#also if you saw me edit no you didnt i just decided flats looked better than the halfassed shading lol

[hellblender]

@aplacetoburymybody IT DON'T TASTE BAD THOUGH

thank you for the werewolf enrichment!! it's important for them to have novel food experiences and varied treats in their diet so they stay mentally stimulated

[deliontower]

someone you’d always known

Summary:  Bucky and y/n relationship didnt end well, after five months for not seeing each other  the walls break at Tony and Pepper anniversary party. Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word count: 2.2k Warnings: angst,  fluff, swearing, mention of pregnancy, messy break up and longing A/N: I have no self control with angst fics. Edited but might of missed some mistakes. Inspired by Epic III from Hadestown

MAIN MASTERLIST | REQUEST OPEN

Even after years of being an avengers, the morning meetings didn't get any easier.

This one was not going to be a fun one, just you and Steve were alone in the room.  You ran through everything you had done recently that could of gotten his attention, the only thing you could think of was how your relationship with Bucky was going or really the lack of relationship.  

Five months ago you had called it quits. Five months of missing him but not saying anything about it. You had only told the details to Wanda, you guessed Bucky had told Steve and maybe Sam.

"Steve, you're making me nervous. Can you just tell me why you wanted to see me?" you called out after a few minutes had passed in silence. Steve straightened his back and put on his 'cap face '. "that face doesn’t help", you wished you could joke but your nervous wouldn’t do it.

"I don’t mean to pry but I can see how hard both you and Buck are dealing with things". So you were right then.

"I don't know what he's told you-" you tried to defend yourself but Steve held his hand up. He was really in Cap mode now.

"That's the thing he hasn’t told me anything since the break up. But I've seen how you two are never in the same room and how you both try to be on missions as much as possible but never ones together".  

You couldn't meet his eyes too worried that if you did you'd break down and release everything you'd been holding in for months. "I still don't get why we needed a meeting to discuss my failed love life".    

"I want you to go on a mission" you looked up in shock, this wasn't what you expected. "It will last a year or move but it will give you both a chance to" he stopped trying to find the right words.

"get over it?" you raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't want to use those words but yes. It's not the only reason, you're the best suited for the job and we need the best" Steve had circled the table so he could stand next to you.  

"a year is a long time" you muttered chewing your lip. The thought of being gone that long was scary, alone too.  

"Think about it. I think it would do you both some good" he patted your back before leaving you alone to think.

5 months ago

You sat anxiously on your bed with Bucky pasting behind you. Your legs were bouncing while for the rest of your life to be decided. You always hated test back in school, the never ending stress and the sleepless nights that would follow. One hand held the test, the other held flat against your stomach.

God you were ready for this, you hadn't even spoke to Bucky about the future and what his plans were. He hadn't spoken yet, whatever was going on in his mind was a mystery.  You wanted to scream at your past selves for being so stupid and saying "just risk it! It'll be fine". Taking a deep breath you looked down to see what your future would be.

Negative.  

You dropped the test to the floor in shock, in relief. Bucky stopped and looked towards you waiting for the news.

"doll?"

"we're okay. I'm not pregnant". You stood up walked towards him smiling. You stopped close by him when you saw he wasn't as happy. "Buck?".

He scoffed stepping back away from you. " you don’t have to sound so happy about it". Not knowing what to say you just watched as he walked by you picking up the test you had left lying on the floor.  "did having my kid sound that bad?".

You scoffed this time, "Really?".

It looked like he was walking twice as fast than normal when he walked up to you, maybe he did.  Your eyes went down to the test in his hand. "can you even imagine it? Growing old? Having a family with me? Because I do".

You shook your head wishing he would understand. "baby please. Having kids isn't something I want right now. Not with what we do".  The risk was to much to think about, the thought of leaving behind your children without the people who love them the most. Growing up parentless yourself taught you how hard it was.

"Tony and Pepper do just fine" Bucky fought back.

Rolling your eyes you hold a hand up. "It's not the same and you know it". Fighting back tears you look away. "Why are we even talking about this now. We have years".

"maybe I don't want to wait years!" you were shocked when he yelled. Again you didn't know what to say, what could you say to make thing better now everything was out in the open.

You couldn’t look at him then, you didn’t want to see the rage in his eyes. "well then."

You knew there was no escaping Tony and Pepper's anniversary party, just the thought of seeing him was worrying. But when you did looked at him all you could feel was a deep distance longing. His long hair you would run your hands through was now cut short but your fingers still tingled with the memory.  Your whole body ached from the memory for him, all your cells cried out for him. Yet you stubborn heart wouldn't soothe the permeant aching. Closing your eyes you willed the old memories to go away.

Five months of not seeing him felt like years now. Sometimes when you were walking around the tower you would catch his presence. His coffee cup still warm on the kitchen side. Sometimes his sweatshirts were left laying on the sofa, one time you lifted it up to your nose missing his smell but when you heard someone coming you dropped it and ran.  

He was only a few steps away but you didn't move. He didn't move or even look your way.  You missed his eyes, they were so blue. The sky seemed dimer now because it couldn't compare with them.

"you can go over to him" Wanda said from behind you. You took your eyes from Bucky to face her.

"He can't even look at me Wan" you voice wobbled. "I miss him so much but we just want different things". She pulled you in to a hug, hugging her back you let yourself go. "Maybe I should take Steve up on that mission", you muttered wiping away some tears.  

Tony tapping on his glass brought your attention to him, Pepper was by his side with Morgan in her arms. "thank you everyone for coming, even if some of you didn’t want too". Tony looked briefly over at you with a smirk.    He looked at Pepper and Morgan and his smirk changed in to a look for pure love. "Pep when I met you, I was a mess" everyone laughed along. " I don't know why but when I saw you, I felt like you were someone I had always known".

Unable to help yourself you looked over to help to Bucky who was looking at Tony too but his mind was somewhere else. You turned back to Tony.

"and when I hold you it feels like I'm holding the world.  When I hold our little girl the world seems bigger and smaller at the same time" he smiled and touched Morgan's cheek. "there are no words for what I feel when I'm with our family".

You could remember what that feeling was, to be so happy you couldn't find the words. Closing your eyes again against the tears you could still feel Bucky's arms wrapped around you, the cold metal and the warm skin making you feel at home. You opened them and let the tears fall down your face. You felt all your cells stop when you saw the blue eyes you had missed.

You didn’t know when he had started looking at you or why he had chosen to keep looking. Your heart wobbled when you thought maybe he was thinking the same thing, that he was missing you just as much.  You looked away first unable to feel his eyes on you anymore.

Muttering an excuse to Wanda you left the party, the closer the door got the harder it was to hold in the tears. You could still hear Tony speech in the background but the hard beating of your heart was louder.

When you were far enough away from the party and the people a sob left your lips. You covered your mouth with one hand and  pressed a hand on the corridor wall and stood there. More muffled cries left your lips.

You jumped when an arm turned you around, you jumped again when you looked down and saw the arm was metal. Still crying you tail your graze up his arm and to his face. You couldn't talk just let out unsteady breaths.

"Doll, what's wrong?" those blue eyes were covered in worry.

You tried to pull away shaking your head. "Please don't call me that", you throat hurt from crying. His worry changed to confusion and hurt. "i can't do this". You tried again to get away from him but you couldn't put any fight in to it.

"talk to me" he plead, he rubbed his hand up and down your arm. You looked away from him, hoping you would stay strong if you didn't look in his eyes. "Y/N".

"There's nothing to talk about anymore" you said quietly finally looking at him. "I can't be near you Bucky and i can't be away from you either! I can't do anything" you cried. After another sob you laid your head in the crook of his neck, more sobs left then they wouldn't be held anymore, gripping on to his shirt.

You felt his shaking arms wrap around you waist, lifting you face from his neck to read his face. You saw he was doing his best to hold in his own tears. He kissed your cheek and pulled away, "i love you", next he kissed your forehead "I love you" and finally he kissed your lips. But you didn't let him pull away, still gripping on to his shirt you pulled him closer. Marvelling in him, in his touch, in his smell, in everything he was and what he did to your heart.

"I love you" you muttered against his lips. Before he could speak again you pulled him back to your lips. Soft touches turned hungry, both of you were pulling and gripping on to each other. While your heart soared  it also hurt with the separation that would follow.

He stopped this time, you could see traces of your lipstick on his lips. He brushed an fallen strand of hair from your face, your skin ran warm when his hand stayed by your face. "I get what Stark was saying 'bout holding the whole world in his arms".

"Bucky" you sighed softly. He had been thinking what you had, felt the same aching from not having you close by. But things hadn't changed, you wanted different things. Shaking still you pushed yourself away from him. "I have a mission i need to get ready for". You spoke numbly, so numb Bucky was too shocked to follow you.

You didn't feel yourself, could only hear the noises coming from the party. Not even wanting to know what sate you were in, the only thing you could think about was finding Steve.

