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shelbgrey · 1 year ago

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I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR SONE SWEETS FLUFF AND MAKING OUT. LIKE MAYBE THEY BECOME ROOMMATES BECAUSE THEY KNOW EACH OTHER SOMEHOW OR NOT, DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, I JUST WANT THE VIBE OF YHAT ONE VINE AND I JUST SAW A SAD SWEETS EPISODE AND I NEED FLUFF. Okay sorry for the yelling. Maybe she has feelings for him and then he becomes her roommate somehow and she's like "Oh shit shit shit why is he so good looking." But he's thinking the same thing and I just need some fluff and kissing and making out and cuddles after that sad episode. If you don't want to di it, that's totally understandable and fine!

You belong with me(Lance Sweets)

Paring: Lance Sweets X Booth!Reader

Summary: after Booths little sister gets death threats from a criminal the FBI is investigating, y/n gets sent to Sweets apartment to be hidden and protected. The two are best friends and are oblivious to their feelings, but once they get a chance to be alone things might change.

A/n: my first Bones fic! sorry this took so long and I hope you don't mind a did a few small changes, I hope you enjoy. Send in more Lance Sweets request, I love this man 💕

It started off as a couple of creepy Emails, I ignored them and didn't really tell anyone. I thought if the team found out about the messages I wouldn't be able to work on the case. Creepy Messages then tunred into death threats, my brother Seeley found out and changed my Email, phone number and everything then things seemed to calm down. It was fine till the killer ended up in my apartment.

Anyway, that's how I'm in my current situation, actually I wouldn't call living with my best friend a situation. Lance Sweets was my most trusted alie and I knew he'd always have my back. Dispite my brother's worries, me and Lance would become roommate for my own safety.

“this is like getting protected by a smurf in his little mushroom house” Seeley sighed as he drove down the street to Lance's appointment.

I sighed from the back seat, I knew Seeley had a soft spot for Lance but I also knew my brother was scared Shitless for my safety. He always makes jokes in face of danger, we both sorta did.

“not necessarily” Bones started like I wasn't even in the car with them. “the Perp wouldn't even expect her to be in Sweets' apartment... Meaning she's under protection and hiding in plan sight”

“umm...” I started from the back seat but my brother and sister-in-law kept going.

“Yes but she's safer with me... Technically” Seeley sighed.

I slumped in the back seat, giving up on adding my opinion. In reality I was happy but also nervous, me and Lance are basically best friends. We've been alone before but this was different, I would never admit but I've had a thing for him ever since we bumped into each other(literally) at the Jeffersonian. I couldn't help fall for his kind heart and puppy eyes.

Once we pulled into the apartment complex, the three of us filed out of the car to unloud my belongings. I didn't bring everything just my clothes and a few things I couldn't live without.

“Hey, Sweets” Seeley called out as he met us outside. I couldn't help but blush as he walked to the car to help with my things.

“Hey, y/n” he smiled and gave me a hug. I loved his hugs, they we're always so warm and comforting.

“let's get this stuff into the house” he said pulling one of my bags over his shoulder and then grabbed another box. I couldn't help but stare at arms. They were always hiden behind suit jackets or sweaters. I didn't relize how toned they looked in his gray t-shirt.

“that one might be hevy so be careful” I said.

“I got” he smiled and lead me to the elevator that lead to the floor his appointment was on. Seeley and Bones followed behind with the rest of my stuff.

“here we are” he said setting down the box to unlock his apartment.

“thanks for doing this Sweets” Seeley said setting down one of the bigger boxes on the counter once he entered the apartment.

“of course” he said smiling at me. I smiled back trying to fight the red tent in my cheeks.

“the geast room is over here” Lance said leading me down the hall with some of my stuff. “it's right across from mine, so if need anything I'm right here” he said.

“thanks Lance” I smiled as set my stuff down.

“here's the rest of it” Bones said as she entered the room and set down my bags. “thanks Temp”

I looked around my new room, it was nice and the perfect size for somthing temporary. I looked around and noticed Lance got some new sheets and a comferter in my favorite color for the bed. I couldn't help but smile at the small details he remembered over the years we've known each other.

“is the bedding okay?” Lance said coming back into the room. I smiled softy and wrapped my arms around his waist hugging him. “thanks Lance, it's perfect”

He looked down at me with the chocolate eyes that I loved so much. Moved out of his arms and he cleared his throat. “so... I'll let you get settled in” he said nervously as he walked backwards towrds the door, he showed that goofy smile but it dropped when he ran into the door frame.

I didn't feel too bad for laughing as he let out a chuckle as he tapped the door frame. “you okay?”

“totally fine” he smiled as his cheeks turned red, he pointed towrds the door and left the room.

As I started to fill my drawers up with my clothes my brother walked in. “hey... You good?”

I nodded with a smile as he set on the edge of my bed. “I'm one call away... If you need anything juat-”

“bro, I'll be fine... I'm in good hands” I smiled. He forced a smile and pulled me into a hug. “love you... Be safe”

“love ya too Bro”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

A couple of hours later I pretty much had the room set up how I wanted it. Once I smashed down the last empty box I smelled somthing coming from the kitchen, it smelled good, like garlic and spices.

I followed the smell and the closer I got to the kitchen the Louder his music got. I peaked around the corner and watched the goof ball slightly dancing to the song Coconut by Harry Nilsson as he stired what ever he was cooking.

I could get used to this, it wasn't hard for him to make me smile. His personality and smile always warmed my heart.

He started to sing along and drum with a couple of wooden spoons. I let out a giggle making him stop.

“oh... Hey” he nervously chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. “What are you up too?” I asked coming into the kitchen. I looked in the oven and saw some garlic bread toasting in the oven.

“I figured I'd make you some dinner... Thought it would make you feel better” he said as I turned to his side and stired the pot that had the alfredo sauce.

“I really don't cook much, sorry if it doesn't tast that good” His cheeks were slightly red as leaned against the counter, he looked like he was contemplating life.

I gave him a smile and tasted the sauce as he drained the noodles. The sauce really good, not that I was suprised.

“it's really good” he looked at me suprised and took the spoon from me. “really?” he asked and tried it for himself. He nodded impressed.

“sometimes I suprise myself” I chuckled as he gave me his adorable smile.

After dinner we ended up on the couch watching TV. We couldn't decide on a movie so we ended up watching some old Scooby-Doo cartoons. With everything going on it was nice to watch something a little more cheerful.

We spent half the night giggling like idiots. I haven't laughed this hard in weeks, being with him always made me feel better. But then I couldn't help but think about what Angela said to me, she said that me and Lance were too worried about getting Seeley and Temperance together that we're completely blind to the feelings we share.

That was a few months ago and I started to relize he was exactly what I wanted in a guy, then all the bad boys, the family problems, Daisy trying to tear up our friendship didn't matter. I didn't care that Seeley was probably panicking and worrying if I was actually safe or not, I cared about how safe Lance made me feel.

“is this okay?” He asked wrapping his arm around me. Dispite the red tint in my cheeks I moved closer and rested my head on his shoulder. “of course”

It wasn't unusual for us having little space between us, but we never really been this close. Being wrapped in his arms was a feeling I didn't want going away.

Sooner, rather than later, I drifted off to sleep, as I drifted in and out I felt my body Being carefully shifted around. I woke up for a split second to relize the TV was off and I was laying on Lance's chest. Of course the couch wasn't really an ideal place for two people to sleep, but it was the best sleep I had in months.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

The next morning I woke up and went to the bathroom, when I opened the door my eyes widened.

“s-sorry Lance” I stuttered as I unintentionally started to check him out. He was only in his black slacks showing his toned chest. He had more muscle than most people would expect, I wish I could just stay wrapped up in his strong arms. He had a couple of scars on his shoulders and chest, he's told me the story after I opened up about how my dad would hit me and Seeley. I knew it was a touchy subject, but the scars made him even more attractive. It shouldn't be anything to be ashamed of, it was aprt of him.

“you okay?” he asked knocking me out of my trance. I quickly nodded noticing he was walking closer to me. The smell that surrounded him intoxicated me(in a good way), he smelled like he just showered and his Old Spice cologne.

I cleared my throat. “yeah... I just need to brush my teeth”

“right...I'll get out of your way” he moved out of the way so I could pass by him. He smiled and grabed the dress shirt that was on the counter.

While I brushed my teeth he was behind me, using the mirror to fix his collor. I leaned over the sink to spit the toothpaste out, I heard Lance gulp and when I raised back up and looked at his red cheeks through the mirror. He quickly looked down as he put his tie around his neck.

He fumbled with it for a while before I turned around and adjusted it. “there” I said softly as I fixed his collor. His chocolate eyes stared into mine as his hands fell to my waist. My heart pounded the closer he got, but I wasn't gonna stop him.

Just as our noses brushed up against each other my phone rang making him jump back.

I groaned and answered Hodgins' call.

“what do you want?” I asked not realizing how the words fell out of my mouth.

“is that how you usually awnser the phone?” Hodgins chucked.

I laughed slightly as I walked out of the bathroom, Lance had the same idea and we bumped into each other at the door frame.

As Jack was explaining how Bones and Booth found a body stuck in a bath tub and they couldn't figure out what was keeping the Skelton in the tub, that's were me and Hodgins come in, Temperance can't figure out the cause of death intill we got it out.

“sorry” I said as Lance grabed me before he accidentally bumped me into the door frame.

“sorry for what?” Hodgins asked as I heared him move around in the Lab we shared on the other line.

“never mind, I'll be there in thirty minutes” I said and hung up the phone.

“got another victim” I said grabbing my stuff.

“just another day in paradise” Lance said sarcastically.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“oh good you guys are here, I need you.... You too Sweets” Hodgins said pulling me into our lab. Lance gave us questioning looks as he followed us.

“what's up Jack?” I asked as he walked behind his desk and pointed to a container with a thick cream colored substance.

“so, I'm hoping this is similar to the mixture that kept the victim in the tub, we estimated the victim was there for about a month”

“what happened?”

“the female victim had about two other roommates, they were both gone on 'vacation' when she died, the alibis haven't been comfermed yet”

“do you think one of her roommates did it?” I asked as I checked on the turantula I kepted in the Lab.

“that's what we're thinking, Booth is about to interview the mother and two roommates” Hodgins said.

“I'm wondering if this was intentional, Cam talked about the skin having a major allergic reaction when we came in” I said.

“what is this anyway?” Lance asked looking that the cream colored substance.

“oh yeah” Hodgins said coming back around his desks so it stood in between us. “I ground up a fraction of the tub, it's a kind of porcelain that they don't make any more... There's also the body soap from the crime seen, like you said, Cam thinks the victim had an allergic reaction to it”

“and where do we come in?” Lance asked.

“I want you two to stick your hands in there and if it hardens we know what glued the victim to the tub.” Hodgins explained.

“and what if we can't get out?” Lance asked. “don't worry, I'm a professional” Hodgins laughed. Lance took of his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves up, I quickly took of my jacket as well.

Reluctantly, me and Lance stuck our hands into the thick substance. The container was small so there was much wiggle room. “ow” Lance said after I acdently stabed his thumb with my nail. “sorry”

“hmm... Why don't you guys take your hands out then connect them so they fit better in the container.” Hodgins suggested, We both blush.

“don't you have a bigger container?” Lance asked. “Yes, but this container has a certain material that's needed for the experiment.”

We nodded and Lance held his hand out to me. I took it and out fingers laced together. My heart thumbed quicker that comfterting feeling holding his hand gave me. If we were in a different situation I would love this, but now we're stuck in some slimey substance.

“alright, what now?” I asked as we could now barely move our hands. Jack touched the corner of the substance and it jiggled like Jell-O.

“give it a few more minutes” Hodgins said then started to tap on his computer. “I'll be right back” He said and left the lab.

“Wait! Jack!” we shouted. I huffed and dropped my forehead on Lance's shoulder in frustration.

Lance tried to wiggled our hands out but the substance seemed to push against us. Lance gave up after a few minutes with a frustrated look. “I hope he knows what he's doing”

“yeah me too” I sighed and looked behind my shoulder hoping to see Hodgins walking around the lab.

“now that we have some free time... ” Lance started. “you want to talk about this morning?” I quickly looked back confused.

“talk about what?” I quickly asked, too to get rejected. In the bottom of my heart I had the feeling he felt the same, but his friendship ment too much to me to admit my feelings.

“n/n, we almost ki-”

“I'm back!” Hodgins chucked as he raced back in the room. Lance rolled his eyes as my other best friend unknowingly intruped.

“okay, let's see what we're working with” Hodgins said snapping some rubber gloves on. We both rolled our eyes as Hodgins placed one hand on my arm and put pressure on the box trying to lift us out.

“umm” Hodgins said scratching the back of his head. “what's 'umm'?” I quickly asked trying to break free. Lance placed his free hand on the box trying to get out too.

“get us out” Lance quickly said. Hodgins gave him a smug smile. “What's the rush Sweets?”

“I have to help Booth Interrogate the suspects” he said matter of factly.

