#Took a shot of espresso everytime I felt like drinking.

[fourfuckinghorsemen]

Really? Really?

[bunnys-kisses]

Hi Bunny! Could I please order a zebra cake, pots de crème, and ice cream bars with an espresso shot, tonic water, and juice served by Fernando? - 🍯

bakery menu

thank you to those who had submitted! i've been slowly working on new orders! slowly, but surely i will get through all of them. bakery orders are mostly filled on fridays-sundays, a little weekend treat for everyone! i've had a real kick with fernando alonso fics, so i hope you enjoy!!

zebra cake: "well, what do we have here?" + pots de crème: "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo." + ice cream bars: “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine." + espresso shot: dirty talking + tonic water: age gap + juice: cockwarming served by fernando alonso (formula one)!!

tags: smut/pwp, age gap (20s/40s), cockwarming, dirty talking/degrading language, jealous!fernando (sorry liam lawson), mating press, references to breeding/pregnancy

fernando alonso was a possessive man. but he was also a driven man. someone couldn't survive so many seasons of racing without the drive to do it. fernando believed that he could smoke these rookies out, he could make them taste true defeat.

he could win another championship before these rookies could even taste the podium. he was that confident. but that didn't mean that these new guys didn't get under his skin.

as he sat at the bar with a drink in hand. he watched you talk with the rookies of the upcoming year, in fairness you were closer in age with them. so fernando, while possessive, wasn't a monster. but, the green eyes monster wasn't immune to make an appearance. especially when liam lawson touched your upper back. fingers trailed across exposed parts of skin.

now that won't do...

fernando put his glass down and got up from the bar. he moved through the club until he reached where you were seated in the booth with the rookies, "well, what do we have here?" he said, he kept a smile as he got beside you, squishing you between liam and him. he draped an arm around you and you easily folded against him.

"we're just chatting." you replied as you looked at your lover.

fernando looked towards liam and said, "chatting. well, princess. we have to get back to the hotel soon. it's getting late." he didn't want to show his jealousy on his sleeve. but he also wanted liam to never touch you again.

"do we have to? it's not that late." you replied.

"yeah, c'mon, alonso. she's right, it's not that late. got some medications before bed you have to take." the rookie laughed as he took a sip of his stiff drink.

fernando held you a little closer. he gave one look to liam and then turned to you. his expression was a little softer as he cupped your face with his other hand, "you said you wanted to go the museum before we left tomorrow. hard to do that when you're out all night."

you remembered and nodded, 'right, right. i totally forgot!" you were instantly up which made fernando laugh. you were both soon out of the booth with your purse in hand. as you walked away, fernando draped an arm around your waist.

he looked over to the rookies and winked. they wished they could get a girl like you at their age. but, you didn't have eyes for boys. you wanted a man. and fernando was more than enough for you.

up against the side of the building, fernando pinned you against the brick by the waist. your head tilted back a little to expose the slope of your neck, which he decorated with bites and kisses. he groaned against your skin, his erection strained against his jeans, “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he needs to know you're mine."

you moaned, "honey, babe. i think he knows. i wear your colours and number everytime i'm at the track!" you gripped onto his shoulders and fernando just pressed into you further. you felt the leap in your pulse as the heat twisted in your core.

"not enough. not enough for a brat like him." he gripped onto you tighter and the kisses got hungrier, "as much as i'd love to fuck you up against this wall. i don't want someone to see what is mine."

you moaned a little and he placed a kiss on your lips. you melted into his warmth. fernando was a passionate lover, the kind that could make anyone shudder with want. years of experience under his belt and he used it to blow your mind.

when he pulled away, he hiked up your skirt a little to show the black panties underneath. he knew on the ass was luck number 14 printed on them. he licked his lips, "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo."

you gave him a look and before you knew it. you were in his car, headed to the hotel. his hand on your thigh as he zipped through the streets to get to the hotel. you barely made it into the room before fernando had himself pressed up against your back. his strong arms wrapped around your waist. he moved up against you and you felt a shudder of heat through your body.

you had to be quick to get the dress off before fernando tore the thing off of you. you ended up on the bed in just your underwear and you could hear the rustle of fernando's clothes. you felt your pulse leap when he eventually got on the bed behind you. your back arched when he palmed your ass.

"so beautiful. you can see why i'm so protective of you. these boys don't know how to keep their hands to themselves." he gripped your left cheek for a moment before he pulled the panties down then undid your bra with ease.

you were both soon naked and fernando put you onto your back and was between your legs. he wanted to see your beautiful face when he made you feel good. you looked up at him and felt the blush in your face.

he licked his lips and scratched his beard before he took you by the legs and got them up onto his shoulders, his heavy cock pressed against you. the stretch in your thighs felt good as he rubbed the blunt head against your slick pussy.

"fuck, nando." you arched your back a little to get comfortable on the bed before he sank his cock into you. you felt the rush of pleasure from the stretch of his cock inside of you. your short nails dug into the white covers of the hotel bed.

fernando sank his impressive length into you. you knew his cock was perfect, it wasn't the biggest of all time. but you didn't need that because fernando knew exactly how to use what he had. and it left you feeling good each time. so he didn't need a horse cock to make you see stars. but its thickness did leave you feel hot all over, the stretch always left you whining.

and fernando loved the sounds of your whines. how pretty you sounded when you took him. and you did so beautifully. his dark eyes lingered on you as he moved against you. he pressed into your further. your ankles on his shoulders as he rutted against you. he watched your breasts bounce with each thrust.

"so pretty." he mused, "you don't need one of those rookies. you just need me. maybe i should send lawson a message next time he thinks that he can touch you. touch what is mine." he stopped his movements for a moment and leaned into you further.

you stayed trapped under him while you kept his cock warm. he pinned your wrists to the bed. further pinning you to the mattress. and his lips found your neck. you moaned a little and squirmed.

his cock felt heavy inside of you. a weight that made your brain feel empty. you thought of very little while fernando had sex with you. he rocked his hips a little, almost teasing you while you kept him inside of you.

"i'd say a ring, but that idiot would look past it." he pinned you further onto the bed. your pussy clenched around his cock. you shuddered when he added, "maybe a tattoo. my name on your chest because he loves looking at your tits." he licked his lips. his cock nudged against a soft spot of yours and it made your toes curl.

fernando could be very dominant. and the thought of him making you get a tattoo of his name turned you on greatly. it made you feel heated while you stayed pinned under him. your cock taken him to the root.

"please." you whimpered, "you know i'm scared of needles."

he chuckled as he rocked a little further against you. he felt the throb of pleasure in his brain, "maybe a tattoo across your back and only put you in those short tops." he felt you clench around him, "i'll hold your hand while you get it. no need to scared when i'm there." he groaned. while he could've happily had you seated on his cock all night. he needed to fuck you. he needed to watch your body move with his rough thrusts. especially when you looked so nice under him. liam lawson could never have you like this.

you gripped onto the covers a little tighter as he started to move once more. you felt the flush of heat in your face while he fucked you once more. the air left your lungs when his cock hit against the right areas. fucking fernando was something else, he blew your previous experiences out of the water. everything seemed lack-luster after the first time you were with the older man.

he held onto your hands as leverage while he fucked you with heavy strokes. he gazed at your expressions and said, "maybe i should just knock you up. hard for lawson or any of the others to flirt with you when your attention is on my child." he grinned at you like a mad man and it made your stomach twist.

he continued to fuck you and you loved every second of it. the promise of how he was going to make sure that the rookies didn't get too handsy made your pulse leap. the pleasure of everything made sparks fly in your brain. there was something about fernando that left you breathless. you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

fernando kept you in the position you were in, he fucked you like he was trying to fuck you into the mattress under your sweaty back. he gave you kisses, but they were hungry and rough. his words lingered in your mind as you tensed up. your lover groaned against your kisses.

it didn't take much longer before you finished around him. your back arched with the little room between you two. you could feel his cock nudge and prod against you roughly. your eyes rolled back a little bit and your mouth hung open but unable to form words. it was hard to when climax hit you so hard that your mind went blank.

fernando noticed and he felt the excitement in his body. he worked himself against you and it made you feel like you were on cloud nine. he fucked you through your orgasm before he finished inside of you with a few more steady thrusts. he gripped onto your hands and pressed himself as deep as he could go. he wanted to make sure that reminders of him stayed in you.

you panted heavily as he slowed to a stop. he took you by the face and kissed you on your slightly parted lips. his words of praised curled in your brain but couldn't be fully processed.

"fuck." he groaned as he pulled out and ended up next to you. he pulled you onto his chest as you laid there together. you kissed at his bare chest and rubbed your cheek against the hair across it. your thighs rubbed together. he loosely held you back while you kissed him.

ideas swirled in his head for how to prevent liam lawson from touching you again. because no one touched what belonged to fernando alonso. <3

[la-fille-en-aiguilles]

Señorita

Billy Russo x Female Reader

Warnings: S.M.U.T., language.

Synopsis: You finally get out of the city to spend a week in a beachside paradise - you’re entitled to a little getaway, you think, with your birthday coming up. When a handsome stranger hits on you at the bar, along with your birthday, some other things might come as well.   A/N: This was random? Came out of nowhere. Enjoy & let me know what you think x

Gif not mine

Timid waves crushed softly against the shoreline, white sand turning concrete gray at their touch. The warm breeze carried around a song you thought you recognised, but couldn’t remember from where. The beach-side bar basked in a gentle blush glow, so typical for the evenings here at Mallorca… You’d only arrived a couple of days ago, but already you couldn’t picture yourself anywhere else - just sitting here, at the bar by the turquoise sea, sipping on your Pina Colada in the shadow of the palm-branched roof. The wind brushed through your salt-stained hair from the entire day spent rolling around on the beach; mindful sun caressing your thighs, peaking from behind the slit in your deep emerald dress.

Tonight was relatively calm, you thought, twirling the straw in your cocktail absentmindedly. Ever since the English rugby team packed up their balls and other attributes and set out to sea, the place became peaceful.

You were glad. The entire point of this trip was to get out of the busy city for a while, enjoy the calm. If you wanted a testosterone-filled party for your birthday, you would have stayed in New York - Karen would throw a rave that would make Coachella look like a kindergarten gathering.

But that is exactly what drove you out of America and into this seaside paradise. If there was one thing you had trouble doing, it was working a crowd of people you barely saw in your everyday life, who only came for booze and dancing. Karen said she understood, and that the party would have been a small yet tasteful affair… you still fled.

Here’s to hoping that Karen wasn’t pissed at you for bailing, you silently prayed, throwing the straw on the bar and taking a gulp directly from the glass. Judging from the text Karen sent you earlier today, saying something about getting together for a celebratory meal when you got back to the city, you figured she wasn’t mad. She did say something about introducing her to a friend of Frank’s again, and having thrown the Karen plan for the party out of the window, you had to budge.

It’d been so long it had become a running joke between you two - Karen wanting to introduce you to that “handsome hunk”, with whom Frank had served. She was especially lyrical about his manners, his big heart and his beautiful smile.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think Karen was head over heels for the guy.

Every time Karen made plans for a Sunday brunch or Saturday night drinks at Castle’s place with the sole purpose of introducing you to the Hunk, you always found an excuse to ditch. Sometimes it was an urgency at work, sometimes it was about something funny you ate the night before… You must have been dodging these “introductory date” attempts for at least five months now - and it all looked like after this get-away vacation, you’d have to face the music.

Well, it was worth it. A week of doing nothing, reading sappy novels and drinking high-end cocktails, that was what you craved for, and if you had to pretend to be interested in some nonsense a guy was trying to charm you with for a couple of hours, it was a small price to pay. With that thought, you finished off your Pina Colada and motioned for the sunburnt brown bartender to get you another one.

“Hola señorita.”

The voice was unexpected. Low, with an agreeable trace of huskiness and with a hint of power.

“Disculpe, ¿este asiento está ocupado?”

Slightly frowning, you turned your head to the right.  

Ever since the English rugby team settled in one of the villas, the women in the hotel found themselves outnumbered. It just so happened - what a coincidence - that you turned out to be their neighbour, your villa closest to theirs. Everytime you’d walk out of your temporary home to hit the bar or the beach, you’d spot at least three young men hanging outside of their quarters, their faces illuminating the minute they saw you. You’d give them a cursory smile back - you weren’t that cruel - but everytime one of them tried to approach you, you shot him down - often with a look, rarely with a verbal warning. Ever since they left, you was relishing the feeling of tranquillity - until he decided to burst your happy little bubble.

The first thing you noticed about him is that he wasn’t Spanish, despite the lack of accent. He had beautiful dark, almost black eyes, the colour of a freshly brewed espresso, that myriad of black and chocolate tones swirling in a whirlpool of tender curiosity. They held your depreciating stare well. The sun obviously loved him - those razor-sharp cheekbones glowed bronze as he tilted his head to the side a little bit. The wind caressed his dark hair, playing with the longer strands at the top.

Something about him was so familiar. Maybe you’d seen him on the beach before? You did stay at the same hotel after all…

Not in a slightest bit confused at your lack of answer, the man smiled.

His smile held a sort of a gentle surprise in it, like a summer day in a middle of October.

It was absolutely breathtaking.

“Je suis désolée,” you finally uttered, forcing your eyes to focus on his eyes again instead of his lips. “Je ne parle pas espagnol”.

His smile grew wider, much to your surprise. Instead of getting red in the face, stammering out some random apology as you expected him to, he nodded and motioned to the chair next to you with one hand, sliding the other one across the surface of the bar.

Despite your better judgement and against your utter dislike of aimless flirting, you found herself shrugging as you accepted her second drink from the bartender.

“A whiskey on the rocks, please.”

Ah-ha. He’s from New York.

You sipped on your cocktail directly from the glass, ignoring the brand-new straw the bartender supplied you with in order to hide your smirk. As the man held two aristocratic, impossibly long fingers in the air, making his order, you took the time to study him.

He was tall, much taller than you. The plain white t-shirt that he wore betrayed the solid stomach muscles hidden under the cotton - the short sleeves strained as he gripped the back of the chair and slowly lowered himself onto it.

“Thank you,” he finally said to the bartender with a nod, gripping his glass with those downright pornographic fingers. Slightly pursuing his lips, the man turned his full attention back to you. When you arched an eyebrow at his antics, he flashed you a mischievous yet understanding look. “Ça tombe bien. Je me sens plus à l’aise en parlant français”.

That cheeky bastard.

Your first reaction was that of a sincere surprise. You were pretty sure that for a second there, your eyebrows almost reached your hairline. Upon catching the satisfied glint in these already all too familiar eyes, you wanted to feel irritated at the nerve of him, at the fact that he just happened to beat you at your own game. But you didn’t.

Biting hard on your bottom lip in order not to laugh, you took your glass and sipped, hard.

“While I’d love to know how many more languages the lady speaks, I would much rather learn her name”, he dropped nonchalantly, whirling his whiskey gently, the ice cubes cluttering against the glass.

The first comeback that crossed your mind was so filthy you couldn’t possibly go with it. The second one, however, was efficient and succinct.

“Diana, here’s a lady’s name.”

With a low chuckle, he let his head drop down for a moment. When he raised his eyes to face you again, your chest felt a little too tight and a little too fragile under his poignant stare - that of amusement, want and a clean cut awe.

His eyes had told you that this was more than a drifting attraction, that he was interested in so much more than your name…

You saw it, and for some nonsensical reason, chose to believe it.

“I don’t care about names,” there was such a determination to your voice that it surprised you. It didn’t startle him, though - he caught your every word as his eyes travelled from your fluttering eyelashes to the soft curve of your lips. “When there are so many more interesting things to talk about. Don’t you agree?”

As you turned away from him and took another sip of your drink, you heard him chuckle yet again, and saw him press a hesitant finger against his lips.

This was obviously new to him. This small treacherous gesture led you to believe that maybe he wasn’t one to pick women at bars, that, just like you, he felt that thrill of surrendering to the strange sort of attraction encircling you both.