He was station at the bar with Sam, "Steve?" you called out. He was smiling before he faced you. You held your hand up so he wouldn't speak. "I'm okay, don't worry. I wanted to tell you that I'll do the mission. I can be ready first thing".

He scanned your face, it took everything to hold yourself together while he thought of something to say. "if you're sure".

"You were right. I need time away" you voice came out unsteady.

"Okay, I'll see you in the morning"

Bucky couldn't process what had happened.

One minute he was in the heart of the party with Nat at his side, letting the words of Tony's speech wash over him. Then he spotted you across the room. E/C eyes closed with fresh tears falling down you cheeks. The words from Tony's speech were echoing in his mind.

All he could think about was how you used to feel in his arms. You always felt a small bird nesting in his arms. He was one of the rare people who saw you when everything was to much, he couldn't help but wonder who filled that part now.

Then you opened your eyes and more tears fell, when you saw he was looking right at you, it didn't take long for you to run from the room.  He found you pressed against a wall crying harder.  And you were once again that small bird in his arms, letting your walls down. For a moment he let himself think everything would be okay, he let himself imagine that when the morning came you would be in his arms still.

But you pulled away and left him with the hash truth. The truth hurt but it had to be said.  A day hadn't passed where he didn't regret what happened. If only he had been more understanding, five months for running over everything you said had finally become clear. But it had become clear to late, the damage had been done.

After clearing the flog in his mind he followed where you went, hoping he'd find you again pressed against a wall again holding in more tears. He found Steve instead walking towards him. "Buck we need to talk".

"I need to find y/n first" Bucky tried to walk past him but Steve stopped him.

"i don't think it's a good idea bud, for either of you" Steve patted his friends back and lead them back to the party.

After a night mostly filled with more tears and sleepless hours, you stood in front of a jet watching kits and weapons be packed up. The single bag you could bring was also piled with everything. You had said a quick goodbye to Wanda the night before, letting everything out.

"got everything?" Steve asked from beside you watching everything be loaded.

"can't take much can I?" you laughed. You reached in your pocket and brought out an letter. "could you give this to Bucky? I don't have the guts to face him after last night".

It wasn't hard to imagine that Bucky would of told Steve about what happened. He'd seen two people he cared about hurt and couldn't do anything to help. "sure" he smiled folding the letter and slipping it in his own pocket.

You jumped up and hug in quickly, "see you in a year" .

Steve hugged you back and watched the jet set off. He hoped this idea was a good one, he just wanted them to be happy. When the jet was out of view he left to find Bucky to hand over your letter.  Choosing to let him read the letter alone, Steve pushes the letter under the door.

Bucky's tired eyes squinted his eyes at the piece of paper that had been pushed under his door, his heart froze when he saw you familiar writing.  His tired legs wobbled over to where it was carefully picking it up and opening it.

Bucky, I can't face you again. I think if i did I wouldn't leave and i need too. We both need time to heal, time to learn what we need. I wish we didn't end the way we did, i wish i had the courage to talk about it.

I can't say how much I've missed you. I knew last night would be hard, actually seeing you after months of catching nothing but hints of you. Small things no one else would. And when i was near you, taking you in with no limits was everything i wanted. I just can't look past what happened and how we don't want the same things.

Who knows maybe in a year or more we'll be good. Maybe I'll come back and be able to imagine a future of hope and not one of my fears.

Don't worry about waiting for me, if you find someone who makes you happy then be happy, i just want you to be happy.

I love you y/n  

No one heard much from you over the next 16 months, only updates on the mission. Bucky told no one but every night he would read and reread your letter, tracing the letters with his finger. He imagined you reading those words. He clung on to the last words, i love you. The last thing he said to you.

He worried about you even though he knew you would be okay. He had seen you fight before, seen the power you had. During nights he hardly slept and the times he did sleep he dreamt you were in his arms whispering sweet nothings while pressed against his chest. The times he didn't sleep he would walk around the tower trying to exhaust himself like now but this time was different.

As he walked down the halls he heard the hum of the lift, confused he waited to see who would be using it this late at night. Probably Bruce working on something in his lab. He started to turn away not feeling like talking but stopped in his tracks when someone spoke.

"Still got that shitty sleep schedule?" you chuckled. You voice was more happy than the last time he saw you. When he turned around his heart jumped. You were thinner that before but looked more alive.

"Doll" he thought you would turn away from the nickname like you did last time but your smile grew.

"You gonna just stand there or greet me? Been fighting my arse off for 16 months" you dropped your bag to the floor waiting for him. He didn't need to be asked twice before colliding in to you. You stumbled back with the weight of the super solider but held him closer to you. His head was tucked in to crook for your neck, you sighed and played with his hair. "I never told you I liked you new hair. I loved it long but this suits you better".

"Can't sleep without you" he muttered into your neck. You hummed still messing  with his hair. Lifting his face level with yours you traced his jawline. Hesitantly you pressed your lips on his cheek. When you pulled away he turned his head so he could get to your lips. A muffled breath sounded in the back of your throat in surprise . He worried you'd pull away but you kissed back, smiling against his lips.

You pulled back smiling, "take it you missed me".

"you have no idea how much" he smiled for the first time in what felt like years and held you closer not intending on letting you go again.  

[paradoxidolatry]

Brotherly Love

@birdhole , @beatconductor a lil bit

TG: hey TG: sup

TT: Hey. TT: Not much.  Lunch break at work. TT: Sup?

TG: oh thats sweet TG: sucks theres no free pizza in it when you work as a cop huh TG: i guess its overall kind of a step up from the pizza gig tho

TT: Right? Free donuts though. TT: But nah, yeah, not so bad. TT: Didn't get a chance to tell you about it but I figure Dave or whoever's already spilled those beans. TT: Kinda weird, right?

TG: yeah dave told me TG: donuts just like a real cop huh TG: still cant quite wrap my head around this cop thing tbh TG: i can see you working as a LOT of things but a cop? thats wild

TT: Yeah. TT: I mean, I figured.  Got all that military experience, right? TT: But I didn't want to go back to the military. TT: Plus, working as a cop is an equal mix of 'keeps me active' and 'allows me to work around certain roadblocks in regards to the acquisitions business', so it was a good compromise. TT: Better than fast food and skin flicks again, at any rate.

TG: i mean i guess that makes logical sense n all TG: still fucking wild as shit to me TG: guess you can still wear a uniform even its obviously not as sweet as the fast food ones

TT: Yeah, I really miss that old greasy apron. TT: But what can you do?

TG: the grease just made your eyes pop in that special way ykno TG: chicks love it

TT: They fuckin do, don't they? TT: But somethin tells me you didn't message me to talk about the chicks missing my pizza funk.

TG: you sure about that? its a pretty great topic you could write a book on it become rich quick with your pick up tips

TT: Hey, I'm already on chapter 7: the Sausage Party. TT: But really though. TT: What's up, boss?

TG: nothing TG: i was just TG: thinking about you is all

> Heart, squeeze. TT: That right? TT: Cool, cool. TT: Was thinking about you earlier too, actually.

TG: oh? any reason or

[Dave txt @ bro] im watching u [Dave txt @ bro] > that chicken image

TT: Just, y'know. TT: Was outside on a smoke break and I saw a couple of pigeons hanging out, eating some sandwich or some shit on the sidewalk and like. TT: Got me thinking about you, and like. TT: I spent the past 13 years thing you're dead or some shit, and now you're alive and it's. TT: Just fuckin buck wild. TT: Pardon me for sound fucking sappy but it's kind of like a dream come true.

[TT > Dave: I'm behaving, dad.]

TG: ...am i a pigeon now? tho i do admit i would eat that floor sandwich(edited) TG: yeah its...its fucking wild huh? TG: kinda thought id never see you again even after TG:  i got away and shit TG: idk why not like you up and died but? after looking for you and you werent there i dunno i guess TG: i thought you just TG: werent going to come back TG: ...you didnt even see my wings yet you dont get to relate me to birds just yet dude

TT: I mean, I saw them in a picture. TT: One of you and Dave and a bunch of trolls and some old dude in front of a candy cane dildo? TT: But also you post about birds and shit all the time, so I figured that was sort of your Thing now. TT: And ... well.  I dunno. TT: Almost didn't. TT: I was just gonna stay on Earth, maybe pop in to visit every so often. TT: But then all that shit happened and Dave wasn't answering my messages, so I thought he was dead too, and...well. TT: I guess I'm, uh... grateful to the apocalypse for.  I guess bringing you back to me? TT: Well, no. TT: But like, at least letting me know you're alive.