He nodded with a small smile and disappeared behind one of his shelves. We heard a sudden buzzing sound making me and Lance bump into each other. The box almost fell over bending our wrist in an uncomfortable way, Lance grabed the box before I could totally tip over.

“this should work” Hodgins said bring over his Dremel. Lance gulped as Hodgins set the tool down and placed protective glasses over our eyes. “hang tight”

The buzzing got louder as Hodgins tried to cut threw the plastic and the now clay substance. The cutter broke causing the Dremel to stop. Hodgins pulled up and saw the cracked disk. “son of a bitch”

Me and Lance looked down and there was only a three inch cut down one of the corners. “okay... I'll be back”

Hodgins said running for the door. He then came back with a smile. “dont go anywhere”

“hardy har har” Lance said.

Silence suronded us once again. Lance sighed and shifted his feet. I got tired of standing as well and the two of us ended up shifting the box so we we're seting on Hodgins desk and the box was in Lance's lap.

Lance cleared his throat and gave me a serious look. “now Hodgins is gone... You want to discuss this morning?” he asked again. I shrugged, refusing to meet the adorable eyes I loved so much.

“y/n, you know you can tell me anything” he said softly.

I sighed, it's all or nothing, right? Without really thinking about consequences, I placed my free hand on his jaw and pulled him closer. His breath hitched but he showed no sign of moving. His head titled to the side and moved forward.

Just as our noses brushed up against each other Hodgins intruped once again. “this should work!” he grined, making us quickly pull away from each other.

Hodgins plugged in this heavy duty saw and started to cut threw everything. Eventually the container was removed, leaving what looked like a small cinder block around our hands.

“that's a good sign” Hodgins said as he grabed a small Hammer and a small hand shevel. “What is?” Lance asked.

“the way the mixture made contact with your skin proved what might kept the victim in the tub” Hodgins said as he gently and cautiously chipped the clay away.

“so the victim had the allergic reaction... Then left for dead for about a month... Between the moisture and the chemicals 'glued' her in” I said.

“Booth said her supposed best friend got her the soap, she's the only one who knew about the allergy, apparently the victim was sleeping with the killers boyfriend” Hodgins said as he got the last chunk of clay off.

“there you go” he smiled. Me and Lance tried to pull away but they wouldn't budge. I sighed and held up my hand, Lance's went up to of course.

“what now Dr. Frankenstein?” I said sarcastically. Hodgins raised an eyebrow and tried pull our thumbs apart. “ouch” I said as my skin pulled but didn't budg.

“sorry, sorry” Hodgins quickly said. “umm.. Okay we need-”

I quickly cut him off. “umm we're going to Temperance or Angela for this one” I quickly said and walked towrds the door forgetting Lance was attached for a breaf second.

“woah” he said tumbling forward then bumped into me. As we left Hodgins let out a 'sorry' as we walked towrds Angela's office, to our luck Temperance was there too.

“what happened to you guys?” Angela asked looking from her screan. “Yes, you both look very agitated” Temperance added.

“is it Daisy again? I've been wanting to set her straight” Angela asked walking forward. I quickly stoped her.

“no, this time it's your husband” I said holding up mine and Lance's glued hands. Angela let out a chuckle as she examined our locked hands.

“can you guys fix this?” Lance asked as Temperance looked at our hands too. “acetone and Hot water might work... I can get the container that had the cookies you made and you guys will have to soak your hands for a while” Temperance explained.

“I'll get Jack's acetone” Angela smiled and lefted the office as Temperance brought over an empty container. Angela then came back with hot water and the acetone. We sat on Angela's couch then stuck our hands in the small tub.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“your experiment didn't work” Angela said as Hodgins walked in. The both of us perked up from the research we were doing. “I thought I did work?” Lance asked.

“We're talking about something eles” Hodgins asked looking at the both us then back at his wife. “they're hiding something... What are you up to?” Lance said setting down the file he had in his free hand.

Angela sighed and looked at us with a guilty face. “we wanted you guys to admit your feeling for each other.” Lance raised an eyebrow not too affected, I on the other hand turned beat red.

“you guys are always worried about getting other people together” Hodgins sighed. “me and Ange, Booth and Brennan... It was time you guys got a little help.”

I felt thankful for them but at the same time I was annoyed and embarrassed. Aside from Lance, Angela and Hodgins were my closest friends, they were the only ones who knew about my feeling for a long time... That was intill it was 'obvious' we liked each other. Angela said our feelings were way more noticeable than Seeley and Temperance's ever was.

I looked over at Lance, a little scared for his reaction. His face was sorta blank, like he was processing everything. The redness in his cheeks gave me a little hope.

Lance let out a little chuckle “sticking us together isn't really the logical aproch” I said. Our hands had loosened up a bit, but we were still stuck.

“oh, that was actually for the case, but then my idea came into play later... It just sorta worked out” Hodgins said.

I moved my hand again and this time our hands came apart. “hey, we're un stuck” Lance smiled wipping his hands on the paper towle Angela have him.

“good...” I said standing up. “I need sometime to think” I started to leave but Angela stoped me.

“you guys did nothing wrong... Really, but I just need to process everything”

I turned to Lance who looked a little upset. I hated myself for leaving so quickly but everything was suddenly moving at hyper speed.

“I'll see you at home” I smiled at Lance. He smiled at me too as I refured to his apartment as home. He then looked down and mumbled 'bye'

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

I got home first, I paced back and forth in the living room, rehearsing what I was gonna say to Lance. Most scenarios ended with 'I love you', but other had me chickening out. After about thirty minutes and sighed and sat on the couch, maybe some TV with calm my head.

Old reruns of grey's anatomy was on, and like the rest of the world it seems like they wanted us together too. I know it was a coincidence, but the episode with Meredith Grey making the candle house for Derek and admitting her love for him hit harder than the last time I watched it.

My thoughts were cut off by the door opening and Lance's keys clinking on the table. “I'm home” he called out.

“Hey, Lance” I said softly as he walked into the living room. I shut off the TV and gave Lance my undivided attention. I knew he wanted to talk, but he looked as nervous as I was. He didn't go into shrink mode, we need to talk as Lance and y/n, not as shrink and patient. It was always so easy to talk to him, so was is it hard now?

“so you wanted to talk?” I asked, breaking the ice. Lance chuckled slight and put his hands in his pockets.

“I don't know evertime we try, we get interrupted” he slightly joked.

I softly smiled and looked down then back up at him. “well... There's no Hodgins or Experiments to interrupt us... Let's talk, we need to”

“we need to talk about us” Lance said, now standing infront of me. I looked up and gulped. He sighed and gave me a soft look. “your not scared of anything why-”

I looked up at him shocked. “scared? Lance I'm scared of everything! My father, who I am, our job, and most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you.”

I don't know what possessed me, but I walked up to him and planted a quick kiss on his lips. Lance's eyes widened and slightly pulled back. I gulped feeling I made a big mistake.

“I'm sor-” I was cut off as his hand cupped the side of my cheek pulling me closer. Our lips coiled in soft, slow kiss.

His hands fell to the back of my thighs and lifted me up, my legs locked around his waist as he walked backwards and tumbled into the couch. I stratled his lap as our lips locked. His hands fell to my waist, our eyes locked as I move my hands to the back of his neck, running my fingers though his curls. His hands moved the the back of my neck pushing his lips harder to mine. His toung gently touched my bottom lip asking for entrance. I granted him entrance as my hands fell to his chest.

“Wait” he sighs lowly, resting his forehead to mine. His chocolate eyes locked with mine. “I don't want this to be a one time thing... Y/n I've been in love with you since the day I met you”

I took Lance’s face in my hands, kissing him softly. It’s a small gesture but, it seems to more serious and intimate than you expected. “I love you too...”

He smiled and planted a quick kiss on my lips before flipping us, so I was lying on the couch with Lance hovering over me. He plated a soft kiss on my neck then move north, finding his way back to my lips as his hands moved under my shirt and gripped my waist gently.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“We're together, right?” Lance asked softly. We had found ourselves in his room and instead of sleeping we just talked into the night. I lifted my head from his chest as he started to ramble.

“We can do couple stuff like going out on dates, cuddling, making out-” I giggled and cut him off with a sweet kiss.

“I'm your Lance” his smile only got bigger as our lips locked in a loving kiss. “What did I do to deserve someone as amazing as you?” he whispered as he rested his forehead to mine.

As bizarre as it sounds, I never felt so lucky to be threatened by a criminal. I'm sure me and Lance would have found our way to each other, but this situation made the possibility happen a lot quicker. I couldn't tell you want love was intill I met Lance Sweets.

#Lance Sweets #Lance Sweets x reader #BONES #Bones x reader #Lance Sweets imagines #Seeley Booth x reader #Temperance Brennan #Bones imagines #Bones TV show

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bookmaker-untaken · 5 months ago

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i have options -

play me like a violin - stephen

nonsense - sabrina carpenter

talk - hozier

whoever calls to u strongest

used all three songs cause i couldn’t help myself

Bodyguard! Nanami Kento x CEO! Reader

Summary: But hey, it's not Nanami Kento's fault he's got so much cake.

Warnings: Attempted Thirstiness, Likely OOC, Cringe, Drinking, Cursing

Word Count: 1,277

i. Think I only want one number in my phone I might change your contact to "don't leave me alone”

These old cronies disgust you.

It takes everything in you not to throw up at every word they say, and you still gag a little in the back of your throat.

Every policy these higher ups throw your way is so blatantly self-serving, so clearly made to line their pockets, it's almost comical.

But it's not funny, it's business.

You curse your Mom for deciding it would be a good idea to retire early and travel the world while you get to stay here and pick up the damn mess.

Ugh, this meeting should have been an email.

You’re so bored.

And when you are bored, your eyes wander to the same spot - your bodyguard, standing with his hands behind his back and his arms on full display looking all scrum-diddly-umptious.

You wish you could grab his ass, but you, unlike the dusty old men your acquainted with, you have some decorum.

Even if it is hanging by a thread.

But hey, it's not Nanami Kento's fault he's got so much cake.

ii. I don't want no one else (don't want) Baby, I'm in too deep (too deep)

Despite your innate capacity for evil and how down bad you are, you do not make a move on Nanami Kento.

You do, however, yap his fucking ear off.

Your therapist says she thinks you where neglected as a child.

You say you pay him well so you can do whatever the hell you want.

He carries your shopping bags for you and listens as you discuss fashion and complain about campaign lobbyists in the same sentence. "And then ... Kento?"

He's quiet for too long, alert. "We're being followed."

"Ugh, it's probably just the paparazzi," You say with a flick of the wrist and a roll of the eyes.

"Probably," He says. "But the precautions remain the same. Stay close."

He guides you by the small of your back and inside you are literally internally punching the air.

"You could have said please,"

He glances down at you. Well, you can't see it because of his glasses, but you know the weight of his gaze. "Please."

Your going to melt on the spot, on god. If he's any more sexy you might just kiss him in the middle of the street.

"It seems they got the message."

"Damn, I was really hoping to see you fight." You say, mostly just to cause problems. You pay this man, but you don't know really what he's capable of. You’ve never had to see.

"That's unfortunate," He says, pushing up his glasses. "Because I do not wish to fight."

"That's, like, your job!"

"No," He says. "My job is to protect you."

You blush a little. "Stop flirting with me."

"Believe me, you would know if I were flirting with you."

iii . This fire in my head's got me on edge I'm going out tonight

You need this man, biblically.

It's embarrassing.

You're suppose to be an independent woman. And falling for your bodyguard?

That's cliche as hell.

You’re disappointed in yourself.

So what do you do? You work out, you work hard, you focus on therapy.

And when that doesn't work - you party, you spend, you drink.

The air is moist with the sweat of grinding bodies and the smell of much cologne illuminated in electric blue for a second, then cast in halogenic pink. You can feel the beat in your chest.

"Just you and I," The guy is singing over the remixed trap beat. "Far from the places we can't get away from- "

"Kento!" You call over the pulsing music. "I wanna go home!"

"Alright." Is all he says.

You put your hands out. "Carry me!" You trying him on purpose now. Will he do it?

He turns around, lowering his broad back toward you.

Your happy it's a piggyback ride, because he can't see the blush forming on your cheeks.

"That was too loud," You complain.

Nanami is silent.

You move your cheek away from his warmth. "Aren't you going to ask why I went?"

"You don't pay me to be nosy." He says.

"What if I wanted to tell you?"

"Then you would," He says. "And I would listen."

"Because you were payed to, right?"

"It does come with the job description, yes."

"That's all I am to you, huh, a job description?" You sigh hard. You should have expected as much.

Nanami, notably, doesn't respond - but your a little too far gone and a little too in your own feelings to process that.

iv. I'd be the last shred of truth In the lost myth of true love (hey ya)

One time, you saw a girl flirting with Nanami.

You where jealous for all of two seconds. You weren't some unreasonable fanfic CEO, he could talk to people damn it!

But the feeling that quickly washed over you was just as icky.

She was pretty, naturally so. She pushed her hair behind her ear with a bashful smile.

You wondered if she was the kind of girl Nanami liked.

If he was gonna hold her hand and they where going to walk off into the sunset and have normal looking poor people babies.