“In fact, enough talking. Let’s focus on doing.”

What was it so special about him that made you decide? It’s not like there’s been no men before him, very much willing to break through your iron-clad facade, wanting you to take a leap of faith. Some of them had the potential to make you feel good, you were aware of that. Still, you didn’t want them.

What made him so different? A certain familiarity of his voice, his features, maybe? Or maybe you should just slow down, cut down on the alcohol, drink a glass of water and go back to your villa, alone.

The way his eyes skimmed your naked shoulders, a barely there sigh leaving his half-open lips sealed the deal.

You didn’t want to slow down.

Not with him.

“Here’s to doing then”, his Adam apple bobbed as he gulped down, his eyes darkening. He raised his glass towards you - a figurative shake of hands on the deal they just made.

“Here’s to doing”, you agreed, clinking your glass to his.

His villa was located at the outskirts of the hotel beach, backed by the rocks. It was a ten-minute walk from the bar, feet in the warm sand, the star-sprangled night sky over your heads.

Despite the silence surrounding you, save for the occasional gust of breeze carrying on the sound of music from the bar you just left, you didn’t feel awkward. A soft smile ghosted over your lips as you felt his careful touch at the small of your back - those fingers sliding down to the base of your spine, feather-like. He strode forward, adapting his pace so you could keep up - you weren’t even sure he was aware of that, the change in him so spontaneous, as if it were a force of habit. Like this wasn’t the first time you walked side by side.

You would blame it on the booze, but you drank a total of two cocktails.

He only had one whiskey before they took off.

The villa he chose to stay in was slightly more spacious than yours, and provided a lot more privacy - this told you a lot about the man you were about to sleep with. He was most certainly well off, for starters. He also came here to get his share of peace and quiet, much like yourself.

Guiding you through the doors, he turned the lights on behind you, his other hand never leaving your back.

The best way to describe the interior would be neat or crisp, with a large, perfectly made bed in the center of the space, surrounded by a bar, a hanging chair, a shuttered armoire, and a desk, that could be used both as a kitchen table and a bureau. It smelled faintly of vanilla and musk, with a sea-salt aftertaste.

“Make yourself at home”, he murmured into your ear, still standing behind you, his hand gripping your hip hard for a fleeting second. When the realization of his touch had settled in, and you were finally able to react, he was already at the bar, serving himself a whiskey.

“Would you like something to drink?”

He busied himself with the bottle for a moment; then he produced another glass from behind the bar, waiting on your answer. When you didn’t speak, he turned to face you again.

You did as you were told - kicking off your shoes, you stepped onto the soft wool rug. With your back to him, you slowly made your way to his bed. One you reached it, you couldn’t resist trailing your fingertips along its surface - the sheets were creamy and silk, smooth to the touch.

You stopped short of the head of the bed, throwing a look over your shoulder. He caught your gaze, frozen in place, wetting his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue.  

“Why don’t you choose for me?” you offered, slowly lowering yourself on the bed, crossing your legs. “What do you usually serve them?”

The way his eyes narrowed at you ever so slightly almost made you smile. It looked like you’d struck a nerve.

Good.

“I wouldn’t know how to answer that question”, he said, his voice levelled, his stare unblinking. “I’ve never had an urge like that before”.

Well, fuck.

How many more times this man was going to run counter to your expectations?

And on top of everything, damn, he was good. A quick-thinker or a natural good-talker? Would you remain clear-headed for long enough to find out?

“What else would you like to know?” his voice grew huskier as he pushed the glass away from himself. He left it at the bar as he started your way, his pupils blown to hell.

“That all I’ve been thinking about ever since I saw you at the bar is how soft your breasts would feel pressed against my chest? That I’ve been hard ever since you opened that sassy mouth of yours? Or that I would have jerked off to the memory of you for weeks if you hadn’t come here with me?”

God.

The tightness that had long since made home in your chest moved lower, lower, lower, until it sank into the pit of your stomach. At his words, involuntary, your thighs clenched together, restless energy buzzing in between your legs, your toes curling.

“Stand up”.

When your eyes focused back on your surroundings, you saw him standing a couple of steps away, his strong jaw clenching as he gazed at you, his arms folded on his chest. Breath catching in your throat, you pushed off the bed. Feeling dizzy all of the sudden, you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Don’t close your eyes. Look at me, beautiful.”

Again, you did as you were told - you met his gaze head-on, and almost instantly regretted it. He was staring down at you with those black bottomless eyes, raw emotion flowing through him, filling the air around them, charging it to the brim. His hands fell down his sides now - so tense, the veins budged on his forearms.

It’s like he was pacing himself, keeping himself from touching you.

“Take off your dress,” he requested after a moment, watching you like a hawk.

Slowly, squeezing your thighs harder, harder still, you brought your hands to the spaghetti straps on your shoulders, before pushing them off completely.

The dress landed in a heap on the floor, leaving you in nothing but lacy panties - almost utterly naked under his stare.

You heard the softest groan escape his mouth as his hand snaked across his thighs and up to that bulge in his pants. When he squeezed his hand around it, his abdominal muscles flexing as he exhaled, you felt the moisture spread down your inner thighs.

With your heart pounding in your throat, you made a step towards him with your hand stretched out. Almost immediately you heard a low strangled noise, and saw the nah shining bright in his dark eyes.

“Not yet, beautiful,” he growled, taking his t-shirt off in one elegant motion. He then undid the belt on his pants, his eyes savouring every inch of your naked skin. “Play with your tits for me. With both hands.”

Your own touch burned as you carefully squeezed your nipples with your fingers. Throwing your head back, you moaned loud, unwillingly pushing your hips forward.

“That’s it, beautiful, just like that.”

His words seemed to lift some sort of barrier, as you started to tug and pull harder at the nipples, alternating the movements with firm grasps around the swell of your breasts.

You were going to come.

You were going to come and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

“Now slide one of those hands down those panties. Rub that pretty pussy. Tell me how wet you are”.

You made peace with the fact that he was a talker - but now he had surely sat out to break her. His voice washed all over your body, sending goosebumps down your spine as you slid one of your hands under the underwear.

“I’m so fucking wet”, you gasped, staring at him. “Fucking dripping”.

His moan made your thighs tremble, your fingers slowly circling around your clit. Before you let your eyes roll to the back of your head, you saw him with one of his hands hidden in his pants, slowly jerking himself off, with slow, aborted motions.

“That’s it, caress that pussy for me. But go slow - tease it”.

You nearly growled at that. You knew you were close - there was a bundle of sensation, like a ball of electricity, building inside of you - two quick flicks of your index finger, and you’d be done for.  

“Jesus, please”, you stuttered out before you could realize you were actually begging. “I’m so fucking close, please…”

You rubbed slowly over the nerves, your fingers wet and slippery. Panting, you realized his name would have come in handy just now - if he had some sort of a praise kink, you could maybe easily get the release you yearned for.

“You are so beautiful, fucking yourself like that. Wish those were my hands. Or my mouth”.

Something flared at the very end of your clit, softly spreading all over her pussy. You moaned loud and unapologetic, your fingers moving faster as you tried to chase that sensation. You needed to grasp it, to ride it out, you fucking needed it!…

“Put a finger inside, beautiful”.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Pumping fast and hard, you could feel your knees bending, your flesh begging for release.

“Come for me. Now.”

As if by command, the orgasm finally hit you - everywhere at once. It made your entire body shake as you screamed out, pussy clenching around your fingers. You barely registered you were falling down on your knees, when strong hands caught you at your hipbones, pushing you upright.

He was on you before you could come down from your high. His mouth hot and bruising against yours, you moaned, instinctively jumping onto him and wrapping your legs around his feverish body.

His scent assaulted you - a clean, musky scent made your inside muscles clench, so you wiggled against him, wanting more.

He was so painfully hard against your core, you whimpered, pushing your hips against his, needing more friction, like an addict craving for a dose.

Sensing your need, feeling you, he grabbed your ass with his large hands and stepped onto the bed, setting you down on that same wooden headboard of the bed you’d almost stroke with your fingers.

Pushing your legs apart, he settled in between them. Before you knew it, his tongue lapped at your wetness, sliding up the length of your slit. Whimpering and moaning, you arched your back, burying your fingers in his hair, tugging hard. That made him growl, adding a slight vibration as he sucked on the bundle of nerves. He slammed his fingers - those fucking fingers - into you, and it took exactly two pumps for your second orgasm to roll over you. With your eyes squeezed shut, you moaned into the ceiling with everything you had.

Helping you slide down onto the bed with his hands guiding your hips, he gave you a piercing stare. The one that made you whimper, even though your eye-side was still fuzzy at the edges.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, before he distanced himself from you - to take off his pants.

“I’m going to fuck you now - I’ll be gentle next time, right now… Right now I just need to bury myself in that pretty pussy of yours”.

“Fuck”, you moaned, propping yourself on the elbows, closing your eyes as you threw your head back. You didn’t know if you could handle more, but Jesus, did you want it. His cock stretching you wide.

You would not have been able to tell where he took a condom from - you didn’t even have time to contemplate on it. All you registered was a slight discomfort in between your legs before his huge cock pushed inside of you, inch by glorious inch. The stretch was almost too much, and you coughed out half a breath, half a moan as you tried to adjust to his size. Whatever sound you were about to let out next, as he slid out of you and pushed back in, to the hilt this time, it got lost in between your lips, as he captured your mouth in a bruising kiss.

Your nails scratched on his ripped back as he fucked into you shallowly, your teeth biting into the skin on his neck. As if not getting enough of you, he grabbed one of your thighs, flexing it, so he could thrust deeper.

The change of the angle had you swearing under your breath, and his mouth was there to silence you again, his teeth biting down on your bottom lip.

The third orgasm snuck up on you out of nowhere - there was no gradual built, no buzzing feeling in your lower stomach - it crashed on you like a bucket full of ice, having you arching your back, clenching around his cock so fiercely, it snatched an orgasm out of him, as well.

“Fuuuuuck”, he breathed out, his hips slamming sloppily into yours. “So fucking good, fucking…”

Before he could continue, you rolled forward and put your mouth on him, swallowing his words. With his palm cupping your cheek, he deepened the kiss as his cock drained itself into the latex.

The kiss grew soft, your noses touching ever so slightly as you both slowed down, a mess of tangled limbs. Smearing his wet mouth against your nipples, he pushed up from you, sliding his cock out.

“I’d take that drink now if you don’t mind”, you told him, a lazy smile illuminating your features.

A low chuckle he let out echoed in your lower stomach.

“Sure, beautiful. How does a whiskey sound?” he offered, standing up in all his naked glory.

You hummed in approval as you leaned higher against the headboard. Biting your lip, you checked out his ass unashamedly, as he made his way to the bar, throwing the used condom into the garbage bin.

“I know there are some things that we’ve agreed on, but I’d much appreciate calling you by your name instead of beautiful when going down on you next time. What do you say?”

You heard whiskey splash against the walls of your soon-to-be glass. Your inner muscles clenched at the sight of him, naked, serving you a drink.

“It’s Y/N”, you said with a small smile.

“Billy”, he responded, making his way to you. As you reached out to take your glass of whiskey from him, he pulled his hands backwards, using your position to land his lips on yours in a stinging kiss instead. You responded hungrily, grabbing his head with both of your hands.

The night was still young, after all.

“Okay, so would you rather spent your life partying with rich assholes you barely know, still seeing your family and friends, or get stuck on a desert island with no opportunity to see anyone at all?”

You turned your head ever so slightly, feeling his muscles clench as Billy huffed out a breath.

You both laid naked on his bed, him propped against the headboard, you - with your head settled comfortably on his stomach. A half empty bottle of whiskey was getting warm against your bare thigh, both of your glasses laying empty next to it.

You had lost count of the times you came with his name a word of ecstasy on your lips. You were surely going to sport some hickeys on your neck tomorrow, but you didn’t care.

You had never felt so at ease with a man before. Granted, no man had ever managed to make you come three times in a row, but that wasn’t the point. Billy made you question your “no dating” rule, and not just because he fucked like his life depended on it. He just got you - whether it was your discomfort in big crowds, fear of subway, weird addiction to macarons or love-hate relationship with Paris. You just clicked - it was hard to believe you met mere hours ago.

Or maybe the fact that you only just met was the reason why you clicked. It certainly wouldn’t be the same in the long run. The rose-goggles period only lasted so long. When routine kicked in, it tended to crash everything in its wake.

“That’s a tough one”, he said, biting on the inside of his cheeks. “If I could invite people on my desert island, I’d definitely go with the second option.”

“Well, you can’t”, you smirked at him, and then stared back into the ceiling. “It’s either being constantly surrounded, or seeing no one at all”.

He hummed, considering the options.

“I can’t imagine being alone 24/7, even though you might have guessed already, I love being alone sometimes”, his fingers slowly caressed the soft skin under your breasts, as he voiced his thoughts out loud. “It’s funny how your mind works though”, you could hear a smile in his tone now. “With you, it’s either all or nothing.”

You thought for a moment, interlacing your fingers with his. Then you shrugged:

“Sometimes, I just want to get away, you know? See no one, speak to no one… I sometimes push people away, thinking it would do me good. But it doesn’t always have that desirable effect.”

When you stole a glance at Billy again, you saw him nod.

“I know what you mean”, he spoke quietly. “And I’m glad you didn’t push me away tonight”.

“Oh, I tried,” you assured him with a smirk. “You’re hard to shake off”, you let go of his fingers and pushed yourself up on your hands, so that your eyes were on the same level.

Billy chuckled, his lips stretching in that warm and wonderful smile.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll be hard. Again. Point blank.”

You laughed quietly, dropping your gaze, your eyes traveling down his stomach and to that massive cock between his legs.

He was getting hard again alright.  

“What time is it?” you suddenly remembered, snapping your gaze around, searching for a clock.

“Quarter to four, why would you ask?” he told you, after checking his wristwatch.

You closed her eyes.

“It’s my birthday”, you said before you blinked at him in surprise.

In between all that dirty sex and orgasms, you lost track of time and completely forgot. Were you coming when the clock struck midnight? The thought made you giggle.

“Really?” Billy stared at you in disbelief before his dark cocoa eyes softened, and his voice dropped an octave. “Come here”.

Warmth spread all over your body at his words, your core the center of the growing tingling sensation. Billy used his hot hands to pull you closer, help you settle in his lap, your legs on each side of his hips. With his left hand he reached for the bedside table, pulling out yet another condom out.

“Would you like to put it on?” He whispered against the skin behind your ear, making your pussy tense. Not trusting your voice, you nodded, taking the foil packet from his hand. Tearing it up with your teeth, you slid the latex onto his throbbing cock, pumping him a couple of times for a good mesure. The noises Billy made were downright pornographic. You licked your lips.

With both of your hands on his naked shoulders, you slowly lowered yourself all the way down onto him, the sensation making you both moan this time.

“Just like that, beautiful”, he whispered softly in your ear, thrusting up into you.

You rode him slowly, arching your back, leveraging yourself on his shoulders. The position was so damn intense, and not only because that way Billy could thrust deeper, up to his balls. There was a strange sort of intimacy as he gripped your hips, helping you bounce slowly on his rock-hard cock - his cocoa eyes held a sort of intensity as he fucked into you. It made your heart ache.

“I fucking can’t get enough of you”, he confessed hoarsely. “Of that tight, wet, perfect pussy. Of your beautiful, smart mouth. All of you. Every fucking inch of you.”

His revelation combined with his soft, yet methodic thrusts was what toppled you over the edge. You came hard, your body protesting against all those orgasms Billy’s cock had already wrestled out of it. Speaking of him, he wasn’t too far behind either, gripping your hips and holding you down as he came.

His lips seemed to hold some kind of a promise as he kissed you gently.

“Happy Birthday, beautiful”, he whispered against your lips, his hot and ragged breath fanning over your skin.

You managed a tired smile, surging up to kiss him again, relishing the feeling of him inside of you still….