TG: oh...yeah thats TG: thats my sisters actually and uh..shit what even is grig? grandpa i guess TG: already know mr d after all TG: i mean... im not sure how i feel yet TG: i guess im sorta glad because TG: i mean it has been my embarrassing dream to play family with you again for a while TG: i want to be a family again TG: a lot TG: its just TG: hard

TT: Sisters, huh?  Well damn, you got the whole family package with these folks, huh? TT: Nice.  How long you been with them? TT: Yeah, I figured. TT: I didn't, and don't, make it easy. I know. TT: A lot easier when you were a baby, even if our folks were shit, just cuz, y'know. TT: Everything hadn'tt happened yet. TT: Hadn't started to completely fuckin lose my mind and treat you like dogshit. TT: But I mean.  I dunno. TT: I'm not gonna force you or nothin. TT: But if you ever wanted to come backto the apartment and chill for a day, see how you feel about it? TT: That'd be uh. TT: That'd be really nice.

TG: 3 years TG: as long as ive been TG: away from scratch... TG: i..yeah i guess maybe TG: can you even handle seeing me get gay with dave tho

TT: God.  You were with Scratch that whole fuckin time? TT: Fuckin sonnuvabitch refused to tell me what he did with you. TT: Anyway. TT: Handling y'all and your homogay is a small price to pay at the end of the day. TT: Even if it's still. TT: Kinda really weird from my perspective. TT: But I respect y'all and he takes good care of you, so I can't complain too much, right?

TG: ...yeah like ten years TG: kinda fucked up huh TG: ill..ill think about it TG: okay so im gonna be real with you here for a sec okay TG: i TG: messaged you because i was talking to dave and i realized i missed you and TG: that i TG: kindawantahugiguess

TT: ...Yeah? TT: I can do a hug, yeah. TT: Where are you?  I can meet you, if you wanna.

TG: ...workin TG: at [coords] TG: dont arrest me mr officer these drugs are prescription

TT: I'll leave the cuffs in the car. TT: What happens off-duty stays off-duty, though, so. TT: See you in five.

TG: kay > Try not to freak out. Freak out anyways.

> Pull up by the curb a short walk away and park. > Look, you even pay for the parking meter and everything. > Step out of the car in your full uniform and approach Sock, one hand in  your pocket, the other raised in a wave hello.

> Oh god, he really fucking is a god damn cop. That's so damn weird. God. > Not as weird as randomly meeting up with him for a hug though. Damn it that was the dumbest idea. > You wave back, trying hard to look cool and not like you are dying on the inside and failing miserably.

> You stride up alongside him and... ...well, now what, actually. > Neither of you are very good at this kind of planning, are you. > Damnit, Striders. "Hey." > Now just to... > ... > Open your arms up? > Yeah.  That's how hugs happen.

> Oh god, he's going right for it.Oh god. Not even small talk or anything really bro? > Maybe that's better anyways because god know you don't know what to say. "Hey." > You take a deep breath and you...Go for the fucking hug. Squeeze that big bro tight.

> Aww shit here it comes and here he is.  All up and hugging you. > Actually, that's uh. > That's real nice. > You wrap your arms around him and pull him in for a good, tight hug. > It's probably not the most comfortable thing, what with your radio strapped onto your chest and name plates aand shit, but. > At least for you?  This is a fucking good hug. > (Don't you dare tear up in public.)

> You don't really care about the cofort level of this, it's something you've been craving for 13 years now, a little radio isn't going to stop you from enjoying it. > It's nice. It's familiar, like all the good parts of Bro you've been missing wrapped up for you in one big huggable form. Easy to forget all the shit for a moment. > But the moment does end and when you pull away you have to wipe at you eyes like an idiot. "Uh...Th-thanks."

> Aww, shit goddamn.  He's teaaring up too under those glasses. > You swipe one knuckle under your shades, and you take a steaadying breath. "Hey, yeah, no problem." > Breathe easy, Strider.  You glance up for a moment as you see a fatass snowflake come drifting down, then you look to Sock again. "Hey, you wanna maybe grab some lunch with me?  Haven't eaten yet and it's still my break, so."

> Well at least you are both sappy motherfuckers now. > Oh. You didn't expect that. You think about what Dave told you earlier "Stay in control" and promptly decide to fuck that advice because shit. You are already here. You already went for it like an idiot. "Yeah sure. Gonna have Donuts like a proper cop?" > You make such a face at the snow. Ugh, you didn't really prepare for that kinda weather, fuck.

> You snort a laugh and give your flat stomach a pat. "Gotta work on that signature cop gut, don't I? C'mon." > You gesture behind you with a jerk of your thumb. "Hop in up front.  You can pick the place."

"Hell yeah you do. You look like a fake ass striper cop dude." > You get into the car and immediately get the seatbelt. Doesn't feel safe otherwise. You don't really like cars still but you can't pin point why. It's just a weird personality quirk yeah? But you are used to being in one at this point of your life. > Just drive carefully. Please.

> You hop in and buckle up too, both pleased and a litttle saddened that you didn't even need to remind Sock to put on his seatbelt. > Poor kid. > Luckily, you are an impeccably safe driver, and the drive to Wherever is smooth and uneventful.

> Old habits die hard. > You feel kind of awkward in the car with him, it's too silent for our tastes. > You get out of the car at whatever this amazing food place he's taking you is. Fingers crossed for fast food- "Y'know kinda funny. Always figured my first frive in a cop car would be because I'm getting arrested."

> You snort a laugh.  It's Sock's old favorite pizza place. > God you hope he still likes this shit. > Also this wasn't a Pizza Pimp before, was it?  It was Gino's-- > Wait. > Ugh, well, maybe Dave's not at work. "If you're planning on getting arrested, you're doing this pushing thing wrong, kid."(edited)

> Oh the Pizza Pimp. Fucking score. Maybe Dave is there, that would be rad. "I didn't say I was, I said I didn't think I'd ride a cop car otherwise. Your hearing getting bad?" > You immediately freeze after saying that. Oh man, actually sassing Bro though? Please don't hit me.

> Dave is unfortunately not there, but he sure would love to.

> You catch that freeze, and you... > You snort a little, before pointing to your ears. "Too many concerts and phat-ass beats.  Knew I shouldn't have gotten all up and personal with those speakers.  Who knew the grown-ups were right about that?" > You smile, and it's a little awkward cuz you sure as hell have never been the smiling type, before you hold open the door for him. "C'mon, before we freeze our asses off."

> Oh. Okay. It's cool. It's chill. In a quite literal sense even so you get your silly ass inside. > A smile though? You haven't seen your brother smile in...far longer than you haven't seen him for sure. > That little scare knocked the speech right out of you though so you just awkwardly sit down at the next best table, suddenly really not sure how good of an idea this was.

> You take a seat opposite him, and when the server approaches, you order yourself a water instead of a soda. > Who are you, even. > You glance over the menu, humming softly.  Some of these item names... fitting for a place called Pizza Pimp. "You wanna split one, or do individuals, or?"

> Who is he indeed. You order a black coffee instead of apple juice though, so maybe the traditional Strider beverages are just staying outside today. "Uhhh..Not super hungry honestly I don't mind sharing one." > You haven't been able to eat a whole pizza at once in a while but you don't say that.

"Alright.  We'll split a medium and you can take the rest home if you want." > You let him pick the toppings too.  This really is a strange Strider day.

> The strangest. Do they have nuggets as topping because you want that.

> They might have like, baked chicken, which is kinda like nuggets and also? Is Carro-approved.

> Do you think the pizza pimp doesn't have a nugget topping what kinda fool do you take Dave for.

> A big one. >:3

> LISTEN Nuggets have been added like at least two months ago. Cock Special.

> Goddamnit, Dave.

> Sock loves Dave and the Cock Special Pizza. Prepare ya taste buds Bro.(edited)

"One Cock Special with extra cock please" > Yes, this is exactly how you order.

> Oh your face. > You're so fucking proud.  Dave sure is your little brother, and so too is Sock. > Bless these fucking kids.

"Hope you like it, it's my fav." > Both the pizza and you know.

> Yeah.  Yeah, you know. "Sure I will." > Snort a laugh. "This sure isn't Gino's anymore, huh.  You remember that place?"

"Oh yeah. Man..That's been a while. Clover gifted the place to Dave what? 2 years ago?" > Back when you were on a no homo basis. Memories.

> [Clover: nya face]

"Used to be your favorite, but maybe that's because it was free when I worked here. ...Clover?"

"I'm always a slut for free food but I still digged their shit later. Oh uh..Yeah. Little green guy? 4 of the Felt?" > Should..You now have mentioned that?

> [Dave] Oh no.

> There's this shift in your face.  It's not a frown, but a certain tightening of your lips as you're hit with the full brunt of what Sock just said. "...Dave's...doing business with the Felt?"

> WHOOPSIES >Oh. Oh, oh, oh shit. You fucked up. You didn't really think about that when you said it. At all. Shit. Fuck. Damn. "Hahaha whaaaat? Noooo. Of course not! He'd never uh...Clover is just y'know his uh... Sugar daddy yeah. Cash money man, can't say no to that even from a greenie right?" > Well it's not entirely a lie. You are sweating though.

