probably enough product in his hair not even a gale force wind could blow it out of place.

"I'm not single."

Acylius replied but his voice didn't really imply loyalty, not after everything not after all the times he'd been left behind, work was Hat's priority not him.

Acylius leaned in

"But that doesn't mean I'm not available, are you willing to make me feel special just for one night.... what's your name?"

The man bit his bottom lip ooooh the power just running through this demon made him tingle, he hadn't expected this to actually work

"Handsome Jack and you are?"

"Acylius Flug...and you live up to your name...shall we go?"

Acylius purred picking Jack up bridal style

"HELL YES...and pumpkin I'm gonna make you feel special all night long."

Pictures just to show what Acylius looks like

[colleenmurphy]

"You've got to be kidding me, Mary Colleen!"

The pointed look from the older brunette told her younger mirror image it was best to back peddle and apologize for calling her anything but Mom.

"It's Mom! You didn't birth her or procreate with her so don't go using her name like that."

A voice called from upstairs, Minnie Murphy was awake and one with the world and from the sounds of it Sarah's Granny was acting as her moral compass.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

Sarah had raised her head enough from examining her shoes to see that her mother had actually rolled her own eyes at Minnie's voice before throwing her hands up and sitting down at the kitchen island. Her head in her hands she sighed.

"Would it have been easier for me to tell you that your Dad was a sperm donor? Because I can't do that to myself or to him, it's not fair to him Sarah. He would have been with us if things had gone differently."

Sarah was itching to know just what her mother was talking about but Minnie had to make her grand entrance into the kitchen, all swinging pastel shawls and clicking beads and patchouli. There standing next to her mother her Gran they looked some sort of reverse cameo or something. Col kept her hair long and dark and usually pulled up in some sort of way since she worked at the bar. Minnie kept hers long but wore it piled atop her head like some sort of ash blonde cotton candy confection.

"You guys did live together. It was that massive place..."

A sharp look from Colleen and a "Ma." was all it took to quiet Gran.

"I have a right to know! I'm 18 years old I'm not a little kid anymore!"

It was all Col had to do to keep herself together. She had long known that this would be coming, she had lied to herself about how she would handle it. She had saved scrapbook and photo album after photo album. She was sure there was some video somewhere and when Sarah had been very small up until she'd just started kindergarten He had called and even stopped in but only after they were sure she was asleep. The memories of that night, just grabbing her bags and keys and Sarah and making a run for it because Frank Flannery had cost them dearly.

"It's my r-.."

If Col had to hear that it as her 'given right' one more time her head might explode. Her heart was racing and her mind felt muddy and slow. It was like that night all over again. Taking another drag she held it and exhaled along with her birth name.

"Sarah Marie Miller."

That and that look that her mother had was all it took to shut her up right quick, as her granddad Jimmy used to say. Sarah watched as Colleen puffed lightly on a hand rolled cigarette, the only kind she smoked, and shared a conspiring look with Minnie and gently nudged the stool next to her out so Sarah could sit down. Twin sphinx cats with hooded eyes the same shade of blue green and high cheek bones.

"But my...my last name's Murphy.."

"You, my dear darling daughter are most certainly a Miller. Sit down, you're going to want to."

Another drag before she held it out to Sarah, who had the good sense to look shocked and shake her head.

"You think I don't know when you've been hitting my stash? C'mon, it's a really long story. Ma....should I call Helene or Harvey about this?"

Minnie, who had busied herself in getting the required margarita ingredients thought for a moment before nodding.

"I've already got extra glasses down and there's cheesecake in the fridge."

Relenting Sarah took a tiny hit from the joint offered to her and was sucker punched when it hit her lungs. Mom's stuff had gotten stronger or this was entirely different herb. Come to think of it this did look much more dark than what was usually found in that nifty wooden box above Col's bookcase in her bedroom. Granny was treating this like some sort of party or something and Mom was steps away from having a full blown panic attack. Getting up Sarah made towards the hall before stopping to ask.

"Can I call her? Please?"

Col raised her eyebrows and nodded before hiccuping and looking up at the ceiling trying to avoid Sarah's gaze. Her mother never cried in front of her until this moment. Reaching out her arms she leaned towards her mother and enveloped her in a tight hug.

So this was what it was like to give safety?

All those times Sarah had needed her Colleen had been there through it all. She'd worked two jobs and then taken over the family tavern. She had put Sarah through school and helped her grow into her own person allowing her make choices and mistakes.

"I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you...I just wanted to keep you safe..."

Running a hand over her mother's long dark hair which had slipped from her claw clip and noticed the thick threads of silver that had managed to weave their way through Cols temples and down to the very ends.

'Just wanted to keep you safe.'

Echoed through Sarah's mind as she thought back to all the times that her mother had busted into her bedroom when the bad dreams came, or school had her worried or someone was picking on her. Colleen was only steps away and sometimes, like with that older guy from school, she threw a punch or two to put them in their place.

"Mom...You've done nothing but keep me safer than Fort Knox."

Hugging Colleen tighter Sarah made a vow to herself that she'd be the kind of parent she'd had. A thought struck her. Both of her parents had loved her so much they had completely changed their dynamic and communicated long-distance undercover for her. How many of her friends had that?

"What's his name?"

A snuffling smile as Col composed herself for a moment.

"Bruce."

Running off towards the phone Sarah smiled as she dialed the number she had remembered as easily as her home phone or the bar.

"Aunt Helene? Would you like to come over? Mom's going to tell me about Bruce and she thinks you should be here. I think so too."

A cackle from the kitchen startled her as Minnie laughed.

"Keylime cheesecake!"

"Do you like lime?"

[muxshwriting]

too sweet

Bob Floyd x reader

summary: he’s just too sweet for the world || warnings: general navy warnings (trauma, crashes) || word count: 799 || masterlist

You're sitting at the bar, nursing a beer. Your hair is falling in front of your face but you can't be bothered to tuck it back up again.

A young man with gelled hair and slipping glasses slowly makes his way over to the bar, leaning over to order another drink of his own before settling into the stool next to you. You don't even glance at him but you suppose he takes your silence as an invitation.

"Are you alright?"

You frown, turning to face him. "What?"

The man's eyes widen and he stutters out a reply, "You're sitting by yourself and you look a little sad. Are you alright?"

"Trust me man, I'm fine by myself."

He nodded. "My name's Bob."

You turn to look at his properly, intending to tell him to leave you alone to your misery. But you catch one glance at the look of pure sincerity and kindness in his eyes and stop yourself. "I'm Y/N."

Bob nodded. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Baltimore but I live in San Diego at the moment." You gesture to the beachside bar you're at. "... Obviously." A small smile graces your face and you see Bob's own grow.

You continue talking, actually enjoying spending time with Bob and letting the tension drip from your shoulders. Talking is easy with you but the more you learn about Bob, the more you want to walk away. See, he's such a nice guy, the best kind in fact.

He's the kind of guy who shouldn't have to deal with someone like you. You're an unreliable friend, always running the risk of being called away by the navy. It was the whole reason you couldn't hang on to your high school or college friends, everyone moved to different parts of the country and you were constantly moving. You would make friends one place and then have to move somewhere else, often being stationed overseas or at different stations.

But there was nothing to stop you from enjoying this night with him. It didn't have to mean anything. You were two strangers at the bar, being company for a night and then never seeing each other again.

"Robert?" You check. "Has anyone ever called you Bobby?"

Slowly, he shakes his head. "Not until now. It’s always been Bob."

"Well, Bobby, I’m gonna change that."

Bobby seemed to register your words as he finished his beer. "Um… I should go." He said quietly, standing up.

"Why? You got a girl waiting for you at home?" You tease him slightly in good nature .

"…I got church in the morning." He shifts from foot to foot.

"Oh." Bobby really was too good for this world. "Ok. It was nice meeting you."

In the coming weeks, you push the sweet guy out of your mind, focusing on work and relishing the longer days as summer drawls in. It’s never a quiet day at the Navy, especially at Miramar. People are always getting hurt, either minor scrapes or the rare occasion of a mechanical failure. Being a medic meant your days were never the same.

Your colleague radio's in a bird strike involving two aviators and you stand in the triage room, worried what kind of injuries are going to roll in. Luckily, the two aviators walk themselves to your room and seem alright as the sit down in chairs. You double take as you see the man's face.

"Bobby?" His name falls from your lips before you can stop yourself. "Sorry."

"Hey Y/N. I didn't realise you were navy."

"I guess it didn't come up in our conversation." You smile wryly at him before refocusing on your task.

Their both fine, no concussions, nothing more than a few bruises and a the mental weight of their experience.

"I’m guessing you’re an aviator then?"

"WSO."

"Even better. Pilots are always cocky." You joke. Phoenix makes a sound of argument as you correct yourself. "The male pilots are always cocky." She smiles at you. "You're great."

"Thanks." She says to you. "I'll try and keep us out of trouble."

You nod gratefully at her. "You better. I don't want to see either of you in my triage again, you hear me?"

Bobby tips an imaginary hat at you. "Yes Ma'am." Phoenix walks out of the room but he hangs back. "Can I take you out for another drink sometime?"

"Bobby- You're a really great guy but I don't think you really know me and my life." You try to reason with him but he doesn't care.

"I'm trying to get to know you." He replies. "I don't care about the problems. We're navy, problem solving is kind of our job."

You laugh under your breath at him. "Alright Bobby, I'll get drinks. You busy tonight?"

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[writingismylove]

wait for me (part two)

Cody goes on a date with a cute waitress from 79s. He isn't sure what to think of it, but his men certainly have opinions.

A/N: I felt like writing a part two, so here it is! Hope you guys like it. Enjoy!

Rating: T

Warnings: mentions of sex but nothing nsfw

Link to part one

Cody tapped his fingers against his glass as he sat at the bar. It was almost eight, nearly time for his date with Macari. It wasn't exactly his first date, but it was the first one he'd been on where the goal wasn't a one night stand.

Not that sex was all he looked for in a relationship. It really wasn't. He just didn't have time for dating or romance. And besides, it wouldn't be fair to any man or woman he went out with.

He was a marshal commander and led one the busiest battalions in the army. He didn't have time to devote to a partner.

And romance was not his thing.

"Hey there, cutie."

Cody jumped and turned to see Macari giggling on the stool next to him. "Hello there. Sorry I didn't notice you."

She smiled. "It's okay. You were brooding. Still on for our date?"

"I was not brooding, but yes."

"Sure, and that's not a big, brooding frown on your face. Would you like to go get something to eat."

"I am not frowning. That sounds lovely." Cody stood and awkwardly offered her his arm. "Did you have a place in mind?"

Macari hopped off her stool and placed her hand on his arm. "I did actually. It isn't far. Just a few blocks down the street."

"I look forward to it, miss."

"You don't have to call me miss," she giggled as they navigated their way through the crowd. "I have a name. You can use it."

"Yes ma'am- I mean, Macari." Cody silently cursed at the heat rising in his face. He was not used to being unbalanced like this.

A flash of yellow in the corner of his eye made him groan. He did not need his men seeing him with a woman, but he was too unlucky for that.

"Hey Commander!" Boil waved at him, grinning widely. "Good luck on the date!"

"Yeah, make sure to mind your manners with the lady!" Waxer smirked as Cody shot him a sharp glare. "Good luck, sir!"

Macari waved at them and laughed as Cody held open the door for her. "Aren't they sweet?"

"No. They are menaces."

"Aw, you aren't being fair. They're sweet. Just down here. Do you like tacos?"

Cody nodded, careful to keep his steps slow and even. It wasn't polite to rush a lady. "I do. Is that what we're eating?"

"They're my favorite meal after a long shift. So what made you ask me out, Commander Cutie?"

The heat was in his cheeks now, burning his face from the inside out. "You looked pretty, and it's been a while since I've been on a date. I thought I would take the chance while I'm on leave."

She smiled up at him and tugged him to a line beside a taco cart. "Well I'm glad you did. It's been so long since I've been on a nice date. Men aren't always as nice as you."

"Um right. So how long have you worked at 79s?"

"Since it opened. My last place closed, and they needed workers. The pay is good, and I get to chat with the finest the Republic has to offer all the time."

"But my battalion isn't on Coruscant all that often," Cody said, smiling as the joke made her eyes sparkle with laughter. "You don't us all the time."

"That is true. I don't get to see a cutie like you all the time. It's a shame. You would really make work a little more exciting."

"You'd make all the paperwork more appealing for sure."

Macari smiled but didn't answer as she stepped up to order. Cody ordered after her and raised his eyebrows at the steaming hot taco box that was handed to him a few minutes later.

"This is huge," he said incredulously. "They really fill up these boxes."

"Oh yeah, this place gives you a lot. Come on, we can sit over here." She led him over to a picnic table and sat down. "Mm, delicious. What do you think?"