Surprisingly, New York welcomed you back with cloudless sky. It was still as busy as you remembered it, but something had changed. People seemed friendlier, streets - sunnier, summer - hotter. You caught yourself enjoying the city again now that you had come back well-rested from your week-long vacation.

Well-rested might have been a wrong word for it. More like satisfied. And taken care of.

After that night, you spent the two remaining days of her getaway at Billy’s villa - no strings attached. You two barely left the place. Never had you enjoyed a man’s company this much. You cooked together, swam together, made love together… Until it was over and done, and you had to go back to the real life again, tiptoeing on your way out so he wouldn’t wake up.

You stopped cold for a moment, a plat of appetisers freezing in your hands.

Did you just think made love? Well that was a slip of epic proportions…

“Daydreaming about your boy-toy again?” Karen teased her with a smirk, walking into the kitchen. “He must have been quite something”.

Oh that, he was. You couldn’t help but sigh as you put the plate on the table.

How many people Karen was expecting for the dinner exactly? It looked like Frank and her had cooked enough for the entire goddamn naval infantry.

“It’s been a week,” you said, shaking your head as if trying to make the thoughts about him fall out. “I guess I need some time to turn that page”.

“Who said that page needs turning?” Karen reasoned, putting two bottles of champagne on the table. “Didn’t you say he was from New York? You could keep on seeing each other?”

You didn’t even take a moment to think it over.

“Nah,” you shook your head, tugging at your silk top. “We didn’t talk much about our respective jobs, but he made it obvious he travels a lot, so…”

Catching Karen’s sceptic stare, you threw both of your hands into the air, waving them.

“I’ll see him when I’ll see him, and if I don’t…” you shrugged. “Guess it wasn’t meant to be then”.

You turned to face Karen again only to find out that her expression hadn’t changed.

“Uh huh,” the noise she made was her other way of saying bullshit. “Well, you do what you gotta do, but please play nice with Russo. I swear he is a perfect guy for you”.

You let out a chuckle.

“You know, I heard it so many times I’m actually starting to believe it”, you said.

As if on cue, you heard men’s voices in the corridor.

“So how was your getaway, then?” Frank asked casually, stepping first into the kitchen. “Wow, that looks amazing, ladies,” he commented on the table, winking at Karen.

Page blushed in response, making you roll your eyes.

You was about to make a side comment to your best friend, when your mind suddenly went blank upon hearing the stranger’s voice.

“It was great, perfect actually…”

A designer-shoes-clad foot appeared in the room.

“I just feel like I left a part of me there, I’m going to need some time to rea…”

…djust, your mind supplied as you stared at Billy, her Billy, standing across the room from you - fully dressed this time.

“Oh my God,” you barely whispered, your eyes big in your face, your chest feeling like it was going to collapse on itself.

Billy’s lips slowly parted in the widest smile you’d ever seen - he just stood there, like a man on whom the greatest happiness had been bestowed, and it rendered him speechless.

Karen looked at them both in confusion, until…

Until realisation dawned on her, and she chortled, squeezing her eyes shut and covering her mouth.

“What’s… What’s going on?” Frank frowned, looking back and forth between Billy and you. “You guys know each other?”

“Hell yeah,” Billy finally spoke, his eyes never quitting yours as he closed the distance between you in four decisive strides.

Before you could even speak, he gripped your cheeks and dropped his lips on yours, as hot and burning as the sun back in Mallorca.

You moaned like you didn’t have a care in the world, pushing onto your toes, throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“I missed you, beautiful”, Billy uttered between the kisses, his forehead pressed to yours. “You ain’t getting away so easily this time”.

You let out a soft laugh, inhaling his scent, and moved to kiss his lips again. 

[simpsiren]

coffee or me?

na jaemin x reader

description: you thought your life was getting boring when all you did was worked as a barista at your father’s coffee shop, that is until you met the med student na jaemin who keeps ordering an unhealthy amount of coffee everyday.

genre: barista!fem reader, med student! jaemin FLUFF!!

warnings: none

word count: 5,105

a/n: so i saw this post on instagram by @/pandawithnojams and decided to write a fanfic on jaemin hehe enjoy :D

your life was a little different from others. instead of further studying your interest, which was architecture after high school, your father immediately asks you to work at his 24 hour coffee shop, Anders, just beside a college. to make you feel worse, the college that was beside Anders was one of the colleges you thought of attending before being told to work.

althought you were not too happy with your father’s decision, you accepted it willingly. your father is the only family member you have left after your mother passed away 3 years ago and you wanted to help your father as much as possible so as to lighten his burden of taking care of himself and you.

“help me clear the tables, princess!” your father shouted from the back of the shop as you moved out of the counter to clear the empty cups on the tables. to be honest, you were starting to like working with your father. you worked as a cashier while you father would be at the back making the drinks, well that is during the day shifts. your father had the idea of you taking on the night shift as well so that you can practice making drinks while not getting stressed over the huge flow of orders that the shop would usually get during the day. you agreed to the idea as you thought of how your father would be able to rest during the night so that he would get plenty of rest for his aging body.

you shook your head with a soft smile as heard your father calling you princess. you were embarrassed that your father kept calling you that but you started finding it cute and you felt the care in his voice everytime he calls you that.

it was 7pm and your father was getting ready to get off his shift before you start your night shift at 7:30. you rushed to your father at the back with the stack of cups in your arms, being cautious of not dropping them. “let me help you clean up.” you said as you saw your father packing up his things. “i can do this myself, please. you dont have to worry.”

you placed the cups in the large sunk and walked over to your father and jerked his side with your elbow. “make sure you rest once you get home alright?” you started to pick up his items on the table, snatching your father’s bag from his hands and putting the items in. you felt his hand resting on your head. you looked up to see his wide and happy grin. “thank you for helping me, elizebeth.” he grabbed you by your shoulders to turn your body to face his before landing a loving kiss on your forehead. you smiled and hugged him tightly. you and your father stayed there away, fully embracing each other’s love. you pulled away shortly after, handing him his bag. he waved you goodbye one last time and you see him off.

you took your phone out of your pocket and one quick look at it and it told you that it was 7:45. you heard the bell on top of the door ringing and immediately went out from the back to attend to the customers.

you have been working till 3am now. it became less and less busy as time went on and you now only had two customers in the shop who were chilling and doing their own thing. fortunately, it finally gave you time to take a break. you pulled a wooden stool beside you and took a seat. you stretched your arms up, interlocking your fingers while doing so and stretching your back in the process, letting out a soft groan. you sighed as you let your arms fall onto your lap and slouched your body.

you leaned forward and rested your head on the palm of your hand, with your elbow on the counter. without you realising, you have drifted off to sleep. well, it was only a short nap. you were able to get some shut eye for about 20 minutes when you heard the ringing of the bell once more. you fluttered your eyes open and turned your attention from the counter top to the door, your eyes were only half open as you watch a figure walking towards the counter.

you heard the footsteps of the person coming closer and finally stopped. “what may i get you?” you asked in a lazy tone, not even bothering to sound like a happy and cheerful cashier at this point as you were not fully awake. you looked at the person standing across the counter, who was looking up at the menu board above the counter. he had round glasses and beautiful blonde hair that was very messy and edgy. a stack of papers were in his arms along with a laptop below it. he wore a large brown cardigan with a white turtle neck, and he looked about your age. with all the observations you made, it was no doubt that the guy was a collage student, and you guessed that he was from the collage nearby.

“can i please get a venti size iced black coffee with 4 shots of espresso? dont add the water, just ice.” his voice sounded as if he was sleepy or exhausted. you clicked your tongue and batted your eyes as you keyed in the order into the machine. you glazed your eyes over the order and sat up straight, tilting your head up to properly look at the man. “woah are you sure that is safe? its going to be very strong.” you warned the person. you have never known anyone who would order something this strong and intense of a coffee ever.

“its fine. i can handle it.” you told him the price and waited for him to give you the money. you placed the money you were given into the cash register and as you were about to give him the change and receipt, he snatches the receipt out of your hand. “keep the change.” with that, he walked away. you raised an eyebrow at him in awe and shrugged, watching him take a seat near the window and placing his stack of papers and laptop on the table.

you took one deep breathe before standing up and going to the back to get his drink ready. it didn’t take you long to make the drink since you were practically an expert in making black coffee, and since he didn’t ask for anything more, you were able to whip it up in a matter of 4 minutes. you poured the drink into a cup along with settling it on top of a small plate before walking out to serve it to him.

you went out and as you were walking towards the table the man was at, you gaped your mouth with shock and tried your best not to spill his drink. the table was scattered and covered with tons of papers and his laptop was placed in front of him, with his fingers typing away from the keyboard. you gulped as you reached there. “your drink.” you said, trying to sound polite as you waited for him to take the drink. you would have placed it down for him but you did not see the slightest bit of space that was not covered with papers. “oh sorry about the mess” he said in a quirky tone.

it took him awhile to realise you were standing there before he reacted though. you eyes were glued to his fingers for that short moment since you were impressed by how fast his typing was. he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and ruffled his hair before quickly running his arm over the table to push some of the papers aside. you placed the cup on the table and said a soft “enjoy your drink.” before going back to take your seat behind the counter.

you went back to the same position you were before, but this time, you were awake and wasnt able to sleep. you looked around the shop and realised that there were cups lying around due to the two customers who were in just now. you didn’t even realise they left you were that tired. you whined to yourself, realising that you have to get back up again to do work just when you took your seat.

you gathered up the strength you have left to stand up once more to clean up the tables. as you were picking up the cup and wiping the table clean with the cloth that was slung over your shoulder, you looked over at the one customer who was still here.

he was writing something on what looks like a worksheet, or perhaps notes. you couldn’t exactly decipher what major he was in based on the sheets of paper laying around the table. you were impressed that he could even fit that many stuff on a small table. he ruffled his hair and scratched his head, tugging on his turtle neck as he stretched his neck from left to right.

it made you chuckle softly in amusement. college really does seem stressful, but maybe he took a major that was difficult. from what your friends told you who did went to college unlike you, there are some majors that are more tiring and energy draining than others.

once you were done cleaning up the tables, you went to the back to clean all the excess dishes that was in the sink, which piled up to quite a height. after awhile, you were finally done with cleaning the dishes and you smiled softly as you thought of how you could finally rest, not entirely but it was still something.

you went back out to take a seat behind the counter and as you were about to close your eyes, you felt the presence of someone standing in front of you. you sighed and looked up to see who it was. “its you again?” you yawned as you took your phone out to check the time. 4am?! and he’s still here? “can i get the same thing i ordered just now?” you furrowed your eyebrows and rubbed your temples. “could’ve told me that before i cleaned all the dishes..” you murmured under your breathe, unaware that he was completely able to hear what you said since it was just you and him in the huge coffee shop.

“im sorry if its troubling you then its fine. although its a 24 hour coffee shop, to which there should always be somebody working.” you heard him say in a sleepy voice, you took this chance to look at his face once more, he looked cute to your surprise. you thought about all the guys that your friends met during college, partying in their dorms and shit. you wished you could experience that. although it sounds depressing, you were living a peaceful content life, not the stressful one that you see his customer experiencing. “um hello?” he asked as you shake your mind out of your thoughts and to reality, realising that you were probably staring at his face like a weird.

“shit sorry sorry ill get your drink ready.” as you were walking to the back, you turned around to see if he was still there, since you completely forgot about asking him to pay. instead, you saw him walking back to the table. you looked down to the counter and saw that there was money on it. you shrugged, assuming that he allowed you the keep the change just like his previous order.

you got his drink ready and went to his table. you saw him laying his head on the keyboard of his laptop, which his arms covering his face completely. you tilted your head as you thought about what to do. should you wake him up? just the drink on the table. you weren’t exactly sure. you let out a soft ‘uh’ as you reached out a finger to poke his shoulder to get him to wake up. “excuse me? your drink is here” you leaned forward slightly and whispered.

you watch the guy lifting his head up and licking his lips, taking off his glasses and wiping his eyes. he looked at his surroundings before looking up to see you with his drink in hand. he didn’t say anything to you and just took the cup out of the hand. you scoffed and went back to the back of the counter. you played with your phone for awhile, realising it was getting pretty late and yet you see the same person typing away on his laptop and resumed working diligently. you let out a sigh and waited for him to get out the shop.

it was about 5am when you finally see him packing up his things, stacking the pieces of paper and laptop, along with packing his stationery into his white tote bag. he doesn’t look back and went straight to the exit, opening the door and left in the blink of an eye. you took this time to shut your eyes just until your father came and resumed working just like any other day.

a few days have passed now and you realised that it was the same guy who keeps coming in during your night shift to do his work till 5am. and everyday, he would order the same thing. tonight was no different.

“black coff-“

“black coffee with 4 shots of espresso. i know.” you simply said. “and you can pay me once i add your order of the same thing later when you get out.”

you wouldn’t consider him a regular customer but since he has only been coming in for a few days, but you felt that it would be easier if you just remembered his drink, to make it easy on the both of you. so, you head to the back to whip up the drink that you have already memorised and have it embedded into your mind.

you got out with the drink in hand, walking over to the same table that he always sat at everyday. “dont you think i should know your name if your going to be coming in here everyday?” you realised that he made an empty spot that wasnt covered with papers on the table, placing the cup down and folding your arms with your weight placed on your right leg.

“its jaemin.. na jaemin.” he gazes his eyes up to you while taking the cup of coffee and taking a sip, maintaining eye contact with you. you hummed and nodded your head. “well im elizebeth. elizebeth riza.” the man who you now know as jaemin nodded his head in response. he twirled his pen around his fingers before placing it down. jaemin ran his hand through his hair before resting his chin on top of his fingers interlocked together, with his elbows on the table. “im majoring in the medical field. if that’s what you’re wondering.” he said, gesturing his head to the papers scattered on the table. you looked at the papers, leaning in to get a closer look, and indeed, it was all related to the medical industry, which was not in your interest at all.

“i also go to the college just next beside the shop, if that’s also what your wondering.” jaemin emphasised on the ‘also’.

“you’re so... observant.” you looked out to the window behind jaemin. you saw the college being dimly light. you looked back down, only to see jaemin tilting his head down and writing something on his paper. “i need to be. its a requirement for my major afterall.” jaemin shrugged as he responded to you, not looking up at all. instead of walking back to your chair behind the counter, you took a seat in front of jaemin. the action made jaemin look up at you with a raised brow, clearly in confusion. “why are you sitting here?” jaemin mumbled as he pushed his round glasses up his nose and typed something into his laptop.

“well i dont really have to work. since you’re the only customer here at this hour.” you simply replied, slouching into the chair as you folded on leg over the other. “wont youre boss be mad or something?” he asked as he scratched the back of his head with his pen. you shrugged and chuckled softly, folding your arms. “my father doesnt mind.” jaemin nodded his head slowly as he was able to catch up quick to know that your father is your boss. “anyways im guessing you’re going to be a regular customer here since you’ve been coming for a few days now and i always take the liberty to know the regular customers of the shop.” you stated

that fact was wrong, clearly. you wanted to get to know him just so maybe you could get someone he knows form the college who majors in architecture to teach you about it. well, it may be because he was cute too, but you focus more on the other objective. despite what you just said, jaemin doesn’t respond. he continued working with full concentration. you hummed as you watch him work, wondering if you should even continue talking to him. you continued watching him work, occasionally scrolling through your phone and looking at the door once in awhile to check if any customers came.

you heard him took a sip of his drink and wrote something down. “your coffee tastes good by the way.” he complimented, again not looking up at you. although it didnt really sound like a compliment since his voice was very monotone and lazy, probably from the tiredness of working. “i used to go to another 24 hour coffee shop that wasnt so popular, but it closed down. so i headed here instead.” you put your phone faced down on the table and looked up to face him. this time however, his eyes were off his work and glued to you. you bit your lip and nodded your head. “that’s nice to hear. but why cant you work in your dorm or at the campus somewhere?” you were curious as to why he would want to come to a place like this rather than having an actually learning facility to do his work at.”