> You paw at your face and you sit back in your seat, eyebrows knit together tightly. > Looks like you're going to have to have a little talk with Dave when you get home. "...No, guess not.  Desperate times and all that, right?"

"Yeah exactly! Haha..." > God this is uncomfortable. You are going to warn Dave but you already feel like shit. Fuck. "Don't...Don't hurt him okay?" > There's fear in your eyes now. Not for you but for your boyfriend, which is so much worse in your eyes.

> That snaps you Right out of your bad thought spiral and you quickly wave your hand. "Hey, no, no.  Not gonna hurt him.  It's chill." > There's that smile again, even if it's uneasy and a bit green around the gills.  Your brother and the Felt... "Really.  Just surprised he hadn't mentioned it before now."

> [Dave] GUESS WHY.

" 'kay..." > He probably hadn't mentioned it for a reason. You couldn't have known Dave wasn't supposed to do business with the Felt but you still feel like shit. It makes sense in hindsight and considering your history of course but...You just plain didn't know. > The Pizza arrives but you suddenly don't feel very hungry at all, sipping on you coffee awkwardly instead.

> You're, similarly, not hungry, but you've got to salvage this.  Not telling when or if Sock will agree to see you again after this. "Sorry, I just... Y'know, getting offered a gift by those guys.  If they had snatched Dave too..." > You shake your head, and sigh it off.  Out with the bad. "But they didn't, and that's that.  So." > You take up a slice of the pizza and you point is casually at Sock, an eyebrow quirked. "What're you out there peddling?"

> Oh. You'd really rather not follow that line of thought, yeah.  Smooth topic change. "Dude, don't think I should be discussing that with a cop in a pizzeria. Mr D would murder me man."

"Hey." > You make a show of taking off your badge and laying it upside down on the table. "Off-duty, not a cop.  So is it the good shit, or is it like, oregano in a dimebag being passed off as weed."

"We're still in public man." > And you don't want to piss off your Dad on top of the shit you just pulled.

"Yeah, yeah.  Weren't you in public anyway?" > You chuckle a little and you point toward the kitchen area. "Your big bro used to sell shitty dimebags out of there, way back.  Dealt to all the line cooks."

" Course you did." > You roll your eyes behind your shades. "What you want an inventory list? Okay I'll just tell you my favorite product aight? Kinder Überraschungseier......The surprise is Cocaine." > Huh, sure did slip into your mother tongue there. Welp..

> Okay.  You actually laugh then. "You're selling Kinder Überraschungseier full of Cocaine.  Shut the fuck up, seriously?" > You're nodding approvingly now. "That's a fucking great idea.  Where the fuck'd you get the chocolates, though? Make them yourself?"

> That makes you feel..really proud? Huh. You can't stop the big dorky grin from spreading on your face. "Best idea I ever had, honestly. I'm importing them from earth, duh. Along with a bunch of other banned sweets and shit. Who the fuck thought peeps are illegal anyways?"

> You balk at that and you laugh again. "Peeps are illegal here-- wait, shit, right." > Smack your forehead. "That's my job to know that now.  Wow, fuckin fire me now."

"Maybe I should show you my stock, just as a reminder. A fucking lot of dumb shit is. Fucking Lattes were banned man. Until the King unbanned them just for Jude which is honestly so fucking stupid. Way to play favorite, just like royalty should am I right? Not that I'm complaining, love me a big fat Latte." > Man it's...Nice to be able to make that kind of shit tier level german dick joke and to know you're gonna be understood just fine.

> You snort your water and you pull a face,but you're clearly goofing around a loving it. "Fucking nasty, dude.  I don't need to hear about your love of big hot fuckin Lattes."

"Aren't you glad the prospitian monarchy digs a steaming hot Latte too? What a life that would be otherwise." > You snort yourself.

"Jesus christ.  Fuckin whities, dude." > You stuff some pizza in your mouth and you talk withyour mouth full like the fat nasty trash you are. "Can you believe I have to work with them?  Like what the fuck."

"The Queen gives me the creeps with her I love everyone bull. And the King seems like a huge fucking idiot so...Congrats man. Jackpot."

"Not had the chance to meet either, but this is the closest I've gotten to infiltrating the corrupt government yet.  Maybe if I keep my shit up, I can finally overthrow them from the inside." > You are entirely dead seriouus.

"What's the masterplan? Shoot them in public?" > You aren't but you also don't mind the topic. Not a fan of these guys.

"Nah, nah, nothing like that.  Too messy.  Besides." > You gesture at the scar that runs oveer your eyes. "Never been a fan of guns."

"I know." > Hell maybe you should be grateful he ain't. Swords fucked you over bad enough. "Seems like a popular approach is all. Like historically or whatever. But I guess you gotta go for something less stale huh?"

"Of course.  Flashy's the only way to be when you're taking out a corrupt system of government."

"Looking forwards to the show Bro." > Except you hope he's fucking joking.

> You totally fucking aren't. > You toss him a wink, which of course he can't see all that well behind your shades. "Hope it's a good one.  You gonna eat any pizza, lil bro?"

"Oh, right." > You finally grab a piece too. "How's the Cock Special?"

> Stuff the rest of your piece into your mouth and brush the crumbs off of your fingers. "It's not big hot Latte, but it's nice and tasty all up in my mouth, so it'll do."

"I mean we can grab a Latte next time-" > Did you just say next time. Did you just imply you want to meet up like this again? Shit. > Stuff your mouth with Pizza real quick.

> Oh. > Oh... That makes yourr heart do the smiley emote. > You grin a liittle bit about that and you say, voice kinda soft, "Yeah... alright.  I'd like that."

"Me too...I think." > If you don't hurt my boyfriend tonight that is, is what you think.

> Don't you worry, Sock.  Not gonna hurt your boyfriend tonight. > You're not gonna be home, so Dave gets to go unhurt for another night.

> Or any other night Bro.(edited) > Or day, or ever:

> Well, at least you'll try to keep your cool when you talk to Dave about it later.

> That's a good start.

> Fuck yeah.  Before you all finish up here, you nod back to the streets now lightly coat with snow. "You going back to your corner, right?  You need a jacket?"

"I mean, I'll live..." > But it's pretty obvious that you don't have any especially warm clothes on you, you know like an idiot.

"Yeah, and you'll get sick, doofus." > You shrug off your jacket--it's a plain black windbreaker, while you wait for your city issue polcie jacket to come in--and you ball it up, handing it over to him. "Here."

> You open your mouth to respond but the Jacket is already in your hands. Oh. That's..Oh. > Is that what it's like to have a caring older brother? "Thanks..." > The Jacket is far too big for you and smells like Bro. It's a weird feeling to put it on. Like a hug you can wear. > Your heart is doing several emotions.

"Hey, no sweat. No good to go out there to work if you're just gonna freeze to death, yeah?" > You have the server bring you all a box for the leftovers, and you give those to him, too. > You stand from the stand and stretch. "Alright, my lunch is about over.  You ready to go?

"Uh, yeah." > You are still trying to sort your feelings over all of this. It's weird. It's nice. > It's what you wanted all along. > Except for the part where you are scared about Dave. > You get up too feeling like a huge fool.

> You, very very carefully, put your hand on his back and lead him out back into the cold. > Look to him, then to your car. "Back to tthe same corner? Or you got anywhere else you need to be?"

> You tense up just a little at the touch but let it happen anyways. "Y-yeah same place." > You just get into the car quickly to cut off the awkward moment. Not without putting on your seatbelt of course.

> Always seatbelt first, kid! > You buckle in and drive him back to the street corner you found him on, putting the car into park but not getting out. "Alright.  Don't get into any trouble, alright?  Oh, and patrol comes past here in about 30 minutes, so be cool when they pass, yeah?"

"Oh uh..Okay. See you, I guess." > You wave an awkward goodbye, overwhelmed by a lot of conflicting emotions.

> You're about to drive off, but then you open the door and, hanging halfway out, you call to him, "Hey! Love you, Sock."

> That just leaves you starring for a moment. Did he just-? Does he? What. Can not compute. "L-Love you too Bro..." > You are not sure if he heard that with the way you mumbled that. You are not sure if you want him to or not. > It's only getting weirder. > But it also warms your birdy little heart.

> You heard it--you've actually got pretty good hearing still, despite all tthatt music and shit. > You smile and wave again before ducking back into your car and driving off.

> The patrol driving by half an hour later doesn't find a drug dealer, just a crying kid in some back alley. > This absolutely kills the bird.