Cody took a bite and groaned at the taste. "These are the best tacos I've ever eaten."

"I told you! Now why don't you tell me about your favorite planet that you've been to? I've lived here all my life, and I would love to learn about the galaxy."

"What do you know about Naboo?"

Dates weren't so bad, Cody decided as the night went on. Perhaps romance wasn't so far off his track as he thought.

*

"Hey, look who's back!"

Cody sighed as he walked back into the barracks. "Shut up, Boil."

"How was your date with the hottest waitress in the place?"

"It was nice."

"Nice he says," Boil scoffed. "Come on, you got to have more to say than that. Did you go back to her place? Get any action?"

"No. Why do you care?"

"Because we wanna know," Waxer called as he tossed popcorn into his mouth. "And she's hot. What did you get up to?"

"We just went for dinner, talked, and I walked her back to her apartment. That's all."

"Aw. You going back out with her?"

"I might." He was in fact going out with Macari again the next day, but his nosey men didn't need to know that. "Is it really your business?"

"Obviously. You're our commander. We have to know all the details about your dating life."

Cody rolled his eyes. "Go bother someone else."

"Fine, fine. So have you guys heard those rumors about Commander Bly and his Jedi?"

He sighed but stuck around to listen. After all, it would be quite the mistake to pass up on a chance to tease his brither later.

[taliaaurora]

If You Loved Me, Why Did You Leave Me? (7) - The Truth Always Comes Out

Summary: Casey finds out the truth about that night at the bar.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning(s): alcohol, angst, mention of body shaming

A/N: English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. I hope you have a nice day/night and enjoy the fic! 💕

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After staring at the letter in her hands for a few minutes, Dawson rubbed her hands on her tighs, drying off the sweat. This was going to change her future on Firehouse 51 but, on the other hand, she's about to make her dream come true. A dream that only she knew about.

Taking a deep breath, she made her way to Casey's office and knocked on the door. He looked at her through the glass and gestured for her to come inside.

fu"Everything okay?" He asked with a raised brow, turning his chair and facing her. He asked, uhis brow and pointing his finger at Casey.

"Yeah, yeah. I just....there's something I want to tell you." She said, putting a strand of hair behind her ear and taking a sit on his bed.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Casey nodded his head, assuring her to continue.

"A couple of years ago, I applied for the firefighter's exam. I never thought I would actually pass it..." She said softly. "...until yesterday. I got this letter saying that I passed the exam and I'm going to the Academy next month." She rubbed her hands on her tighs and looked at Casey, seeking some sort of approval.

With his mouth slightly open, he was taken aback by the new information. "Wow. That's amazing!" He said, smiling.

"Really!? You think so?" She stood up, beaming. She couldn't be happier.

"Yeah, I mean...if that's what you want, then I'm happy for you. Congratulations!" He flashed her a big smile.

"Thank you!" She leaned on his desk and gave him a mischievous grin. "So...I was thinking about going out for a few drinks tomorrow night, you know, to celebrate."

Casey leaned back on his chair and sighed, putting his hands behind his head. "I promised Severide I would go out with him and Shay tomorrow." Biting the inside of his cheek, he cocked his head to the side. "Unless you wanna join us. We can celebrate together. I'm sure they won't mind."

"Yeah, sure!" She nodded. "Just tell me the time and place and I'll be there." Giving Casey's arm a gentle squeeze, Dawson smiled and left the office.

This had gone better than she expected.

-/-/-

Pulling up to the address Casey sent her, Dawson's eyes widened as soon as she realized where she was. This was the same bar that she had that argument with you, where Casey took her home and they shared their first kiss.

That night, there was only one person besides you and her that heard the whole argument: the bartender. What if he remembers about that day? What if he brings up the subject in front of Casey? He would ruin everything.

Taking a deep breath, Dawson looked at her reflection in the mirror and tried to calm herself down. "C'mon, Dawson. The bartender sees a hundred different faces every single night. He's not gonna remember you. Stop being so paranoid!" She whispered.

Entering the bar, she spotted Casey, Shay, and Severide sitting at a table on the back and made her way towards them.

"Hey! You made it." Casey smiled, standing up from his stool and giving Dawson a warm hug.

"Yeah! I can see you guys love this place, huh?" Dawson said, taking a seat on a stool in front of Casey.

"Yeah, this place is great! We always come here." Shay answered.

Severide nodded his head. "Yeah....Y/N showed us this place a few years ago. So we come here to feel closer to her, somehow." He answered before taking a sip from his beer.

As soon as your name fell from Severide's lips, Dawson's smile faded. She could tell that she would spend the whole night hearing them talk about you.

-/-/-

To say that Dawson regretted coming to the bar was an understatement. The trio didn't stop talking about you, from the day they met you to the day you left. The three bottles of beer that she drank were not enough for her to put up with this.

"I'm gonna go get another beer. You guys want anything?" She asked, sliding out of her stool.

Casey stood up and gestured for her to sit back. "It's okay, I'll get it. I need to stretch my legs, anyway." He smiled and walked to the bar.

Leaning on the counter, Casey waved his hand to the bartender, who made his way towards him.

"Hey, can I get two beers?" Casey asked.

"Yeah, sure...Anything for the lucky man." The bartender said and winked at Casey.

Casey's brows angled up. "Lucky man? What do you mean?" He asked, confused.

The bartender studied Casey's face and smiled. "Aren't you the firefighter that those chicks were fighting for the other day?" He asked, furrowing his brows and pointing his finger at Casey.

"Yeah, I am a firefighter but...I don't know what are you talking about." Casey confessed, taking a seat at the stool in front of him to see where this was going.

The bartender handed Casey two beers and started to clean the counter with a rag. "That girl over there..." He pointed at Dawson. "...she was arguing with another chick, then one of them threw her drink on the other-...Are you sure you're not the guy they were fighting for? I could swear it was you, man!" The bartender laughed and shook his head.

Casey's eyes darted to Dawson and then he looked back at the bartender. "Do you..by any chance...remember what were they talking about?" He asked, perplexed.

"A little bit, yeah...It was my first day here so, you know, that's something I could hardly forget." He sighed. "Anyway...I remember that the latina girl over there started to body-shame the other girl, saying some pretty nasty stuff. As if that wasn't enough, she said that the guy...What was his name? Mitch...Matt...Michael...I don't know...she said that he would never sleep with the other girl because he finds her disgusting." The bartender shook his head in disbelief. "That's when the other girl called the latina a bitch and threw her drink on her face. If I'm being honest with you....she deserved it."

Casey's mouth fell open while he heard that absurd. He couldn't believe it. Dawson was body-shaming you and telling you that he finds you disgusting?? So Dawson lied to him this whole time? He had that whole argument with you based on a lie?

He felt his head starting to spin. The feeling of betrayal mixed with anger and disbelief was messing not only with his head but with his stomach too. He felt nauseated. He chose to believe in Dawson's lie than to trust your words. You have left Chicago because of that, and that was all....a lie?

Leaving the beers on the counter, Casey made his way back to the table to grab his stuff, bumping into the customers on his way.

"What's wrong?" Severide asked, noticing the sudden change in his friend's behavior, while he desperately tried to find his car keys on the table.

Casey couldn't say anything even if he wanted to. His mind couldn't focus on anything but you. He needed to talk to you. He needed to see you.

Dawson looked at Casey with hesitant eyes, realizing what must have happened. "Casey, wait." She softly said, gently grabbing his arm. "Let me explain. Please..." She looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Don't touch me!" He shouted, freeing his arm from her hold. "Do you have any idea what you've done!?" He narrowed his eyes, a line appearing between his brows. "Jesus, Dawson! You're unbelievable." Casey scoffed and shook his head, exiting the bar.

Driving back to his place, he took his phone out of his pocket and tried to call you, but it went straight to voicemail.

"Fuck!" He shouted, punching the steering wheel.

He had spent days trying to understand why did you leave him if you said that you love him. It all makes sense now. He can't imagine how you must have felt. He broke your heart and now he lost your trust, your friendship...he lost you.

Closing his eyes, he could remember the day he made you cry. The day he had to make a choice, and he didn't choose you. The day you begged him to trust you. The memory made his heart tighten in his chest.

Dialing your number, he called you again, but this time he left you a voicemail.

He took a shaky breath and licked his lips.

"Hey...It's Matt.

I know you probably don't want to hear from me, but I really need to talk to you...

I don't even know if my words are going to make sense to you, but I can't find another way to say this.

I found out the truth about that day at the bar...I'm so sorry, Y/N...I really am.

I realize how hard on you this must have been and I feel terrible for not trusting you, for not being there when you needed me.

I get it if you don't want to talk to me again, 'cause I've never hated myself more than I do now.

God, I just wish you were here...

I've never needed to see you more than I do now. I can't stress enough how much you mean to me.

Please, forgive me, Y/N.

I love you."

-/-/-

One month and a few weeks later

After only three hours of sleep, you sat up on your improvised bed and stretched your arms above your head, yawning. Stepping out of your tent, you stood in the middle of the primitive camp and let your head fall back, closing your eyes and embracing the warmth of the sun on your skin. If you tried really hard you could almost forget you were in a camp in the middle of nowhere, only a few miles away from a horrible wildfire.

During their assignments, wildland firefighters and other staff often stood in primitive camping arrangements. Right now, you were in a remote area with rough terrain where hotel accommodations and cell service do not exist. A call to a loved one at home was a precious rarity. You were given two plates of hot food a day and a few meals to take with you to the scene of the incident, and if you wanted to take a shower or use the bathroom, there were portable showers and restroom facilities.

Besides the feeling of fatigue and the loss of communication with your friends and family, you were so glad you were here. You've made friends with people from all around the west coast and the midwest. You felt inspired by seeing high-ranking women working by your side, you wanted to be like them. Maybe you would apply to the lieutenant's test once you go back to Chicago. If you go back to Chicago. For the last few weeks, you've been thinking about staying here, in California. There was so much you could still do after the wildfire season was over.

"Hey, Y/L/N!" Jones shouted, interrupting your thoughts. He was one of your closest friends here at the camp.

You opened your eyes and turned around, seeing his face covered in soot and a stack of paper in his hand.

"There's a letter for you." Jones said approaching you, handing you a white envelope. "Apparently, even though you're a pain in the ass someone still misses you. I didn't even know that was possible." Jones said in a mocking tone.

You stuck out your tongue and laughed. "You know you could've handed out the letters after having taken a shower, right? This way I wouldn't have dirty fingerprints all over my letter." You looked at him with a raised brow while taking the paper from his hand and walking back to your tent.

Aside from Severide and Shay, no one used to send you any letters. So as soon as your eyes rested on the name of the sender, your heart raced. From Matthew Casey to Y/N Y/L/N.

During the time you've been staying in California, he never sent you anything. Honestly, you didn't expect him to. So when your eyes read his name over the envelope, to say that you were surprised was an understatement. Taking a pocket knife from your backpack, you opened the envelope and stared at the letter in your hands.

"Dear Y/N,

I'm sorry for not getting in touch with you sooner.

You left Chicago because you needed some time to deal with your problems, but I couldn't stop wondering if I was the one causing you that. I couldn't understand why you left me if you said that you love me. But then I realized I was being selfish. This was never about me, but about you. You just need some time alone and I respect that.

In these almost two months that we've been apart, you were always present in the silences between my thoughts. A lot of things have happened and I had a lot of time to think.

I thought about you, about us, and I came to a conclusion. I love you, I always did. But I never understood how much I loved you until the day I found out you left. Nothing hurts me more than your absence, because I never imagined my life without you.

Every night, before I go to sleep, I pray for you to come back to me, safe. I need you by my side and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I not only love you but I'm in love with you.

I don't know when you're coming back, but I'm willing to wait however long it takes to have you back in my arms.

I love you and I miss you so, so much.

Matt."

The tears were running down your cheeks while you held a bright smile across your face. You let out a shaky breath and hold the letter against your chest, feeling like this was a dream. He was in love with you. He wanted to be with you.

The sound of the alarm ringing across the camp told you that lunch was being served, so you quickly wiped your tears and put the letter under your pillow. Exiting your tent, you realized that now you had a good reason to go back to Chicago. You wanted to live your 'happily ever after'.

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[wlwmarvelenthusiast]

More Than A Friend

Summary: A weekend trip with Carol leads you to realize you might like her a little more than you'd thought.

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

Warnings: language

Word Count: 6,194

You crept into the bar. It was a rowdy place, even this early in the evening. Your eyes scanned the crowd, taking in all the different people that were scattered throughout the room. The football game was playing on the TV, but unfortunately, it wasn't really your sport. Finally, your eyes landed on a blonde sitting at the bar. You moved toward her, a smirk on your face. You didn't even bother to slide into the seat next to her.