And you would get some older, gruffer looking bodyguard who liked to hit it from the back and never loved you.

Nanami seemed like the kind of guy who would hit it from the front. … Not that you'd thought too deeply about that.

You'd die.

Your therapist told you it was okay to want things.

You thought that hag should mind her own business.

… Even if you payed her and she was one of the only other people, other than Nanami, that always told you the truth.

Anyway, after his lunch break - promptly at 12 o'clock, Nanami arrived to work with a small box.

He slid it toward you.

You raised an eyebrow.

"You seemed ... upset after that last meeting," was all he said. He cleared his throat.

You wanted to make him wify. Posthaste.

But you knew you’d probably never get the chance.

v. I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things I would do

You are not one of god's strongest soldiers.

You know this because of the barking you hear in the back of your head when you see Nanami's hands on full display.

(How Victorian maiden of you.)

You watch as he unbuckles your heels, slides them off.

"Fuck me," You breath.

His hands and taking care of you? It's too much.

Your therapist says that we often crave things we don't normally have.

Nanami doesn't respond.

This frustrates you.

"Hey!" You bark, reaching to throw a pillow at him. "Didn't you hear me?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

You don't give him a second.

"Is it because I'm a bitch?"

"Why would you believe anything that comes out out the mouth of those degenerates," He says, with a bit more force than usual.

You feel it react in you like the Advil disintegrating in commercials.

"Then why not ... " You say, more quietly, hugging the pillow to your chest.

He sighs. "Now is not a good time."

You click your tongue at him. "When is it? I've been trying to jump your bones for years!"

"You're drunk."

"So you'll fuck me when I'm not? Like ... in the morning?"

"We'll see."

"Kento?"

"Hmm."

"Will ... " Your cheeks dust with color. "Will you kiss me too?"

"If your good for me now and go to bed, yes."

You puff out your chest, accepting the challenge. "Goodnight, Kento!"

The corner of his lips jump at this. “Goodnight, princess."

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Safe Haven [Chapter Eleven]

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains violence, drug use, domestic abuse, smut, hurt/comfort, angst, mutual pining, friends to lovers

a/n: Finally getting chapter eleven up after a little break working on this fic! We get some cheeky Mikey fluff at the end of this one and the date you're all probably looking forward to will be in the next chapter! Feedback is always appreciated!

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"You were going to leave without saying anything to me?" Megan snapped.

Her hand darted out across the table, slapping your arm sharply and causing you to press a few keys on your laptop keyboard accidentally. Your head turned towards her, a guilty look on your face.

"What the fuck, sis?" she shot. "You could have at least told me!"

“You’d have tried to come up with some ridiculous plan for me to stay,” you replied. “Don’t tell me otherwise.”

“We both could have talked to Birdy!” she exclaimed. “She likes me! Or we could’ve talked to Michael! I’m sure she would’ve listened to him .”

“I didn’t know that was a possibility, okay?” you explained. “I kept telling myself he’d believe her over me. And I figured if I told you I was leaving, you’d do something crazy like tell Michael–”

Megan pointed a firm finger at you, her expression serious when she cut you off. “You’re damn fucking right I’d have gone and told his ass you were getting run out of the country by his aunt. Because I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be too thrilled if you just up and left on him. That man has caught feelings for you.” Her hand lowered, picking up her mug of coffee from the table with a sigh as she brought it to her lips. “So what did end up happening? Since you’re still here, I assume something happened.”

You sighed yourself, sitting back in the kitchen chair and focusing on your sister instead of the emails you’d been looking through. “I had my bags in the trunk of the car, was ready to make my way to the airport, but then Michael just literally shows up at that exact moment before I could leave,” you told her.

“Wow, that is some fortuitous luck,” she muttered.

“Birdy had been driving him back from the Garda station,” you continued. “So she was trying to tell him I was a liar and then I just–just blurted out the reason why I was actually leaving. It seemed to change her tune real quick. But oh Meg, you should have seen how pissed he was.”

“At you?” she asked, her brows pulling together.

You shook your head quickly. “No, at Birdy. For threatening me,” you told her.

Her eyes went wide as she swiftly leaned across the table towards you. “Was he screaming and cursing a bunch? Threatening her back?”

“Threatening her a bit it seemed. But no, it wasn’t some violent, loud outburst,” you answered. “It was like…this really calm, really collected rage. She practically shrank under his stare. It was…”

“Scary?” Megan supplied.

“No,” you admitted, a sheepish smile on your lips as you ducked your head. “It was…kind of hot, actually.”

Megan barked out a laugh, the sound only drawing a blush to further form on your cheeks.

“Oh my God!” she squealed. “You want him to do some bad, bad things to you in the bedroom, don’t you?”

“What?” you asked in alarm, eyes going wide as your head darted back up.

“Stop it,” she said, grinning at you. “Because I also want him to do some bad, bad things to you in the bedroom. Damn girl, you need it.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, eyes returning to your laptop.

“So was that all that happened? Because you were passed out last night when I got home, so you didn’t really tell me anything before bed,” she pressed.

Your bottom lip rolled between your teeth as you tried to bite back a smile. Megan caught on quickly, gasping audibly before she was leaning across the table again, slapping your arm repeatedly.

“Spill, bitch! Spill! Did you two finally fuck?” she pried.

“No, we didn’t do that!” you answered her, trying to swat away her hands. “But we talked briefly about Victor. And…some other things. But then he asked me out for coffee tomorrow morning and then we…kissed.”

Megan’s expression quickly changed to something soft as she cooed, “Aww, you finally kissed him? How was it? Was it good?”

Your gaze lowered to the table, the smile growing on your face as you recalled that moment from yesterday morning. You remembered the heavy sexual tension you felt in the air with his forehead pressed to yours, his warm breath falling over your lips. The way he’d finally and so carefully pressed his lips to yours in a gentle, sweet kiss. How your heart was pounding in your chest when his mouth had moved so deliberate and slow against yours. You’d melted into him on that couch when his big hands gradually held you firmly to him, right before his tongue had slipped into your mouth. You could still recall the way he tasted, the way his tongue felt against yours, and the memory of that alone was beginning to stir a heat within you.

“Okay, well it must’ve been good because it looks like you’re getting a lady boner thinking about it,” Megan said, breaking through your thoughts.

You cleared your throat, licking your lips as you focused back on her. Biting back a smile you admitted, “He’s a really good kisser. And I would certainly like to explore… more of that with him.”

“And more of him , I’m sure,” Megan teased.

You rolled your eyes, your focus returning back to your emails. “Okay, yes, I would,” you agreed. “But I’m–”

Your sentence hung unfinished in the air when you spotted a new email that had come into your work email address inbox. The sender’s email address instantly caught your eye. It was your previous address from where you’d just disappeared from before uprooting and moving to Dublin. Swallowing hard, you realized Victor must have finally caught wind of your place in Wisconsin. It was probably only a matter of time before he discovered you’d been in Chicago next. Would he be able to figure out where you’d flown to from O’Hare airport?

“But you’re what?” Megan said in annoyance, nudging you with her foot under the table. “Come on, you know I hate when you leave me hanging like that.”

Mouth opening, no words came out as you continued to stare at the email. You felt the cold prickle of fear steadily creeping up your spine, blanketing you in the unpleasant sensation.

“Grace?” your sister called out.

“It’s him,” you whispered, eyes glued to the screen. “He’s getting closer.”

Megan pushed her chair out, rising to her feet. “What?” she asked.

Stepping around behind you, Megan placed her hands on the back of your chair and leaned over your shoulder. You pointed at the email address on the screen.

“That’s my old address in Wisconsin,” you explained. “I’d noticed he’d caught onto where I’d last stayed in Washington and slipped out to Chicago for a few weeks. I was afraid he’d find me in Wisconsin if I didn’t. And then I–I panicked in Chicago and that’s why I came out here.”

You turned, looking at your sister beside you. Her focus steadily shifted back to you.

“I thought my best chance to get away was to finally leave the States,” you told her. “But I’m starting to worry. Birdy mentioned the Serpents have a chapter in Cork.”

Megan’s face fell as she stood upright, her hands landing on her hips. “You’re kidding me, right? They’re here now, too?”

“Yeah, apparently,” you answered. “Running guns in Ireland. Probably a new source for the Club Stateside. It makes sense.”

Megan’s eyes slowly returned to your laptop screen, your own gaze following it. She gestured a hand towards your computer.

“So are you going to open it?” she asked.

You shook your head quickly, staring at the email address that felt like it was taunting you. “No,” you said. “I’m starting to wonder if he’s tracking me through some of this. It’s better that I change my work email address again, but my editor is going to be pissed because I just did that a few days ago.”

“Who cares,” Megan said. “I’d rather she be pissed than you be dead.”

"Yeah," you breathed out.

With your pulse still racing, you exited out of your email and closed your laptop. That feeling of being watched returned and the sensation only made your skin crawl.

"We'll figure it out, okay?" Megan assured you. "And maybe it'll be harder for him to find you here. He's probably expecting you somewhere in the U.S. still. I doubt he'd think to look in Ireland."

"Right," you replied softly. "You're–you're probably right."

Movement outside of the kitchen window caught both of your attention, your heads both quickly spinning in the direction to see what it was. Birdy was making her way up the paved driveway and you noticed she was carrying a plate in her hands. What the hell was she up to now?

"Not what I needed this morning at all," you complained, rising to your feet.

"Maybe she isn't coming to run you out of Ireland this time?" Megan suggested.

You didn't answer her as you made your way to the front door. Opening it, you came face to face with Birdy and the polite smile on her face. Crossing your arms over your chest, you leant up against the doorframe as Megan came to stand behind you.

"Birdy," you greeted sharply.

"G'mornin' dears," she said cheerily. "I hope you're doin' well?"

"Better than I was doing earlier in the week," you answered flatly with a pointed stare.

Her smile briefly faltered at your words, her eyes landing on Megan behind you for a moment before they returned to you. Awkwardly she held up the plate in her hands, your eyes dropping down to the baked good that was on it.

"Made ya both a coffee cake," she said. "Couldn' exactly sleep last night and I felt bad for…what I'd done."

"How do I know you didn't poison that?" you asked, gesturing to the coffee cake.

Birdy’s face fell as she nodded. "S'pose I deserve that," she said. "But I didn't poison it. I came to offer a proper apology. For what I unknowingly did to ya, dear."

One of your brows arched in surprise at her. You certainly hadn't been expecting that as the cause of her visit.

"Would it be alrigh' if I come inside for a chat, Grace?" she asked hopefully. "Just the two of us?"

For a moment you contemplated what she was asking of you, your lips pressing firmly together as you stared back at her. Eventually you pushed off the doorframe and stepped aside, waving Birdy in. You figured it was probably better to hear her out. If she really was going to make amends it was better to have Birdy on your side than against you.

Birdy made her way straight to the kitchen as you closed the front door, hearing Megan following behind her. When you stepped into the kitchen yourself, you saw your sister grabbing her half empty mug of coffee from the table where you both had previously been, her eyes lingering hungrily on the coffee cake as she began to make her way out of the room.

"I'll be in the back garden if you need me," she said to you as she passed by.

Your attention focused on Birdy, arms still firmly crossed over your chest as you stood opposite the kitchen island from her. Neither of you spoke until you'd heard the back door slide open and then closed again, signaling the pair of you really were alone.

"I'm sorry for jumpin' to conclusions, Grace," Birdy began, her tone shockingly sincere. "I noticed somethin' seemed off from the moment I met ya and I couldn' let it go. I had to look into it because that naggin' feelin' wouldn't leave me be. I needed to make sure ya weren't some sorta threat to my family. Ya have to understand that, at least."

"I do," you replied, arms still crossed over your chest. "I understand that, but you also threatened me, Birdy."

That look you'd seen her give Mikey yesterday morning was on her face again now. It was oddly disarming as she glanced down at the coffee cake on the counter before her. Her fingers were nervously tapping along the edge of the plate.

"I–I cannot apologize enough," she said, gently saying your real name. "I didn't know he was your ex-fiance. Nor did I know he was…violent with ya. There was–was nothin’ in my searchin’ that woulda been able to tell me any of that."

She winced, her gaze still on the coffee cake but it looked distant. As if she was somewhere else right now, somewhere besides your sister’s kitchen. You watched her in silence, waiting for her to speak again.

"I s'pose I should have read it on your face, dear," she continued quietly. "I understand what it was that caught my attention with ya now. Because I’ve been there myself."

You stiffened at her admission, sucking in a sharp breath. The sound drew her eyes back up to yours. She sent you a sad smile before she slowly nodded.

“Ya aren’t alone, Grace,” she admitted. “But ya say you're here in Dublin hidin' from your ex then?"

"Yes," you answered.

Birdy’s eyes narrowed a little at your response. "How long have ya been hidin' from him, dear?" she asked next.

"Almost two years," you confessed.

"And he’s lookin' to hurt ya, is he?" she pressed.

You nodded, your arms further tightening over your chest. The email from just a bit ago flashed through your mind.

"More like kill me," you told her.

Birdy eyed you for a long moment, her eyes softer than they'd ever been towards you. You felt yourself gradually relaxing in her presence this time.