[c-rankin93]

CHANCE MEETING PART 1 & 2

Hi guys! For the last month I have been editing my old fic's, and have posted them on wattpad. (The link to that is on my tumblr page) I've decided to put a few one shots together that have been edited. Here is the first one... hope you like it! ❤❤ P.s I'm not tagging because I don't know if anyone wants to be tagged in these because they are old fic's :) ** A/N: Finn is an up and coming actor (like nico. I also love his style so I went with that too). He bumps into a young women who isn’t swooned by him and he becomes in captivated by her. This is set in modern times around 2013. ** “Oh shit… I’m so sorry I still don’t know how to use my bloody feet even after 22 years” The young women huffed whilst she bent down picking up the condense of what had spilled out of her handbag. She had been to busy replying to emails as she walked through the streets of London, whilst doing so she failed to see the dense crack in the pavement causing her to trip and land into some strangers arms. She still hadn’t dared to look up to see who she had bumped into allowing her raven hair to cover her face. Notably she was embarrassed over the incident, but more then anything she just wanted to leave the scene of the crime. She noticed movement from the corner of her eye to see the stranger was now bent down next to her helping her collect her belongings. Turning her head she took a glimpse at the strangers face, her mouth dried up taking in the georgous features of the fit young man smiling back at her. “No really it’s fine” he replied; passing her some pens and a make-up brush. He was dressed in fitted grey skinny leg jeans, a oversized red and white knitted sweater that was rolled up to his elbows and black combat boots. His sweet face looked recognisable, but she didnt know how. She had only moved to London 3 weeks ago; plus she didn't socialise with anyone besides her two friends. She studied him for for a few seconds more before the light bulb in her head went off. “Are you that actor from that show… Ahh what is it…” She ran her her fingers through her soft hair removing it away from her face as she concentrated. They remained squatted in front of her handbag on a busy London street, but they both didn’t care. He let out a small laugh and his smile radiated towards her more, it was almost blinding. “If your thinking of the TV show ‘common’ then yes that’s me” he said shyly. “Your name is Finn right, Finn Nelson?” She questioned rising slowly to a standing position. They still had their eyes lock onto each other, the world around them was just a blur for now. They were both brought out of their gaze by an awkward clearing of a throat. Quickly they switched their attention to another young lad about their age pushing his glasses back. “Yup that’s me, and this is Archie… And you are?" Finn asked polietly extended his hand to shake hers. "Oh right, my name is Rae… Rae as in Rachel not Raymond before you get all cocky and ask” she joked and they all started to laugh. She shook his hand and waved to Archie who was standing slightly behind Finn. She was actually grateful she decided to look decent today, she quickly appraised her outfit as she straightened out her clothes slightly. She wore her sky blue skinny leg jeans with faux rips around the knees, her lemon blouse that hugged her curves especially her large breasts (who she caught him looking at a few times), white cardigan and white flats. She let her hair fall freely and had a light dusting of makeup. She usually never dressed like this usually, preferring to chose comfort over style. But today she was on the way to meet her best friend Chloe at a fancy cafe, so she didn’t think it was appropriate to turn up in her sweats and band T. “Nice to meet you Rae as in Rachel” he laughed at her cheekiness. “Well since my little sister is such a big fan of the show would it be ok if I got a photo with you, ya know to rub it in a little?” She asked biting the corner of her lower lip, causing him to gulp. “Yeah, yeah of course not a problem” he gestured his arms towards himself, whilst she fumbled around in her handbag looking for her phone. She clicked into her camera as he put his arm around her shoulders. They exchanged a small smile before the phone was raised to take a selfie together. “Thank you heaps, I better let you lads go… Nice to meet you both. And Finn sorry for the run in” she waved goodbye to both of them and hurried off in the opposite direction. Finn turned to watch her get lost in the crowd before turning his attention back to Archie. He wished he had of gotten the chance to say goodbye before she left, instead of giving her a dopey smile. “Well that was a first” Archie said slapping Finn on the back. Both continued to walk the familiar street back to the apartment they shared. “What do ya mean?” “Well that was the first lass not dropping her panties over you…” Archie joked. “Yeah. I guess so, it was nice I guess". "she was very curvy..” Archie gestured his hands like he was mimicking her silhouette. “And very beautiful” he finished. “Ya know Arch for a gay man you like a women’s body. And yes she was very beautiful… Very beautiful” blush rose on his cheeks when saw Archie smirking at him. “Come on mate we have to get ready for tonight.. Chop is dragging us out to the club tonight” Archie moaned picking up the pace so they could arrive home earlier. —— Rae finally arrived home around 5pm that day after being dragged shopping with Chloe after their lunch date at the cafe. She was exhausted. Crashing down on her settee, she decided to look through her phone and came across the photo of her and Finn. She smiled at decided to upload it to her twitter account, she started to follow him over a year ago not thinking much of it. @raeraeearl so I nearly fell flat on my face today, but I got a photo with this lad out of it though @realfinnnelson #totherescue Rae giggled as she uploaded the photo, placing her phone on the coffee table so she could make herself a strong tea in the kitchen. She came back to the settee and switched on the TV looking for something to watch before she had to get ready for the night out with the girls. She was not in the mood to party but she promised izzy and Chloe weeks ago that she would be there. Her phone buzzed and she looked at her notifications. @realfinnnelson is following you! @realfinnnelson retweeted you! @realfinnnelson @raeraeearl anytime girl! Nice meeting you. Another time maybe :’) #chancemeeting Rae’s face went bright red as she re-read her notifications over and over. Before she couldn’t reply she glanced up at her clock. “Shit I have to get ready” she murmured to herself before dashing off to the bathroom. —— “Chop what is this place?” Finn complained as they walked into the club. Finn was never one for big night clubs and would rather head to the local pub for a pint of two. The music was loud and the lights could cause an epileptic fit to anyone at anytime. “Oh Finny boy live a little look at all the lasses around here” he shouted trying to be heard over the music. Finn didn’t care about girls, they just threw themselves at him for his name and what he looks like… They never lasted more then one date, so he decided that being single was best. Well that was until he bumped into a certain lass... “Yeah whatever Chop lets just get a pint at the bar aye” he said in Chop's ear as they started walking through the masses of people dancing. After ordering a round of pints they grabbed a table near the dance floor and glanced around watching bodies jump around. Finn was busy looking at his pint when he felt Archie nudge him. “Isn’t that Rae” Archie yelled at Finn before cocking his head towards the dancefloor. Finn's head shot up and he started to look around until his eyes fell on a dancing raven haired beauty. Her arms were flowing freely in the air and her hair was floating down her back, her black mini dress and black stockings shone against the lights. Finn was mesmerised just watching her dance so freely. “Who’s Rae? And is that her in the black?” Chop asked, Finn nodded leaving Archie fill in the blanks. “A lass that bumped into us today, she was dead nice and I think Finny boy may have a crush. Heard him giggling to himself looking at his phone today after she upload a photo of them. Giggly git” Archie laughed and Finn swung his arm to connect with Archie to shut him up. “Well go talk to her ya dickhead look at those fucking assets” Chop pretending to jiggle fake books in front of his chest. “And plus that red head next to her is a little minx so I might chat to her” he continued before getting out of the seat and walking towards the girls. Finn quickly followed him, because knowing chop he would embarrass the shit out of him. “Hiya ladies. Care for some company?” Chop asked the girls. “Finn..” Rae gasped when she saw Finn walk up behind his friend; looking sexy as hell. “Hiya Rae” he lent over to her ear so she could hear him over the bass. “Wanna get a drink with me girl?” She smiled nodding and reached out for his hand which he offered her. She turned to Izzy and Chloe telling them she would see them later. Izzy giggled and waved her off turning her attention to Chop and Chloe stood there dumbfounded. —– Finn and Rae spent the next hour chatting away in a private booth far away from the dancefloor. They felt like they were in there own little world, they barley noticed the flock of girls that kept walking upto them, instead they chose to ignore all outsiders. Rae looked at her watch as it was nearing midnight and she could barely stay awake much longer. “I had fun with you tonight Finn, but I’m really needing to head home. I’m exhausted” she yawned. “Of course I’ll get you a taxi… Rae?” He asked nervously. “Yeah?” “Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?” As soon as he ask the question her eyes lit up and a wide smile reached across her face. His nerves turned into butterfly’s as he reached out and grabbed her hand. It was something about this moment that had Finn lost in every expression that crossed her face. She was the only women he could see. “I’d love to” ** THE DATE: PART 2 Seven o'clock was nearing; the anticipation of the date was driving Rae crazy. It had been over two years since she last dated, mind you he was a curly haired git who only got a kick out of telling Rae she could do no better. She had dated Liam just over 4 months before kicking him to the curb, having finally had enough of his poor attempts to knock her down a brick or two. She had come a long way since her college days, the bullying, and the running away from her problems. Sure, she still had some insecurities from time to time about the way she looks, but so does any 22 year old women living in London. Before leaving the club Finn had passed her his phone asking if he could get her number promising to message her in the morning with a time and a place to meet. Rae had awoken that morning to a message that was sent just past 7am in the morning. Unknown: hiya Rae it’s Finn here. Just messaging you about our date tonight, how does 7pm sound? Message me when you wake up ;) x She had turned in bed to Squint at the alarm clock next to her to read that it was now going on 10am. She frantically started typing, feeling bad about having replied so late. Rae: sorry! Just woke up! 7pm sounds great. Where would you like to meet? :) x She sighed, hitting the send button she nuzzled more into her pillow. Not even caring that she let her phone drop off the side of the bed. Her eyes fluttering closed as the smile grew on her face; her thoughts went back to the night that she had just spent with him. Their amazing banter, his shy looks every time she smiled. Everything about last night seemed too good to be true, that if she pinched herself she would realise it was all a dream. In reality, this was all happening to her, the chubby, tall lass with a personality of a clown. Her phone pinged and her sleepy eyes opened at lightning speed, she grabbed her phone off yhe floor and clicked on the unopened message. Finn: Great! How about a quiet little bar on the outskirts of London? I’ll pick you up from your place if you send me your address. Can’t wait :) x She waited a few minutes before replying with her address and a wink face, not wanting to sound as eager as she was. There messages flowed back and forth throughout the day, keeping the conversation light. She learnt little bit about what he does during the day when he isn’t on set, which isn’t very often. She was rejoiced to learn that he would much rather spend his time in dainty little record shops then posh bars, music was his second love after his acting of course. Rae was now standing in front of her open wardrobe assessing her miserable excuse of clothing. 