Your hand touched her hip and your lips were right next to her ear when you spoke. "What's a beautiful thing like you doing all alone here?"

She startled a little, whipping to face you. When she saw you, though, she smacked you away, an unamused expression taking over the surprised look she'd had a minute ago. You slid onto the stool next to her, eyes watching as the bartender held up a single finger to indicate he'd be over to you in a moment. You only nodded in acknowledgment before turning back to the girl beside you, the smirk still on your lips.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" She rolled her eyes.

"Come off it, Care-bear, you love me."

"Christ, I hate when you call me that."

"I apologize, oh Captain, my captain."

The bartender arrived and prevented her from retaliating. You didn't even bother looking back at her as you ordered your drink of choice, glancing up at the football game that you didn't care about in order to not look at Carol. She finally snorted and bumped her shoulder against yours. It made you look back at her, unable to keep a smile from forming on your face when she gave you a hearty wink. She laughed.

"How was work?"

You shrugged. "People are idiots."

When you were sixteen, you'd worked a retail job where you'd learned just how stupid people really were. You'd learned that fully-grown adults had nothing better in their lives to do than yell at teenaged, minimum wage workers during their spare time for nothing more than a minor inconvenience. When you'd become an Avenger, you thought that would stop. You were incorrect. You might not have been a teenaged retail worker anymore, but people found a reason to lose their temper anyway- even right after you'd saved their life.

"That good, huh?" She chuckled.

"Are people nicer on other planets, Care-bear? Take me with you?"

"They're not, no," Carol huffed, sipping from her glass. "And the drinks don't taste as good."

You wondered what she was drinking that she seemed to be enjoying so much. It was colourful, and had, at this point, piqued your interest. You reached out and snatched from where it sat in front of her on the bar. You sniffed it first. It was something fruity, that was all you could figure. Finally, you dared raise the glass to your lips. The second the liquid touched your tongue you felt like you might overdose on sugar and sweetness.

"Oh, my God, Carol!" You exclaimed, setting the drink back down on the bar top and sliding it to her. "What the hell is that?"

"She got it extra sweet," the bartender said as he walked by. "Your friend's got a sugar addiction."

It didn't seem to bother her at all. While you felt you could puke from the sugar content alone, she was sipping it happily. You rolled your eyes at her, reaching for your own drink, much preferring the taste of it. Carol turned to you suddenly, the straw still between her lips. You watched as she lowered it back down, using the same straw to stir the drink around, the ice clinking off the side of the glass as she did. She sipped it again.

"What's our weekend plans, then?" Carol asked finally.

"Who says I have plans with you?"

"Oh, please. You practically begged me to come stay on Earth for a weekend."

"I did absolutely no such thing."

You absolutely did do that. Carol was away from Earth more often than not and you missed her. It wasn't like it was a crime to. So, you'd phoned her up and asked her over and over to come spend just one weekend on Earth with you. She'd finally agreed on the eighth ask, and now here you sat; on the right of the girl you'd missed so dearly, teasing her relentlessly about whatever that abomination was swirling around in her glass.

"We're taking my new car on a little road trip," you finally gave, sipping your drink. "Music, fast-food, and deep talks on the interstate."

"Snacks?"

"Snacks too," you promised with a chuckle. "And we can get a nice motel room or pitch a tent at night. Whichever you please."

You had to laugh at the smile that had crept over her face. The way she giggled in excitement, you had to wonder if it'd just been too long since her last day off or if the alcohol had gotten to her already. She waved the bartender lever as she finished hers. He placed a new one in front of her, and she thanked him quickly, bringing it close and immediately bringing the straw between her lips. You wondered whether the sugar or alcohol content would hospitalize her quicker.

"So, when do we leave?" She chirped.

"In the morning. Don't drink too much. You'll get hungover and I want to actually have fun."

She stuck her tongue out at you. You rolled your eyes in response, finishing your own drink and then declining another. You didn't want to be hungover when you were the one driving the two of you around. The bartender brought you a pop instead. You sipped on it, watching a bar-goer stumbled over with a drunk grin on his face and tapped Carol on the shoulder. He said something you didn't quite hear, but you saw Carol nod. He took her hands and dragged her onto the dance floor. You brought her drink toward you.

Carol was a flirt. She always had been. She was a flirt with you, your teammates, and strangers. She was also gay. This dance with this guy didn't mean much to her. You weren't sure if it even meant much to him. You couldn't be sure that he'd even remember this dance. He was absolutely wasted, and it wasn't even midnight. Regardless, he seemed to be enjoying it. His eyes travelled up and down Carol's body and you squeezed the glass in your hand a little tighter. You were protective of her, despite knowing she could absolutely hold her own.

When the song finished, she winked at him, retreating back to your spot at the bar. She finished up her drink and then insisted the two of you head back to your place and that you were right: she didn't want to be nursing a hangover while you were supposed to be having a good time. You paid the bartender and then linked your arm with hers, leading her out the door and onto the streets. She glanced up at the tall buildings around her. A smile had formed on her face.

"You don't appreciate how beautiful this place is."

You glanced up at the glowing buildings that towered above you and marvelled, for a moment, at the soft light that radiated off them. Your gaze was tugged downward, though, at a rustling noise. You were snapped back into the reality of your city as you watched a rat scurry along the curb of the sidewalk in the direction opposite you. You chuckled at that, motioning to it as you looked up to catch Carol's bright gaze.

"Surely some of those planets are far more beautiful than this."

She shrugged. "Some, maybe. Some are worse. Some are kind of alike to this. This has always been my favourite, though."

You might have understood that if Carol had taken the time to visit the actual beautiful parts of the Earth. But she was always in the city. She'd never gone to stare in amazement at a waterfall or glance at towering mountains. She had never seen the true beauties of this Earth, and you promised in that moment to change that fact. If she thought New York City was beautiful, she would be blown off her feet by the things you showed her.

"One day, Carol, I'll show you the actual beautiful things on this Earth."

"You're pretty beautiful yourself."

You smacked her. That was her flirty side coming out once again. It didn't mean anything. It never had. So, you wondered what that strange flutter in your chest was when she said the words. You ignored it, passing it off as a longing for a meaningful relationship. You hadn't had one of those in a while now. You probably just wanted someone to say those words to you and mean it. You made a mental note to sign up for an online dating site after the weekend had passed. It was too hard to meet people in your line of work without them.

"Yeah, I know," was all you gave in response.

When you glanced over at her, she had a grin on her face.

It wasn't long until you'd reached your apartment building. You smiled at the front desk as you entered the lobby and immediately made for the elevator. You pressed the button to the seventh floor and waited patiently for the doors. You knew Carol was suppressing a squeal of glee when they arrived. She usually just flew everywhere. Using simple inventions like this one had always gotten her more excited than the average person. To anyone else, an elevator was just a boring elevator.

"Can I do it?" She asked as you pulled out your key.

Carol really was just like a child, in a sense. Everything was so advanced out in space that these were the things she enjoyed doing. You pointed out the bronze key and watched her run ahead. She practically skipped the distance to your apartment door. She pushed the key into the lock and turned it, glancing back at you and smiling widely when the door pushed open. You smiled affectionately as you took the key back from her.

She may not have visited Earth overly often, but every time she did, she visited your apartment. Resultantly, she knew her way around. She knew, as well, that you didn't mind in the slightest if she made herself at home. She slid her shoes off and jumped onto the couch, pulling the blanket down over top of her and snuggling into it. You actually took a photo of the sight before you moved into the room behind her, lifting her legs, sitting on the couch, and then dropping them back over your lap.

"Can we watch a movie?" Carol asked, pleading gaze turning to you.

You showed her the remote you'd been reaching for. "Already on it, Captain Danvers."

"I take it back," she giggled, tossing her head back so that it hit the armrest. "That's worse. You can call me-"

"Aw, my Care-Bear!" You laughed, shifting your position so you could throw your arms around her shoulders.

Carol grunted at the impact against her torso. Once you settled, though, she breathed a little easier. You were both squished against one side of the couch, now, but the closeness was nothing new to you. You still had the remote in hand, and aimed it at the TV, managing to get it to Netflix. You flicked on a random horror movie, setting the remote back down on the coffee table in front of you. You nestled back into the cushions.

It had always amused you how jumpy Carol got when she watched horror movies. She was a literal superhero that fought literal aliens all the night and day and yet a ghost jumping out of a darkened corridor had her cringing away from the TV screen and pulling the blanket further up her body as if in an attempt to protect her. She would always adamantly deny it if you ever brought it up later. You would never show her the picture you had of her, fuzzy blue blanket pulled all the way up to her nose, eyes wide, as she watched The Conjuring. She would delete it off your phone as you slept.

Today, though, her nerves seemed to be calmed somewhat by the cup of tea she had clasped between her hands. She looked entirely content, sitting cross-legged on the couch with that same fuzzy blanket draped over her lap and a grey, ceramic mug warming her palms. The alcohol had clearly gotten to her a little, you realized, as you watched her eyelids droop every once in a while. The corner of your mouth tilted upward ever so slightly. She was wide awake a moment later.

It was a sudden jump scare. Even being half asleep, Carol was still paying attention. So, when the TV boomed and there was a flash and a scream, she jumped. The tea that she'd been holding in her lap sloshed over the edges, a large amount of liquid soaking into the couch cushions. You were out of your seat in an instant, reaching for the remote to pause. Carol was apologizing profusely, jumping to her feet and following you to the kitchen.

"It's okay, Carol. It's fine," you chuckled, wetting a dish towel and grabbing some paper towels. "Hey, it's fine. Really. Chill out."

Carol seemed hesitant to do that. When you lightheartedly flicked the wet towel at her, though, she finally smiled taking the paper towel out of your hand and heading back to the living room, pressing the paper towel into the couch and absorbing as much of the liquid as she could. When she'd finished, you used the wet rag to clean the beverage out. As you tossed the paper towel away and threw the dishrag into the kitchen sink, you stood back and took a look at the large wet spot on the couch.

"Guess we're moving to my room, then. Let's go, Care-Bear."

Carol nodded. She trod behind you into the bedroom, where you flopped onto the bed. She was lagging behind and you waved her onward to hurry her up. She finally jumped onto the bed and sat next to you, sliding her legs underneath the covers. You turned on the small TV in your room and resumed the movie you'd been watching. In the soft comfort of the bed, though, it seemed the tug for sleep was greater. Carol's eyes finally fluttered shut and she lay down against the pillows. You chuckled, turning off the movie.

You, unlike your friend, hadn't fallen asleep involuntary. You were able to head to the bathroom and brush your teeth before yawning tiredly and deciding to join. You padded back into the room, climbed under the covers, shut off the lights, and lay your head onto your own pillow. You smiled once at Carol's sleeping figure before you shut your eyes, letting sleep take you.

*

As hard as you tried to convince her, you weren't able to get Carol to stick her head back inside the sunroof. You weren't sure how to breeze was so exhilarating to her. The superhuman could fly faster than your car was going right now. The wind in her hair had to be a familiar feeling at this point. Plus, there were no laws against flying above the interstate to feel the wind in your hair. There were, however, laws about standing with your entire torso stuck out the roof of the car.

You'd given up a while ago. If she fell out, she'd be just fine. If she got you a ticket? Oh, there would be serious hell to pay. She'd agreed to that already. You'd honestly be surprised, though, if she did get ticketed. It'd be quite a sight to see: a measly police officer ticketing the Human-Kree Hybrid superhero. That sight alone might actually be worth the fine you would have to pay. By the time she'd pulled her head back in, though, blonde hair windblown and a smile plastered to her face, you'd yet to see a single cop.

"Have fun?" You asked, doing up the sunroof.

"Absolutely. You should try."

"Do you know how to drive?" You scoffed.

"I can fly a ship."

"Yeah, I'm sure UFO controls are much different than cars so I'm gonna have to politely ask you to stay the hell away from my car."

Carol only stuck her tongue out at you. She still didn't do her seatbelt up yet. She twisted her body so that she could reach into the back seat. You turned back to the road, but when you shot a second glance at her a few seconds later, she was popping open a can of Pringles with a large grin on her face. She bit down onto a chip with a giggle before turning the can to you. You reached into it with one hand and took a small handful of them, setting them down on the centre console for easier access.

"Where are we staying tonight?" Carol asked through a mouthful of chips.

"A campground up in a small town in Ontario," you hummed. "It's still a good few hours away. I'd ask if you wanted to stop for food, but I'd guess you've filled up on snacks."

She dug through her backpack. "Do I need this?"

She held up the passport you'd made her get last time the two of you had headed up to Toronto. Despite the fact that she really wasn't a citizen of the United States... or even of Earth, you'd managed to get S.H.I.E.L.D. to make you an exception for Carol. It was the perks of being an Avenger, and a close friend of Nick Fury, you supposed. To answer her question, you simply nodded your head as you reached for the Gatorade in your cup holder. She stuck the papers back into her bag.