“my roommate always has someone over at my dorm so i cant really concentrate. its just something about coffee shops, you know? like the smell of the place helps to keep me awake, and the coffee of course.” he looked out to the window, admiring the night sky and the dimly lighted city. you did the same as well, but you also admired the person in front of you. he really was good looking and you couldn’t help but stare at his perfect features. “you really do have the same mindset as my father.” you whispered, peering over to the cup to see that it was empty. jaemin saw your. eyes and coughed lightly to get your attention. “can i get another cup?” he asked. you could tell he was draining of exhaustion and looked like he was trying his best to stay awake by breathing in the smell of coffee that was all over the place.

“sure. but im added only 2 shots of espresso thid time. you know its very dangerous for you to be drinking that strong of a coffee. more than 1 cup even. aren’t you a medical student? shouldnt you know this is bad?” you pushed the chair back and stood up, walking over to his side to take the cup. “i used to drink 6 cups a day when i went to the previous coffee shop. dont underestimate my tolerance.” you gaped your mouth in shock. “6 cups?! who the hell is that psychotic to pump that much coffee into their blood!” you furrowed your eyebrows as you looked down at jaemin, who seemed calm and had an innocent looking face despite your reaction. “medical students, dear.” jaemin said sarcastically in a sing song tone, you saw him rolled his eyes as well. you let out a soft ‘tch’ and left to do his drink.

“as promised. 2 shots of- jaemin?” you weren’t surprised to see him falling asleep in the shop once more. you stood beside him, realising that you see a post it note on his now black screened laptop that. you leaned forward, now getting closer to jaemin so as to read the note. dont wake me up. thanks.

you tilted your head and raised an eyebrow. dont wake him up? is he going to sleep here till dawn? why cant he just sleep at his dorm? you scratched your head as you think of what to do. you never had someone sleep overnight at the shop before. you know its open 24 hour but does it mean that you allow people to full on sleep here? you checked the time on your phone and realised that your father should be here any minute now. you shrugged and walked to sit behind the counter, thinking that you can just ask him once he’s here.

you waited for awhile till you see your father coming through the door. you immediately stood up and waited for your father to go to the counter to greet you. “morning, princess!” you father greeted with a smile and walked to the back. you greeted and followed your father. “father im not sure if its allowed but one of the customers who came to the shop at night id currently sleeping.” you said in an unquestionable tone. your father stopped walking and turns around to face you. “i would allow it if there arent many customers so if its gets crowded just wake him up alright?” your father replied to you with a soft smile. he’s always kind, and maybe too kind, but that’s what you love about your father. you gave a quick smile and rushed to the front when you heard customers starting to flow in since it was morning.

it was 9am and your father allowed you to take a break for awhile. you took this chance to sit in front on jaemin, who still had his head resting on his arms and his hoodie over his head. he looked like he was wrapped in a cocoon or something. you giggled softly. you picked up one of his pens that you saw scattered around and took off his hood and poking his hair with the pen.

you hear a soft groan as jaemin lifts his head up, yawning as his eyes fluttered open to look at you. “what time is it?” you blinked when you heard his voice. you keep seeing on the internet about how guys’ “morning voices” sound hot and wow did you experience it the first time when you heard jaemin, not gonna lie, he sounded hot. “uh its 9am. i think you should just sleep at your dorm.” you answered, trying to keep your cool. jaemin sat up straight and ran his hand through his blonde hair a few time before looking at you. “alright. thanks, for letting me sleep here.” he stood up and looked around. the both of you realising that there were a lot of customers. he quickly stood up to gather his things. bit by bit, you helped him stack up his papers and such.

“will i see you again tonight?” you asked as you handed him the stack of papers. he pushes his glasses and smiled softly. “sure.” was all he said before he walked past you and headed out the door.

weeks turn into months of jaemin coming to Anders and you began talking to him more. slowly but surely, you were getting pretty close to him and you felt like close friends. you would occasionally go out to dinner with him when he wants to take a break from work. by dinner you meant a random 24 hour food restaurant. it didn’t have to be all that fancy since every time you spend with jaemin, he was able to fill your time with smiles and laughs. you got to know him a lot more and well, the friendship just blossomed between you two.

“guess what?! its our 1 year friendship anniversary!” you shouted as you twirled your way to jaemin who seemed stress with his work. you frowned as you took a seat in front of him. “hey you good?” you questioned him with concern in your tone. “i have an exam next week. just a lil stress.” jeamin knocked his pen against his head a few times before writing something down. “anything i can help with? this is the most stressed ive seen you, its worrying me.” you leaned forward, pushing aside the laptop to see his face. jaemin looked up to you, pouting cutely. “6 cups of coffee?” you giggled as you stood up walking over to him and running your hand through his hair before flicking his forehead with your middle finger. “in your dreams, jae. im making you regular black coffee.” jaemin whined. you raised an eyebrow and gave him a disgusted look. “dont look at me like that. regular black coffee, just a lil bit strong alright?” jaemin nodded in approval. you smiled at him and made his drink.

you placed the coffee down on the table and sat down across jaemin. you yawned as you placed your chin on the table and watched jaemin drink his coffee. “how the fuck can you stay up everyday to do work? i can never.” you closed your eyes for a moment. “its what i need to do, love.” you always thought that the nicknames jaemin called you like ‘love’ or ‘dear’ felt as though the two of you were in a relationship but you tried to only think of it in a friendly manner.

“yeah well im gonna take a nap. if any customer comes in just wake me up alright?” jaemin hums and watches you fall asleep. he admired your sleeping state for awhile, feeling his heart flutter for a moment before resuming with his work. after about 30 minutes, jaemin sighed in satisfaction. at least he was able to complete almost half of his work. he realised that you were still sleeping. jaemin smiled gently and reaches his hand out to pat your head, running his hand over your head a few times. he rested his chin on his free hand, admiring you once more.

“jae?” jaemin jerked back a little when he saw your opened your eyes, gazing up at him. blood rushed to his cheeks. he felt his face getting hot, out of nervousness he chuckled sheepishly. “your hair felt soft.” he blurted out. you laughed as you sat up straight and rubbed your eyes. “sure it is, jae. yours is way softer.” you rolled your eyes and glanced at the table before making eye contact with jaemin. “are you done with your work?” you leaned forward a little. “hm? i can take a break.” jaemin said as he yawned while covering his mouth.

“hey el? come here for a sec.” you raised your eyebrow in suspicion, blinking at him a few times before standing up and walking over to his side of the table. you stood there, looking down at him for at least 30 seconds. “jae what do you wa-“

you let out a soft gasp when jaemin grabbed you by your waist, making you fall down onto him, your body pressed against his. you lay your hands on his shoulders as you widened your eyes at him. “i never got to tell you this. maybe its my tiredness, or maybe i cant hold it in anymore...” your body froze when he places his head on your neck, feeling his breathe against your skin as you shivered at his touch. you felt his hand that wasnt around your waist slowly creeping up to your chin, holding it gently as he guides your face to meet his.

“but i like you, so much, for so long.” you slowly but surely placed yourself on top of jaemin, sitting on his lap with your hand remaining still on his shoulders. “jae..” you whispered, intentionally going close to his ear. his head moves away from your neck and up to face you. “you think i didnt know that?” you giggled softly as your hands slide down from his shoulder to his chest, making him flinch slightly. “all the times we hung out and spent time together, all the cuddles and shit. it’s very obvious we like each other, jae. i was just waiting for you to make a move.” your murmured.

“shall i make a move now then?” you see the side of jaemin’s mouth curving up slightly. you tilted your head and batted your eyelashes at him teasingly. “technically you already did by pulling me to you but another move wouldn’t hurt.” you teased and waited for a moment. jaemin leaned his face close to yours, his grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you in closer. he looked at your eyes before looking down to your lips. you didn’t move an inch, but you were

so nervous. it was nerve wrecking. you’ve cuddled with jaemin plenty of times as friends, physical touch wasnt new in your friendship. but this, this felt so different. it was intense.

jaemin slowly connected his lips with yours. he brings his hand up to the back on your head and through your hair. you kissed his back slowly as you closed your eyes in satisfaction. feeling his soft lips on yours. although you thought that he wouldn’t be comfortable with kissing you since your lips were pretty chapped, you felt that the way his kisses you was gentle and filled with love.

you made out with him for awhile. his hands roaming around your back while you wrapped your arms around his neck and through his hair. the two of you pulled away at the same time, a string of saliva appeared as you two gasped for air.

“can i have coffee?” jaemin breathed out. you made a thinking face to tease him as you watch him pouting cutely. “coffee or me, na jaemin?” you laughed and swiped all your hair to the front. “you make me choose? how rude.” immediately jaemin pulled you in for another long kiss.

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Guns and Roses (Pt. 3) | John Wick x Reader

Part 2

SYPNOSIS: Days passed with John's constant visit to Y/N's flower shop café, he never knew how much he really wanted her until he realizes that he's not the only one who has his eyes on her.

THEME: Non-con. Dubcon. Obsession. Dark!John x Innocent/Naive!Reader. Abduction. Lots of smut. Don't read if any of these make you uncomfortable. 18+ readers ONLY.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions of violence.

When Helen was still alive, John found out how jealous he can get. The first time he felt the feeling of jealousy, he found it so corrosive. It was as if it's eating you whole and the mere thought of losing the one you love to some other bastard, makes him see him see red. After that day, John vowed to himself to never let that feeling make its way into his system again. But it was quite difficult because Helen is a gorgeous woman. A lot of men would want her, of course. But John, he managed to control his jealousy.

Because he knew that Helen would never look at another man the way she looked at John.

Today is different though. Way different. Because John never knew how truly possessive he was until he met Y/N. He tried to reason with himself. That he had no right to feel this way especially since he just met the girl. But no, it just wouldn't go away. The way she smiles at other men and look at them with her pretty bright eyes, it drove John crazy. Because that's how she looked at him. Or maybe... that's how she looks at everyone?

Maybe the brightness she showed for John was just the same one that she showed to others? Is that the kind of girl she is? No. No, that can't be. John was special. He always visits her. He's consistent. He would always take the time to get to know her even if the answers to his questions he already knew. He would always help her out whenever he can. But these men? They never took the initiative. They never took the time to get to know her like he did.

So John was special. He had to be special.

Of course, he already knew that she knew that. It was only a matter of time when she'll realize that all of what John is doing is for her own good. John liked to think that he was the best thing to ever happen to her life. Before him, her life seemed so dull and dangerous. It's not safe for a girl to roam around the streets at night especially a girl as pretty as Y/N.

So maybe it wasn't such a bad idea for John to follow her to her home, right? He just wanted to make sure she was safe after all. No harm in that.

If only Y/N knew how much John really cared for her. If only she knew how unsafe she really was in public. There are a lot of bad people out in the streets and John knew that. Most of the time, he passed by them. Some of them even order flowers and pastries at Y/N's shop.

John knew better. Of course, he did. He's in a business where he works with cruel people all the time. And the last thing he wants for Y/N is to be in danger. He knew all of that. But the other guy over there? Not so much.

Three days ago, John came in and saw Dave, one of Y/N's newly regular customers. At first, he never really thought much about the kid. But now that his visits are as frequent as John's, the assassin's patience is running thin. He would notice how the guy looks at her and would hear his attempts at flirting but John was pretty sure Y/N was oblivious to all that and would only reply politely at him.

The assassin couldn't help but scoff at Dave's sulking reaction whenever he got turned down and he was pretty fucking sure the guy already despised John. If he could read his mind, he was pretty sure Dave was already cursing him in his head.

The look in his eyes says it all. John could perfectly see the frustration and a hint of embarrassment in there. He was aware of the silent rivalry going on between the two of them and neither of them wanted to back out. But if there was anything that John had in common with Dave, it was the fact that he was also dangerous. But unlike John, Dave was also a bit of a coward and the assassin could perfectly sense it.

Because even if he wanted to give John a piece of his mind, Dave was obviously afraid of the older man.

And John couldn't really blame him.

Dave had a reason for fearing him after all.

"Good morning, John. The usual?" Her voice rang out, cutting off John's train of thoughts.

"Yes, darling." John smiled and couldn't help but notice the faint blush creeping up on Y/N's cheek. It was small hints like this that made John think that he could have a chance with the sweet girl in front of him.

He had also began to openly call her endearing nicknames. He was quite thankful that Y/N would let it slide and since she never really said anything about it, John figured it was perfectly fine to do so.

"Here you go, John. I added some extra shots of espresso in there, I thought you could use it." Y/N said sheepishly and silently pointed out the bags around John's eyes.

John let out a chuckle and took a careful sip of his drink. He took it upon himself to pick up the tray with a plate of Y/N's pancakes and sat down on his usual seat near the counter. It was only 7 AM and John was the first customer to come in. He always made it a point to come in first just so he could chat with Y/N a bit before she had gotten busy with her other customers.

"Oh, I never really asked you. How did your date with Dave go? Didn't he ask you out the other day?" John asked casually. He took note on how Y/N's expression changed and he grabbed the opportunity to have a taste on the pancakes that she had made.

"Well, to be honest it went okay. But I haven't really heard from him ever since he dropped me off." Y/N answered solemnly to which John hummed in response and turned his head to look at her while she was busy tending to her flowers.

"Did you try and call him? Text him maybe?"

"Trust me, John, I already did all those but I got no reply." Y/N paused and turned around to look at John while she fiddled with her fingers, hesitation written all over her face, "Do you think maybe he realized how boring I was?"

John's eyes widened at her question and it made his blood boil almost instantly. It angered him that she could even think of such things about herself. Boring? Fuck, she was nowhere near boring, that's bullshit!

The older man took a deep breath and gathered his composure before he forced a soft smile on his face and shook his head.

"Sweetheart, you're nowhere near boring. If anything, I think you're one of the most interesting women I ever met." There it was again. That blush.

Y/N looked down at her feet and giggled nervously and John smiled softly at how cute she looked whenever she's flustered. She was a shy girl, John took note of that. He noticed how she would avoid his gaze whenever he complimented her or did something that was considered sweet. And everytime he saw her reaction, she only got more and more adorable.

"Anyways." She cleared her throat and nodded her head over at him, "You seemed so worn out, what have you been doing last night?"

"Nothing too big. Just had a lot of work to do." John said dismissively as he continued to eat his food and washed it down with the black coffee he was drinking. Every food that was made by Y/N tasted good to him.

Y/N hummed in response and tilted her head to the side when she noticed hiw dirty John's nails were. And it wasn't the kind where e wasn't taking good care of them. It was the kind where it looked as if he really had gone down and dirty with them.

"Are you a mechanic?" She would ask curiously as she walked back to the counter and began to wrote stuff down on her notepad, probably a checklist of some sort. John also took note of how organized Y/N was.

"You could say that. I also book bind. Why?"

"Nothing much. Just figured your line of work must be a bit messy considering how dirty your hands are." Y/N let out a giggle and nodded her head towards his hand and John looked down to see that they really were dirty.

"Oh uh, yeah. I guess this isn't really a good look, is it?" He chuckled and proceeded to put his hands down on his lap. Thankfully, he was already done eating.

"Well, it's not a good thing to eat food while your hands are dirty." Y/N grabbed some tissues and walked over to John's table where she stood in front of him.

John looked up at her in awe as she looked down at him with a soft smile on her face.

"May I?" John didn't think twice to lift his hands up and placed them onto Y/N smaller, softer ones.

"A man should always take care of himself. That's what my Dad always said." Y/N murmured quietly as she focused on cleaning John's hands and taking the dirt out of his nails, "What would your date say if she saw how dirty your hands are?"

John let out a laugh and wasn't at all offended by what she said since he knew she was only joking. He should be embarrassed that his hands were dirty. It probably looked disgusting and unsanitary. But this was the first time he had gotten them this dirty. Work was... heavier than usual after all.

"I think she shouldn't be cleaning my hands if they're so dirty." John saw how Y/N froze on her spot as her eyes met his. He smirked at sight of the familiar pink hue on her soft cheeks and he wanted nothing more but to press his lips against them.