80 per cent was filled witg raggedy old band tee’s that she so desperately loved and could never- (no matter how much Chloe nagged her) part with. Rae looked through the small collection if dresses she had whilst clicking her tongue against the top of her mouth. She huffed when she realised that she had spent 10 minutes appraising her four dresses when she never planned on wearing any of them, she was just going to a pub after all. A quiet little pub that had probably never seen the likes of a pair of women’s legs in the years that it had been open, she needed a more casual look. She flipped through her jeans pulling out a pair of black skinny legged ones that she had brought whilst shopping with Chloe yesterday. Then she scurried towards her set of drawers pulling out the first presentable blouse she could find, a sheer navy sleeveless button up she forgot she had. She paired it with a white singlet and navy ballet flats. Her hair was straightened and clipped to one side, her makeup fresh with a hint of Smokey eye which she had picked up from a YouTube clip she saw weeks ago. It was now 7pm, she was applying the final touch of lip gloss and giving herself a once over in the mirror. She wasn’t dressed to the nines and loved her choice about keeping it more casual. As she was slipping on her shoes there was a knock at the door. Her nerves started to get the best of her, her hands were slightly shaking uncontrollably. She knew what was waiting for her on the other side of the door, a god like man with an incredible northern accent. She opens the door and brushes down the front of her blouse turning her eyes to Finn. The smile on his face could not be missed as he stood leaning against the door frame with his hands stuffed in his jean pockets. “Wow” they both breathed in unison, and laughing when they realised what they did. Finn was dressed in fitted dark blue jeans, a plain white tee paired with a light blue jean jacket. His shaggy brown locks styled into a quiff enhancing his incredible facial features, he could melt the polar ice caps with a single look if he tried. “Ready?” He grinned taking her in one more time. “Yup, just a minute” she said holding up a finger before she dashed over to her settee grabbing her leather jacket and clutch. She shrugged on her jacket as she walked back towards the door, glancing at herself in the mirror by the door as she headed out. As soon as the apartment was locked and they stepped out onto the landing Finn grabbed her hand into his, Rae’s mouth going instantly dry as she stared silently at this romantic gesture. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and headed down the steps towards the door, Rae’s eyes never leaving their conjoined hands. - The 30 minute drive to the local was filled with comfortable silence; small talk was made but both wanting to save most of it for when they arrived, plus they both quite enjoyed the sound of the stone roses lightly playing through the speakers. It was a quaint little pub just west of Kent, the building looked like it was barely keeping together with its rustic centuries old brick and timber framing. The front was dimly lit and she could faintly hear the sounds of the sign swinging as the wind picked up. Finn sat next to her nervously chewing at his thumb nail as he watched her eyes look over the pub. She turned to Finn with an enthusiastic expression that was contagious, and they were both instantly laughing. “Alright?” He questioned, still having doubts he made a mistake about bringing her here. Maybe she was classier to what she led on? “It’s perfect, I couldn’t have picked a better place” Rae hummed in pleasure whilst she unbuckled her seat belt. Finn made quick use of his and hurried around the passenger’s side of the car so he could open the door for her. She smiled and thanked him as once more her palm rested in his, neither of them willing to let go of the other. “Come on, the pints are cheap and the old men are cheaper” he joked nudging his arm with hers. She followed his through the open front door; the decor was no different to the outside. Old drum tables lined the walls with stools scattered around them, there were smaller square tables littering the middle section of the room in front of the oversized bar, the only thing relatively modern was the 90’s style juke box to the left of the room just before the toilets. Men no younger than 60 gathered around the room talking amongst each other, not even bothering to make any eye contact with her and Finn. She was completely mesmerised by the atmosphere from the moment she walked in, it was everything she hoped it would be and more. They were weaving their way through the pub making sure not to interrupt any of the other patrons. Rae noticed the bar was reasonably empty, there wasn’t even staff waiting to serve them. Finn reached over the bar and rang a small bell hidden away, he turned to her smiling once he noticed her face of confusion. A small round lady hobbled out from a door around the back, Rae could tell her mood was glum as she made her way towards them. The lady wiped her floury hands on her rose covered apron mumbling her profanities under her breath, but once she looked up her mood instantly changed as her eyes locked on to Finns. “Finnley my boy” she cooed, walking out from behind the bar extending her arms out towards Finn. “Mrs Dewhurst, how are you?” Finn asked pulling out of the hug and reconnecting his hand with Rae’s. “Better now my handsome boy has come to see me! You should have told me you were coming in earlier. I would have made sure I was in the front” she fussed before turning towards Rae. “Now who’s this beautiful young lass on your arm”. “This is Rae, Rae this is the sensational Barbra Dewhurst” Finn grinned turning towards Rae who was extending her arm out to the little old lady to shake her hand. “Oh none of that dear. Give us a hug” she said shuffling towards Rae and wrapping her arms around her shoulders. At first Rae tensed up, she had never been a fan of strangers hugging her but something about this lady made Rae melt. “Now off you youngsters go and have fun, I’ve got a barman to hunt down” she said shewing them away with her hands but laughing at the same time. “DAAAAAVVVVVIIIIDDDDDDD” she called as she waddled around to the other side of the bar. "Where are we going?” Rae asked turning towards Finn. “You’ll see” Finn pulled her towards the back entrance which was situated next to the toilets. Before pushing through the door Finn paused letting go of Rae’s hand. The sudden loss of contact made Rae instantly mourn for his touch, but he had other ideas in mind. He stood behind her placing his nimble fingers over her eyes blocking her vision; Rae quickly moved her arms out in front of her as they shuffled forward slowly. Her hands were now flat against the door; she felt a tingle run down the back of her neck as Finn learned in to whisper in her ear. “Now just push” he whispered brushed his bottom lip against her ear as was pulling away. Rae nodded and proceeded to push the door until she felt a mild breeze whisk against her face. She kept moving as Finn did, until she noticed he paused. Finn slowly removed his hands from her face, and Rae’s eyes fluttered open. She took a sudden intake of breath as soon as her vision cleared. They were surrounded by a least a thousand fairy lights dangling from the trees and fence. A large checkered blanket laid in the centre with a pinic basket placed in the middle. Her eyes kept dancing around the scene before her, noticing the rose petals scattered over the grass. She turned to Finn, tears of joy stinging her eyes and before she knew what she was doing she was throwing her arms around his neck nuzzling her head into the crook. Finns arms instantly wrapped around her waist holding her tightly. “Is this ok?” He mumbled into her shoulder and pulling away but keeping his arms around her waist. “Are you kidding me?” Rae scoffed jokingly. “Nobody and I repeat, nobody has ever done anything like this for me before” she emphasised grinning profusely. “Come on let’s sit” he gestured towards the blanket. They moved towards the blanket, sitting down as close as they could together without touching. Finn opened the basket and turned to Rae and spoke. “Now something tells me that you aren’t a wine and cheese sort of girl” Finn pulled two cans of fosters out of the basket passing one over to Rae. “Defiantly not” she chuckled grabbing the can off Finn with thanks. She tapped the top of the can a few times and cracked it away from her clothes in case of any spillage. “I do prefer a good beer before my lips touch any sort of crap wine” they both laughed clinking the tin together. “So how do you know Mrs Dewhurst?” Rae asked quizativley raising an eye brow. Finn took a lengthy swig of his beer before replying. “Long story short, that women raised me. I grew up in this very garden. You see when I was 4 my mother left me dad and I” “Aw Finn I’m so sorry” Rae said laying a hand flat on his thigh. “It’s ok, I’m ok. But once she left us we were left with less of an income and my dad had to work a lot more hours to keep a roof over our heads. Mrs Dewhurst lived down the street and kindly volunteered to look after me whilst my dad worked. So for 9 years I was at this very bar 6 days a week helping out or colouring in, or even putting on a talent show for the oldies until I was old enough to fend for myself. Archie use to live only two streets away, he would pop over and join the festivities we had here. She’s a really special woman. She will always have a place in my heart, she even calls me her superstar when people ask if she knows me” he chuckled shaking his head. Over the next few hours were spent deep in conversation sipping on their cans and eating crisps straight from the packet, nothing about this date was fancy but he made it special. They talked about their pasts, Rae opened up about Liam and school. The conversation moved onto lighter subjects revolving around family, friends and Finn acting career. Rae was completely and utterly engrossed by Finns voice, the lingering touches, the solid eye contact that he kept. Nothing was unspoken. “I’ve had a really great time” Rae spoke looking up at his face through her eyelashes. “I’m glad you asked me out on this date”. “I’m glad you chose to come with me” he smiled brushing his fingertips along her cheek cause Rae to be completely lost in this moment. “You intrigue me Rae”  he said shyly, he kept his hand lingering in the same spot on her cheek a moment longer then necessary before removing it. “Why?” “Because your you. You’re honest and open, and you don’t care that im an actor. You’re just generally interested in my personality”. Rae looked down briefly smiling to herself, this was the nicest that any male has ever been towards her. She was chuffed really; it made her insides turn to goo. “Well you are pretty amazing” Rae laughed lightly regaining her eye contact with him. He seemed to be closer than what he was just moments ago, their bodies were now directly facing each other only a mere few inches between them. Finn brushed a lock of her hair out of her face that had fallen, and tucked in behind her ear causing her to blush profusely. “Your beautiful Rae” He inched even more closely, extending his head so far forward that he had to use a hand on the ground to keep him balanced. “Can I- Can I kiss you?” the words stumbled from his mouth and now it was his turn to blush bright red. Rae took a small gasp of air and nodded her head twice. Finn captured her lips with his, the kiss sweet and playful but at the same time the passion ran strong between them. It felt like they had been doing this for years, the unison of their movements, the longing for more, it all came naturally to them. His tongue swept across her bottom lip begging for entry which she reciprocated almost instantly as she opened her mouth allowing him in. Their tongues danced together in a singular movement, their heads tilting opposite ways as they changed positions. Finns hand reached out to cup her cheek as Rae pulled his body closer by his tee; it was a supercharged moment igniting a fire between them. They slowly pulled apart but kept foreheads resting together as they attempted to catch their breaths. “Wow” They both breathed and laughed almost instantly over another mimicked expression. “I don’t want this night to end” Rae sighed pulled away slightly to sit up more straighter, but kept the closeness. “It doesn’t have to end if you don’t want it too, ive got all night to spend with you if you’ll have me” Rae nodded and once again took his lips to be against hers. Little did they know in that very moment this would be the first of many moments spend together, being complete aroused by one and other, shutting themselves off from the world just so they could have a moment.        3 years later... 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Owe Me