"So, are you seeing anyone?"

The question almost made you spit the red beverage onto the steering wheel. It wasn't that you and Carol had never talked about it. She was one of your closest friends, after all. She was the first one you'd called when you'd realized your feelings for your last girlfriend, and she was the first one you'd called when you'd broken up. Carol wasn't someone you didn't talk about your love life with. It was just that it was completely and entirely out of the blue. It didn't help that the answer was still no, even after the long period of time since she'd last asked it.

You'd tried to assure yourself that you were just busy with work. It wasn't a lie. You'd been busy as hell ever since Loki's sceptre had inexplicably gone missing after the Battle in New York. But it wasn't just that, you knew full well. Something seemed to be wrong with your brain, or maybe your heart. Maybe it was just that your standards were practically in the clouds, but no one seemed attractive to you anymore. Not even the girl Natasha had tried to set you up with (and you were well convinced that Natasha only knew attractive people).

"Not at the moment, no," you finally admitted. "You?"

"On-and-off," she shrugged. "Just a girl from a planet called Xandar."

A pang of jealousy struck your chest. You were carving something- anything. You would've given anything even for something on-and-off just about now. Had it really been that long? You could hardly believe you were jealous of her. It wasn't like you to be jealous of something someone else had. You were supposed to be happy for her, not sulking over your own lack of a love life... or sex life. You forced a smile at her, wishing it could be real.

"Oh, yeah? Tell me about her."

"Not too much to tell," Carol said, biting down on a potato chip. "She's cute, funny, sweet. A little younger than me, but most people are," she chuckled as she glanced over at you. You plastered a phone smile back onto your lips and forced a laugh from your chest. "Her name's Alya."

You almost grumbled, but managed to bite your tongue on time. You resorted to ripping open a packet of gummy bears in order to keep your mouth full and therefore unable to make any snarky comments. Carol didn't seem to notice that, only reaching over and grabbing a green bear out of the bag. Though you might have been a little frustrated, you let her. It wasn't her fault that you were touch-starved and desperate.

"You know, we could spend this trip trying to find you a girlfriend," Carol grinned, tossing a candy into the air and catching it in her mouth.

"No," you denied immediately. You didn't need for her to see how weird your head was being right now. You were certain there was no one she could find that would be able to snap you out of this strange state of no one being attractive to you, yet craving someone. "I'm not looking for a girlfriend in Ontario."

"What's wrong with girls from Ontario?" Carol teased.

She'd been to Ontario once before. She'd pointed out that, though they may have dressed a little different and talked a little different, the girls from Ontario were just as attractive as the girls from New York. You'd had to point out that, at the time, she'd had a girlfriend. With Carol's ogling at girls on Earth, clearly, she and the girlfriend hadn't been working out well. They'd broken up two weeks later, leaving them both a little hurt, but not beyond repair. Even still, they saw each other for lunch or for a drink, but just as friends. It was admirable; the respect they had retained for one another.

"Nothing is wrong with girls from Ontario," you huffed. "I'm just not in the mood. This is supposed to be our weekend."

"What if I want to spend our weekend finding you a girl?"

"I don't. Drop it," you finally snapped.

Immediately guilt rushed to settle in the pit of your stomach. You readjusted your grip on the steering wheel as your gaze refused to leave the road in front of you. You didn't want to glance over at the frown that had surely taken the place of that infectious smile you loved so dearly. You definitely didn't want to look at it knowing that you were the cause of it. Carol was so incredibly joyful all the time and that was one of the things you loved about her. To be the one who had taken that joy from her, even momentarily, broke your heart.

"I'm sorry," you muttered.

She didn't answer that.

You attempted to swallow the lump in your throat as you tried to focus on driving instead of picturing the frown that was probably tugging at each of Carol's features. You wished you could actually physically kick yourself for what you'd done. She didn't deserve you snapping at her like that. She hadn't done anything wrong. You were just being pissy for reasons you weren't sure even you quite understood. You finally turned to her, but she was looking out the window.

"Look, Carol-"

"Hey, don't worry. Sorry I pushed."

You didn't deserve Carol Susan Jane Danvers one single bit. She deserved more than the world and you swore right then you'd work every moment to give that to her. Despite how you'd treated her for reasons she couldn't possibly have understood, when she turned to you, she was still smiling. As always, her smile put a smile on your face too. You turned away from those soft brown eyes to glance back at the road in front of you.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I snapped. I just... it's a long story, Care-Bear."

"We've got a long ride ahead of us," she tried.

"I don't know that I'm feeling like talking about it right this second," you admitted.

She seemed to accept that. You felt her touch your arm with her hand. Warmth seemed to rush from her touch, up your arms, and into your chest. How one person could instill such comfort into you amazed you. She said a few soft words to you that you didn't quite hear, but you felt you might not need to. You knew they were words of comfort. Just that knowledge was enough to put a smile onto your face. Your eyes flickered from her to the road.

"No problem," Carol chimed. Then, without missing a single beat, she changed the subject. "Hey, which bag did you put the Fuzzy Peaches in?"

"The green backpack."

Just like that, it was easy again. Carol didn't let you linger on just how upset you were for more than a second. She practically dived into the back seat for the backpack, reappearing with the orange package in her hand. She plopped back down into her seat, still refused to put her seatbelt on, and ripped the package open. She reached out and turned up the music when one of your favourite songs came on. You wondered if she knew that.

*

"No! That piece goes over here!" You insisted.

Carol frowned and handed you the long pole.

Pitching a tent with an alien who hadn't even known was a tent was, up until five minutes ago, was not easy. She'd practically rolled herself up like a burrito in the rain fly right after nearly putting the stakes directly through the floor to pin the tent down. You'd been guiding her, preventing any damage from coming to it. She was listening intently, making sure she did everything exactly how you said. She stuck the peg through the guy line and looked at you.

"Like that?"

"Yeah. Perfect. I think we're just about done, Care-Bear."

At that, she unzipped the door, diving through it into the empty tent. You reached into the trunk of your car, throwing the many pillows, blankets, and sleeping bags through behind her, not caring much where they landed. When you finally shut the door and ducked into the tent, Carol was beneath the large pile, peering out from where only the top half of her face was visible. You had to chuckle, grabbing one of the blankets and pulling it over her face.

Carol insisted she set up. She had you sit aside by the door, munching happily on a small bowl of popcorn as you watched. She carefully unzipped the sleeping bags and lay them down on the floor, putting the pillows atop them, and then the two comforters stacked on top of each other on top of that. When she finally finished, she gestured proudly to her completed setup. You raised an eyebrow.

"We both sleeping there?"

She nodded. "It's cold."

You had to give her that. You were practically shivering just from waiting for her to finish. The sun had dipped beyond the horizon at this point, the darkness of night did nothing to heat up the air around you. You clambered under the blankets, careful not to drop any of the popcorn you still held. You placed it next to you, letting Carol reach over and grab some as she, too, climbed into the makeshift bed. She popped a piece into her mouth.

"Up to talking about it yet?"

It was a genuine question. Carol wasn't pushy. That was something you could tell by her tone. She had waited patiently and was continuing to wait for you to be ready to talk about what you needed to talk about. She didn't want you bottling it up, but she didn't want to pressure you. She was able to do that. You glanced down at the red blanket that covered your legs, pondering her question for a moment. Then you nodded your head yes.

"I just haven't felt myself recently," you shrugged. "I would like to get out there and find someone, no doubt. Recently, though, it's like my standards are unmeetable. No one seems even remotely appealing to me."

"No one at all?"

"Nat tried to set me up with her Russian model friend," you said, turning to Carol with a grin finally on your lips.

"Nothing?" Carol said, an exaggerated amount of shock on her face. "You must be broken."

You shoved her. She chuckled; the offensive action having done nothing. She was inhumanly strong. If you'd decided to punch her, you likely would've broken your hand against her. She shoved you back, only lightly, so you moved a few inches away from her. She stuck her hand back into the popcorn bowl as you shuffled back into your place beside her. She was chewing thoughtfully, and you didn't dare interrupt her with the very focused expression on her face.

"Do you already like someone? That usually takes away the appeal of anyone else."

You stopped to think about that. You knew that could be the case. In eleventh grade when you'd had a crush on Adelaide Artenbaker, you'd suddenly failed to find anyone else attractive at all. Of course, Adelaide had eventually rejected you on account that she was straight as an arrow. It wasn't malicious. She'd actually given you a kiss on the cheek and assured you that, if she discovered wasn't, she'd let you know. It had made you laugh.

Now, you had to wonder if there was anyone that was making your stomach flip and making you dismiss anyone else. It wasn't the Avengers. You'd been in the changing room with Natasha, the Black fucking Widow, two days ago, and she'd strutted up to you in nothing but her bra and underwear. You hadn't even bat an eyelash as she'd asked you if you wanted to get some Chinese food after the mission (but you had said yes, of course).

"Yeah. Maybe."

Her words had knocked some serious sense into you. You definitely had a crush on someone, and it had definitely been impairing your ability to get out on a date. That someone was around so little, though, that you hadn't realized right away just how you felt for them. Maybe if she visited Earth a little more often, you'd have realized why you blushed so deeply when she'd crawled into bed with you last night or right now.

"Who is it, then?"

Carol had a girlfriend. It may have been on-again-off-again, but she had a girlfriend. You were not now, nor ever, someone who would come between that. You were going to let her be happy with someone who was making her happy and you were going to be happy for her. You plastered a smile onto your face and reached into the bowl of popcorn that sat on your lap, letting the snack cloud the feelings of jealousy that you knew now weren't jealousy of a relationship, but if Carol.

"Nat."

Carol didn't miss a single beat. "Liar."

You glared at her. "The fuck do you mean? Telling me who I do and do not like?"

"I know who has your heart right now. It isn't Nat."

This time when she reached for the popcorn, she leaned over. To support her weight, her hand came to rest on your upper thigh. You had to refrain from reacting. You sucked the inside of your cheek between your teeth, biting hard on it to suppress any sort of reaction that Carol would have noticed. It seemed to have worked. She grabbed a small handful and then backed away, the pressure of her hand disappearing from your limb.

"Yeah? Who is it, then?"

"Someone that likes you back."

"And who says Nat doesn't?"

You might have actually been offended if it weren't Carol you were talking to. You were good enough for Natasha, right? She was practically a goddess in respect to her looks, but you were something, too. Not that you liked Natasha in that way. She was a friend. Carol was the one that you cared about. Something about that sweet smile and that confidence mixed with an innocence she had after being away from Earth for so long warmed your heart every time.

"Fair," Carol admitted. "But you know, you're pretty oblivious. With all the hints I've been dropping, you'd think you'd have realized your feelings are reciprocated."

"What?"

"I like you, dumbass. More than a friend likes a friend."

Your jaw might have dropped. You coughed, choking on the popcorn that you'd been eating as you whirled to face the blonde. She had a twinkle in her eyes, and a giggle escaped her lips when she saw the expression on your face. She tossed a piece of popcorn into the air, catching it in her mouth. She chewed on it as she waited, arms crossed, for you to collect yourself. Finally, after a long drink of water, you calmed.

"Pardon?"

"You're an idiot," she mumbled.

Then she grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you closer. You didn't fail to notice, as your lips moved against hers, that she moved the popcorn bowl so that it wouldn't spill. It seemed completely unimportant, though. You felt everything starting to melt away into Carol Danvers. Her lips were talented and kissing her felt like an intricate sport and suddenly you needed to breathe. When you pushed away, you realized what you'd done wrong.

Her feelings to you didn't matter. She had a girlfriend. Unless that fact changed, she and you didn't get to be more than your friend. You pushed her even further away. You knew she had the ability to, but she didn't resist. You backed off a little further so that your bodies were completely separated. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, but she didn't push. She even waited for you to speak first. Your eyes wouldn't meet hers.

"You have a girlfriend."

"I just said that to make you jealous," she scoffed.

You immediately got defensive. "I was not jealous."

"You were so!"

"Shut up."

She did. You suspected the only reason she had shut up was because she was kissing you again. It didn't matter. You were on cloud nine. You felt right again. You felt more right now than you ever had. Carol was exactly what you had needed for longer than you could figure out right then. She was clouding your thoughts and, honestly, you couldn't have cared less. You didn't want to think about anything besides how good her lips felt on yours right then.

You couldn't even find it in yourself to be mad at her for the little stunt she had pulled. You could only be glad that this so-called girlfriend wasn't actually real, and was just a part of her stupid plan. Without the girlfriend, you were free to kiss her as much as she would let you. Judging by how she was kissing you now, she wasn't going to stop you anytime soon. Her teeth grazed your bottom lip as she pulled away, not moving more than an inch from your lips, though.