"John, I-"

"Excuse me, Miss. Is Y/N Y/L/N here by any chance?" John tilted his head to the side just as Y/N turned around to see two police officers standing behind her.

"Uhm, yes, this is she? Is there something wrong, officer?" Y/N put the tissue down on the table and John could sense her unease at the presence of the two uniformed bastards in front of them.

"Good morning, Ma'am. I'm Officer Wilson and this is officer Callaway. We just need to ask you some questions so if it's okay with you, can we step outside and talk?" Y/N looked back at John who smiled gently at her and gave her a nod before he leaned back against his seat and took one big gulp of his coffee.

"I'll be right back." She whispered and proceeded to step outside of the shop with the two officers following behind.

"What seems to be the problem here?" Y/N asked the moment they were out in the clear and she saw how Officer Callaway let out a deep sigh and pulled out a picture from the folder he was holding.

"Do you know him, Miss Y/L/N?" Y/N's eyes widened in response as she grabbed the photo with shaking hands.

"Yes. I was on a date with him the other night, David Hernandez. What's wrong, did something happen to him?"

"I'm afraid he's gone missing, Ma'am. And according to what we've recently gathered, you were the last person he was with the night he disappeared."

"He... he dropped me off after our date and ever since then, I haven't heard from him. I even dropped calls on his cell and texts and even left a voicemail on his answering machine but there was nothing. I thought maybe he ghosted on me but I never knew he went missing."

"Not to worry, Miss. We're currently taking care of the case and doing everything we can to find him. We'll be contacting you if we find anything on the matter. Thank you for taking the time to talk to us." Officer Wilson smiled at her reassuringly and soon got into the car with his partner.

Y/N stood frozen on her spot and watched as the car disappeared from her sight. It took her a good few minutes to finally gather her composure and walk right back inside the shop where she expected John to be waiting for her but there was none.

Instead, there was money left on the table along with a napkin that had a written note on it.

I'm sorry if I couldn't wait. Had to go and take care of something at work. Be safe, sweet girl.

-John x

Y/N crumpled the napkin up and stuffed it in the pocket of her jeams before taking the money and putting it in the register and some on the tip jar since she knew John would always leave a tip for her.

But her mind was spiraling from the turn of events that just occured.

Dave was missing for four fucking days now and there was still no trace of him that was left.

Where was he? Y/N thought.

Meanwhile, John parked his car in the garage and grabbed his duffle bag from the trunk where a familiar silver watch was placed safely inside.

The assassin scoffed and tossed the watch on the coffee table inside the living room before he proceeded to make his way upstairs and take a much needed shower. The events of last night was too tiring and stressful to even think about. Thankfully, he's finally able to scrub himself clean.

He was never fond of having blood and dirt on him after a gruesome kill.

That wasn't his problem though.

If only Dave had behaved and didn't put up a fight. Maybe the deed was done much faster than John would've intended.

But oh, well. It was done either way.

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So tumblr ate the ask of course, but @multi-fandom-remy (I hope this was you that requested this my memory is not good and if it wasnt I'm sorry) sent a fic request where Janus has alexithymia and Remy falls for him regardless. Gonna just post it this way, suck it hell site!

I had to do some research for this as I dont know anyone who has this and I dont personally experience it. I tried to write it as accurately and respectfully as possible but please let me know if you feel I wrote it wrong or in a way that's offensive.

Three Times Janus Didn't Understand and The One Time Remy Did

Summary: Janus has alexithymia and doesnt understand what hes falling for; Remy is perfectly content to teach him.

Warnings: none really. Just not understanding ones own emotions. Ts spoilers if you havent watched the most recent Sanders Sides episode

Ship: Remy (sleep) x Janus (Deciet)

WC: 1, 505

Remy's head snapped up as the bell above the door chimed loudly, letting in a rather peculiar character. Dressed in black save for bright yellow gloves, their long trench coat swept around their ankles as they turned to make sure the door was shut. Truly curious now, Remy leaned forward eagerly, excitement thankfully hidden by his dark sunglasses.

The glasses did little to hide his reddening cheeks however as the newcomer swept off his hat and turned fully to face the cashier.

Oh. Remy leaned forward casually trying to hide the flood of oh-I-am-most-definitely-gay panic rising up through his chest. Sharp eyes breifly met his before darting back down as they made their ways towards the counter. Thanking every god that could possibly be real that the shop was empty at this time of day, he smiled easily as they came to a stop in front of the counter.

"Morning coffee. What babe will it be?"

The stranger snapped their head up in confusion, giving Remy only a split second to retain that their eyes were very pretty, one a pale brown and the other almost gold before his brain caught up with what his mouth had just uttered. Red cheeks reddening even further he closed his eyes and mentally slapped himself over the head with an industrial bag of coffee grounds.

Opening his eyes once again, he chuckled. "You'll find me dont discriminate here. We got flat white, Irish cream, long black." He cupped his cheek and smirked. "Or maybe you're the shy, straight vanilla kind of guy?"

The stranger, to his credit, was unimpressed, almost making Remy pout if it weren't for the fact he was still trying to scrape his pride up off the ground. "A mocha with five espresso shots please."

Whistling low, he turned to complete the order. "I'm assuming to go?"

"Yes."

"Late night?" He grabbed a cup and fiddled with the machine a bit, turning to grab the pump for the espresso as it began to run.

"In a sense."

Snorting, Remy turned to look again at the stranger. Through his obvious good looks there were eye bags that could rival his room mates', slumped posture and rather ratty shoes completing the picture for him. "I always hated college exams. Theres never enough time to cram."

"We've all bean there."

Pausing in applying the lid to the cup, Remy smirked and turned. "Did you just-?"

Seeming uncomfortable, the stranger shrugged, taking the drink and handing over the money. Offering a quiet thank you they left quickly, coat flying out like a cape behind them.

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Janus shoved his hands deeper in his pockets on the way to his favorite coffee shop. He had only been going there for a week now, but the coffee was amazing, and the cashier/coffee maker was...interesting. Janus' cheeks still burned in what he now realized was second hand embarrassment at the way the other had flirted? with him the first day. Patton said he had been flirting so he'd have to trust his friend knew what he was talking about. His stomach gave another uncomfortable flip as the shop came into view, making him grit his teeth in annoyance. Everytime he came here the same thing happened with his intestines, like they were too tight and too loose at the same time, flipping his stomach around in a way that felt like the flu...but better? Regardless it hadnt started until he had begun coming to the little shop and Janus was determined to pinpoint the cause. That was why he kept coming back.

No other reason.

His stomach flipped again as he shoved the door open, grimacing as he made up his mind to buy some kind of pastry with his usual coffee to try to quiet down what he was now going to assume were hunger pangs. This early in the morning the shop was blessedly empty, allowing him and the cashier to have their odd conversations in relative peace.

"Morning babes!"

He glanced up and tried for a smile, letting the odd movement drop after only a couple seconds. Remy smiled and smirked enough for the both of them anyway.

He made his way up to the counter, startling as a to-go cup was pushed his way.

"Regulars get the Remy special. Their usual cup of hot coffee ready before they even come through the door." He winked as he leaned against the counter, hitting Janus with the realization that the man had apparently forgone his sunglasses for the day. Deep brown eyes stared back at him before he broke eye contact, snapping his gaze to the cup in front of him.

"I'd like a muffin with it today as well, if you would."

"Sure. What kind?"

Janus looked up hopefully. "Banana nut?"

Remy bit back a laugh, muttering 'nut' under his breath while retrieving the requested pastry. Rolling his eyes Janus dug out the cash; he was learning Remy was fond of unintentional innuendos, Patton pointing out that that had been what he was insinuating in their first meeting. He tried for a polite smile again as he grabbed his items after paying, stomach going it's odd flip again as the other man smiled back.

Maybe it was the air.

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Remy perked up as the door chimed, smiling as his favorite regular made his way through the door right before closing time. He had somehow gotten the rather shy man to agree to a date (an outing the other had insisted) taking place after his shift had ended. He seemed tense and Remy was determined to take his mind off whatever it was that kept his shoulders up and head down. He grabbed up his sunglasses as he hopped over the counter, earning a confused smirk for his effort. Smiling easily, he readjusted his bag and whipped out the store key to swing around his finger.

"Ready to go, tall, dark and snarky?"

The man merely ducked his head and shoved his hands further in his pockets, strolling quickly out the door for Remy to follow.

"So I realized we're going on this date-"

"Outing."

"Alright babes. So we're going out and I still don't know what to call you?"

The man stared blankly. "You call me things all the time?"

Sighing in exasperation as the Prompt went completely over the man's head he gestured them forward. "I meant your name hon."

"Oh! My name is Janus."

Tilting his head in surprise, Remy regarded him for a moment. "Janus. I like it. Really suits your aesthetic."

Janus seemed unsure of how to respond, scuffing his toes along the sidewalk rhythmically. "My aesthetic?"

"Yeah. Janus is a Roman god right? I can see it."

Offering up a blank look, the other man pursed his lips in thought. "No one...well usually people say that Janus is...an odd name."

Remy shrugged. "I took some course or other in high school that taught about ancient gods or whatever. People are bitches."

Moving away slightly, Janus nodded. "Undoubtably."

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Alexithymia.

Janus watched as everything seemed to click into place for his companion. This was always the tipping point in every relationship, friend or otherwise. Patton had been the only exception thus far that accepted the fact that Janus was a lost cause when it came to emotions.

No, that wasnt fair to himself. There was nothing wrong with him, he knew that. It was only the fact that he couldn't understand the emotions being processed. He knew he had them, he just could never quite pinpoint which ones, at any given time and what the reasons for them were. Sure it made socializing difficult, people often labeling him as awkward or withdrawn in any given situation; when in reality he just was rarely given enough time to try and pinpoint what one emotion was before being put in a situation where a different response was needed. It was honestly exhausting.

He bit his lip as he looked back over to Remy, seeing that same smile he always gave him that made his stomach flip every time. He tried offering one of his awkward smiles, feeling that that was the most appropriate for the situation.

Remy softened as he took off his glasses, turning to face him fully. "You dont have to do that around me, it's okay. Just be yourself, and tell me if and when you get uncomfortable yeah?"

Janus' eyes filled with tears as he twisted his fingers in his jeans. An intense wave of emotions came over him, making him choke slightly as he tried in vain to process everything. He felt Remy take his hands gently and squeeze them, tugging slightly as he unconsciously leaned towards the other.

Just two people sitting on a park bench in the late evening, with about 15 shots of espresso between them holding each other with a confused understanding. Janjs smiled, a very tiny one, but the first genuine one in a long time.

Despite everything, he had Remy. He knew he'd be okay.

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Faetal Promises || Jeff and Winston

Just one fae promise ... as a treat.

Winston needed a drink. They weren’t above drinking when things got tough. What was that saying? When the going gets tough, the tough go clubbing? Something like that. Either way, before Winston could do anything like that they needed several shots of some whiskey that they were certain they would hate. Heading to the bar, they made eye contact with the bar tender. “I …” they paused and looked at the menu, “what should I have? I always feel like I order the wrong stuff and I always end up hating what I’m drinking, so please can you recommend me something I’d like. I love coffee, do you have any coffee-tails? Coffee-cock-tails?” Looking up at the muscular bartender, Winston’s stomach sunk. Why were they always so hot?

Jeff was pleased to be at work talking again. His boss had been riding his ass over the no talking routine, which apparently as head bartender was ‘unacceptable’. Not like it was his fuckin’ fault, as he tried to express many times. Jeff slid a Karen her margarita, side eyeing her when another person approached the bar looking for recommendations. Jeff grinned at Winston. “Coffee tails?” he said, considering a moment. “Depends on how simple you want it. Irish coffee, rum and coffee, I’ve made an espresso martini before. You got options.” Jeff finished listing off possible cocktails he could make when he realized something. Ah hell, they looked a little young didn’t they? “Maybe slide me your ID first though.” 

Raising an eyebrow gently, Winston fumbled around on the inside of their jacket for their wallet and with the most clumsiest fingers began to slowly and painstakingly begin the process of guiding their ID from the wallet. “Sorry, it’s just, like stuck with another card, just one second,” eventually, after a full minute of fumbling they produced an ID and handed it to Jeff. “What is in an espresso martini?” Winston asked curiously, “because honestly if it is made with coffee and it sounds alcoholic then I am in. You know what, can I get one anyway.” Winston settled down at the bar, taking their seat carefully as they waited for Jeff to make their drink. “What do you normally drink?” they asked curiously.

Jeff bit back grinning from ear to ear as he watched them fumble with their ID. Hilarious. Poor kid. “Take your time,” he said easily. It wasn’t like the bar was hopping tonight anyway, the only other person that paid any kind of attention to him was some woman with the Warden haircut. He stopped being as nice to them as he did since his first encounter with them. He checked the ID and nodded. What was it with the kids these days looking so young all the time? “Expressio, vodka, and coffee liqueur. Not my fuckin favoite to drink, but gets the job done.” He considered a moment as he went to make Winston’s drink. “More of a straight whiskey person.” He considered a moment longer before he realized that Winston should probably be out with friends or something instead of looking around for coffee martinis by themselves at a bar. “Long fucking day?”

In that moment Winston couldn’t have wished more that they were less clumsy, especially in front of the overly attractive bar tender in a slightly too tight shirt. Either way, they weren’t going to be able to avoid that. “I get that, everyone that’s a freshman and stuff now just looks like they’re barely out of middle school, let alone high school. Must be a tough job working out who’s old enough to drink, I guess that’s why they make you ID kids.” Winston frowned. “Everyone drinks Whiskey and I kind of get it, it burns good but I don’t know if I would always want to go for straight whiskey.” They frowned and tapped the table. “Kind of, long … five months?” They weren’t exactly sure they should pour their heart out to a bartender, it was a little cliche. “Things are hectic and I’m trying to do the self care shit, I don’t know if drinking counts but I wasn’t really hungry or in need of pampering so…” they shrugged.

Jeff snorted. “You’d be surprised at how many fuckin’ kids I have to kick out for being fucking underage. I’ve gotten pretty good at figuring out who’s trying to sneak one by me at this point, but it’s always better to check then be fucking sorry later.” It was funny hearing that Winston didn’t always go for straight whiskey though. That had been his drink of choice since he participated in underage drinking. He glanced at Winston as he finished off the Martini and slid it in front of him. Geez, everyone in White Crest always seemed to be having long months. “Drinking is not self care,” he confirmed. “It’s self-distraction. But in moderation that’s not necessarily a fuckin’ bad thing.” Jeff considered a moment, before glancing at the clock. He was almost off and the kid shouldn’t drink alone. “You want shots?” Jeff asked, “I’m drinking after I get off, I’ll do them with you.” 

“Honestly, I used to make fake IDs for those kids back in the day, like when we were in college not high school I’m not completely devoid of responsibility,” Winston had always been good with photoshop and fake IDs weren’t that difficult plus it had paid for the tech that they had needed at the time. “I know the fines and shit are pretty steep, not really worth your time letting some underage teen get drunk when you’re the one who would be in trouble. “Okay, if drinking is self distraction rather then self care, well I definitely need to be distracted,” they nodded, “Fuck yes, I’ll do shots with you. They’re on me, at least like the first three, I’m not made of money unfortunately but I can swing three shots. If you want of course,” Winston wasn’t going to turn down the chance to drink with a hot guy. Besides, he seemed cool. “I’m Winston,” they said sticking their hand out over the bar.

“Trouble maker,” Jeff said. Fake IDs were a big pain in the ass, but at least he could spot a poorly made one a mile away. Someone tried to hand him one with Robert De Niro’s face on it. He almost felt bad the poor kid had wasted money buying the piece of shit. “The fines and shit were pretty awful in Massachusetts, it’s the same here in Maine.” Jeff scowled thinking about it. Of course, his bar in South Boston was packed and rarely full of college students like the ones here were. There was more military personel from the nearby base than students. “This town is fuckin’ wild,” Jeff said. “And I’ve only been here about four months.” Jeff glanced down at Winston’s hand and only hesitated half a second before grabbing it and shaking it. He was in high spirits today, his pheromones were under control. Besides, he wasn’t about to accidentally pheromone some poor fucking kid. “Jeff. Don’t worry about the shots, on the house.” He waved it off before grabbing shot glasses. “Just promise me you’ll do a shot everytime you see me do a shot. Keep up with me.” 