"Have ya ever thought 'bout fightin' back, pet?" she asked curiously. "Instead of hidin'?"

Brows rising up onto your forehead, you gaped back at her. "What?" you questioned.

She pressed both of her hands to the countertop, leaning forward towards you. There was a dangerous smile drawing the corners of her lips up, something devious in the piercing blue of her eyes.

"Have ya thought 'bout takin' him out yourself, dear?" she clarified. "Standin' your ground? Stop lettin' him scare ya away from living your life?"

"Are you suggesting I kill him?" you gasped, eyes widening.

"I'm suggestin' exactly that," she replied.

Mouth still open, you could feel your heart beating wildly in your chest at the idea. You'd never considered that before. You'd certainly never killed someone before and you didn't think you had it in you. Victor was dangerous and he certainly would not hesitate to kill you, but you? Kill him ?

"Now I don’t necessarily mean you need to be doin’ the deed. But it’s just a thought, dear," Birdy said, pushing back off the counter and shrugging a shoulder. "Ya caught Mikey's eye and I have a feelin' he's already thinkin' along those lines himself."

"I don't want him involved," you said immediately. "I don't want him to get hurt."

"Ohh, love," Birdy said with a light laugh. "I assure ya that our sweet Mikey can certainly handle himself. Ya don’t need to worry your pretty little head ‘bout him.” Birdy’s head tilted to the side, her eyes narrowing again. “D’ya have a gun, dear?”

“What?” you asked, surprised again by her bluntness. “No–no. Not here. It’s not exactly like I could travel with one.”

Birdy’s hand lightly patted the countertop. “I’ll get ya one, Grace. In case ya have need of it. Ya never know,” she said. “But maybe let’s not tell Mikey ‘bout it, yeah? I imagine he’ll be wantin’ to be doin’ the protectin’.”

“I–” you paused, your brows knitting together in confusion on your forehead.

All week Birdy had been wary of you. Making threats and trying to push you out of Dublin. Now she was showing up with coffee cake and chatting, offering to bring you a gun for protection. It was a drastic change from how she’d been and it had made you more than a little curious and confused.

“Why’re you suddenly trying to help me?” you asked. “You’ve been spending this past week trying to get rid of me and now you’re offering to bring me a gun?”

“I don’t like men like your ex,” Birdy stated sharply, her jaw set firm. “And I look out for my family. Even though I know ya aren’t family, pet, ya mean somethin’ to my Mikey. And that means somethin’ to me. So as long as you aren’t a threat to the Kinsellas, you’ll have me lookin’ out for both your sister and yourself.”

You swallowed the lump of emotions forming in your throat at her words. It had been so long–too long–since anyone else had looked out for you. Now here Birdy was, easily switching from enemy to ally just like that.

“I’ve seen how happy you’ve been makin’ Mikey lately,” Birdy added softly, a little smile returning to her mouth. “It warms my heart. He cares ‘bout ya. And I’m guessin’ the feeling’s mutual?”

Heat crept onto your cheeks, your eyes dropping down to your feet. “I haven’t exactly had the opportunity to be with anyone in a long time,” you admitted. “Never stayed anywhere long enough after Victor. I tried to push him away but–” you bit your lip, recalling the way his hazel eyes saw you. “I can’t–can’t seem to stay away from him. It’s like he gets me. Sees me. Doesn’t judge me. And I just…find myself wanting to let him in.”

“Hmm,” Birdy happily hummed out, making her way around the kitchen island towards you. “He’s a good man, Michael. A very good man. One with a very big heart. Don’t let his past scare ya, dear. He’d never hurt ya. Despite the things he’s done, Mikey’s a very gentle soul.”

Your eyes rose back up and landed on Birdy’s warm smile. Somehow the heat only increased in your cheeks at the conversation.

“I’m not afraid of him,” you said. “I’ve already told him that.”

“Good,” Birdy stated. “Bet he needed to hear that. But I won’t overstay my welcome, pet,” she continued. “If ya need me, ya know where I live. Don’t hesitate to ask for help with anythin’–especially if it’s some of the Kinsellas themselves. Sometimes they can be a handful and we currently have some… things keepin’ us on edge.”

“I haven’t exactly met the others,” you told her.

“Ahh well,” Birdy said, a grin on her face. “I’m sure ya will soon enough.”

You watched as she turned, making her way out of the kitchen and towards the front door. A few seconds later you startled when she popped her head back into the kitchen.

“I’ll get ya that gun, soon,” she assured you. “Don’t ya worry.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Birdy sent you one last smile before she opened the front door and stepped out. Through the kitchen window you watched as she made her way back down the driveway and turned towards her house.

So she was going to get you a gun and she wasn’t trying to run you out of Ireland anymore. She seemed sincere in her apology, too. Things seemed to be working out, for now at least.

Maybe Dublin wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe you could let your walls down a little bit here. And maybe Birdy was on to something about standing your ground instead of hiding.

Resting your back against the headboard of your bed, you were working on interacting with your fans on social media just as Angela had reminded you to do earlier this evening. As you’d predicted, she’d been quite agitated when you needed to change your email address yet again so soon, but when you’d told her you’d made progress towards the deadline, she’d quickly eased up on you.

After Birdy’s visit earlier, despite the intimidating email this morning, your mood had lightened a bit and you’d found the words just seemed to flow right out of you. You’d managed to write quite a few thousand words before you’d gotten a bit of a headache and decided to focus on social media before calling it a night. Which is why you’d been relaxing on your bed for the past hour now, responding to messages and comments. Thankfully none of which were from your ex this time.

The light turning on in Michael’s room caught your eye and you immediately glanced up from your laptop screen on your lap. Michael was making his way into his bedroom, one hand running through his hair. He looked tired as he shuffled into his room, but he stopped in his tracks when he spotted you laying on the bed. Hand slowly dropping to his side, a smile began to form on his lips.

You hadn’t seen him since yesterday morning when he’d stopped you from leaving. You’d admittedly been a little disappointed when he hadn’t reached out to you at all today–or later last night to potentially continue where things had left off–but you knew you were getting coffee with him tomorrow morning. You’d see him then. But watching him now as he slowly made his way towards his bedroom window with his eyes locked on you and that grin steadily growing on his mouth, you realized you’d really missed him today.

Michael eventually came to a stop at his window, his hands reaching down and pulling it up. He stuck a hand out, gesturing towards your window and clearly asking you to do the same. With a playful roll of your eyes, you closed out of the tabs on your laptop and closed it, setting it aside on the mattress. And then you slid off the side of the bed and rose to your feet, making your way over towards the window. Grabbing onto it, you pulled it up high and were greeted with the chilly night air outside. You bent down and stuck your head outside, resting your elbows on the window ledge. Across from you, Michael copied the gesture, a tired smile on his face as he did. With the pair of you leaning out of the window like this, you could have been close enough to touch if you both had just reached out.

“Hi,” you said, unable to resist the grin forming on your own mouth.

“Hey,” he replied.

“Haven't seen you in awhile,” you told him.

“I’m sorry ‘bout that,” he replied, a hand scratching at his beard. “Family shite came up. Been dealin’ with the…aftermath of some things.”

The shooting he’d done the other night, no doubt. It had probably started a feud. You hoped it wasn’t anything too serious though.

“I understand,” you said. “Been…dealing with a few things myself.”

His dark brows pulled together instantly, his expression switching to concern and worry. “Your ex?” he asked.

You shook your head, eyes focusing on your fidgeting hands. “Nothing serious at the moment. Nothing to be too worried about just yet at least. But Birdy paid me a visit this morning,” you told him.

“She come 'round to make more threats?” Michael asked, an edge to his words.

“No!” you answered quickly, eyes flying back up to his face as you shook your head. “No, she actually came over to apologize. And it was…surprisingly genuine. I hadn’t been expecting that. Or the coffee cake."

The muscles in his face relaxed, the tension in his shoulders easing. He ran a hand over his mouth, a small smile already back on it.

“Yeah, Birdy she–she's a good one," he said, the fondness clear in his voice. "She means well, but she's very protective over the family." The smile faltered on his face, the corners of his lips curving downward as he continued. "And I'm sorry she did what she did to ya, Grace. It wasn' right."

"Well it's settled now," you assured him.

"I'm–I'm glad ya didn't leave, either," he admitted softly.

"Me too," you agreed.

A coy smile gradually spread over your lips as you continued to hold his gaze. Michael’s brow rose curiously at the sight of it.

"Because I'd have apparently missed a really good kiss if I had," you added.

A bark of surprised laughter flew out of Michael, a bright smile lighting up his face once again. The sound stirred something warm in you, your heart skipping happily in your chest. You watched as he bit his lip when his laughter subsided, eyeing you fondly across the small distance.

"Yeah?" he asked, a boyish grin on his mouth. "Ya weren't the only one who would've missed it. I'll tell ya that."

"You know," you continued with a sly smile, watching as his only grew when he leaned further out of his window towards you, "we never did get to pick up where we left off."

"Mmm," he hummed out, coming to rest his chin in his palm. "You're right. We didn't. Maybe tomorrow mornin' we can."

"Oh that's right," you teased, feigning innocence. "You asked me on a date, didn't you?"

"Only took ya two times to finally accept," he countered.

You laughed, your body feeling like it was lighter than air right now. It had been so long since you'd felt like this and somehow Michael kept managing to achieve it without really even trying. There was just something about him, you didn't understand it, but he made you feel safe. When you were with him, you forgot all your worries and fears. It was just the two of you.

You liked it.

"I'm lookin' forward to gettin' coffee with ya in the mornin'," Michael confessed. "But I should probably get some sleep myself. Been a long couple of days for me."

You nodded, ignoring the disappointment that flooded you. You'd see him tomorrow, you reminded yourself. For a date. And you'd surely get to kiss him again then.

"I won't keep you up," you told him. "I should probably get some sleep soon, too."

"G'night, Grace," he said, a warm smile on his mouth.

"Goodnight, Michael," you replied.

Both of you slipped back through your windows, your eyes still locked on each other as you both closed them. You couldn't help but laugh when you saw him grab onto his curtains to close them.

"No show tonight?" you joked, knowing he couldn't hear you.

Michael paused, his eyes on your lips as his brows drew together in confusion. His hand released his curtain and instead came down to reopen his window. He gestured back to yours and you felt heat creeping up your neck. Slowly you opened your window back up.

"What'd ya say, pet?" he asked, brows still pulled together. "Didn't hear ya."

You cleared your throat awkwardly. He wasn't supposed to have heard what you'd said to begin with but how else did you respond to that?

"I uh, I was just saying there's no show for me tonight," you said, your cheeks burning.

Michael’s eyebrows rose slowly onto his forehead, a cheeky grin snaking its way onto his lips. "Oh yeah? Enjoyed that did ya?" he teased.

Swallowing hard, you wished you could disappear into the floor. "I was–was just joking," you replied awkwardly.

"Mmm," he hummed out, that cheeky smile still on his mouth. "Well I been wonderin' where my show was," he teased.

Your jaw dropped at his unexpected boldness and Michael chuckled. You hadn't anticipated that to come out of him.

"Michael Kinsella," you said, his name coming out more breathless than you'd intended which only appeared to grow his smile. "And here I was thinking you were a little shy ."

He laughed again, shaking his head at you. "I assure ya, pet, I'm not shy," he told you. "But I'm only jokin' myself."

Closing your mouth you tried to recover, but it was difficult considering the look that Michael was still giving you from his room. Especially after that comment. You wished you could jump the gap into his room and discover just how not shy he really was.

"I'll see ya in the mornin', Grace," he said, shooting you a wink.

You tried to bite back the smile on your face, your cheeks burning still. You wondered if he could see it as he lowered his window, that cheeky grin turning a little smug smirk on his face. Reaching up, you lowered your own window, your eyes still fixed on Michael as you did.

You were about to send him a wave and close your curtains, but you saw his hands grab the hem of his navy sweater before he pulled it up over his head, tossing it onto the floor behind him like he'd done the other morning. Laughter bubbled out of you, a hand lifting to cover your mouth as you watched him point to you through the window. You swore he'd said 'just for you' before he grinned, the brightness from his smile reaching his eyes. Your own eyes openly roved the sight of his now exposed chest, your fingers desperately itching to touch him.

He was certainly attractive, you couldn't deny it.

You were still laughing when he sent a wave your way, your hand falling from your mouth to return the gesture. Slowly he closed the curtains, cutting off your view of him. It took you a moment to stop the giggles that your laughter had fallen into and finally close your own curtains.

As you made your way back to your bed, flipping open your laptop to finish what you'd been doing before you went to sleep, you couldn't help but realize you were still smiling. You certainly liked Michael Kinsella, that much was incredibly obvious. And whatever this was forming between you both had been absolutely unexpected when you'd disappeared to Dublin. But you were quickly becoming grateful for it.

And as the night wore on, you found yourself steadily growing giddy and nervous for your coffee date with him tomorrow morning.

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Chapter 2)

“YOU DID WHAT!?”