The hand that clasped your shirt uncurled. She pressed her hand flat against the centre of your chest, pushing you onto your back. You had to chuckle as her knees pressed into the ground on either side of your waist. She kissed your nose once, scowling at the laughs that were beginning to bubble from your chest. You leaned up and kissed her lips for a brief moment, before using a hand to caress her cheek and tuck her hair behind her ear.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing. You were right," you stated. "I'm kinda glad you were right."

"You're kind of glad? Can you imagine how stupid I'd have looked if I were wrong?" Carol laughed.

"Quite," you agreed with a nod.

You pulled her down next to you, wrapping your arms around her and feeling hers do the same to you. You pressed your forehead against hers, taking the time to admire her smiling face. She giggled a little, pecking your lips quickly. She didn't linger, though, having been preoccupied in reaching over your shoulder into the bowl of popcorn once more. She shoved a few pieces into her mouth and chewed happily.

"Care-Bear, what's more important: me or snacks?"

"You are a snack."

You gaped. "How the hell did you learn that term?"

She shrugged. "I hear things."

You rolled your eyes, pushing her away from you. She let you, reaching for her water bottle to wash down some of the salty flavour that had come off the popcorn. She offered you some water, which you accepted. When you finished and handed the bottle back to her, she pulled you close to her. Your body moved until it was flush against hers. Her torso was so warm you could've fallen asleep right then and there.

"You're more important."

Being more important than snacks, in the opinion of Carol Danvers, was just about the highest compliment you could have received.

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Clandestine | 02

-> Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x reader

-> Genre : tattoo!artist Jungkook, mafia! JJK,mafia au, bloody!missions, slight violence, got secrets they can't tell, angst, romance, Jungkook's part time job is flirting, sad (backstory), Y/N is strong!

-> Summary : who would have known that just doing a part time job at a night club would lead you to the tattoo artist Jeon Jungkook's messed up world. One letter related to the secret comes out of your mouth you'll be laying in Jungkook's arms but alive or not, that's not guaranteed...

-> Word Count : 4.286 K ( A/N: I’m increasing words )

-> T/W body language, killing, curse words and intimacy are included in the story (you may read if you're comfortable with these)

Part : 2

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Jungkook's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. Even if me saying that line didn't flatten him enough I knew the nickname did as it always have been doing. It was clearly visible that he didn't expect me to be this bold suddenly. But he being himself smirked after a couple of seconds as his hand snaked up to grab my wrist pulling me more closer "Sure princess.. Do you want to go to the trip now? " His tongue rolling over his bottom lip as his piercing doe eyes holding so many thoughts looked at my lips then to my eyes.

"I don't want to interrupt but the trip has to be postponed "Jimin interferes in the moment, his eyes narrowed and only looking at me as if scared that the younger guy would throw him out if he locked eyes with his. Making a 'tch' sound Jungkook raises his eyebrows at Jimin in a manner that reads he's asking why postpone. I yeet his hand which was holding my wrist and get off from the table clearing my throat while fixing the skirt and apron. Jungkook clearly disappointed for not being able to hear my answer gets up from the seat while putting the black leather jacket around his shoulders. Jimin and Taehyung following him gets up too grabbing their bags. Jungkook walked up to me while fixing his bangs with his index finger.

"Gotta go princess a client's waiting" Nodding I proceeded to walk away but I could hear Jungkook saying with a sad dramatic tone. "Atleast act that you don't want me to go". I'm afraid I won't be able to because I myself don't know what this client of yours gonna do if you don't go on time. Is the person waiting even a client or not? Knitting my eyebrows I look back only to meet with strangers taking up the seat. The three tall mesmerizing men with inks on their body not to be seen anywhere. I don't know what's going on in that foolish yet extremely clever brain of yours but...

Be careful Mr. Artbook..

End of YOUR POV

Mid summer yet the night breeze is able to run shivers down your spine. Not a single soul in sight.

10 at night maybe the shopkeepers closed down the shutters and went to bed. Not many shops here in this area to even begin with. The only workshop's bell which rings here is the Jeon's Tattoo corner which has been ringing from the morning today , seemed to have stopped in the evening but now making its sound again. "Argh I should really break down this bell "

With an annoyed expression the black haired guy opens the drawers searching for a fresh towel. The tall man who just entered the shop walked past the desk table, turning the door knob and allowing himself inside the cozy room. His loud footsteps on the wooden floor telling Jungkook that the guest has arrived.

"Where were you? I waited here for five minutes then went inside the nearby plant store to kill time"

Taking off the long coat the tall silver haired guy walks up to the chair positioned in the middle of the room beside the various tools. "Sorry hyung, Taehyung and Jimin wanted a new tattoo so went to hear out their designs"

Jungkook says, eyebrows knitted while he fishes out the stencil of the beautiful clematis he has drawn beforehand of the leader's arrival. Smiling to himself he walks up to the seated boss whose like a big brother to him, he puts the stencil aside. Taking out a black rubber band from his pocket he takes his hair and ties it up to a small ponytail before taking out a drawer full of tattoo needles and inks. "Heard that Yoongi started boxing classes with you"

The older male speaks as his lip corners slowly moves upwards. Jungkook giving out a laugh says, "Yea Yoongi hyung be moving like a turtle. "

The thought of his hyung boxing and whining that it's hard is enough to make the little one giggle. Taking out a small wooden stool with one hand as the other one was holding the tattoo gun, Jungkook sits himself beside the strong looking man who rolls up his shirt's sleeves revealing all the different type of arts and words of different languages tattooed on his arm.

"Need chewing gum?"

The younger one asks at the thought that it might hurt but the older one replies plainly that he's fine after all his skin had been coming in contact with this gun for a long time now. Jungkook nods before resting the needle on the free space on the top of the man's biceps before starting to draw on it, the awestrucking clematis. "Was thinking of getting a lip piercing but not being able to get it cuz of the adults in the house"

The man says while his dimples makes visits to his cheeks.

"The exact same reason why am postponing on getting an eyebrow piercing"

Jungkook replies as he carefully moves the tattoo gun sideways on the man's bicep.

"So when are you planning on telling your sister?"

He asks as the silver haired guy closes his eyes once realizing what Jungkook meant.

"When the time's right.. "

He replies, slowly opening his eyes his gaze meeting the ceiling.

"But first we need to pinpoint Mr. Choi's location"

Replying with a small and quiet yes Jungkook draws the details on the flower carefully.

"Seokjin has been checking the cctvs regularly and the only thing he found was the black hyundai stopping at a night club at exactly 7pm every Tuesday and Wednesday"

"What's the night club's name? "

Jungkook asks as he draws on the small leaves.

"Hell's night club"

With just the mention of the night club's name Jungkook's hand stops moving as his eyes widened. "Isn't that the club you often visit with the others? "

The silver haired man asks making Jungkook quietly nod his head. If the most feared mafia in the country slash his team's biggest rival had been going to the exact same club at the exact same time as his how come he never saw the familiar old man's face? He thought.

What kind of person does the man disguise him as that even Jimin who encountered him multiple times doesn't notice. "You should be careful and try to see your clients faces carefully and see if they match that old fart's face or not"

Jungkook humming a response continued on giving the clematis it's final touch. Finishing the tattoo he removes the gun making the silver haired man sit up straight and fix his shirt.

"You know what to do right?"

Jungkook asks referring to putting on Vaseline ointment on the tattoo and stuffs. The older guy nods while fetching his coat. "I'll get going then. Thanks for the tattoo kook"

Jungkook simply nods his mind stuck in a different topic. Putting the equipments away and tidying up the towels as the older guy leaves the shop and disappears into the darkness of the night in the empty alleyway, Jungkook couldn't help but think about what you were up to. His mind stitching up different negative thoughts together.

"If Mr. Choi is really going to that club then he must have seen Y/N always talking to us..... What if he does something to her? " Jungkook asks to himself and the next thing he does is take his bag, turn off the lights, lock the doors and run off to meet you.

• -

"I'll be off then"

Bowing politely you take hold of the two big disposable bags and huff out a breathe when you realize how heavy both of them were. Kicking the back staff door with your leg open the first thing you see is Jeon Jungkook leaning on the wall infront. His hair tied up in a small ponytail, a bag hung around his shoulder and inked hands resting inside his jeans pockets. His eyes falls on your hands holding the disposable garbage bags, sighing he walks up to you.

"I thought your job was to serve and take orders not bring out garbages" You looked down at the bags in your hands while saying, "I was coming out anyways it's no biggie"

You flashed him a small smile but his eyes looked worried and his face tensed. You wondered what happened but didn't dare to ask thinking that he will only answer with 'none of your business' . Yes Jeon Jungkook unknowingly says harsh things without thinking when he's tensed. Jungkook takes the garbage bags from your hands and put it beside the door when his eyes lands on your right hand which was bandaged. His eyes widen and he quickly took your right hand examining it while asking

"How did this happen? Are you okay? "

Embarrassed you put your hand away from his warm ones and answer while smiling, not making eye contact

"It's okay I'm fine these kind of injuries are meant to happen if you work in a bar." Jungkook not convinced took your hand again now keeping it infront of him not letting you pull it back. His eyebrows knitted . "You were totally fine this evening tell me what happened". Chewing on your bottom lip you look down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

"Y/N tell me what happened.." Jungkook says once again this time his voice laced with concern as his hands caressed your hair. You were actually a bit taken aback at how the always dominant voice of Jungkook is making its way to you in a concerned and soft way.

"A drunk guy harshly pulled my hand wanting me to sit beside him but I fought back and he suddenly let go of me making me loose my balance at hit the edge of the glass table behind and that's how I got this"

You say while looking at your bandaged hand which was now resting in jungkook's warm palm. He softly held your injured hand and lower down a bit to meet your height. Looking at your eyes he said

"Tell me who did this. Tell me who did this to you I'm gonna fucking kill him"

In a calm soft voice but the last part obviously didn't come out in a soft way. You laughed and pushed him a bit away from you. "It's okay am fine don't overreact he was drunk" But Jungkook not buying the answer walked closer to you and again with a serious tone asked you . "Tell me how he looked like"

Knowing that he won't let go of the topic unless you give him a proper answer you sigh, rolling your eyes while describing the drunk man you happened to meet inside the club. "He had small eyes , a sharp nose and dark stubble on his face and.." You trailed off thinking what else did the man have but Jungkook interrupted asking in a quick manner

"Did he have any sort of tattoo on his wrist? " Replaying the moment inside your head you widen your eyes a bit and nod your head, "Yea he did.. Was that a crown? A crown maybe"

Exactly knowing who that drunk man you encountered was Jungkook's chest sank at the thought that the old man touched you with his dirty hands. Gulping down the saliva that formed in his mouth he without thinking pulled you to his chest engulfing you in a hug. He wasn't sure why he felt like protecting you but he wanted to . He wasn't supposed to feel this way now that he set his mind on the plan his brain made up on the way here but..he did. He wanted to make sure you were safe.

Widening your eyes at how Jungkook suddenly hugged you, your mind went blank. There's no doubt in how fast your heart was beating. To be honest to yourself you were actually frightened when that man tried touching you in an ill manner but now being in Jungkook's arms you felt safe. You felt safe when he was around. Jungkook's arms around you got tighter as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

So this is how you gonna play it Mr. Choi

He thinks.

•-

Flashback 5 weeks back

Stretching your arms you give out a small yawn before grabbing the books from the table and making your way out of the auditorium. Walking while looking at your  surroundings you didn't notice the tall man standing infront of you. Too immersed in the same old paintings hanging on the walls you hit something hard making the copies and books in your hands fall down. Without looking up at the person you bumped into you quickly said 'sorry' while kneeling down to pick up your supplies. The tall gentleman kneeled down too helping you with picking up your stationerys. You got up, the man following you soon. This time facing the guy properly as both of you made eye contact you were about to say thank you when your voice abruptly decided to not come out.

The man had soft long black hair .The kind of hair you would want to play with all day. His baby doe eyes staring at you, his lips parted. The oversized hoodie he was wearing made him the grizzly huggable bear image more.

As your eyes scanned him from head to toe, your lips a bit parted, the guy not being able to control his laughter at how cute you looked when your eyes went big as if you saw something really interesting and you'd like to study that thing more, he gave out small giggles making you quickly close your mouth and look at him. Noticing how every students in tha hall were staring at both of you, you shifted your weight from one leg to another leg uncomfortably. But the guy's Adorable bunny smile didn't go out of your notice. His eyes wrinkled as he tilted his face and asked you softly

"You okay? "

Blinking couple of times you nodded your head making him shyly scratch his nape and mumble 'thank god'. Your lips automatically curved up when your eyes landed on the ID card hung around his neck

"Jeon Jungkook"

Once realization hit you that you were now standing infront of your college's hearthrob while looking like a whole mess which you didn't care about that much until you bumped into him, your cheeks got tinted in a light blush. Pulling your lips in you tilted your head a bit to the side making your baby hairs fall over your face.