this is a little thing I came up with for a writing exchange! I was supposed to have posted this the 26th but my computer decided to be a dick and shut down before i could save it ;-; also i didnt edit it or send it to my editor so this is a shit way to say goodbye, sorry guys

Pairing: Jimin x reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut

The bass backbeat of yet another pop song traveled through the ground into the soles of your worn reebok and made your feet all tingly. Not that you minded, you enjoyed feeling the music running through your body, mixing with the rushing blood as it surfaced on your cheeks. 

You walked, weaving through the writhing bodies and waving at hello’s thrown your way, toward the kitchen where you knew all the drinks were. Upon entering the once pristine room, your eyes immediately find a pair of coldly amused brown ones. Jungkook. With a mental mini peptalk you smile and approach him, grabbing a bottle of beer on the way.

“Great party, Kook. Thanks for inviting me,” you say, watching him lean in closer than necessary to hear you over the din of the party.

He smirks and says, “yeah, I know. You look really hot tonight by the way.”

His eyes rake over your body, taking in the short hem of your tulle skirt, dragging up to the deep v of your cold shoulder blouse before stopping at your mouth. You roll your eyes at your behavior but still feel the faint stirrings of lust–who wouldn’t when Jeon Jungkook was eye fucking you in such a depraved way? And the man–well, boy really–in front of you was the reason you’d agreed to come after a lot of deliberation. Okay, that was a lie. He was only one of two reasons, the other had yet to make an appearance.

You glanced around the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of the cotton candy haired man that had lately taken up more of your thoughts, often ‘battling it out’ for space amongst the thoughts of Jungkook. A flash of pink makes you start but you soon realize it’s just some girls scarf and you take a swig of beer to try and hide your disappointment.

Jungkook notices anyway.

“I invited him, but I don’t know if he’ll show,” he smirks while continuing, watching you shrink with each word, “you were looking for Jimin weren’t you?”

“No, I…” your protest dies off as he gives you a smug, knowing look. “Okay, fine I was looking for him. You said you invited him?”

He nods. “Why so interested in him all of a sudden? A week ago you weren’t so gung ho about the guy.”

In lieu of an answer you chugged your beer, the amber liquid rushing down your throat uncomfortably fast. You sputtered and choked, coughing as soon as your mouth was empty. Jungkook slapped your back, trying to help you out but ultimately making it worse.

You turned to look at him but that proved to be the wrong move–the room began spinning. All this from one beer? I knew I should’ve eaten something, I’m such a lightweight jesus christ.

The man beside looked at you sideways, his face showing the same question you’d just thought. You glared at him, blaming him mentally for this whole thing when he nervously licked his lips. Like a shark to blood your eyes were drawn to the movement and your own tongue mimicked his. Your head spun and deep down you knew this was a bad idea yet you found yourself moving forward and pressing your lips against his slightly damp ones.

If you had just glanced over his shoulder you would have seen a certain bubblegum haired man standing there in shock, fists clenched before he took off to god knew where.

Before Jungkook had a chance to respond you pulled away, blushing furiously. He looked surprised at what had just transpired but that quickly morphed to a cocky grin.

“Wow, Y/n. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Oh shut up, Kook.”

“So, how sober do you think you are right now?”

You stood there, flabbergasted at his blunt question.

“What? You’re hot, you clearly think I’m hot,” he gestured at himself, sweeping his hands up and down, “how could you not, look at me. But all that aside I don’t like the idea of taking advantage of anyone.”

His moral compass was a little off, but at least he didn’t go after those who would yes to anything. It didn’t hurt that he was hot as hell.So with very little hesitation on your end, you walked over to the large kitchen island and grabbed a water bottle.

***

Jungkook led you up the stairs, your clammy hand in his. He walked naturally, no hint of nervousness showing on his perfectly sculpted face as if he’d done this hundreds of times before–which, knowing Jungkook he had–but you on the other hand, that was a different story altogether.

Your thoughts were warring with each other, one half almost too excited at the thought of feeling his body against yours and the other half lamenting it wasn’t Jimin and arguing for you to find an excuse and high tail it out of there.

It wasn’t hard to see which side was going to win.

Maybe I should pretend that I’m gonna puke. I did drink that beer.

Shit too late.

Once on the second floor, Jungkook pulled you into the first room on the left. It was nice, royal blue paint adorned the walls with an eggshell carpet tickling the sides of your feet. The walls were bare, a bed and nightstand set the only furniture. Jungkook walked around to face you, his smell wafting over you, it was a nice smell–a bit of manly musk mixed with what you assumed to be his body wash. You met his eyes and caught a glimpse of the glance he threw behind you, and looking back you saw nothing but a door slightly ajar.

“Is that a bathroom?” you asked before turning back to him. He nodded before stepping towards you.

The nervousness you’d felt climbing those stairs increased tenfold with his proximity and it must have shown on your face because he placed his hands on your face, moving it upward to look at him.

“Relax, Y/n.”

And you did.

His lips met yours just as briefly as they had earlier, giving you time to reassess if you really wanted to do this which you tested by biting and tugging on his lower lip. He gave a slight moan but that was all you needed. Your hands fisted around his shirt and pulled him into you, teeth clattering against each other messily before your lips began moving. You quickly found your rhythm, his tongue darting out to test you, darting in to learn the shape of your mouth when you accepted his request.

His hands drifted down from your face, slid down your torso and gripped your hips hard, his thumbs playing with the hem of your shirt before sliding under the fabric. You shivered, trying not to fidget in his arms–it fucking tickled. Still, you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you.

“Y’know, it’s not usually a good sign when a girl starts laughing while you’re making out with her,” he murmured against your mouth before moving down your jaw with wet kisses.

You shivered under his touch, your skin becoming heated as your blood rushed through your veins, pounding in your ears. His fingers dug lower into your waistband now, inching their way to where the zipper was and pulled it down, the growling of metal against metal sounding much louder in the quiet room. Your fingers began their own exploration, feeling his biceps before sliding down the flat pane of his abdomen and bunching the fabric as you pushed it up to better feel him.