“Don’t worry, I don’t do that anymore and I actually help get a lot of them off of the streets.” Winston at the time had not considered that fake IDs might be used for something other then drinking. “Are you from Massachusetts originally?” Winston asked curiously, “I’ve always just been stuck here, in White Crest. Not that I actually mind.” Winston laughed and raised an eyebrow. “You’re telling me that this place is weird? I don’t think that there is a single thing about this place that is at all normal. In fact, I’ve almost died a few too many times because of some of the weird shit going on.” They nodded and took their shot in their hands and looked at it. They didn’t even consider the promise that they were making. “Okay Jeff, I promise that I’ll do a shot everytime I see you do one, please don’t be a super heavy weight drinker.” 

“Former trouble maker then.” And now a narc, so it sounded. Not that Jeff particularly gave a shit, it made his job easier. “Boston born and raised.” He could never imagine growing up in a small town. There were so little people in this town and it was a little disorienting being recognized every time he went to the drug store. Jeff snorted. “This place is fuckin’ weird, I saw a mime creature eat a raccoon. The poor thing.” Jeff grinned though as the kid made the promise. Deirdre did say he should promise bind people, and a little harmless one to help distract the kid from his worries - his deadly worries, apparently - couldn’t hurt. “And to always tip your bartender,” Jeff said seriously, raising his own shot glass before knocking it back.

“Something like that, I just never got caught I guess.” Winston had been a teenager once. They weren’t exactly all that straight laced. They just liked to think of themselves as not stupid. Which was perhaps a little rich, but even still. “Shit, what was Boston like?” Winston asked curiously, they would’ve loved to have experienced life in a ‘big’ city. Wincing at the mention of mimes, Winston hoped that they were truly done for and gone for good. “God, fuck the weird obsession with mimes, they’re so creepy and just not funny at all. That was before they started … eating the wildlife. I just don’t get why they picked mimes y’know?” And cloning and trying to murder everyone. Winston had never really considered tipping their bartender, it was something they did when they remembered it but knowing service staff wages they weren’t sure that it wouldn’t be a bad idea. “Sure, I’ll tip my bartender.” Winston swallowed their own shot in time with Jeff and immediately began coughing, eyes watering from the fiery booze. “Damn, that’s … something.”  

“Boston’s like…” Jeff started, considering a moment. He missed Boston. He missed his friends and his mom. It was better this way though, to stay here and get them away from his uncontrollable pheromones. “A big city with lots of fucking people.” He decided on that breif descriptor, before snorting again at Winston’s description of the mimes. God, he hated them. Ever since that fucking thing had scared his goddamn dog they were on his shitlist. He didn’t even regret having to replace a window from trying to punch the thing. The alcohol burned his throat, but he liked that feeling. Alcohol never bothered him, but he had to keep himself from laughing at poor Winston. “Not a shots fan?” Jeff asked, kindly, swiping up another as he tipped another back. “You get used to the burning, honest.” 

The Whiskey rushed to Winston’s head and swaddled them in a fuzzy feeling that was strangely reassuring. Winston had always liked drinking, but this was almost comforting. Maybe this was why people drank whiskey? Maybe if Winston just didn’t spend the whole time drinking Jack Daniels they’d find out. “Better or worse then our White Crest?” Winston asked with a smirk crossing their face. Jeff was so pretty. Winston normally wouldn’t do shots back to back, but they couldn’t help but feel compelled to knock them back in that moment. They were having a good time and they wanted to at least try and keep up with Jeff. “If you say so, it’s not that I don’t like shots, it’s just that I’m bad at drinking.” Winston wasn’t exactly a party animal. “But I guess you’re going to put that to the test or something like that. Right?” 

Better or worse? Good question. Jeff leaned against the bar, thinking hard for a moment. He wasn't’ sure it was fair to compare the two, not when the hardships he’d faced in both places weren’t necessarily their fault. And that seemed a little too heavy to put on a some twenty-something year old kid. So instead, Jeff said, “Depends on the fuckin’ day.” Jeff was notorious for holding his alcohol, he was a big dude. The rush of whiskey was hardly a problem for him and he grinned. “That’s fucking bullshit - no one’s bad at drinking! There’s no such thing! And I won’t let you get alcohol poisoning kid, don’t worry.” Honestly, it was probably safer for Winston to quit while they were ahead anyway, but still Jeff knocked another back. “What sort of White Crest near-death bullshit are you distracting yourself from tonight?” Jeff asked, curiously. He went to go grab Marty - the Bartender coming up to replace him - to get some water for the both of them. If they were going to get drunk, they would also get hydrated! 

“Wow, I guess I get that.” Winston did not. They had never lived anywhere else and had only left White Crest a few times in their life. Mostly to visit relatives or go on vacation. They had nothing really to compare it to. White Crest was always White Crest irrespective of whether or not it was a Monday or a Thursday. “Well, that is really really reassuring because that was definitely something I had thought of, and absolutely not something I had not considered until you just said it now.” Winston would’ve normally stopped, but why end the fun now. Jeff had promised that he wouldn’t let them get alcohol poisoning and the guy seemed to know what he was doing. Besides, he was a bartender, this was computers for him. Following suit, Winston winced slightly less this time, but they were sure it was still noticeable. “Where to start, some mimes tried to kill me, there’s a woman I’m helping with tech support who might bite me and to make things worse I think I saw a cult attempt a ritual. This place is so fucked.” Maybe they were a bit more drunk then they realised.

Jeff had seen too many college students get alcohol poisoning - he always cut them off before it happened, but somehow they all still fucking drank more. God he hated 21st birthdays more than anything else. But he wouldn’t let Winston get royally fucked over - maybe just enough to cause a headache for the next day. A good reminder to not drink and run away from your problems. Honestly, it was a life lesson that Jeff needed to be reminded about every once in a while. Jeff did, however, pause in his next shot to gape at Winston. He heard a lot of shit from Nic about this kind of thing, but cults and biting tech customers was definitely a new one. “This place is fucked,” Jeff said solemnly. “Fuckin’ Karens trying to kill fairies and squids and shit. And now cults? You should get that creepy tech support customer arrested. Biting isn’t fuckin cool.” And back went another shot. “How you feeling, kid?”

Winston was beyond the point of considering the alcohol that they had consumed. Was it three? Was it four shots? They weren’t above making it five as Jeff reached for another one Winston wasn’t sure if they wanted one but they went for it anyway. They had promised after all. “So fucked, I don’t know how I didn’t see it for so long,” they giggled and shrugged. “I don’t think that police would want to go after her, she’s pretty charming really and so far hasn’t actually tried to bite me, but the threat is ever present. But everything here isn’t the worst, I played truth or dare with some pixies the other day.” Winston was too drunk to really think about what they were saying, normal people didn’t play with pixies. “I’m feeling much better,” they said slapping an arm reassuringly on Jeff’s giant arm. That bicep was really, hard. Swallowing, Winston reached clumsily for their water and sipped it, a little dribbling down their chin for a moment before they wiped it away with the back of their hand and sighed. “I get why you drink whiskey.”

“If she does try to bite you, get that lady locked up, fuck charming. Charm is for losers and people trying to fucking sell you something.” Jeff scoffed, waving it off. Honestly, this woman sounded like a menace to society. But he was more curious about the pixies - weren’t those Fae? He was pretty sure those counted as fae. Deirdre said. “Pixies? You played truth or dare with pixies? Were they nice?” He asked curiously. How come this child was better at finding Fae than he was? He glanced at Winston, and shook off the alcohol that was starting to affect him too. Ah, shit, how many had they had? He slid Winston a napkin, considering as his arm was slapped. He almost jumped off his stool at the unexpected contact, but didn’t. It was fine, he wasn’t even hungry. “Yeah? You think you like it now? How about you watch me just do one more?” Jeff asked.

Winston swallowed more water as their head swam from the whiskey. They were sure that they had drank too much and they weren’t sure why but here they were anyway. “Uh, I think so? They weren’t mean or anything but they weren’t there to make it a super good time, but you know, when you play with pixies you’ve got to be careful about what you say because they’re surprisingly sensitive when it comes to us ‘giant’ people.” Jeff was pretty giant. They took the napkin and stared at it rather than using it to wipe their face before setting it back down unused on the bar and nodding. “Not sure I like it, but it’s strong.” Winston didn’t even consider Jeff’s question. “Fuck yeah, I’ll watch you do another shot. How are you so … not drunk?” 

“Giant people?” Jeff thought about the information a moment. Were pixies small? He knew leprechauns were 2 feet tall. Were they smaller than leprechauns? He’d never met a pixie before. “‘Course you do, you have to be careful what you promise too. Especially to fairies,” Jeff nodded knowingly. “Oh, and don’t call them fairies. Of course I don’t mind, but the real term is fae and others usually fucking mind a lot.” Alcohol always loosened lips, Jefd realized he basically just admitted to being a fairy. Ah fuck. Deirdre awas going to kill him. “One more,” Jeff said, before taking the shot, and reached for his own water. “And then why don’t we get you an uber, kid.”

“Well, you know, they’re like two or three inches tall,” Winston wasn’t sure that was an exact measurement, “but I don’t think they like it when people act as if they’re the ones that are weird. Which is cool, i get it. No one wants to be weird.” Raising an eyebrow, Winston laughed. “Wait, are you a fae or something? I think I knew … most of that, because a fae once accidentally took my name and that was quite the time, but I … you know, I just wondered how you knew all of that.” Winston grinned and watched as Jeff took his shot, their hands moving of their own will, scooping their shot up and knocking it back. “An uber would probably be a good idea, I’m definitely too drunk to drive. But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you’re a fairy if you don’t tell anyone I can do magic. Seems like a fair trade.” 

“We can take names?” Jeff asked, screwing his face up. What the fuck? How did that work? Wait, no! Stop talking about that thing. Right, yes, he now was in charge of getting the magician kid into an uber. You know, Winston seemed like the kind of kid that would be into stage magic, though Jeff wasn’t quite certain why they would want to hide it. Whatever, kids were so nervous about all sorts of things these days. Well, now that he thought about it, kids were always nervous. God. Jeff shook his head, pulling out his phone to order the kid a car. “Alright alright, fair enough. May the alcohol distract you from fucking cults and fucking biters. Fucking White Crest.” Jeff muttered. “Fucking. White Crest.”

“Yeah, but don’t do it. It’s the worst.” Winston was sure that they never wanted to experience that again. Missing a piece of their identity was something else entirely, a truly unique and truly horrible feeling. Winston sat there, extremely drunk for a moment as Jeff ordered them an uber. “I’ll get you back for the uber for sure, and we should, hang out … more … I mean ag-again.” Winston hiccuped comically. Before stumbling towards the car that had just pulled up. “You’re, like, really cool, Jeff.” 

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b i t t e r ⬴ ʇ ǝ ǝ ʍ s // chapter two

➴pairing – jimin x reader – taehyung x reader – [ft. namjoon]

➴genre – fluff // angst

➴theme – college!au // jimin!barista // taehyung!artist

You developed a little crush on the barista at your local coffee shop, Jimin. While you start going to the cafe regularly, thinking it as harmless and innocent, you don’t realize that your interest in him will catch the attention of Taehyung, the most-liked boy in school. As the two of them stir up an almost espresso-and-milk-kind-of element to your school life and study load, you find yourself involved in a more complicated situation than you were prepared for.

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You pulled your hair up into a ponytail as you walked past the staff that filtered people coming into Club Avenue. Namjoon followed after you, and immediately fixed the tiny pieces of your hair that were sticking out weirdly, as if instinctive.

“Thanks,” you said, tightening your ponytail.

Namjoon just scanned the room, with the same serious/contemplative look that he had on his face the majority of the time. Sometimes, that was just his facial expression, and you teased him for it. But this time, he was probably more serious than he should have been, considering this night was meant for both of you to have fun together.

“Who are you looking for?” You first looked in the same direction as him, then peered over to look at his face to get his attention. He made eye contact with you, still distracted.  

“Nah, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” But the more he tried to be chill about it, the more skeptical you became. You knew that sometimes he would only come with you because he didn’t want you to be alone, and because he was worried about the type of guys he knew came here. But he was usually calm about it, and right now he seemed kind of on-edge. Like there was someone particular he was being wary of.

He started pushing you further into the room, along the edge where the bar was, but close enough to the center that you could join in with the dancing, which he knew was what you preferred. “Let’s just do what we came here to do.”

You knew that Joon would be at the bar, not really drinking, but still, he said he liked the atmosphere and talking to people with their guards down. Dancing wasn’t really a possibility for him, not in public, at least. He would only dance if it was just the two of you.

Tonight he was especially tense, so you turned around to grab the wrist of the hand he had lightly touching your back. “You’re dancing with me tonight, then.”

He just scoffed. “That’s not happening.”

You just became even more determined, and asked for two shots from the bartender. You handed the soju to Namjoon, who just blankly stared between you and the glass in his hands a few times. “Let’s do what we came here to do-” you mimicked his words, trying to remind him: “have fun.”

You raised your eyebrows in slight impatience, signaling for him to drink it. He gave you a mixed confused look, like for some reason he couldn’t figure what was up with you, and then leaned his head back to drink it in one gulp.

You grabbed the next one, gave it to Namjoon, and stared at him, waiting. “This one’s for me too?” He asked, looking somewhat frighteningly surprised.

“Well I’m not the one who needs it right now, am I?”

After he finished, Namjoon had just enough time to slam the glass onto the counter, as you were dragging him into the sea of people—a bold action in and of itself. Even though he didn’t like getting this up close with people, and you knew it, he let you, because Namjoon knew you needed it more than he did. And you knew that too.

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Jimin ran his hand through his hair, head down. This wasn’t usually his scene, but Tae always dragged him to these places.

Taehyung was talking to two girls that had walked up to him, while Jimin was by the bar, just out of ear shot. Jimin didn’t even mind that he wasn’t in the conversation, it was more comfortable that way. But they kept glancing over at him, from the other side of his friend.

This continued on for some time, until it came to a point where Jimin was too flustered or uncomfortable, that every time he noticed it happening, he just sipped his drink, or looked nonchalantly in the other direction—or both. He wasn’t really interested in conversations that were pointless, or with people who just wanted something from you.

Jimin caught his own sideways glances at Tae, who was intently invested in the conversation. He would laugh, the kind of laugh that was so deep and repeated, where he scrunched his eyes, you knew it was genuine. Or he would gesture with his hands, flailing them around, and you could tell by his voice he was trying to convince his listeners of something, like his life depended on it. Or he just randomly threw in low key meme faces where they fit in the conversation.

Jimin didn’t even know what they were talking about for the whole time, but he knew this was why girls, or everyone, liked Taehyung, while he had an uncanny fan-club-like following. Tae never judged anyone, he was always kind and any kind of person could talk to him easily. He talked to everyone like he knew them. If they were lifelong friends or complete strangers, there wasn’t much of a difference in how he interacted with them. He just made people feel worthwhile. Like their time was the most precious thing to him in that moment.

Jimin didn’t understand how he did it, but that was just Tae, a naturally genuine person. It came flawlessly. It was the reason why they were friends; Taehyung was one of the few people Jimin trusted so easily.

People just enjoyed being in Tae’s presence. But Jimin knew, that a lot of the time, they also were gaining something for themselves by talking with him. There were particular people that wanted to raise their social status somehow. And because Taehyung easily made friends, he knew students who were established by their families’ social statuses, he befriended them, without a second thought. This just made it easier for those seeking to climb the social ladder, if they really persisted, since Taehyung was so easy to approach.