"Hey kook!"

A loud deep voice entered the ears of the people standing in the hall making them turn their heads to the two seniors waving their hands at Jungkook's direction, a big wide smile plastered know their face. Jungkook takes out his bracelet covered wrist from his pocket and waves at them. Jimin running towards us and wrapping his arm around the tall guy's shoulders he notices me and flashes me a smile

"Hey Y/N"

Waving your sweater paw at him as a hey you smiled. You met Jimin and Taehyung a couple of times before in some group works with seniors. You not really interested in gossips of the college noticed just a few days ago that Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook are the well known hot trio of this college.

"Y/N.."

Jungkook repeats your name to himself before looking at you once again , smiling while saying

"Sweet name"

His sweet honey voice saying your name was enough to melt you. If it was any other guy right now you would have simply said thank you for helping you pick up the books and walk away without saying anything but surprisingly Jeon Jungkook made you stop. "I'm hungry didn't have breakfast this morning" Taehyung whines while holding his tummy earning a slap on his head from Jimin. "we are going for lunch wanna join us? "

Jungkook asks you making you widen your eyes at the sudden invitation and Jungkook earning some smirks from the seniors beside him, Jimin elbowing his arm while wiggling his eyebrows. Jungkook simply rolled his eyes at his hyungs before looking at you for a reply. You glancing at your silver wrist watch said "I would love to but I should get going. I have some stuffs to do"

Jungkook quietly nods his head before flashing you a smile.

Is he always smiling?

You thought noticing that he had been smiling since the moment both of you met. "Y/N's always studying hard"

Taehyung says earning a nod from Jimin making you shyly scratch your nape.

The Brunnete haired approached you giving you a pat on your shoulder before saying "Study well but don't forget to have lunch okay? "

You flashed him a smile while nodding. Jungkook waving his hands at you as a 'bye' walked past you with the two boys. You looked back at three of them noticing that two of them were wearing hoodies and one of them were wearing full sleeved tees.

It's so hot these days why are they wearing hoodies on top of tees?

Shaking your head you quickened your pace and quickly got out of the college grounds. Walking to the bus stand while looking around at the cozy coffee shops on the streets you keep glancing at your watch from time to time to make sure that you're going on time or not.

Now here's a secret about you that no one knows

You're a student at an art college but you are also a student at a law school. Your father runs the family business of electronics. Yes the electronics company ranking the second best in the country out of all the other electronic companies, which he wants to hand over to your big brother after he retires. Your mother always wanted a child of her to be a sculptor. Borning late in the family with the talent of art you were forced to study this subject whereas you were interested in prosecution, catching criminals and stuffs. What you were most interested in were being a mafia or an assassin but you gave up on those dreams and decided to study law. Your parents only giving their all attention and care to their first born, didn't care about you that much. The only thing they wanted from you was becoming a great sculptor and bringing praise to your family.

After nights of confusion and judgement you decided to study in the law school that you got admitted, secretly with the money your grandparents left you. Your grandparents left some money for you and your brother before passing away and thankfully they were enough to pay for your study books expenses. But maintaining time for your law school as well as the art school was hard but you managed to make time after dropping off from some extra courses of the art college without telling your parents. But it was hectic. Your college hours starts from 7 am. And you have classes till 9am then a break at 9:15 am to 10:30 due to dropping off from some extra class. Your law classes starts from 9:30 so during the break you quickly leave the grounds and head off to the law classes. Then you return to the art college at 10:20 when it's a break at your law school. Then once again when it's a lunch break at the art school you head off to the law school while munching on some snacks, obviously not getting time to have proper lunch. And when it comes to events you had to make up excuses at the law school for not attending as your parents would obviously not skip their daughter's presentations.

It would be more hectic from today cuz you just applied to a job at a night club. There's a course for learning shooting at the law school but you don't have enough money to pay for that so it's time to earn some money.

•••

Stretching your arms while getting up from the seat you had been sitting on straight for 2 hours, you give a yawn before taking out a scrunchie and putting your hair up. All the classes for the day are done. Putting the back pack around your shoulder you bow at the teacher before leaving the school premises. Walking inside the bus and sitting on one of the seat you take out your phone and start typing to your mother , 'Mom I'll be late tonight as I got some extra lessons. Don't worry for me and you don't have to send car I'll come by bus'

"No one's gonna worry about me though"

You say to yourself while letting out a small laugh and looking out at the window. Everything vanishing from your sight at a fast pace as the vehicle picks up its speed upon seeing the empty road. Some of the street lights flickering due to not being fixed for several days now. You take out the 'guideline' paper of the bar you're gonna work in from backpack, going through the structure of the building in your mind and remembering all the rules explained to you yesterday when you went to apply for the job. This night club only seemed to be safe for you to work in now. By safe means you would have no worries of the common students who spends time in bars and clubs to see you. If anyone recognizes you then it's game over. Plus the pay is high too.

The phone screen lighting up as a notification popped up you unlocked the phone before seeing from whom the text is from.

Bro: heard you're coming late at night should I pick you up from the way while coming home?

"Geez already told him?"

You say to yourself once realizing that your mom told your brother to pick up but your brother being nice asked if you want to be picked up first or not. Smiling at his text before typing your reply It's ok you don't have to come. The office is far away from my college anyways. Get home safely.

Waiting for a few minutes to see his reply which you didn't get you turned off your phone and put it inside your bag. Looking out from the window thinking why he didn't reply when he saw your text whereas usually he would try to come pick you up, being the 'protective' brother. You got down from the bus as soon as the bus came to its stop. You walked for a few more minutes from the bus stop till arriving at your destination.

Hell's night club

•••

It's been only five minutes of you serving drinks but you're already tired. How can a human body and mind work for 13 hours straight without any rest. You did mess up some tables a couple of times for which you were now getting a scolding from the manager. You looking down bowing slightly while your hands in front of you.

"Miss Lee Y/N did you properly see the table numbers today? "

The old man asks to which you nod. "Then why are you messing up? " He asks in a raised voice making you flinch and quickly mumble a sorry. You lift your head up a bit to see the old man sighing while pinching his forehead, clearly visible that he's angry. "I'm letting you go as this is your first time don't make mistakes anymore"

He says making you bow and say

"Thank you"

He looked around trying to see if any waitresses are free. Sighing at how there's no one free without counting you he gave you a look before handing you a tray of various kinds of drinks. "Take this to table no. 14. And  do not  make any mistakes. They are regulars here I don't want them gone" Nodding at him you set off to find this table no. 14 . Noticing how your skirt got up a bit you tried pulling the skirt a bit down with one hand as the other one was holding the tray, you quickly withdraw your hand without fixing the skirt upon seeing the tray tremble in one hand. Quickly holding the tray in place and scanning if any drinks were spilled, you sigh in relief. You looked back to only lock eyes with the manager . He staring straight at you with his cold eyes. You gave a small awkward smile and walked towards table 14.

The table no. 14 seemed to be surrounded by many big men. All had some sort of tattoos on them. A familiar man sitting in the middle holding a pen and scribbling something on a notebook. His inked arms full on display as the silver earrings were still being able to shine despite the dullness in the scene. His long bangs falling before his eyes not letting anyone see the face beneath it.

You quietly approached the table and when you raised your eyes from the ground to the man sitting in the middle, your legs automatic came to a halt and your breath hitched.

Jeon Jungkook right there was sitting. The table in front occupied with various weapons and him sitting like a whole five course meal, fingers playing with the dangly earrings

This is totally not what I expected

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Ace ♥️

・You know this boy is a mess. He's always in a rush, not necessarily because of school but to make disaster along Deuce and you; the trouble trio. And finding a way to avoid punishments. That's exactly what's getting on your way for this plan.

・You have tried many, really, many times to do it and each one of them you fail or fall or get caught by Deuce. You must make Ace being quiet and that's an impossible task; until today when he was feeding the flamingoes alone.

・You jumped into him on his way back to the dorm building, clinging onto his tired back, falling over him and pinning him down to the floor. Yeah, you caught him into the less conventional way, somehow the angle you chose was perfect to make him unable to move —almost.

・He could swear he heard the flash of a camera between the sound of your laugh. As you made fun of him, he spotted a weak point in your position and used it to turn positions, holding you against the floor as you stopped laughing to realise he won this round.

・"C'mon, sweetie, keep on laughing", he mocked with a cocky smirk, though you could keep on laughing just by the sight of his pink clothes, you pouted. You started complaining about how hard was to catch him off guard and alone just to fail, not just that, to be humiliated by him!

・Successfully, you made him feel guilty. Even so, he wouldn't move, he will just keep you there and apologise –unfortunately for you, he knew very well how your mind worked and he knew you were not really sad. So, Ace assure it would be very easy for him to catch you off guard now that he used your own move against you.

・He can be a bitch when he wants to, that's why you asked Deuce to send you the pic he took of Ace on his pink clothes with you. Every single time he tries to pin you into a wall, you show him the evidence and blackmail him with that. You'll post it on Magicam if he dare to do that again.

Deuce ♠️

・You expected him to be shy, flushed, quiet, speechless; to get red as a tomato as you mischievously giggled at him and talked about your intentions with a teasing tone even though these were completely innocent. Oh, how wrong you got it! You did it with your best intention, unintentionally awakening his badass mood.

・You didn't even got the chance to make his back touch the wall, you had barely gripped his hands when he escaped from your touch, held your waist and pulled you against his chest, turning around to slam his free arm into the wall. The shocked one were you.

・Well, that doesn't mean he weren't surprised. In fact, he blushed when he realised it was you who tried to attack him from behind. Deucey is not a rough or teasing person, but the way you reacted to your own trick was too much for him, you looked so cute and defenseless. The mischievous was him, smirking at you after the impression.

・His payback was sweeter than you could have imagined, a torture though: thickles. Yeah, he pressed you against the wall and started moving his fingers on your sides ans your stomach, sometimes messing with your neck, but never letting you take a break. Laughter after laughter until some small tears fell from your eyes, he stopped to hug you.

・"Make some noise next time, just your steps or something like that. I don't want to hurt you with my defensive reflexes", he says with soft voice, lending you a handkerchief to dry your eyes and clean your sweat. It was so romantic, you were surprised he was one of those guys. Don't get fooled by his kindness, you still owe him an explanation.

・That's exactly what you do, explain. Yes, some way because you wanted him to know what was the original plan on surprising him all of a sudden. Also, there was the fact that he was not letting you go until he knew the reason why he almost hurted his SO.

・Rest assure. He will keep in mind what you have done today. He's not the kind of person who seeks for revenge, he is actually the kind of person who enjoys learning from others and helping others learn from him. And now, my dear, you are going to learn why is bad teasing on Deuce's bad guy side.

Cater ♦️

・Nice moment you chose to take your phone out for a selfie, Diamond! Your movements were perfect, silent, extremely well planned to be ruined by his phone camera! But, of course, you didn't realise about it and that's why things ended up like this...

・How? You may ask. Well, you're sitting over one of the Light Music Club's stools, leaning your back against the wall as your lover's arms lay at each side of your head, hands on the surface behind you. A huge, pleased smile on his face staring at your blushed self, holding his phone on one of his hands.

・"My, my! How daring of you! Jumping into me from behind~", he laughs melodically, winking at you as cheerful as always. His method for making you talk is just asking. Yeah, easy, right? And you bend. He's just so lovely.

・You confess to him that you waited patiently behind the door until Lilia and Kalim left to surprise you. He has been so busy to visit you, so it was time for you to come to him. He just laughs and agrees with you, it was a nice movement he will definitely keep in mind.

・But you are both cheerful and playful with each other, pranks are never missing in this relationship and this moment deserves its own reminder. The photo he took when you were about to jump into him —let's just say it wasn't your best angle. And it was indeed his payback.

・Ace and Deuce will make fun of you for a long, long time thanks to Cay's post. Specially since he catches your body against the wall every single time you visit his dorm... Without failing.

Trey ♣️

・You over thought about attempting it, there wasn't a chance you could catch him, at least not without a sense of silence and discretion. Your lover was a clever and wary man, every movement must be precise and flawless —in fact, they were. Until you stumbled.

・There wouldn't have been any trouble, unless you have chosen the worst possible location: the kitchen. So, maybe your fall could have been stopped by the imminent weight of Trey's body on the wall helping you to trap him perfectly between your arms but now, he was holding you since you tried to pin him into the kitchen's bar. You felt even smaller.

・"Are you all right?", he will ask with concern. Your affirmative answer relieves him, slowly letting you go until he realise you are not supposed to be in his dorm, or in the kitchen. His grip around you strengthen as he "gently" ask what brought you there; he knows you as well as you know him, there's no way you could lie to get out of this. He discovered immediately you were planning something.