You groaned low in your throat as you felt his smooth skin, brushing over a nipple. When you heard his sharp inhale you went back, lightly pinching it. He groaned low in his throat and pushed your skirt down, the fabric falling in a pool around your feet. His mouth slid back up your neck to your lips, claiming them in a heated kiss as he pushed you back to the bed. Your legs hit the edge and you fell down, bouncing a bit.

Jungkook leaned down on the floor, hooking his hands around your knees and bringing you closer to him before placing his hands on your lacy boyshorts and pulling those down–leaving you completely exposed to him. He had a hungry look in his eyes and that drove you mad so you wiggled your hips and whined, asking him to hurry up.

He looked up at you for a moment, cocky grin out in full force. “Eager to feel my tongue on that gorgeous little pussy of yours aren’t you?”

His words did nothing to quieten your thirst, if anything it made it worse so all you did was nod. He threw one of your thighs over his shoulder and dove in, tongue circling your clit. You cried out at the sensation, never having been on the receiving end of oral. He moved away and licked a stripe up your slit, dipping into your entrance for a moment before his mouth latched onto your clit. He sucked it into your mouth and your back arched as if you were possessed, your mouth open in a soundless scream.

He took a finger and teased your opening before dipping in up to his first knuckle, thrusting shallowly. Heat crawled up your body, setting your skin on fire. You gripped the bedsheets, pulling on them as his tongue flicked over your clit, his teeth gently making an appearance and biting you. Sooner than you expected, you began feeling the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm. Jungkook dipped his finger in deeper, adding another and curling them into a “come hither” motion, brushing against a spot you hadn’t known existed.

You cried out his name as the tight band around you snapped, throwing your body into pleasurable chaos. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, leaving you weak. Jungkook helped you ride out the high with his fingers, thrusting as shallowly as he had in the beginning. Soon it became too much and you had to push him away. You opened your mouth to ask him to strip, wanting to reciprocate when a crash was heard downstairs.

“Shit.”

Jungkook stood up, looked at the door and back at your sleepy face and back again. You motioned for him to go and check. He bent down to kiss your forehead and whispered, “hope I don’t take too long. Find yourself something to do while I’m gone, okay?”

You nodded and he left to take care of the troublemaker.

***

You lay on the bed, a little drowsy but satisfied. A smirk danced on your lips as you thought of the way Jungkook had come undone underneath you, which quickly dropped as you heard a creak. Sitting up on your elbows you looked to see the bathroom door sliding open and Jimin stepping out. Your mouth dropped and you sat there looking like a moron as he stepped closer and sat at the foot of the bed.

How long has he been there? Holyfuckingshit he saw the whole thing, he hates me now, he sat down to try and talk me out of a mutually beneficial relationship with Jungkook–wait would it actually be mutually beneficial? I never got to give him a blowjob. Wait, that’s not the problem right now genius. Did I ruin any chances I had with Jimin? You despaired as the last thought took over practically burning down all the little pockets of hope in your mind.

“I have to tell you something, Y/n. I lo-like you, I like you,” he said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, doing his best to avoid your eyes.

What.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you pretty much since the beginning of the year. It isn’t entirely superficial, I mean you’re beautiful don’t get me wrong but–,” his words stopped like a closing faucet, your finger atop his pillowy lips. He raised his eyebrows at you but wisely remained quiet.

“I like you too, Jimin. I know right now I’m not in the best position to be saying that, but there it is. Make of it what you will.”

You moved your hand but didn’t get very far, his warm hand enveloped yours in a tight grip, squeezing when he voiced his questions.

“Really? You like me? What was that whole thing with Jungkook then?” he asked you, genuine curiosity lacing his voice. That and disbelief.

You shrugged, expecting the question but not exactly knowing how to answer, “well I guess it just boils down to him being there in that moment. I only came to the party to find you, to maybe finally confess, it’s cheesy as–”

This time it was your words that were cut off, by something much more pleasant than a finger. Jimin’s lips lay against your own, softer than you could have ever imagined. Slowly, ever so slowly he began moving, coaxing a kiss out of you through your shock-dazed mind. His free hand moved to your collarbone, tracing the bone at a snail’s pace before dancing on the edge of your shirt at your shoulder.

The sounds of two shy mouths meeting each other in a ritual as old as time itself filled the air, little gasps punctuating them as he moved his finger downward to trace the swell of your breast. He pulled away from you and stilled his finger, taking a couple of breaths before asking you, “can I touch you, please?” 

“Touch me all over, Jimin.”

He groaned and fell into you, mouth eagerly searching yours out, swallowing the moan that escaped you when he began kneading your breast, palm brushing against a hardening nipple. His other hand dropped yours and gripped the hem of your shirt, pulling it up. When he reached bare skin instead of a bra, he whined and that sound shot straight to your core. You pulled away from him long enough to get the shirt over your head but froze mid-action when you felt him tentatively lick a hardened nipple.

“Do that again, Jimin please.”

Spurred on by the sound of your begging he licked the nipple with the flat of his tongue, pushing you back with hand as he did so. Flat on the bed once again, you noticed he was still clothed.

This won’t do.

Frantically, as if the fate of humanity rested on this one boy being naked, you began pulling at his clothes, sighing  when he seemed to get it. He gripped the shirt and pulled it over his head, the stretch giving you a good look at him. He was toned, not ripped as Jungkook was but that was alright with you, toned men were your preference. 

He locked eyes with you as he continued stripping, all shyness gone in the face of lust. His eyes held all sorts of promises and all you could do was watch as he revealed inch after glorious inch of skin, rubbing your thighs together when the ache became unbearable. Denim was tugged down, catching on those thighs you’d dreamed about, the thought of finally getting to ride them almost too much. His boxer briefs came down next, his dick slapping his lower stomach as it was freed from the confines of his underwear. Your mouth watered at the sight, his length thick and with a vein running underneath it, the head looking red and angry, weeping precum from the slip on top.

Jimin bent down to grab his pants again and retrieved a condom from the front pocket. You cocked an eyebrow at that.

“Don’t look at me like that, I got it from the bathroom,” he explained before setting the packet next to you on the bed.

He climbed onto the bed, coming to a rest between your legs. His hands gripped your thighs and spread them as he leaned down to look at your glistening lips, unknowingly licking his own. His hand slid up and paused inches away from where you needed him the most. 

“Jimin, come onn,” you whined. “I need you.”

He moaned at your words, and moved his hand closer, putting his index finger atop the sensitive bundle of nerves. You jumped at the contact, his slow movements a stark contrast with how Jungkook had been moments before. He circled your clit before moving down to dip into your entrance, testing how wet you were. He stopped and seemed to think for a moment before dropping down and licking you, parting your lips with his broad tongue. He moaned and did it again.

“Fuck, Y/n you taste so good,” he whined, and a blush spread across your cheeks at his words.

“I have to have you right now.”

Giving you no time to process what he said, he grabbed the foil packet and ripped it with his teeth. He rolled the condom and in less than ten seconds he was lined up at your entrance. He teased you for a moment, barely dipping in only to draw back out.

“Jimin if you don’t fuck me right now I’ll fucking kill you,” you whispered, frustrated with his teasing. 

He nodded and gripped your hips, thrusting into you in one go.You moaned in unison at the feeling, his dick filling every inch of you. Slowly, he pulled back out until only his head was left before he thrust back in. He quickly established a rhythm, fucking you as deeply and quickly as he possibly could, though he knew he wasn’t going to last long. He placed one of your legs over his shoulder and he bent down, taking the leg with him. With this new angle he hit you in that spot Jungkook had shown you earlier and you threw your head back, crying out Jimin’s name.

“I’m not going to last long, Y/n. But I want you to come all over my cock first, I want to feel your tight little cunt squeezing me until I can’t take it anymore and come. Do you think you can do that, Y/n?” he grunted out, the effort from holding his own high back coloring his voice.

You moaned at his words, only a little surprised he was dirty talking you. The knot in your lower stomach grew tighter, seconds away from unraveling.Jimin moved his hand and began teasing your clit, circling it lightly with a finger. He added more pressure with each pass of his finger and it was all you could do to not scream as you felt yourself standing on the precipice of your high. With one final push you fell over, muttering Jimin’s name over and over.

He grunted as he felt your walls clamping down on him, and began thrusting sloppily as his own high consumed him. He moaned your name as he filled the condom with his cum, collapsing next to you on the bed. The room was silent save for your exhausted pants and rustling as Jimin took the condom off and left to go dispose of it in the bathroom. You watched him leave and idly wondered how long it took for his butt to look that nice, you could use some pointers.

The two of you snuggled on the bed, sleepiness setting in, not knowing that someone was standing right outside the door.

Jungkook stood in the hall, eyeing the bedroom door with more than a little hostility.

“You owe me one, Park.”

@btsbound sorry I forgot to tag you ;-;