Laney winces at how loud Konnie is shouting. “I made a bet with Corey.” She repeats. It’s just her and Konnie at the lunch table as Kim is in the science labs checking her experiment with Carrie, and Larry just doesn’t have this lunch period. “Okay, but why?” Konnie stresses as she picks up her grilled cheese sandwich from her lunch tray. “If you guys win the battle of the bands, he leaves me alone.” Laney explains with a shrug as she digs around in her backpack for her lunch box. She finally finds it and pulls out a bag of chips. “But if we lose?” Laney deflates a little. “I have to rejoin Grojband for a month and if I enjoy being a part of the band again, I have to consider staying permanently.” She tacks on.

Konnie shakes her head. “Well this gives us more of a reason to win. But seriously, why did you think this was a good idea? You’re literally the brain cell of The Newmans, that’s why you’re our manager.” She points out. Laney opens her mouth to answer her but finds that she doesn’t know what to say. Like she knows the main reasons why she said yes, but in all honesty she paid attention to the pros instead of the cons. Why did that happen? Laney usually goes for the cons first instead of the pros.

“I-I don’t know. I guess I wasn’t thinking about what would happen if The Newmans lost. You guys wouldn’t leave me if I had to go back to Grojband, right?” The bag of chips Laney has been holding pops open and chip crumbs fall onto Konnie’s lunch tray. Fortunately the other girl doesn’t seem to care however and just organizes them into a little pile on her tray while she answers Laney’s question. “Of course not, Penny Lane. You’ve become an important part of our group since you’ve started hanging out with us. Even before you became our manager, you were important to the team.” Konnie assures her, using the nickname that the band gave to Laney when she first started hanging out with them to further prove her point.

Laney takes a deep breath, silently reminding herself to breathe evenly so that she doesn’t work herself into a panic attack. Though even if she did work herself into a panic attack, she’d be okay because she’s hanging with Konnie right now and Konnie knows how to calm her down the best. “Thanks Konnie.” Laney says, feeling a bit more assured. Konnie nods. “Girl, you know I always got your back.” As sweet as the sentiment is, it makes Laney laugh afterwards because Konnie is sprinkling chip crumbs from her plate into her mouth. Though Laney would probably do the same. “Hey, do you have work today?” Konnie asks once she’s swallowed some water.

“Yep, it’s gonna be a long shift too so I’ll be doing homework there.” Laney says with a sigh. “Well, me and the others are gonna stop by and visit you. We could do homework together if the shop’s not too busy.” Konnie suggests, making Laney smile even more. “Yeah, that sounds good. You guys ARE always a great buffer for Corey.” She says, popping some chips in her mouth. “Oh and let me know if they need to hire more people because I will try to get hired to keep you company.” Konnie adds, finishing off the grilled cheese. “You don’t have to do that but I’ll keep you posted.” Laney says with a laugh.

Out of all the Newmans, Laney was the closest to Konnie. After the big blow up between her and Grojband, which had happened at school with an audience of no less than thirty, Laney had run off to cry in a janitor's closet. Konnie was there when the blow up had happened so she chased after Laney and comforted her. The rest is pretty much history, with Laney being added into the Newman’s crew as their manager that week at lunch. Being as close as she is to Konnie also meant that she knew a lot more about Konnie than most people. Like her secret boyfriend.

“How are you and Kon doing by the way? He hasn't sent me cryptic emails on his burner account asking for date ideas in a while.” Laney asks, causing Konnie to blush. “Oh we’re good. Coming up on that one year, so he’s been trying to prove that he can plan the perfect date without your help.” She says, her eyes practically morphing into hearts. Kon was the only member of Grojband that Laney had a good relationship with to this day, so she very much approved of the relationship between Konnie and Kon. “Well as long as he's treating you well, I have no complaints.” Laney says with a grin and a shrug. She pulled out the last of the food in her lunch box.

“Want my cheese stick?”

*****

You know what sucks?

Writing lyrics and using your own inspiration instead of your sister’s. But Corey knows it must be done if he wants to get his thoughts out. This of course, means that he has to write yet another song about Laney that he’ll never perform. But getting the words out isn’t as easy as it sounds, no, no, no. If anything, he’s having more trouble than usual, what with the bet that’s gonna put Laney back in his life for a month, the fact that the Newmans are currently in his dad’s shop and have been here for the past two hours, oh and that shiny necklace in the display shelf Corey is writing on isn’t helping much either.

He should have known the Ewmans were coming when Lanes asked his dad if her friends could come to the shop and do homework with her. His dad said, yes, of course because Laney is his favorite employee and apparently she gets her work done or something. Which sucks because when Corey asks his dad if Kin and Kon can come hang out with him in the shop, he’s told “No, Corey, finish pricing the rare books section and organizing it by price.” To which Corey would like to say that it’s not his fault that they never get anything cool at the pawn shop, like instruments or boxes of mannequin heads.

Wait, what was he supposed to be doing again? Oh right! Writing lyrics. Here’s what he had so far,

Am I the boy you dreamed of? Oh(might need to tone down the oh, don’t want people to think we’re too much of a boy band, if we ever played this)

Living in your subconscious, oh oh

Do you believe in love? Oh

And is it because of me?(i hope she still believes in love)

Yeah, if it's up to me

Am I the boy you dreamed of? Oh

Living in your subconscious, oh oh

Do you believe in love? Oh

And is it because of me?(once maybe, prob not anymore)

So not much, but soon it will hopefully become something. But he doubts that it will happen today, because once again, the Ewmans are in his general area of space, talking to his Lanes. Right now they were talking about some Disney Channel franchise that he knew Laney probably didn’t care less about and was only humoring the Ewmans in their conversation. That’s Lanes for ya, always so considerate and willing to listen to people talking about things she doe- “By the way, Laney, did you finish writing that song?” Carrie’s stupid voice really needs to stop interrupting his thoughts.

Hold on, Laney writes music now? Since when? “No, I still need to do the sad ex part. Angry ex is done though.” And she’s writing songs about heartbreak? Who broke her heart, Corey would like to know. “Care to share it?” Kim asks, her voice is less stupid than Carrie’s but it’s still stupid.

“Uh, sure.” Laney glances his way to make sure he’s not paying attention so Corey pretends to be doing something that doesn’t involve looking and paying attention to her. This seems to work as he can hear the rustling of paper and Laney says, “Larry could you read the highlighted part? It’s my favorite part. Also I’m thinking kind of like a slow piano part with this song if that makes sense. ” Corey hears the Ewmans agree and Larry begins to read the paper;

“Do you miss me like I miss you?

Fucked around and got attached to you

Friends can break your heart too

And I'm always tired but never of you

If I pulled a you on you, you wouldn't like that shit

I put this reel out, but you wouldn't bite that shit

I type a text but then I never mind that shit

I got these feelings but you never mind that shit

Oh, oh

Keep it on the low

You're still in love with me but your friends don't know.

And if I was you I would never let me go.”

Corey’s heart is pounding wildly. Did…Did Laney write this song about him? The Ewmans’ feedback falls flatly on his ears as he starts to scramble to figure this out. She did write that friends could break your heart, which did happen at least to him when they stopped being friends. And Lanes did used to always be tired but she also always listened to him and the others with as much attention as she could give them. She was right about how he would have felt if she did what he did to her. He would have hated it. He would have hated her.

All the signs were saying that the song was about him with the only part being wrong that Kin and Kon didn’t know about his feelings. They did, and were most definitely tired of him ranting about how he missed his chance and that he wished he could take it all back.

“We should sing that for battle of the bands!” Konnie says, pulling the brakes on Corey’s speeding thoughts. “If I can get it done in time, it’s hard trying to do the sad ex.” Lanes says and out of the corner of Corey’s eye he can see her putting paper into a blue folder. “Either way, that’s probably one of your best works, Penny Lane.” Larry says and Corey wants to yell at them to stop calling Laney Penny Lane because that is a stupid nickname even if he DOES like the Beatles sometimes.

But he doesn’t because last time he did that, Carrie threw a book at his head and told him that he doesn’t get to pick Laney’s nicknames. The book ended up breaking a shelf and Carrie had to work at the shop for a month to make up for it, so Corey would rather not have a repeat of that incident.

A ball of paper hits his face. “Riffin! What’s your band’s setlist?” Carrie asks and Corey has to fight the urge to vomit at the sight of Carrie’s face. “Uh for what?” Corey says when he realizes he doesn’t know what she’s talking about. “For the battle of the bands.” Carrie says with an eye roll. Corey scowls. “We’re not fully decided yet but we have agreed on 2 BEST FRIENDS, Old Me, and Monster.” He says. Sharing setlists is a thing he and Carrie do so that each band can do the opposite of what the other is doing. “Angry and rueful songs, huh? Guess we’re gonna have to do the opposite. Happy and content.” Carrie mumbles and Corey glances at the rest of the Ewmans and Lanes who are deep in thought.

“Yeah that’s great, can I have my personal space back?” Corey snaps and Carrie rolls her eyes some more. He hopes that one day they get stuck in the back of her head. “Jeez, what crawled up your ass and died? I’m just making sure we don’t sound the same and no one is gonna confuse our bands again, literally nothing about that is out of the ordinary.” She says, raising an eyebrow. “Three reasons. One, I don’t like you. Two, I’ve had to listen to your stupid voice for the past two hours. Three, It’s almost six and you and your band are still here, distracting my coworker from doing her job.” He snaps, crumpling the paper in his hands.

Carrie scoffs. “One, I don’t like you either but at least I can be civil with you. Two, your voice is annoying to me but do I say anything? No, I don’t. And three, you’ve literally just sat there for the past two hours doing nothing while Laney has been doing homework, going over stock in the display case, and keeping a steady conversation with us. I don’t think you get an opinion on what she does. And anyway, we’re leaving soon.” Corey opens his mouth to argue but for once, Carrie is right. He hates it when she calls him out but when she’s right, ugh that is the worst!

Carrie smiles. “That’s what I thought.” She turns around and Corey just watches numbly as she and the rest of the Ewmans say their goodbyes to Lanes. He hated the Ewmans before everything that went down with Laney, but now that they took Laney from them he hates them even more.

Faintly he can hear the door close so he looks over at Laney and starts to take her in. She’s not paying attention to him, so he can stare for as long he wants. Earlier today when they made the bet he noticed that she hadn’t straightened her hair that morning so her normally straight hair was curly. Corey had always thought Laney looks pretty but when her hair is in its natural state, it just does something to him. It’s like he’s seeing her for the first time all over again. Her eyes are darting over the stock notebook and he truly finds it incredible how expressive they can be. No matter how stoic her face is, her eyes always give her away. Her freckles cover her face perfectly and Corey just wants to kiss each one of them, one by-

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Lanes’ voice interrupts his thoughts. Corey jerks back a bit, embarrassing himself further after being caught staring. “Just taking in your natural beauty.” He responds, which is true but he knows Laney just thinks he’s messing with her when he says stuff like that. “You look like a stalker.” She answers, checking something off the stock notebook. Laney’s not even looking at him, she just knows he’s staring. “You’re a piece of art, Penn. I need at least an hour to take you in.” Corey says, grinning mischievously.

Laney looks up from the notebook, her expression a bored one. “Did you get that pick up line off the internet again?” She asks and Corey blushes. He really hopes it doesn’t show. “Ouch, you wound me. That was a Riffin original.” He says and Laney throws a pencil at his head. “No wonder it was bad then.” She reaches the stock notebook out towards him. “I’m going to stock check in the back, finish this for me will you?” Corey takes the notebook from her and their fingers brush. Just like when they did the pinkie promise, her skin feels warm and electrifying. She disappears into the back room as Corey lingers on how her touch makes him feel.

He loves it.

Almost as much as he loves her.

And the second chapter is done! Sorry if the ending seems a little awkward I didn’t know how to finish it. As always, send me asks about this, I would to info dump for this!

#grojband #corey riffin #laney penn #corney #grojband au #corey x laney #kin kujira #kon kujira #konnie kagami #kim kagami #carrie beff #larry nepp #kon x konnie

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urdreamgirls-dreamgirl · 2 years ago

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part one part two

Steve, Robin, and Nancy head out to their favorite bar after work. It’s a hole in the wall dive, a place that only the regulars--a handful of older, bearded men and their old ladies--know or care about. They’re greeted by name by the bartender before they order their drinks and make their way over to their favorite table in the corner of the dingy room.

They’ve been there for about an hour and Steve is already on his second rum and Coke when Robin’s elbow digs into his side.

“Hot guy alert, ten o’clock,” she mutters, her mouth practically against his ear. “He’s staring at you.” He shoves her away when he feels her hot breath on his skin.

“Ew, Robin, get away from me,” he grumbles, glancing around the room. “I don’t even know where ten o’clock is. Can you be normal?”

Robin rolls her eyes and nods in the direction she wants Steve to look. Both Nancy and Steve glance over to see a man with long, dark, curly hair sitting at the bar. He’s got on a leather jacket and sunglasses. Steve’s face heats before he turns back to Robin.

“He’s literally wearing sunglasses indoors, you can’t even tell where he’s looking,” he says.