Not everyone was like that, but Jimin became skeptical more often than not. He hated the fact that someone would try to take advantage of Taehyung.

“A-hooo,” Taehyung interjected in his own conversation. “Sorry guys, I should probably watch my friend more closely. Looks like Jimin-ah needs my attention.” Tae flashed an apologetic smile to the girls he had been talking to, as he made his way over to Jimin and took the drink out of his hands.

While Tae had been talking to the two girls for some time, he also had talked to three others since he’d been here—some he knew, some he didn’t. But he always managed some kind of an excuse after about ten, fifteen minutes.

“Yah, why do you even come to these places if you don’t want to talk to anyone?” Jimin started feeling the heat coming off his face, flushed pink, as he realized how much he had ended up drinking over the past hour.

He never told Taehyung how he felt about some of the people he associated with.

“I like talking to you,” he countered playfully, “that’s why I came with you.” His eyes disappeared and he just leaned against the bar, sipping Jimin’s drink, as he watched people out on the dance floor enjoying themselves.

Jimin just shot the boy a questioning, sideways look. He sat on the stool, leaning back and mimicking Tae, tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling, as his body suddenly felt loose and heavy. Soon enough, he couldn’t even fight to keep his eyes open, and he dozed off to the beat of the DJ’s music as his lullaby.

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Jimin was too asleep to catch Taehyung’s realizing the girl—who came into Jimin’s coffee shop almost everyday—was there. He was too asleep to see Taehyung, with a cutely amused smile tugging the edge of his mouth, and a look in his eyes that Jimin had never seen before.

Taehyung had never felt like he was able to invest his interest in many people—except for Jimin, an exception. But it was kind of impossible, considering the scene she was making, wrapped up in her own little world. And something made Taehyung want to enter into that world.

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You laughed, seeing Namjoon let loose and flail freely in the middle of other people’s dancing, not nearly as passionate as him. Joon could actually dance pretty well—albeit a little uniquely—but with how much he wanted to make you laugh and have fun, combined with his facial expressions, people weren’t sneaking glances because they thought he was good.

The more you laughed, the more into it he got.

But you joined in with his dorky dance moves, and you were pretty sure you caught him laughing at you a few times.

You couldn’t keep track of how long you had been there dancing—you never really did because you always got too caught up in it—but at some point you caught a glimpse of Taehyung. You usually never crossed paths with him in these places, outside of school. Something inside your stomach flipped, and then stayed there like a dead weight, making you feel nauseous. Before you knew that your body was moving, you grabbed Joon’s wrist, exiting Club Avenue as fast as you could break through the crowd.

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A/N: i’ve been slightly struggling through this already, b/c autocorrect wants to change jimin’s name to ‘jimmy’ everytime, and i just can’t, aha.

anyway, this chapter is kinda setting the stage for future conflict—which i’m prolly more excited for than i should be, aha—but there’s definitely way more fluffy moments in the future of “bittersweet”—ya know i can’t resist. also just imagining tipsy jimin is way too cute i can’t help it uwu

—moonie☾✧

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Jealousy - Jongdae smut

With the help of @watermonkey0 - your wish is our command! -T

He came at the same time almost every day and thought that was being subtle. He ordered something different every time though, which meant it was always a suprise when I looked at the cup of coffee and read off his name to the busy shop.

"Jongdae!"

He came up leisurely, grinning at me like he knew he'd fooled me again, and I would just shake my head. "An Americano this morning?" I asked. He usually ordered on the sweeter side.

"I like to be unpredictable." He grinned, taking the cup.

"Who knows," I returned cordially, "Maybe tomorrow you'll get tea." I watched him perform his daily ritual of discreetly checking the space underneath the hand warmer, just in case I'd written some secret message there. Just as every other day, he hid his disappointment well, and I bit my lip to hide my smile. I was torturing the poor guy, I knew that. If he came right out and asked for my number I would give it without a second thought. But as it was, I liked watching him work for it.

A few hours later, my second appointment came strolling in.

"I swear you put an ad out for desperate men." My coworker Jessica sneered from behind the espresso machine.

"Maybe they just like coffee." I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Maybe they like you handing them their coffee."

"I do have exceptionally nice hands." I shrugged. It was such a struggle to be this beautiful. Jessica scoffed and left me and my hands to get more milk from the back. I finished making the Non-Fat Latte With Caramel Drizzle for my regular without looking. He got the same thing everytime.

"Hoetaek!"

He was a smaller guy, with faded grey/blue hair, and was always polite and eager to talk. He took the cup thankfully, glancing at my fingers as they grazed his on the side of the cup.

"How's it going?" He asked quietly.

"So far so good. How about you?" I was already half way into another drink, a Half-Caff Soy Latte. I probably wasn't giving him the full focus he wanted, but he surprised me into attention with his answer.

"If I asked you to get a cup of coffee with me sometime, would it be too ironic?"

"N-No." I stammered, hands stilled on the foamer.

"How about tonight?" Hoetaek grabbed one of the cup sleeves and used it to jot down his name and number. He handed it to me like I usually handed him his coffee, and I took it without thinking. "I'll pick you up here at 6:30pm." He shot me the biggest smile before almost running out of the store. I stood dumbfounded until Jessica came up behind me and snatched the holder from my hand.

"You have got to be kidding me!" She roared as I blushed.

My shift ended at 6pm, so I quickly ran home and changed. I didn't want to come off as too desperate, or too slutty, or too anything really. So I opted for my nice jeans, a nice shirt, and some bootie heels that made my calves look good.

As promised, Hoetaek was right on time. He pulled up in his car and waved at me as I sat at a patio table. He even ran around the car to open his passenger door for me. It was all very gentlemanly.

"So where are we going?" I asked once we were driving.

"There's this really cool bar I'd like to take you to." In my head I let out a groan, cause I hated the bar scene, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. He had good taste in coffee, so here was hoping it carried over into alcohol.

Two hours later, I was sitting at a very crowded bar by myself, watching Hoetaek sing drunk karaoke. He was good. He was very good. But I was very done. I slumped against the bar with my back to the big entrance window.

Over the obnoxiously loud music and singing, I heard a gentle tap tap tap. Enough to make me turn and gasp. Jongdae stood outside, clad in a jean jacket and a smile. He motioned for me to come outside. I quickly looked to Hoetaek, but he was heart deep in a ballad, and I didn't want to interrupt.

Outside the bar, it was chilly, and I hugged my arms, but Jongdae's bright smile warmed my chest.

"Fancy meeting you here!" He grinned, and I mirrored it.

"I feel like I should be serving the drinks if you're here too!" I laughed.

"Too?" He asked, his smile turning tense.

"I'm here with another regular from the coffee shop. He's..." I gestured back inside to the stage, "performing."

For a moment, the smile on Jongdae's face was plastered there, even when I saw it falling in his eyes.

“Ah. I see. Well, are you at least enjoying yourself” I raised my eyebrow as if to say, “do you think I would be out here talking to another guy if I was enjoying myself?”

Instead, I shrugged. “He at least had the guts to ask me out.” It was meant to be a teasing dig at Jongdae, but he didn’t find it very funny. The next thing I knew, he had a hand around my wrist and was pulling me to the side of the building.

An arm pressed on either side of my body as my back met the wall. Jongdae’s face was no more than a few inches away from mine. I did my best to appear as if his dominance and jealousy had no effect over me, but I felt as though my rapid breathing gave me away.

“So, you’re telling me that you would rather be out there with him than right here with me?” His hips pressed against mine lightly, but enough for me to see that he was also enjoying the fact that he was dominating me a bit.

“I’m just saying that Hoetaek had the balls to ask me out first.” I quipped back. Jongdae raised an eyebrow and let a smirk crawl across his face.

“That’s fair; but did he have the balls to do this?”

One of his hands cupped my chin and placed an aggressive kiss to my lips. It was as if he were trying to kiss me as quickly as he could before I pulls away and slapped that stunning face of his.

I did no such thing.

Instead, I kissed him back. When he realized that I wasn’t going to shove him off of me, he slowed the kiss down and moved his hand from my chin to rest right at my collarbone. I could sense that he was plotting something, and I was right.

His hand slid down the front of my jeans as he whispered “and was Hoetaek brave enough to do this?” With no hesitation, he began to tease my core with a couple of his fingers. Jongdae’s lips placed kisses along my neck and jawline as I covered my mouth to try to keep myself from giving us away. I shouldn’t have been letting him finger me against the wall of a public place like this, but the second he slid two fingers deep into me, the fear of getting caught faded and all that I cared about was him moving his hand.

“Go ahead,” Jongdae whispered, “let me know. Say, out loud, who you actually want. Is it him or is it me?” He took his fingers out of my slit and I whined. I didn’t want to give in. I didn’t want him to know that he was winning.

But I wanted him to make me cum more than I wanted to win this battle.

“Jongdae. Please?” I whined, the absence of his hand between my legs driving me insane.

“Say it again.” Cocky asshole.

“I said, ‘Jongdae. Please!’”

With his name leaving my lips again, Jongdae fully i did the button of my jeans and put his hand back into my pants so that he had more range of motion. This time, his thumb circled my clit as his fingers slid in and out of me, and I allowed myself to ride his hand until I felt myself tighten around him.

I put both hands over my mouth as my orgasm flowed through me. Impressed that he had made me cum that quickly and with his hand, I had to balance myself on the wall I was standing against. My head fell back as I attempted to catch my breath.

Regulating my breathing was difficult when he kept trying to kiss me, though.

Finally, he broke away and said, “go end your date. I’ll wait for you in my car out front.”

[martxoa]

Why Yes, I Have Written a Fanfic of a Fanfic: The Fanfic.

Okay, a bit of background: @ariabauer wrote The Ultimate Coffee Shop AU, which I highly recommend. It is literally a coffee shop AU of Laura as a barista playing matchmaker by manufacturing various coffee shop AU tropes for its patrons. Which is as fluffy as it sounds. 

There’s a brief cameo of Elle/Danny (my personal favorite crackship) because, and I’m paraphrasing, ‘you spent so long working on it that when I needed ships I thought ‘yes, this amuses me let’s do it.’ xD Which I appreciated. 

I mentioned in the comments that I was half tempted to write a little spinoff of it and I kind of...well here ya go. A brief telling of the Coffee Shop AU from Elle’s POV. 

(For the record, none of this is canon to the fic it was inspired by. This was something I wrote last night because I had writer’s block.) 

Lastly, thanks again to Aria for the cameo who like...I hope won’t find me writing this...too weird...? :P Fic under the cut: 

Elle liked the coffee and it was on her way to study group in the library.

That was the only reason she still went to her ex girlfriend’s coffee shop.

Her roommates liked to tease her. Well, Charlotte--Emily was too nice to continue after the first time Elle pushed them away with a grumpy, “quit it guys.”

“Sorry.”

“Oh come on, Elle, it’s funny,” Charlotte caught back up with her again and gently bumped her hip. “You broke up with Carmilla and you still show up every month to flirt with her.”

“I do not flirt with her,” Elle huffed.

“Then why do you always talk to her and not the other girl?”

“Who, Laura?” Elle stopped and started laughing. “Guys, she’s terrible at making coffee. It’s kind of funny. I don’t know why she works there. Once Carmilla wasn’t at the counter and Laura made my coffee and I’m pretty sure that she didn’t even know what I ordered. She just threw a bunch of stuff in a cup and then threw sprinkles on it. The only thing she understood was ‘sprinkles.’”

“I don’t know, maybe they just don’t have enough people to work there?” Emily suggested. “She’s really nice. I’ve gone in a few times during her shift.”

Elle nodded. The three girls stopped in front of the shop and Elle turned to face them.

“I like the coffee,” she stated. “That is it. I swear. Besides, I’m pretty sure Laura is like, really into her anyway.”

Of course she was nice to Carmilla at the counter. It made things less awkward for both of them. But that didn’t necessarily mean she was flirting.

“She is?” Emily gasped. “Oh, that would actually be kind of nice, wouldn’t it?”

“Everytime I talk to Carmilla she stares at me like I kicked her puppy.” Elle shrugged and turned away from them. “I’ll meet you guys at the library, unless you want coffee.”

“No, we’re good,” Charlotte answered. “We get ours at Starbucks. See you Elle.”

“You know Starbucks is like, fake hipster now!” Elle called after them. She laughed a little to herself before she walked into Carmilla and Laura’s store.

Elle walked to the counter. There was a little bell and she tapped it, turning around and looking at the store.

She always felt a little...strange being in there. The coffee was great--well, if Carmilla made it--but it was always full of couples. More than any other place she’d ever been to. Everyone was paired up with somebody except for, Elle noticed, one lady sitting near the aisle. Which was new.

She was a girl with long red hair tied up in a braid, swiping away at something on a tablet with a coffee in hand. She looked totally serene, smiling softly at whatever she was reading. Elle found herself watching her for a few moments.

“Hey Elle! What can I get you?”

Elle was startled out of watching Cute Redhead Coffee Girl by Laura. “Oh! Um, hey Laura.”

“Hello, Elle. What can I get ya’?”

She tilted her head a little. “No Carmilla today?”

“Busy,” she answered curtly, still smiling cheerfully. Elle frowned a little.

“Oh. Okay. I’ll have my usual iced chocolate mocha with a shot of espresso topped with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles.”

“Coming right up!”

She disappeared to make the coffee. Elle waited with some trepidation. Laura finally walked back out, holding the coffee.

“There you go.”

Elle took it. It wasn’t as perfect as when Carmilla made it, but it was definitely not undrinkable. “Thank you,” Elle said politely. She dropped her money into Laura’s hand, turning around and beginning to walk out. She was going to pass right by Redhead Girl, and Elle tried not to look at her. She didn’t want to be weird.

“Oh, Elle, wait! I forgot your sprink--”

She felt Laura hit her, sending Elle flying. Elle felt like she had been tackled from behind in a game of football. She braced herself for hitting the floor.

Except she didn’t.

Because she landed in someone’s lap. The iced coffee fell all over both of them and Elle spluttered, wiping at her face.

“What just happ--”

Elle opened her eyes and completely forgot what she was saying.

The girl was looking down at her. Coffee was staining the front of her baseball jacket, and her face was turning bright red.

“I’ll go get you a new drink,” Laura said, turning around. Elle thought that maybe she heard a hint of smugness in Laura’s voice.

She really, really didn’t care at the moment.

Because the girl was looking at her. Right at her.

“Uh...hi,” she stated.

“Hi.”

They stared at each other for another beat before Elle realized what was happening.

“Oh my God I’m so sorry!” Elle scrambled out of her lap, ending up on the floor. She looked up at the girl, smiling sheepishly. “You have coffee all over you. I didn’t get your tablet wet, did I?”

She smiled. “No, you’re good--here.” She held out her hand and Elle took it. Her hand was warm and a little wet from the coffee. Elle stood up.

“My name is Elle, by the way.”

“Danny Lawrence.”

“Sheridan. I mean, my last name is Sheridan. Since you gave me your last name and I didn’t give you mine. My full name is Elle Sheridan.”

Danny unzipped her baseball jacket, revealing a soft cotton flannel. She shrugged the jacket off.

“Did you want to sit?” Danny asked.

“I have a study group,” Elle said, before she could stop herself.

“Oh. Okay…”

Laura wasn’t back with the coffee yet. Elle shifted in place uncomfortably, her throat dry.

“I’m a brit lit major,” Elle added, trying to figure out what to say. Danny’s face lit up.

“Hey, I’m an English major! I’m a TA for Professor Cochrane.”

And the moment she saw Danny’s smile light up, Elle knew she would sacrifice a test grade for this.

“Actually, you know what, I feel good about my next test.” Elle sat down. “So, you come here often?”

It was a terrible line, which Elle realized right after she said it, but Danny leaned in and had no problem with it.

“Elle, I have your coffee!” Laura walked back to the table. “Here you go.”

“Right, thanks,” Elle answered absentmindedly, fumbling with her hand behind her, not even bothering to look back. She finally managed to grab the coffee and put it down on the table. She kept talking to Danny for a few minutes until Danny sighed, looking at her jacket again.