・The interrogation was not completely necessary, Trey's eyes had that power of persuasion which made you speak immediately. Yes, you could try resisting but it would not be a very smart alternative; so, when he took his glasses away and placed them behind you, there was nothing to do on it. You started explaining the situation, giving him and advantage since now you were the one between his arms.

・Oh, no. You are being pressed against the fridge door now without any option than looking back at him, that was a dirty move of him, wasn't it ? He has now another good reason for scolding you, not only the place but the true intention behind your deeds. With a deep breath and severe voice, he asks for an excuse for not applying any punishment on you.

・You beg to him not to forbid you of entering to that room of the Dorm, he knows how much you love baking with him on your free time, or helping him with the food for Unbirthday Parties. He could not be so evil with you, less when you use that puppy eyes of yours, a weakness he have always had on you.

・He seems to forgive you, becoming insistent about giving you a farewell kiss. It's not like him to be that insistent on affectionate greetings but you give in... Just to get an awful, still hilarious surprise: he used his Doodle Suit on you to change the taste of the kiss into the food you hate the most. Sweet revenge.

Riddle ♔

・His immediate reaction would be flushing. An intense crimson staining his face as he was looking for an answer inside his memory, searching over the 810 Rules of the Queen of Hearts in vain since none of them stated how to react when your lover trapped you over a wall.

・To be honest, you though you have broken him. He just stared into the void as you blushed in front of him, retracting your arms to set him free. Did you scare him that much with your sudden action? Well, not really since he held your arms before you could separate from him. A smirk slowly appearing on his face.

・You didn't even realise when he made you give an elegant turn so now you were at his mercy. Still, the blush remained on his skin as he found your actions lovely, but now he was delighted with your confused expression as your move resulted against you.

・He lifted his head, watching from above, leaning over you dangerously near to your lips, passing off them to whisper in your ear. "Where you trying to misbehave, my beloved rose?", he ask with a teasing tone as he pronounced your nickname. "You know my beliefs about breaking the rules", he continues, placing his finger under your chin and his hand behind your back to make you straighten and avoiding you looking away.

・For a second, just a second, you are truly intimidated. He's always a gentleman, though he loves games and that was the reason why you did this in first place —you're aware that he was teasing you. From one second to another, you giggled and your eyes softened, throwing your arms into his neck, burying your face into his coat to silence your laughter.

・Well, you knew he had been busy and worried so you tried to surprise him. In the end, you made him get a bit relaxed, he followed your game as you tried to turn places, he kept refusing to let you go. The fun of the moment relied on how you managed to make him laugh.

・"It's off with your head, darling", he laughs in a mischievous tone, caressing your cheek before walking away. Oh, no, he was planning his payback. Yes, he would never "chop" off your head, as a couple, that sentence was part of your intimate code and you knew that meant... You had to be careful and watch your back. Riddle will pin you into the wall when you less expected so and he won't be "gentle".

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Same Time (5)

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Changbin sat in the hallway outside the dorm, replaying what you had said to him. He had tried to tell you that he loved you, the words you had been waiting to hear from him, but yet you just blew him off? He understood that you were mad at him, he knew he fucked up and treated you like garbage and he wanted to apologize and make it up to you, but how could he possibly do that when you won't talk to him. 

"You okay man?"

He turns his head to look beside him, seeing Felix standing there, concerned plastered on his face. "I don't know what to do." Changbin sighs, rubbing his face. He needed to win you back, he loved you, he couldn't lose you, especially not to Minho. "I need to get her to listen to me." 

"Do you want my advice?" He asks.

Changbin nods his head. 

"Then go to her." Felix says. "Show her you care about her. Put in effort and don't stop ever. Even if you end up winning her back, never make her feel like she is less than your entire world. You want her, then show her." 

"You're right." Changbin exclaims. He stands up, rushing down the hallway, on his way to find you. "Thanks man!" He yells. "I owe you." 

Felix rolls his eyes, opening the door back up only to see Minho standing there with his arms crossed. "That's almost the exact same advice you gave me." He glares. 

"Hey." Felix laughs, putting his hands up. "I only asked if you guys wanted my advice, never said I wouldn't share it with others." 

Minho rushes out the door, hoping to find you first. There was no way he was going to let Changbin make it right with you, not when he was so close to having you to himself. 

**

"Beautiful?" You scoff. "Don't even try it, random, handsome man. I have enough boy problems." You groan, dropping your head into your palm. 

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asks, taking a sip of his beer. You perk up, turning your head to look at him. 

"Actually?" You ask. 

He eagerly nods his head. "Might be helpful to you to have some male advice." He suggests, shrugging his shoulders. 

"Thank you kind stranger. Bartender, another round for me and my friend here." You order, scooting closer to Wooyoung. "So.." you begin, starting at your reluctant acceptance to the friends with benefits idea, your dates with Minho, the way Changbin treated you, the fighting, confessions up until now, sitting at the bar, getting drunk and spilling your disaster love life to a stranger. 

"Sounds like they both have their flaws but they also both have good redeeming qualities. I think you need to think about who you're going to be happiest with, when I say boyfriend, who is the first one that comes to your mind?" He asks. 

You smile at the question. Only one person came to mind at his question. But you were still unsure if that was the right choice. You needed time to think. 

"Thank you." You say to Wooyoung, you genuinely appreciate the advice he has given you. And now you needed to make a choice. You knew you did. You knew who you should pick but you felt conflicted. Your heart was going to hurt one way or the other. 

Minho or Changbin. 

Changbin or Minho. 

You felt so confused in the moment. You were drunk, you were tired and felt lonely. 

With a sigh, you half smile at Wooyoung as you slide down from the bar stool, trudging your way back to the house with your head hung low. Maybe a good night's sleep would help. You drag your feet up the stairs, collapsing in your bed. You drift to sleep within seconds, dreaming about what your life would be like, had you never started your thing with Changbin, and nothing turned out how it did. 

** 

You wake up early the next morning, stretching your entire body, for the first time feeling like things were going to be okay. Yes this was only your second day here, but you knew this was going to be so good for you to be away from everyone and everything. You needed to just have fun with no worries, be yourself and carefree. 

You were excited. 

You got dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top with your bathing suit underneath. You grab your purse and head downstairs, opening the front door to see someone standing there with their fist up to knock. 

It took you mere seconds to recognize the man standing in front of you. 

"Changbin?" You whisper. Your eyes must be deceiving you, there was no way he was standing in front of you at this moment. 

"Hi." He says, looking up at you. His eyes were red and puffy, tears stained his cheeks. 

"Are you okay?" You ask. You knew you shouldn't, you knew he didn't deserve your sympathy or concern. 

But you still loved him.  

You still cared for him. 

"I miss you." He croaks, trying to hold back tears again. "I miss you and I love you and it's you. I need you. I want you. I know I fucked up, I know I treated you like shit." He sniffles. "I was scared and I know that's no excuse but I just need you to know that I'm in it for the long haul. Whatever you ask me to do, I'll do it. I'll wait for you if you need time, I'll go to counseling, I'll do whatever you want. Just please.. tell me you love me back. Tell me you want me." He pleads.

"I.." you pause. This wasn't how you wanted to do it. This wasn't how you wanted to tell one of them the news. You had everything planned out for when you got back, in a familiar setting and not here and now at the front door of the rented beach house. "Come in." You sigh, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside the house. You take him up the stairs and into your room, sitting him on the bed. 

Changbin sits there with his head in his hands, sniffling as he waits for you to say something. Anything. He just wanted you to tell him it would be okay and you weren't going to leave him. You were all he wanted, but he understood if you decided you didn't want him.

"I love you." You whisper, waiting to see his reaction. His head jolts up, hoping you're not going to take it away now. "But.." you pause. His heart sinks again. "We need to take things slow." You finish. 

"You're not joking?" He asks, his hands gripping the bed tightly. 

"Why would I joke about this?" You ask. "I'm being serious. You're the one I have loved for so long. How could it be anyone other than you?" 

Changbin stands up, wrapping his arms around you, holding you as closely as possible. 

"So what does this mean exactly?" He asks. 

"We don't sleep with anyone else, but we're seeing each other, taking things slow." You explain. 

"I can do that. I would do anything for you." He says, tilting your chin up, to place a small kiss on your lips. 

** 

Over the next few days, you were in absolute heaven. Changbin was staying at the beach house with you and you honestly couldn't have been happier. He was sweet, attentive, passionate, loving and caring, he made you laugh constantly and made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. 

You felt as though you whole-heartedly had made the right decision. 

That night you were getting ready to head to a party with Changbin and Jessi. You had been invited through Jessi by Wooyoung, and you were excited to introduce Changbin to your new friend. You had really thought they would get along great and become friends. You were both so happy when you were on your way to the party. When you arrived you both got a drink and you and he made rounds, meeting new people, talking and laughing. As you were talking you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn around and are met with the smile of Wooyoung. 

"Hey!" You say excitedly, wrapping your arms around him for a hug. He tightly hugged you back, and as soon as you let go and looked at Changbin the energy he was giving off had completely changed. You tried to ignore it, but he was glaring at Wooyoung, his hands balled into fists as you talked to him. "This is Changbin." You smile, motioning to your boyfriend. Wooyoung extends his hand towards Changbin, who just looks at it and scoffs before walking away. 

"I'm sorry." You mumble, taking off after him as he weaves through the crowd. You finally managed to grab onto him outside, turning him around to face you. 

"What was that?" You ask. "That was so rude. What is wrong with you?" 

"You. You're what's wrong with me." He spits. "Are you fucking him too? Fucking him and me, like you did with Minho?" He yells. 

You step back, your hand over your heart as you look at him, shock and hurt plastered across your face. 

"Are you kidding me?" You laugh. "After everything? Wooyoung and I are just friends. Like you and Hwasa." You say, rolling your eyes.

"Yeah, me and her are just friends." He says. 

"See." You point out.  

Changbin stands there with thoughts rushing through his head. "I fucked up." He whispers. 

"Yeah you did." You spit, turning around and heading back to the beach house. Changbin follows, incessantly apologizing to you, begging you to just hear him out. But you would rather not hear him say anything, you were so mad at him. 

How could he just accuse you like this, out of nowhere. You thought you were past all this bullshit. You chose him, what more did he want? Minho was in the past, you would always have a past with him and Changbin was just going to have to accept it. 

You made your way to the beach house, your night now was ruined thanks to Changbin's jealousy. You stomped up the stairs to your room with Changbin trailing behind you, trying to get you to talk to him, to let him apologize but you wanted none of it. You slammed the door in his face, locking it from the inside as you laid down on the bed and cried. You could hear the faint knocks from Changbin on the other side. His pleading for you to open the door, but you didn't want to. 

"I'm insecure." He yells through the door. "I'm worried that I'm not going to be good enough for you, or you're going to realize that you made a mistake and leave me. I know I need to work on it. I'm sorry Ayn. He was so handsome, I immediately felt so insecure and I lashed out." He finishes. 

You unlock the door, facing the man that you chose. "I'm allowed to have male friends. And sometimes they might be attractive, but you desperately need to remember that what happened with me and Minho was when we were just friends. We weren't together. But now that we are, I would never cheat on you. Okay?" You say, stroking his cheek. He leans into your hand, kissing your palm before you pull him into the bedroom with you. 

This was his last night here with you, and you didn't want to spend it fighting over some dumb words. So you spent it laying in his arms, talking about what the future held and where you saw yourselves, and wow were you so in love with this man. 

Changbin left the next morning, while you stayed for the remainder of the vacation. You spent your time at the beach, drinking and having a blast with Jessi and Wooyoung. You didn't want it to end, but you were excited to get home to Changbin and see how your relationship was in a familiar setting. 

You also knew you needed to talk to Minho, which wasn't going to be easy. You really did like him, but love will always outweigh like. 

"I'm sorry." You whisper, as you sit next to Minho after breaking the news. "I just.." you pause with a sigh. 

"I get it." He says. "I mean I'm not happy about it but you love who you love. I'm happy for you guys." He smiles. 

"I really hope we can still be friends?" You ask. 

"I'd like that." He says, standing up and walking towards his room. You walk to Changbin's room, crawling into bed with him, letting out a sigh of relief. 

"How'd it go?" He asks, rubbing your head. 

"Good. We're going to be friends. He looked so sad though." You sigh.

"He'll be okay." Changbin reassures you. 

You knew he would be, but you still felt guilty for some reason. You tried to ignore it, but the weird, anxious feeling in your stomach never went away. 

** 

4 months. 

That's how long it lasted until you and Changbin were in another fight. 

"I don't like the way he looks at you." Changbin yells. 

You had gone out for lunch with some coworkers and Changbin, introducing him to them and one of them happened to be a guy. According to Changbin he was eyeing you up, and practically fucking you with his eyes. 