“I can, it’s about the vibe. His vibe is vibing in your direction.” She moves her arms rapidly back and forth, as if to demonstrate the direction of the stranger’s aforementioned vibe.

Nancy’s still staring at the stranger, who’s ordering another beer from the bartender. Her brow is furrowed in concentration.

“Nance, don’t hurt yourself,” Steve says, trying to draw her attention back to the table so the hot stranger doesn’t think they’re being rude or something.

“Guys, wait,” Nancy whispers, finally turning back towards their table. “I’m pretty sure that’s Eddie Munson.”

“Really?” Steve asks, confused. “Why the hell would Eddie Munson be here?” He glances back over his shoulder at the bar, where the stranger is taking a pull from his new beer. Now that Nancy mentioned it, he did look really familiar.

“Oh my god, Nance, you’re right!” Robin exclaims, almost too loud in the quiet space of the bar.

Before Steve can say anything, the bartender appears at their table, three new drinks in hand. “Hey, guys, the guy at the end of the bar wanted to send these drinks over.” He smirks as he places the drinks in front of each of them. The three of them turn at once to look at the stranger, who smiles and waves. Steve blushes again, hard.

“This is humiliating,” Steve mutters once the bartender departs, staring down at the table in front of him.

“No, it isn’t!” Robin insists. “Why is it humiliating?”

“Because Robin,” he hisses at her, irritated and embarrassed. “He clearly caught us staring at him.”

“Or it’s like I said and he was staring first and sent these drinks because he thinks you’re hot! You should go talk to him!”

Steve and Robin argue back and forth about whether Steve should go thank the stranger who may or may not be Eddie Munson for the free drinks.

“Wait, guys, shut up,” Nancy cuts in, a smile slowly spreading over her face. Steve is sure that there’s an invisible lightbulb bursting to life over her head. He hates it when Nancy has one of her brilliant ideas. They usually get him in trouble. “This is perfect.”

“What do you mean?” Robin asks, confusion written on her face.

“Erica wants us to get some new information about the band, right? She wants our piece to be an ‘intimate portrait of the inner workings of the band’, right?” Nancy rolls her eyes as she quotes directly from the email Erica had sent them after the pitch meeting.

“Yeah?” Robin crinkles her nose.

“So this is perfect! He’s interested in Steve, organically. Our access to the band doesn’t start for another few weeks. Steve gets close to him, gets a feel for who he is as an actual person and not as the lead singer of one of the most famous metal bands on earth who’s known for the spectacle.” Nancy’s eyes are shining in the dim light of the bar. “It’s perfect,” she repeats.

“Wrong, so wrong,” Steve insists, feeling even more irritated than before. “First of all, we don't even know if he’s interested. Second, it’s unethical to manipulate a subject. And third, everything would be off the record if I don’t disclose that I’m a journalist.” He ticks his reasons off on his fingers and almost cringes when he uses the word “journalist”; he means it in the loosest sense of the word.

“Anything he says is off the record, but how he acts, how you interpret his character... that’s all fair game.” Steve can tell that Nancy isn’t going to let this drop any time soon.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Steve says firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Nancy groans, but it’s Robin who speaks. “I don’t know, Steve.” Steve turns to her in shock and she holds her hands up. “I mean, your portion could be more like an Op-Ed or memoir-like,” she actually cringes when she says that part, “than anything else. Nancy’s right, his behavior towards you and how you interpret his actions are technically fair game.”

“But he wouldn’t know. It’s unethical!” He repeats, voice veering a little too far into hysterical.

“Erica promised we’d get to write better stories if we did well on this, Steve,” Robin tells him, and she sounds so earnest it makes his heart clench. It’s so hard to say no to Robin. “I can’t watch Erica give away another one of my pitches. I can’t do it, Steve, it’s not fair.”

Steve wavers. Robin isn’t wrong. It isn't fair that Erica won't give them a chance. But he’s still pretty certain that all three of them are talented enough that if they put in the work now, they could be writing stories they actually want to write in five years’ time. But could Steve really wait that long to start his life? He was already pushing thirty. Print journalism wasn’t as superficial about reporters’ looks as broadcast, but Steve knew that being young was always an asset when chasing a story. Witnesses were more likely to open up to younger people, especially if they were good looking. Steve knew the way he looked was a large part of why he got to cover red carpets at movie premieres and award shows.

He looks at Robin and Nancy, both putting on their best puppy dog faces. He sighs, glances back over towards the stranger, who’s lifted his sunglasses into his hair and is chatting with the bartender again.

“What do we do when the actual interviewing process starts? You’re not gonna keep me from the actual reporting, are you?” Steve asks.

Nancy smiles and claps her hands together. Robin squeals before throwing her arms around Steve’s neck and squeezing.

~*~

Nancy’s plan seems simple enough, but Steve certainly doesn’t agree with her that it’s fool-proof. He can feel the skin on his forehead wrinkling as his expression grows more and more skeptical the more Nancy talks. Basically, she explains, she and Robin will handle all the pre-interview meetings while Steve focuses on vetting and background, calling family members and friends over the phone. Then, when it’s time for the actual in-person interviews, they’ll say Steve was added to the story late, when it became obvious that the magazine’s metal issue and the central interview would be a more substantial project than they had originally believed. Steve couldn’t imagine it would work in a million, trillion years and he makes sure to tell Nancy so.

“And besides,” Steve says, starting to talk with his hands as he gets more and more worked up. “What if he asks me what I do for a living while we’re ‘getting close’?” He rolls his eyes as he puts air quotes around his last two words. “I can't lie or else he won’t trust us when it comes time for the interviews and it would all be for nothing.”

“Tell him you’re a writer,” Nancy says shrugging, like what they’re discussing really is no big deal. “Technically true and absolutely not a lie. You don’t have to tell him what you write.”

Steve scowls. “Well, who says he’d even be interested in getting to know me anyway?”

Nancy glances back over toward the bar before looking back at Steve. “He’s into you, trust me.”

Steve feels himself blush for about the thousandth time tonight. To cover his embarrassment, he turns toward Robin, who’s been suspiciously silent.

“Do you really think this is a good idea? For real?” He asks. Steve knows that Nancy can be ruthless when it comes to chasing a story, has seen her intimidate other reporters on the scene so she can get a scoop to Erica first. She doesn't exactly have the strongest moral compass, at least not when it comes to her job. But Steve trusts Robin’s judgment and if she’s really sure that they can get away with what Steve is pretty sure is journalistic malpractice... well, he’d be a lot more willing to consider the whole thing.

“Steve,” Robin’s voice is quiet. “It’s all we’ve got.”

Steve takes a deep breath, but before he has the chance to speak, Nancy cuts in again.

“Whatever we’re going to do, we need to make a decision quick. Looks like he’s getting ready to head out,” she nods toward the bar, where the stranger is throwing back the last of his beer and sliding his sunglasses back onto his face. Steve takes one last look at Robin and Nancy before taking a deep breath and making his way toward the bar.

The stranger must catch on the movement from across the bar, because Steve can feel his eyes on him, even though he can’t see his gaze behind the dark glasses. The stranger pushes them back up into his hair and his eyes catch on Steve’s. Steve almost stumbles, breath catching in his chest. Fuck.

The walk toward the bar feels like it takes ten years. Steve feels like he’s wading through mud, all the blood rushing in his ears. His chest feels tight and his hands feel hollow, like they’ll float away at any moment. He thinks he might be just a little too tipsy to do this.

“Thought I might’ve scared you off,” the stranger says smiling once Steve sidles up to the bar next to him. “I can come on a little strong.”

Steve smiles back, but it feels forced on his face, plastic and wrong. He tries for a little laugh, tries to relax his shoulders. “Just a little intimidated by your whole...” He lets his eyes trail over the stranger’s body, from head to toe and back again. “Look,” he finally says, looking into the stranger’s eyes.

The other man smiles again. “I’m Eddie,” he says, leaning in close. He holds out his hand for Steve to shake. Fuck. Steve was still trying to convince himself this wasn’t Eddie Munson.

“Steve,” Steve responds, taking Eddie’s warm hand in his own.

“Well, Steve, I’m actually on my way out,” Eddie tells him, standing from his barstool. “Early morning tomorrow.” Steve can feel his own face fall and Eddie notices. He quickly adds, “But hey, can I get your number? Maybe I can give you a call some time next week.”

Steve can’t tell if Eddie’s just taking pity on him or if he really wants Steve’s number. Steve takes the chance, knowing that Nancy would probably stab him for real if he didn’t give Eddie Munson his personal cell phone number.

“Sure,” Steve says, holding out his hand. “Let me put it in your phone.”

“Uh,” Eddie says patting the pockets in his jeans and then his jacket. “Don’t have it on me.” His eyes shift nervously toward the bar before he leans over and grabs for a cup of pens by the cash register, grabbing one of them between his fingers. He snatches the napkin from under his empty glass and shoves both toward Steve. Steve quickly scrawls his number across the damp paper. “Awesome,” Eddie says, shoving the napkin in his back pocket. Steve’s half convinced it’ll get forgotten and destroyed in the wash. “See you soon, Steve.” He flashes a grin before he’s gone, slipping out the front door as a group of loud divorcees make their way inside.

Steve makes his way back to the girls, who practically interrogate him. They both beam at him when he tells them that Eddie asked for his number, even though he’s pretty convinced that Eddie only asked him to be nice. Even though it’s still relatively early, Steve feels exhausted by the time they finally part ways to head home for the night.

As Steve makes his way up the stairs to his fifth floor walk-up, he feels his pocket vibrate. He always tells Robin and Nancy to text him when they’re home--can’t sleep when they forget--but he lives the closest to the bar and he’d only just got home. He pulls his phone from his pocket and glances down at the screen. He has a text from an unknown number, so he unlocks his phone and slides the text open.

Hey, Stevie. Nice to meet you tonight. Talk soon. E :)

Steve can’t help the smile on his face as his walks up the final steps to his apartment.

~*~

I do not know how off the record/on the record works so just pretend this is realistic!

A few people asked to be tagged in the first part: @kozuuji @yellowdevilkitten @thepenguinlord

#steddie #steddie: how to lose a guy in ten days au #steddie fic #steddie blurb #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 4 fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #rockstar Eddie munson #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #my writing #I'm actually high writing this so yikes oops

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seka1-k0k0ro · 2 years ago

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CRYS OMG.

bf kei taking care of u when ur sick omgomg and maybe kageyama n kuroo too? omg.

(i'm currently sick rn and this idea just hit me AHAHAHAHHA)

-🍙

OMGGG awww this is so cute; yes ofc onigiri! also get some rest and drink lots of water, hope you feel better and get well soon!! 💓

bedridden.

*post timeskip!*

tsukishima kei, kageyama tobio, kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader

cw: lots of fluff, mentions of sickness, some cursing

[i will format this better later + lower case intended]

tsukishima kei:

this man is the type to complain at first and silently take care of you until you feel better

and whenever you do end up feeling better and thank him he would have the worst blush on his face and pass it off like its nothing

you both live separately, but he has a key to your apartment

so when you didn't pick up your phone and text him back, he got a bit worried

after his uni classes, he raced to your apartment, mind running wild as to why you weren't responding to him

he unlocks and opens your door, confidently. he takes his shoes off and dumps his bag on the ground while calling out to you.

he hears you cough and his worry only worsened

he beelines to your room, and opens it harshly to see you coughing while laying on your bed, underneath the blankets.

"so you've been sleeping all day, huh?" he got no response from you besides a cough. he lifted a brow, confused as he slowly made his way over to you. he saw your cheeks were flushed and you let out another cough. his hand grazed your cheek, in a lazy attempt to check your temperature. "shit, y/n, you're burning up. why didn't you text me for help?" you melted into his hand as an apology and relief. that he was there.

kei got up and immediately searched for a glass of water and a cold compress. he found medicine on his journey as well and brought it back over to you. he made sure you were fed (he ordered it, he's not that good) and stayed by you until you felt better. he ended up sleeping on the floor in case you needed anything.

~.~

kageyama tobio

mans is clueless however he's not dumb

he rarely takes care of himself but when it comes to you, he'll bend the universe to make sure you're okay.

you'd text him you would be able to have your weekly breakfast date (put in place due to busy schedules) because you were sick and he cancelled everything except volleyball practice to help you.

def the type to call him mom or sister while he's at the store for help

"i just don't know how this is going to help."

"just listen to me and you'll be good," answered his sister. they bickered about getting too much or too little and which food he had to bring you. he stood in line of the store with thirty things all variations of other items in the case you reacted badly, or didn't like it. he checked out and headed immediately to your place.

he got back and saw you were walking to the kitchen. he gasped, "what are you doing out of bed? i told you to stay there." you looked him up and down as he looked also more disheveled than you with five plastic bags in his hands.

"i wanted a water."

~.~

kuroo tetsuro:

def the type to scold you the minute he found out

you're his personal assistant, and when you called in sick he laughed and said some stupid ass shit like "damn i did you that good huh?" even though literally nothing happened the night before.

you hacked out a bad cough and said you were really sick, and his entire mood changed.

trying to be professional, he said "alright, take the day off, and keep me updated."

yet he would send you emails, text-after-text, of him keep you updated.

he would send pictures of him throughout the day captioning it like "picture of my beautiful face to instantly make you better"

you're usually the one that takes care of him, so he's at a loss but he sends you flowers and your favorite takeout in the mail.