“I should probably get this washed,” she said. “I think there’s a laundromat near here.”

“Yeah, I should do that too,” Elle grabbed her blouse, which was clinging from the wetness. “I can come with you?”

Danny tilted her head and smirked. “Don’t you need clothes to, you know, change into?”

Elle blushed. “Y-yeah, of course--”

“I mean I definitely wouldn’t complain, but I would think you would want to bring some.”

Elle bit her lip. Danny rubbed the back of her neck.

“Sorry. I was joking. Too risque?”

“I think that was just the right amount, to be honest.”

Danny coughed and took a sip of her coffee.

“You know,” Elle added, “I mean...I live with a couple of roommates and we have a washing machine in our apartment. If you don’t want to spend the money.”

Danny’s face turned a shade darker and Elle shook her head.

“I mean you’d literally just be doing your laundry, gosh. You’re cute but you’re not that cute.”

Danny’s eyes widened. She got up, grabbing her tablet.

“That’s really nice of you,” Danny said carefully. “I would...yeah, I guess that wouldn’t hurt.”

Elle grinned. She bit the knuckle of her thumb as Danny turned and started to leave before she followed Danny.

As it turned out, Elle lied. Right before Danny left her apartment, she couldn’t resist slipping her number into the pocket of her now clean jacket before she left. So it was a little more than laundry. But only a little.

It turned into a club that met in the library. The Laura Hollis Matchmaking Club. Elle didn’t really want to join.

“Danny, do you understand how awkward it is to try and get my ex girlfriend together with a new girlfriend?”

“Listen, Elle, you don’t have to do anything.” Danny grabbed Elle’s shoulders and gave her a quick kiss. “But Laura is my friend and I need to do this for her.”

Elle pouted.

“I mean, don’t I owe Laura?” Danny grinned. “If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t have the best girlfriend in the world.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Lawrence,” Elle mumbled, trying to look stern even as Danny kept kissing down the side of her face. She finally gave in. “Besides, I still think it's weird. Laura is playing God. That's strange.”

“Mm-hm, and you're complaining?”

“You know what? Hand me my jacket.��

“You're coming?”

“To support my girlfriend? Sure. Besides, maybe playing Cupid will be fun.”

Of course, Elle’s suggestions were not exactly well received at first.

“Alright, operation Hollstein Coffee Shop AU is a go,” LaFontaine said, writing on a whiteboard. “We're going to do a flow chart. Any ideas?”

Elle raised her hand.

“Uh...Sheridan.”

“Blow something up,” Elle suggested.

LaFontaine grinned at her, giving her an air high five.

“No, we are not blowing anything up!” Perry gasped.

“I'm not saying anyone should get hurt,” Elle protested. “Just something for them to bond over. Danny?”

Her girlfriend, arm slung around Elle’s shoulders, looked away from her.

“Really, sweetheart?”

“Elle, you just think it'd be funny to have something blow up in Carmilla's face.”

“If you have any better ideas--”

“Lawrence, control your woman,” Mel said. “Seriously.”

“That's sexist,” Elle and Danny answered at the same time.

“I'm just saying the ex girlfriend shouldn’t have a huge say in this, you know?”

“Bros, why don’t we just get them to share a brownie or something?” Kirsch suggested. “It worked for me and SJ!”

Everyone else agreed. Elle rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. It was decided that they would be the ones that would come in at the end of a shift, and get a brownie. Then it was up to them to figure out how to get Laura and Carmilla to split it.

“How do you want to do this, Elle?” Danny whispered at their table.

“Leave it to me. I’ll just pretend to be sick.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “Alright. Just be careful not to like...make it look too fake.”

Elle looked at Danny. She pushed the coffee away from her and coughed a little.

“Elle?”

“I’m fine I just--ack, ack!--suddenly feel a little--” She covered her mouth and kept coughing.

Danny’s eyes widened. She leaned back a little as Elle groaned, clutching her stomach. Her coughing got more and more dramatic until she was practically turning red.

Laura walked back to the table. “Hey, guys, so I have your brown--Elle? Are you okay?”

“Oh God, suddenly my stomach is just--ugh,” she finally slumped over in her chair, still moaning.

“...Elle, isn’t feeling well,” Danny said. “I think I’m going to help get her home.”

“Oh,” Laura frowned. “Feel better, Elle.”

“Thank--ack--you Laura,” Elle wheezed.

“Do you want me to wrap up--”

“Don’t even bother,” Danny interrupted, getting up and helping Elle to her feet. “Why don’t you split it with Carmilla?”

Laura looked back at the counter, where Carmilla was watching events unfold with a perplexed expression.  

“I...guess…”

“Great cool see you Hollis!”

Danny dragged Elle out as she continued pretending to be on the verge of projectile vomiting. People were starting to look. Someone stared at them both, and Danny responded with a sheepish smile.

“Uh...don’t have what she’s having,” Danny advised, before pulling her straight out of the shop.

As soon as they were outside Elle straightened up, flipped her hair back into place, and smiled sweetly.

“And done.”

“You are unbelievable.”

“In a good way though, right? Hold on, I want to see if it worked--I think it did.”

Laura and Carmilla were standing at the counter together, sharing the brownie. But it didn’t look like they were doing anything else.

“Great,” Elle said. “Now can we try blowing something up?”

Danny put her arm around Elle. “Can we just go home now?”

“Depends which one you’re talking about.”

Danny leaned in, kissing Elle quickly. Elle leaned in after Danny when she pulled back.

“My place is closer,” Danny answered. “You want to see who can get there faster?”

Elle grinned. She pushed Danny as she ran past her, and Danny laughed before chasing after her.

The brownie didn’t work.

Kirsch and SJ tried the music thing, which also didn’t end up working, mostly because none of them could, no matter how hard they tried, find a genre of music Carmilla and Laura both liked. Although they did see Laura force Carmilla into a quick, goofy waltz behind the counter before Carmilla stopped, which they considered a win.

After months of work, everyone had come up with a plan. Everyone except--

“Seriously, blow something up.”

“Will you stop suggesting explosions?!” Perry exclaimed.

Everyone else shushed her. It was a library, after all.

“Well, nothing else we’re doing has worked,” Elle answered, pouting. “Laura doesn’t take this long to get a couple together. This calls for drastic measures.”

“I still think you just want to drench your ex girlfriend in coffee or something,” Elsie pointed out.

“And if you guys have any more ideas you’re free to try those instead.”

Everyone looked at each other. LaFontaine sighed.

“Alright, Sheridan, if you want to give it a shot feel free.”

Elle looked at everyone. She jumped out of her seat, grabbed the marker from LaFontaine, and started writing on the whiteboard.

“Okay, I call this Operation Coffee Machine Blow Up. LaFontaine, you’ve seemed onboard with the plan from the beginning and I appreciate it, so you get to sabotage the machine…”

Elle planned everything that particular time, so she stayed away from its actual execution. Still, she couldn’t stand not seeing it happen, so she stayed at a table near the front, away from the counter, keeping her head bowed.

Danny distracting Laura: Check.

Perry keeping Carmilla preoccupied: Check.

LaFontaine gleefully messing with the coffee machine: Check. All according to plan.

When Carmilla and Laura head back to the counter, Carmilla pulled Laura in by the apron, Laura brushed some cocoa powder on her shoulder, and for a moment all of the people for Operation Hollstein held their breath at the thought that maybe they wouldn’t need to blow anything up after all. Elle rolled her eyes when they broke apart.

Elle caught the eye of the others and they all shared a really? Look of annoyance. Elle caught Laura trying to give Danny a thumbs up, almost catching LaFontaine waving their arms.

Then all Hell broke loose.

“Carmilla! Laura’s going to blow us all up!”

Elle had to admit this about her ex girlfriend; she’d broken up with her because she didn’t seem to care about anything. She’d never seen Carmilla care more than when she jumped to Laura’s side, furiously pressing buttons and trying to stop the machine. When it didn’t work, Carmilla grabbed Laura and heroically saved her from the scalding hot steam as they both landed on the ground.

She couldn’t help herself; Elle jumped up, running to Danny’s side to try and see what was happening on the ground.

Carmilla and Laura were kissing, covered head to toe with lukewarm coffee. Elle had expected to feel a sense of elation, a sort of revenge joy in seeing her ex girlfriend drenched.

Instead she felt something different. The same happy feeling she’d expected but...not because Carmilla had to deal with a broken coffee machine.

She was happy for her.

Happy that Carmilla managed to get her own coffee shop AU. Happy that the girl she’d been helping make other people fall in love for months had finally realized she wanted to make Carmilla love her too.

She was so stunned at the revelation that she didn’t even say anything as everyone else started cheering when they got up. She said nothing as LaFontaine explained their plan and nothing as Danny talked about wanting to return the favor. Elle didn’t say anything as Carmilla pulled Laura in again and everyone started congratulating each other with high fives and friendly pats on the back.

“Hey, Elle!”

She was snapped out of it by Perry, shaking her hand. “I want to say that well...that turned out to be a good plan, after all. Sorry for dismissing it every time it came up.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Carmilla was watching. Elle swallowed.

“Yeah, well, thank you. What can I say? Maybe I should find my own coffee shop to play Cupid in.”

Perry laughed, going back to talk to LaFontaine. Danny looked back to Elle, taking her hand.

“Hey, Cupid in training,” Danny said teasingly, kissing her on the cheek, “want to head out and celebrate?”

“Uh, I’ll meet you outside.”

Danny looked confused, but she agreed. Elle looked back at Carmilla, walking up to the counter.

“Carmilla?”

She turned away from Laura. “Elle. Should have guessed you’d have the world’s most extra  plan.”

“Look, I just wanted to say...congratulations, okay?” She looked at Laura. “And, um, thank you. You guys deserve this. Really.”

Laura smiled. “Thanks, Elle. I was especially happy with your match.”

Elle nodded quickly before she turned and was about to go.

“Hey, Elle,” Carmilla called after her. Elle looked back.

“You deserve this too.”

Elle smiled.

“But also, fuck you for coming up with blowing up the coffee machine.”

Laura hit Carmilla lightly and scolded her for the language. Elle laughed. She gave Carmilla a joking salute and went back to find Danny.

“What was that?” Danny asked.

“Just basking in the glory of my own success,” Elle grabbed Danny’s hand. “You know when I become famous and start setting up millionaires with my patented ‘explosion’ technique, I want you to know you’ll always come first.”

Danny snorted. “You are always so extra.”

“Hey, be nice,” Elle answered, pouting. “If I think we’re starting to have problems, who knows what will happen to the washing machine next time you use it.”

“You are lucky you’re cute.”

“Yes. Yes I am. But I’m more lucky to be dating you.”

“It wasn’t luck, it was Laura Hollis,” Danny pointed out.

Elle shook her head fondly, sighing as she pulled Danny away.

[writingasawayofliving]

Loving Someone Is Easy but Painful

Written by Abigail P. Cabrera

“Ms. Elise” I flinched when I heard my name calling from the Starbuck’s counter. I stood up and get towards the barista and get my drinks.

“Hi, sixty shots of espresso? Sexagintuple Vanilla Bean Mocha Frappuccino.” She confirmed.

“Yes, thank you.” I smiled and get my coffee.

“Thank you.” She smiled back and continue to assist other customer in line.

I’m already a regular customer here. Everytime that I need coffee to wake me up. I visit this place. Not too far away from my working place.

The taste of this coffee really hooked me up. Just too expensive though. Almost $55.00 dollars for just this famous coffee created by Andrew Chifari. Yup, I did some research and I tried it out.

“Elise?”

I looked up to the person who called my name.

“Hi?” He chuckled and the moment I recognised him. I gasped. I’m surprised though that I’ll be able to see him here in this kind of place. That I knew, he don’t even like coffee.

“L-lucas?” Pain again hit my chest so hard. Like a fresh painful memories with this person standing in front of me.

“I am! How are you?!” He laughed with joy that reflected in his eyes. He seems so excited to see me. The next thing I knew I found myself in his arms. Hugging this person I used to know or should I say, I used to love before.

“Is it really you?” I asked him cheerfully.

“I am! Hahaha” He laughed. I can say that I missed this person and the pain he caused me just suddenly let me recall everything.

“When did you came here in the Philippines? I thought you’re already living in London?”

I asked. Of course I need to sound genuine and happy for him despite of the things he did to me. I should be since I know to myself that I already moved on and I don’t feel anything towards him.

We talked about what happened in our life when we separated, just to catch up. He seems very happy already. And I am so happy for him. I know we both deserve a better person that could make us a better significant others.

“I’m so happy to see you again.” He sounds so genuine. I miss him so much. More than I could ever tell. I just don’t want to express it since he is already a married person. I’m about to cry but I need to hold my tears.

We’ve been together for ten years. We’re best friend since elementary days and when I turned eighteen, just like a best friend who fell in love to one another. H asked my mom and dad if I can be his girlfriend. And that’s the time that we changed our status from best friend to lovers.

Things are pretty doing great. Nothing changes. We’re still a best buddy. We celebrate our monthsary together with our loved ones. And during anniversary, we do travel to some places that we want to visit. I took care of him because he’s the person that I can see in my future. And I loved him more than I loved myself.

After our eight years of over flowing love, almost nine years we’ve been together. We always fight for some little things. But he never hurt me. He had a short temper since we’re already lived in. I just don’t want to argue about it. Every night I cried because instead of fixing our problem together, he will go out with his friends and go to club and have fun. While I’m here, No one to talked to. Because he knew that I only have him to comfort me.

Our fights continue to happen when I caught him chatting on twitter with a girl. The girl said that they should meet and do some stuffs. You know what I mean. I let him know about this.

“Lucas? Who’s this girl you’re chatting on twitter?” I confronted him about it.

“I told you not to touch my things, right?!” He started to shout at me. “Can you respect my privacy?!”

I don’t know but I felt the pain, It’s like a knife that fierce into my heart. I felt warm water running through my cheeks. This is the third time that I read messages of some girls that he’s chatting. I never know, he might have sex already with this girls every time that she’s going out and we have a fight.

And I already had enough. I will explode if I don’t let him know about this.

“Just tell me what’s this! Lucas!” I burst out. My lips was trembling from so much pain.

He was silent. His eyes darkened. “She’s just a friend.”

“Just a friend?! If you’re going to read this from my messages from some boys what with you feel?! Ha?!”

“Nothing.” He said bluntly.

This made me silent and the pain that I’m feeling already added more weight.

“And I don’t care.” He added.

I was speechless.

The next thing I knew I found myself slapping him so hard. “I hate you! I gave you everything! How could you do this to me!” I’m coursing him to death. “What did I do to you to deserve this?! Ha?! All I did is to love you! I did everything to make you happy! I did everything to make this relationshit works! I’m so tired, Lucas!” I felt like I lose my energy to punch his chest and did nothing but to be silent. Not even looking at me.

I fell down on the floor and keep on crying. I just felt death with what I’m feeling right now. “All I want is to love you, Lucas. I don’t know you anymore. You’re not the person I used to love. I’m so tired to love someone like you. Why is It hard to love you?”

After what happened, we broke up when he admit that she’s having sex with other girls while we’re not okay. Hearing those words from him. I can’t believe that the person I loved since we’re elementary days can hurt me like this.

He didn’t pursue me at all. So I left our apartment and move to my parent’s house. After few months he started to text me again and I just ignore him. It takes time to heal the wound that a person caused you. It will heal soon but the scars remain.

I forgot to love myself when I’m busy loving someone else. In the end of the day, when that person left you---you only had yourself.

Loving someone is too easy when they have mutual feelings to each other, but too hard to maintain the affection. Commitment is what more important, knowing that you already have a significant others that loved you more than their own self. Please don’t hurt them. Because their are so rare to have. You are already to have someone like them in your life, so for those lovers or person who’s currently on a relationship.

Please don’t hurt your significant others who loved you so much. In the end of the day, you will not meet a person as genuine as they are.

End.