"We're friends. Remember, I'm allowed to have male friends. You're my boyfriend, not my keeper." You yell, rolling your eyes. 

Changbin scoffs again, stepping back from you. "You're fucking him, aren't you?" He says, looking you up and down. 

"I'm sorry, what?" You ask. 

You could not do this again. Not this shit again. 

"It's like fucking Minho all over again." He spits. "Fucking slut." He spits. 

"Get the fuck out, Changbin. You need to calm the fuck down." You yell, pointing to the door. 

His eyes turn soft seconds later, realizing what he had just said to you. But he doesn't say anything, he just storms out of your apartment, slamming the door behind him. 

You plopped on your couch, laying your head down on the back of the couch as you take a deep breath. This was fucking stupid. You couldn't keep dealing with him and accusing you of fucking people because of what happened in the past when you were friends. This wasn't fair to you. It wasn't fair for him to be treating you like this, and the two of you needed to have a serious conversation and figure some stuff out. 

Life was too short to be stuck in a relationship without any trust and it was very obvious Changbin had 0 trust in you. 

A few hours later, you make your way to the dorm, ready and calm enough to talk to Changbin. He had been ignoring your phone calls, so you figured you'd just go and then he would have no choice but to talk to you. 

"Hello?" You call out as you open the front door to the dorm, walking in, a bag of yours and Changbin's favorite snacks in your hand. It was quiet, it seemed as though no one was around.

"Changbin?" You call out. 

Suddenly someone rushes out of a room, running over to you. 

"Oh. Hey Minho." You smile. 

He doesn't return the smile, but instead looks panicked. 

"What are you doing here?" He asks, looking around. 

"Changbin and I got into a fight..  I'm here to talk to him. Is he in his room?" You ask, trying to move past Minho to go to Changbin's room. 

"I uh, you can't go in there." He whispers. 

"What?" You laugh. "Why not?" 

"Ayn.. you don't want to go in there." He says sternly. 

"Minho, you're scaring me. What the hell are you talking about?" You ask, moving past him. You quickly walk to Changbin's room, placing your hand on his door knob. 

"Ayn, don't." He calls out. 

You turn the knob, pushing the door open. You see your boyfriend's back, naked and sweaty as he thrusts his cock into someone, making her moan loudly. 

You drop the bag of snacks, catching his attention. He turns around, seeing your horrified face watching him cheat on you. 

"Ayn.." he whispers, pulling out of her, covering himself on the bed. 

The girl sits up, and suddenly everything makes sense. Your heart shatters into a million pieces. 

Hwasa. 

With tears filling in your eyes, you look between the two of them. 

"Just friends, right?"  

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You wish (1/2)

Pairing: Frank Iero x [non-binary, afab] Reader Word counting: ~ 2 200 Genre: Enemies to lovers Summary: Reader is the only one who doesn't take Frank's shit, but all the bickering eventually turns into flirting.

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A sigh escapes my lips as I finish cleaning the last glass and put it under the counter along with the others before setting the cloth aside. It's going to be a busy night because, apparently, a band is going to play in the club tonight and that usually brings a lot of people in. On the other hand, at least Mikey is helping me today – let's hope he doesn't fuck up with anything, but if he does, it's Gerard's problem and not mine, after all.

"Hello," a guy greets as sitting down on one of the stools.

I raise an eyebrow at him, glancing at his clothes; white, with a hand drawn black symbol on the shirt. Probably someone from the staff considering we haven't opened yet. The club is empty apart from me, the cleanse people and the ones putting the stage up. "Hi."

"A beer, please." He presses his lips together into a smile, watching me moving to grab what he asked, pouring the drink into a glass before I set it in front of him and throw the can away. "Thank you..." It's clear he wants to know my name, but I don't say anything, carrying on with my job, and proceed to clean the empty area of the counter. He frowns. "What's your name? Nice to meet you, I'm Frank."

"I'm just the one in charge of the bar," I reply simply. Giving attention to everyone isn't something very wise to do and something I didn't learn easily; most of the idiots sitting around the bar will just insult me in the moment I reject them or say gross things, so talks certainly should be avoided. Even if it isn't from a customer.

"Aw, you're not funny!" His words don't sound genuine tho, the disappointment is hidden under certain amusement. "'Bet you don't have many clients while acting like that!"

Cool, just like predicted. To be honest, getting rid of this stain here is more interesting.

"Hi, hi," Mikey greets and I glance back to see him walking in with a smile, "oh, hey, Frank! Didn't know you'd be the one playing here tonight!" He moves to next to Frank leaning his side against the counter. I observe them for a brief moment – so Mikey knows the punk, huh?

"Yeah," Frank replies excitedly, "Gerard could help us with it, so..." He shrugs, smiling. "Didn't know you work here, either."

"I don't," Mikey chuckles. "I just help here once in a while."

"Laze around, you mean," I add, glaring at Mikey. He gasps, widening his eyes, but I speak up before he's able to say anything. "Not to mention that your last time here costed us two glasses, you butter fingers. Thank hell Gerard is the only one to be scolded!"

"C'mon, you know how difficult it is to handle these," he groans. "You're just being annoying."

"And rude," Frank adds under his breath. "'Won't talk with me."

Mikey raises an eyebrow at Frank before chuckling. "Not surprising. I wouldn't talk with you either if you showed up like that, even more knowing how you can be—"

"Stop, you're supposed to be helping me!"

"(Y/n) is just this way, c'mon!" Mikey shrugs. "And you're annoying. I bet they were just doing their work." He glares, moving to serve Frank a can of soda this time after he pushed his glass forward while muttering something. I can't help but to glance at them with an amused smirk, having fun in watching how Frank shoots me a bitter look and Mikey is being suspiciously nice today.

"Cut off the sweet talk, Mikey," I say as approaching them, putting the cloth away for real this time. "I'll love you more if you work more. And you." I turn to Frank. "Yeah, you're annoying."

While Mikey chuckles, a long and dramatic whine comes from Frank. "You just met me! You're the annoying one! And even rude!"

"I don't go around attacking people for free, Frank." I shrug, leaning back against the counter with a sigh. "And insulting me because I didn't do what you wanted me to? What are you, five?" I hold back a chuckle, rolling my eyes. Part of what I'm doing is because I am not going to take his shit, but it is also entertaining seeing how Frank can react.

As predicted, the night ends up being quite agitated, but Mikey and I do have a break during the concert since people focus more on the music instead of getting drinks, what gives us the opportunity to pay attention to it too. It's a bit difficult seeing them – LeATHERMOUTH, that's the name – because of the low stage and huge crowd, in a way most of what I can see resumes itself to Frank jumping around like crazy, though he sometimes disappears in what I presume to be kneeling on the ground and my suppositions he has any sanity left are erased when I see him with the cable wrapped around his head. Cool.

Frank returns after the show is over, asking for a drink and, once again, using that shitty attitude that I do not take.

Through the time, Frank's band makes more shows in the club and, if it wasn't for Mikey there – consequently –, I probably wouldn't be sharing any word with him again. He is annoying. It is literally impossible to talk to him for longer than five seconds without being attacked and receiving a rude remark, even if it turns into some kind of weird flirting through the time.

I suppress a sharp sigh when seeing Frank approaching after another show came to an end – even so, it's still early in the night and another band took over when they left the stage.

"G'night, what d'you want?" Pete, who is also working in the bar today – because Mikey couldn't make it due to something related to Electric Century, if I'm not wrong –, is free and approaches Frank in the moment he takes a seat on a stool across the counter. Thank hell, maybe I don't have to deal with the dumbass today.

"I actually want (y/n) to fix me a drink, thank you," Frank replies without any pity and I need to hold back a chuckle at Pete's reaction; Frank smirks a bit as meeting my gaze.

Throwing the Cosmopolitan in the glass, I push it towards the woman, finally moving towards Frank. "Hey, rat, good concert. Would've been better if you weren't there." I grin, leaning forward on the counter with my hands on the edge of it.

"Very funny!" He rolls his eyes, twisting his mouth a bit. "I bet watching me performing would be the best part of your night if it actually wasn't talking with me."

"You wish, you're always counting the seconds to come here annoy me," I breathe, shaking my head. "Anyways, what do you want?"

"I'm actually not up for much alcohol today..." Frank hums thoughtful as looking at all the drinks behind me while placing his elbow over the counter and resting his cheek against his palm. "I was going for a Manhattan, but fix me a Spritz instead."

"As you wish," I mutter while moving to grab the bottles I need then coming back to prepare the drink.

"So, Mikey isn't here today?" Frank asks and I slowly nod in response.

"Yeah," I reply after a moment, having been focused on getting the right quantity of each drink in a way it isn't too bitter or too boozy, just as he likes it, "apparently he had something else to do, so we fixed someone else." I mix everything before throwing it inside a glass with ice, adding a rosemary branch for the looks, and push it towards him. "I needed to endure you moaning your ass off on that stage all by myself, unfortunately."

Frank snorts as taking the drink, shaking his head to himself. "Shut up, you wish you were the one to be making me moan like that." He takes a sip of the drink and raises his eyebrows lightly, quickly taking another sip of it.

I roll my eyes, not worrying if my reaction is dramatic as I pretend to gag. "I actually wish I was the one wrapping the cable around your neck, y'know?"

"Aw, babe," Frank groans, looking up at me from under his eyelashes, "I'd love that."

The words set a silence between us for a moment, in which I glare at Frank with disbelief and he's got that fake innocent look on, batting his eyelashes while looking at me. His look gives me this weird feeling in my chest, but I look away before I can identify whether it's good or bad, cursing under my breath at the same time he starts laughing.

"You're terrible," I tell Frank, moving away once seeing a guy taking a seat.

"A Paloma, please," the guy asks and I nod, moving to do as asked.

"I'm the best, actually," Frank replies in his usual smug tone and I can't help but to laugh, sarcastically agreeing.

"Here." I hand the guy his drink, sighing as moving to take a few empty glasses away from the counter and hand it to Pete so he can go clean them.

"Thank you, baby." The guy winks at me and here we go again. I ignore him. "What's your name? You a cutie, aren't yah? When is your shift over? Maybe I could take you home," he insists, but his words just turn into a background noise that I try to ignore as moving to the back to put away the bottles I've used. "Oh, you gonna play it difficult? 'Bet you—"

"Can you please leave them alone?" Frank's voice cuts in and I need to glance back to make sure I'm not making things up and there is Frank, glaring at the guy. "C'mon, man, if they're not giving you attention, that's a no. Accept it nicely and don't make it obvious how frustrated with yourself you are."

"Who even do you think you are?" The guy retorts bitterly.

"I'm just—"

"Y'know what, I'm not coming here anymore," the guy grumbles to himself and just downs the drink before he stands up and disappears among the crowd. Frank and I share a confused look before shrugging.

"Thank you, I guess," I sigh as walking back to Frank, leaning on the counter with my forearms over it and we're about the same level. I observe him for a moment, thinking about what he did, and there's this feeling in my stomach again. Butterflies? No, no, no. Not for him. I try my best to not let him know about what's going in my mind, not looking away from him.

"Don't worry." He smirks and that's just Frank. He's always smug and convinced of himself, not afraid of saying what he thinks or feels. What an idiot. For real, I like it. "You deserved it."

"Honestly, I don't know how to react," I confess, "because, since we met, it's been sounding like you're going to throw me from a cliff in the moment you have the opportunity to."

"I'm not like that, (y/n)," he breathes, eyes drifting down for a second as he bites back an awkward smile. "I, um— You're actually really nice. I just like fucking around with you." He shrugs and looks down at his glass, playing a bit with the remaining ice cubes. I keep observing him, not replying, so he looks at me again, raising an eyebrow.

Y'know what? Fuck it.

I glance down at Frank's lips and a red tone immediately takes over his cheeks with it, but I just lean in and am actually surprised by him meeting me halfway. I can still taste the Spritz on his lips, faintly, what ends up irrelevant under how nice and surprisingly soft they feel against mine. His mustache brushes lightly against the skin under my nose, tickling it, something I try to ignore as cupping his face and deepening the kiss as he places his hand over mine.

There's this feeling in my stomach again, followed by a nice tingling sensation that goes down my spine while a warm sensation fills my chest. Okay; it feels right, for once.

"I'm driving you home," Frank mutters against my lips, a bit breathless, just like me.

"Yeah, that'd be nice." I smirk a bit as we gaze at each other for a moment and I'm not sure about what'd happen next, but we are interrupted by Pete before I can find out. Idiot.

"Stop making out and go back to work, (y/n)," he calls from the other side of the bar and I sigh heavily, rolling my eyes as I move towards the couple who just approached the counter. "I'm going to tell Mikey about it!"

"You are not going to tell Mikey!" I glare at Pete before turning to the couple, asking what they want and quickly putting myself to prepare the two Martinis.

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Part 2