'dingdong check your front door,' said the millionth text from kuroo that day. you begrudgingly got up and made you over to the front door, and when you opened it, there it was. you smiled as you smelled the fresh roses and still warm takeout.

'thank you, my love,' you texted back with a picture of it. you took everything inside and downed your food. halfway through eating your phone started buzzing uncontrolably again.

'are u better yet? i'm bored.' you rolled your eyes as he was literally a busy ass businessman, and you only juggled half the work.

'stfu kuroo, im trying to eat then sleep.'

'gobble gobble that shit up, babe!' you questioned everything then and there, with a smie.

feel better lovely! inbox is always open. 💓

#haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei #kuroo testuro #kageyama tobio #haikyuu #tsukishima x reader #kuroo x reader #kageyama x reader #haikyuu fluff

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siriannatan · 7 months ago

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Overheat - ScWhip

Man, I didn't write anything for a while, all the games I play kept on dropping updates on me lately, and my inspiration's been at all-time low :{

Here's to hoping it gets better :}

fWhip was fully aware he'd be quite a sight if anyone spotted him. A well-liked if a bit abrasive hero barely stumbling through the back streets. His face flushed so much it was easily visible from under his mask. Lips curled in an annoyed sneer. At least the place he was going to was both close and didn't have overly tight security making it easier to sneak in. He didn't need his acquaintances being bothered by the media.

Another lucky thing. No one got on the lift as he made his way to the top floor and then stumbled his way to a very specific door. And knocked. Leaning against the wall was all he could do while waiting.

Not that he waited long. "Must you come here in your hero outfit?" Scott sighed and practically dragged fWhip inside. Scott being still in his 'work clothes' was making fWhip's brain short circuit slightly. Teal and black looked too good together.

"I can go home if you're busy," fWhip offered in case Scott was leaving for work. Even if that work would get the whole city in uproar about a brutal murder.

"Shouldn't you be telling me to change my career instead?" Scott chuckled, practically carrying fWhip to his couch.

"As long as you don't freeze anyone you're police's issue," fWhip shrugged, not like he was all that passionate about being a hero. It was just a job for him. He was no Gem to put actual passion into it. So he could not care less what Scott did as long as the mercenary was willing to help with his overheating issues.

"You're weird for a hero," Scott chuckled sitting down as fWhip freed himself of his mask and cape.

"For me, it's just a job, why put in more energy than I'm being paid to put in?" fWhip sighed. "I can go and stick myself in a fridge if I'm interrupting something," he added, just in case. Scott letting him in could mean he was not interrupting but it was more polite to ask. He might have just wanted to not have a chance of his neighbours seeing a literal hero on his doorstep.

"I was just catching up on emails, I'm barely back from one contract and I'm already getting requests," Scott complained, tablet in hand clearly ready to carry on.

fWhip had the urge to lay his head in Scott's lap but that seemed a bit forward. They were just accidental friends after all. Even if Scott was unfairly pretty with his soft floofy cyan hair and pretty dark blue eyes. Practically skin-tight black, likely bulletproof shirt he had on was just making it worse.

He just had to try to not think about it. fWhip decided. Have a nice nap in Scott's pleasantly chilly company - literally chilly. And sneak back home. Hoping Gem doesn't ask where he goes to cool down after overusing his powers. Easy.

Scott's hand, as if he could read fWhip's mind suddenly guided his head to the other's lap. "Just sleep," the mercenary said. "It'd be troublesome if you fall off the couch," he explained but fWhip could swear he saw a slight blush. He was smart so he didn't mention it. Just enjoyed this rare chance. "I'll wake you up when you've cooled down."

Scott's hand tangling itself into his hair as he was about to fall asleep was a nice bonus as well.

#my stuff #my stories #empires smp #fanfiction #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott #scwhip

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dhampiravidi · 1 year ago

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"Just relax. Let me take care of you." (Pogue to Jayn ❤️)

One minute, some asshole on an electric scooter made her the victim of a hit-and-run, slamming into her before they mumbled an apology and zoomed off. Of course, Jayn was shocked and angry during that minute, not to mention teary-eyed because she'd hit the ground hard. Her butt and her hands weren't going to be happy when she went to her 90-minute Comp Lit lecture. At least her messenger bag had been zipped up when she fell, so she didn't lose or break anything. Except maybe her poor MP3 player, which she'd dropped when she fell, earbuds and all.

And then, he found her.

She was sniffling, trying to hurry and get to her feet, because she was so embarrassed, and shit, did my thing break? Sophomore year was stressful enough already; Jayn had had "an explosive incident" (literally) a couple months ago, thanks to the sudden inheritance of magical powers that her family had never once told her about (apparently they thought it died out after it skipped a generation). On top of that, one of her professors was RUDE, and she hadn't really found anyone to hang out with other than her dorm-mates and two classmates. Jayn was thinking about all of this and scrambling on the concrete when someone's sneakers stared her in the face. Someone had stopped in front of her, squatted, actually.

"H-huh?" She looked up and saw one of the hottest guys she'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. The sunlight played with his hair, making the brown glow, and his beautiful, concerned eyes were some mix of green, brown, and amber. He was toned and pretty, somewhere between an Abercrombie model and a Disney Prince.

"Are you OK?" he asked. His voice was lower than she'd expected, but it was pleasant, too.

"Yeah, I'm OK," He took her hands without asking, turning them over to show her scraped, angry pink palms. He did a cute thing where he bit his lip, trying to figure something out.

"D'you have a class right now?"

"No, I was going to lunch..." she whispered. Jayn blushed a bit, realizing that lo and behold, a cute person was holding her hands, and gently pulled away from him. She sort of got to her feet, enough to grab her MP3 player and stuff it in her bag. Then she slung her messenger bag over her shoulder and stood. When the guy stood up, he towered over her by almost a full foot. He also smelled like French fries, which was oddly comforting, and there was only a small space between him and her.

"You wanna go with me?" he asked, flirty smile on his face. The closest she'd ever gotten to a real romance was hugging someone who casually discarded her months later. But why would he even like her that way? After all, her private interactions with attractive people were fairly rare.

"Uh...no, it's cool. Bye." She hurried off, deciding to let nature take its course. He could go find his cheerleader girlfriend or clever actor boyfriend, while she went to get a cold drink. Something cool would feel nice against her hands.

About a week later, she got an email from a professor she'd had the semester before for a Philosophy class. They were asking if she would tutor a student who was taking a Classics class for money. Jayn had free time and no reason to turn down free cash, so she said yes. So that Saturday, she went to Stubler Library, a couple minutes before 11 AM.

[Jayn]: Hi, I'm here! Standing in front of the statue, outside.

[Pogue]: So you're the cute girl who turned me down? 😋

Confused, Jayn looked around. The library doors opened and IT WAS HIM--the Abercrombie-blessed Disney Prince!

Oh. She'd texted Pogue Parry a few times over the past few days, just to understand what exactly he was studying, what he was having problems with, and where they could easily meet. She never once imagined that he was the one person who'd stopped to see if she was OK when she got hit.

"...hi. I'm Jayn," she managed, blushing again. He chuckled, hands in his pockets.

"Hey. I'm Pogue."

Their tutoring session was only supposed to be an hour long. That was all she was getting paid for--one session each Saturday. But he always asked about some myth that sent her into a rant, or they got off track completely and muffled their laughter so the librarian wouldn't scowl in their direction. Eventually, they stopped meeting at the library, because Pogue finished his class. He decided to pay her back by asking her out (again, but that time she said yes), and down the line he started tutoring her in magic.

Pogue had made the choice to escape his suffocating, horrible parents by going west, instead of staying in Ipswich and enduring. But he still met Jayn, and they still fell in love.

#in--somnium #thanks for the ask!#jkw: thread #Pogue goes west AU heh

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na-ta-sh-aa · 9 months ago

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Aww I loved this chapter so much!! So many things have happened!

"Well, soon enough you'll have daily access to waffles," he whispered, kissing her just below her ear. "I guess I better start cleaning out my closet to make room for your lingerie collection."

Aww Jake can't wait for Jessica to move in with him🥹 the idea that they will always be able to have breakfast together is so sweet, I think Jake will have to make a lot of room for all of Jessica's lingerie!

"See you tonight, tenured Dr. Reed," he called out as she climbed into her car and started the engine.”

I love seeing how he is so proud of her!

"I have tenure," she whispered.”

"Well, obviously," Advanced Calculus replied. "There was never any doubt in my mind."

Their friendship is so special! Sugar has always been so supportive and helpful to Jessica, she is a true friend.

"What do you mean?" one of the students asked, leaning forward in his seat.”

"Dr. Conley will be back for class next week," she explained, and then she heard an outraged sigh followed by some muttering. "It'll be okay though," she said in a tone she hoped was reassuring. "You've all been doing so well, and you're so close to graduation now!"

The fact that the students became fond of her and immediately enjoyed her and her teaching method demonstrates what an excellent teacher Jessica is!

“My office hours are always available for you. And you can still email me if you want to. I can even try to make more practice problems, but honestly, all of you are much better at chemistry than I am. Maybe you can run the class yourselves if Dr. Conley isn't here?"

She is literally the best. I love how much effort and passion she puts into everything she does and how she always tries to help the students. The fact that even though she can no longer teach them she has given her availability to be contacted in case they need help is a truly beautiful gesture, and shows how her priority are always the students and their learning!

“When his phone lit up with a text letting him know she was here, he ran down to her car in just his sweatpants and slippers with his spare key ring looped around his finger. "Did you have a good day?" he asked, taking her overnight bag from her hand as she locked her car.”

Aww Jake is truly a man of his word, he went to pick her up at her car🥹

"What's this?" she asked, looking at it as she stood outside the front door. "Oh!" She slipped it into the lock and let them both inside as she blushed. "You want me to have it now? Even though I'm not moving in quite yet?"

"Please," he replied as he walked inside, his eyes catching on the print of his jet that she gave him for his birthday. "You can come and go as you want, but I hope you'll be here more often than not."

Awww!! Their love makes me dream🥹

“He pressed his nose to her hair and kissed her before he whispered, "You wear your tenure like a shield. And if he can't figure out how to shut his mouth, you let me know, and I'll be there in an instant."

"You punched Brian, and then his wife saw his messed up face. And then she came to campus looking for answers and found him with the teaching assistant. And then he took a leave of absence." When Jake set down the baking dish and glanced over his shoulder, she was smiling brightly. "Jake, you literally saved my career with your fist!"

I loved this part so much! I loved that Jake's protectiveness towards Jessica triggered a series of situations that could help Jessica finally get her much-deserved tenure without Brian getting in her way.

"Call me Dr. Conley," he snapped, and she could feel her face flushing with embarrassment as she stood there silently.”

“Jessica's hands shook as she tried to walk to the door, but he didn't budge from his spot blocking her exit path. "Excuse me," she said, trying her best to sound stronger than she felt.”

Brian just got back and he already makes me miss the time he wasn't there! It hurts me so much to see how he always belittles and makes Jessica uncomfortable.

"He's on probation for a history ofbehavioral issues, and I volunteered to be his probation officer of sorts," she replied before turning back toward Brian. "Don't forget, Dean Walters asked to check in with me on Tuesdays and Thursdays. And I'll be dropping by your classes to make sure you actually show up to them. Oh, and I'll have to add to my report that you raised your voice to a professor with tenure while she was just trying to make a cup of coffee." She tapped her notebook. "It's not looking good, Brian."

Sugar never misses an opportunity to be incredibly awesome!

“Yep. He's my new volunteer project. I think Dean Walters could just tell that I have a lot of experience taming fuckboys.”

AHHH I loved this part!! Also, I only see the truth here, Sugar has some experience in taming fuckboys!🫠

"You! A tenure party! Fratraiser part deux as Bradley has been calling it. You know what, I'll take care of the whole thing. Don't even stress about it."

Aww i think Fratraiser part deux it's the best way there could be to celebrate Jessica's success!🥹

"I made a mistake," he whispered, voice rough with need as he let his hand slip underneath the skirt. Then he moaned, "A huge mistake."

I love seeing how Jake is so attracted to Jessica!

“Jake took her hand in his, kissed her fingers and said, "On the way home, you're ordering those toys from that dirty website you found. I think we need all of them."

I love their relationship so much🫠

"Holy shit," he gasped when a crowd of people cheered Congratulations! to his girlfriend. Bradshaw's wife didn't mention there would be this many people in attendance. He saw Bradshaw with his backwards hat and hideous tie dye shirt with his arms wrapped around his wife, but all of the other aviators were there, too. Jake spotted a much older man in a sweater vest sipping a beer, and he assumed that must have been Rosenthal. And of course someone had invited Dev.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she whispered, burying herself against Jake as he wrapped his arm around her. "I'm just surprised so many people cared enough to be here."

aww they threw her a surprise party🥹 it's so nice to see how many people love and support Jessica!

"Don't cry, Jess!" Bradley shouted over the music and conversation as his wife headed over. "It's a happy occasion! It's not like you're in a relationship with Jake or something horrible. Oh... wait...."

The fact that Bradley never misses the opportunity to tease Jake makes me laugh so much😂

“Chippy patted her on the head and then started to push her away as he got a little emotional himself. "You're always welcome here, Reedy," he told her before he started to reach for some bowls to fill them with peanuts, and Jessica walked back around the bar and into Jake's arms. Chippy poured a few beers, and set them down in front of Jake as he growled, "So I guess you're sticking around then?"

"Looks that way," Jake replied, leaning down to kiss Jessica's cheek. "Until this one comes to her senses."

"I told you I wouldn't," she replied with a laugh. Then she turned to Chippy and said, "He's not so bad. And he's sweet to me."

"Then I guess he can stay," Chippy replied with a shrug, still glaring slightly.

Chippy was literally a sweetheart always treating Jessica with respect, affection and protecting her. Also, has Jake really been accepted by Chippy for good?🥹 this party couldn't get any better!

“Jake set the beers down next to the peanuts and pulled Jessica closer to him. "You made me work hard for it. Ever since the first night I met you when you brought me here for a three dollar beer."

So much has happened since that first night together, and seeing where they are now fills my heart with joy🥹

"Take me home, Jake," she said sweetly, reaching for his hand. "I'm ready to go home."

He kissed her lips and wrapped his arms around her. "Let's get out of here, Smart Girl."

They are so perfect together🥹

Another amazing chapter of this wonderful story! I loved how you portrayed how much Jessica has entered the hearts of various people in such a few months, she is truly amazing. I loved that Sugar threw her a party to celebrate her and I loved how she helped her so much and was always there for her. I think Jake and Jessica's relationship couldn't be better, seeing how much they both love each other and how much they can't wait to live together is wonderful! I'm a little sad that their story is ending, because saying that I loved it would be an understatement, but I’m so excited and I can't wait to read the two epilogues!!🥹💗✨

Adult Education Part 21 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jake works to secure his future with Jessica while also being supportive of her. She is dreading Brian's return to work, but she recognizes that she finally has the friends she deserves.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, drinking, language, 18+

Length: 4200 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Jessica had never been hungover during the week before, but all the celebratory champagne and rough sex had definitely gone to her head a little bit. She groaned when she felt Jake's hand on her shoulder. "Baby, you have to get up," he said, voice hoarse next to her ear. "We have to go to work."

"Oh, god," she groaned, rolling over away from him. "No."

"You have to," he repeated. "It's your first day with tenure, Reedy. You have to go."

A smile spread across her lips in spite of her headache, and she whispered, "Tenure. I have tenure."

"You sure do," Jake drawled softly, and she finally opened her eyes to see him grinning at her. "If you get up now, I'll make you breakfast."

Her stomach growled so loudly they both laughed, and then she pouted playfully. "But I don't have a waffle iron."

He kissed her forehead. "No. But I do. And you told me you weren't going to renew your lease."

"I'm not," she whispered as her heart swelled with happiness.

"Well, soon enough you'll have daily access to waffles," he whispered, kissing her just below her ear. "I guess I better start cleaning out my closet to make room for your lingerie collection."

Now she wanted to move in with him as soon as possible. She could already picture herself organizing all of her pretty pieces in his nice closet while modeling a few of them for him. She still had some things he'd never seen her in, and it was going to be so much fun to tease him.

"Get up," he said, patting her butt as he climbed out of bed. "I'll make some eggs."

Jessica went through her morning routine only after taking some Advil, and she had to drink two mugs of coffee before she really felt human. She also left her apartment a good fifteen minutes after than she usually did. "You'll be late," she fretted, running toward her car which was parked next to Jake's truck. "You'll get in trouble."

"Nah," he replied, "Bradshaw will cover for me." He kissed Jessica as she tried to push him toward his truck, stumbling in her high heels.

"Go to work. Goodbye. I love you," she said quickly. "I'll see you tonight!"

"See you tonight, tenured Dr. Reed," he called out as she climbed into her car and started the engine.

Jessica barely had time to get to her office before she had to grab her notebooks and head back downstairs to give her first lecture of the day. But it felt so damn good to stand there in front of her students. Dr. Rosenthal wouldn't be stopping in, because he didn't need to. Because she had tenure. And now that her headache was virtually gone and the breakfast that Jake made was sitting nicely in her belly, she kind of felt like screaming about it from the rooftops.

But she settled for screaming about it at lunchtime when she grabbed the little container of food Jake made and took it over to the math building. After one knock on her friend's office door, it swung open revealing a bright smile. Jessica screeched quietly and hugged her.

"I have tenure," she whispered.

"Well, obviously," Advanced Calculus replied. "There was never any doubt in my mind."

Jessica set her lunch down on the desk while her friend closed the door. "I can't thank you enough for everything you did for me. Helping me set everything up with Rosenthal and giving up so much of your free time and everything," she gushed. "Just... thank you. And I hope you had a nice time at the library with Bradley."

She snorted in response as she opened her tie dye lunchbox. "Bradley had a great time at the library, as per usual. And once again, I don't think you appreciate how very much I want to see Brian go down like a sinking ship. In fact, I volunteered for another special project."

"What kind of project?" Jessica asked as she watched her friend dip a carrot stick into some hummus.

"I can't talk about it quite yet. I have another meeting with Dean Walters in an hour, but I think it's a project that you'll fully support." Then she bit into the carrot like a woman who was in complete control of her surroundings, and Jessica couldn't think of a single reason why she couldn't be the same way.

"If you think I'll appreciate your new project, then I can't wait to hear about it later," she said, taking a bite of the delicious food Jake made for her.

"I'll tell you all about it as soon as I can."

After lunch, Jessica took some time to gather her scattered notes to teach Brian's senior studies class for the last time. She learned as much about chemistry from the students as they had from her, and after she worked a few problems out on the board with them, she asked, "If you have any other questions for me, please let me know now. This is the last time I'll be covering this class."

"What do you mean?" one of the students asked, leaning forward in his seat.

"But Dr. Conley doesn't even show up to class."

"He doesn't help us with anything."

"Is there any way you can stay until the end of the semester?"

"What about the practice problems you give us?"

The sudden influx of comments and questions made Jessica feel better and also so much worse at the same time. She let them all get their concerns out of their system before she said, "My office hours are always available for you. And you can still email me if you want to. I can even try to make more practice problems, but honestly, all of you are much better at chemistry than I am. Maybe you can run the class yourselves if Dr. Conley isn't here?"

She hated Brian. She actually still hated him. But more so for these students now than on her own behalf. They all looked concerned and apprehensive, and she spent another ten minutes talking to them until they were calm enough to head to their next class. She wished she could finish teaching them for the rest of the semester, and she decided she would ask Dean Walters if there was any chance she could teach her own senior studies class for physics majors next school year.

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Jake was already home and showered with dinner in the oven, eating some chips on the couch while he waited for Jessica. He was keeping a running tally of things he still needed to give her since he'd already willingly handed over his heart. His spare key was sitting next to his feet which were propped up on the coffee table. He had already cleaned out half of his closet and consolidated his stuff to make some room. And he wanted to pay for the flights to Massachusetts and Texas for her once she approved the dates.

When his phone lit up with a text letting him know she was here, he ran down to her car in just his sweatpants and slippers with his spare key ring looped around his finger. "Did you have a good day?" he asked, taking her overnight bag from her hand as she locked her car.

"I did," she replied quietly. "I left so late, because I talked to the dean about teaching my own senior studies class next term."

"And?"

She smiled as they walked to his condo. "He said it's a good possibility now that I have tenure."

"There's nothing you can't do." Jake kissed her and pressed the key ring into her hand.

Jake watched as she took her keys out again and added his ring to them. "Thank you." She was fiddling with them a little bit when she looked up at him as she stepped out of her high heels. "Brian will be back tomorrow," she said softly. "That's what Dr. Rosenthal told me when I ran into him. And if he doesn't know I have tenure by now, he'll find out soon enough."

Jake collected her in his arms. "He can't do anything about it now, Reedy. It's a done deal. And unless you fuck up spectacularly at work, which you definitely won't, he's not entitled to say anything about it."

She nodded against him. "I know that. I do know that, but I still don't want to have to see him and hear his stupid, condescending voice complain about me."

He pressed his nose to her hair and kissed her before he whispered, "You wear your tenure like a shield. And if he can't figure out how to shut his mouth, you let me know, and I'll be there in an instant."

Jessica shivered in his arms. "That shouldn't sound as sexy as it does. You know..." she mused, "none of this would have happened if you hadn't punched Brian in the face the first time. So I guess I really have you to thank."

"How so?" Jake asked as he led her to the kitchen where the oven timer was going off.

He shrugged and shook off his oven mitts. "All I did was punch someone who was trying to intimidate my girlfriend. I'll do it again if I have to. Now, would you like some parmesan cheese sprinkled on top of your dinner?" he asked as he cut into the casserole. He ended up with Jessica in his arms.

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Jessica heard the whispers all day on Thursday. If Dr. Rosenthal hadn't told her that Brian was coming back, she would have chalked it up to everyone at the university being addicted to their daily gossip, but she half expected to see him lurking around every corner. She kind of wanted to go right to Brian's office, knock on the door and tell him that she got tenure just to get it over with. But when she thought about seeing his face, she shook her head in disgust.

She hadn't heard much from Jake all day, and Advanced Calculus was scarce as well. But when she went to the lounge to make a sad cup of coffee before her office hours started, the teaching assistant that Brian had been sleeping with was in there along with another one that Jessica wasn't familiar with. They must not have seen her at first as they were clearly talking about Brian.

"He looks terrible, honestly. Like he hasn't slept. I'm sure he's going to ask me if I want to mess around again, especially since his wife left."

"I don't know. I heard he's actually pretty upset that she took the kids. But I really want to know who broke his nose in the first place."

Jessica considered sneaking back out of the room, but it was too late. They had seen her, and they both snapped their mouths closed. Had Sabrina Conley really taken their kids? Was she gone for good? Jessica thought she'd probably be better off without her husband. She also wanted to ask the TA if she knew Brian was married when they were messing around before, but it was really none of her business.

"Hi," she greeted evenly, strolling toward the coffee maker. The only sound in the small room was her high heels tapping against the floor as she walked. But neither of them said a word in response before they turned and left. Maybe they were embarrassed about being caught talking about Brian, or maybe Jessica still had a bad reputation in the science department. Either way, she was going to take her coffee upstairs and wait for Luca to stop by before spending the night cuddled up with Jake.

When she finished stirring her drink and turned toward the door, she almost spilled her coffee all over herself. "Brian," she gasped, taking an awkward step backwards so her hip hit the edge of the counter a bit painfully. He looked so angry, she immediately felt like her heart was going to explode out of her chest as her nerves took over.

"Call me Dr. Conley," he snapped, and she could feel her face flushing with embarrassment as she stood there silently.

Jessica's hands shook as she tried to walk to the door, but he didn't budge from his spot blocking her exit path. "Excuse me," she said, trying her best to sound stronger than she felt.

"I don't even want to know how badly your lesson plans have gone off course over the past few weeks," he practically growled. "You're going to need to schedule a meeting with me to go over everything. The sooner the better."

"No."

Brian looked surprised by her response. "Yes," he replied with a sarcastic laugh. "I know you think you really did something special by getting that asshole to punch me in the face, but your days here are fucking numbered. Understand?"

"No," Jessica repeated as Jake's voice in her mind kept telling her to wear her tenure like a shield. Plus, she could clearly picture the paperwork she signed with Dr. Rosenthal since she read over it a dozen times. "I don't have to answer to you about my curriculum choices any longer."

He laughed. "Okay, so now you're unreliable, slutty, and stupid?"

"I have tenure," she said firmly, gripping the coffee a little tighter while his eyes bugged out in anger.

He shook his head. "You can't get tenure unless you get it through me," he snarled.

Jessica looked at his crooked nose and miserable expression, and if she wasn't on the verge of tears, she might have laughed. "You can ask Dean Walters for a copy of my signed paperwork. And if you have concerns about my curriculum, then you can take it up with him." She tried to duck past him through the doorway, certain her resolve was almost gone now.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Brian demanded loudly, and she jumped back. "Explain yourself right fucking now."

"Dr. Conley!" came a familiar voice from the hallway, and then Dr. Rosenthal was poking his head in the lounge door. "You shouldn't be raising your voice like that to Dr. Reed, especially since you're on probation."

"Probation?" Jessica whispered, and Brian's face soured further.

"Mind your own business, Rosenthal," he snapped, and under his breath he added, "you should have retired a decade ago."

"Yes. Probation," came another familiar voice as Advanced Calculus strolled in with a notebook in her hand like she hadn't a care in the world. She stopped right in front of Brian with her back to Jessica, acting almost like a buffer. "He's in a lot of trouble," she said in a voice that bordered on teasing, and Brian's face grew pink.

"What do you mean?" Jessica whispered, and the other woman smirked at her over her shoulder.

Jessica watched Dr. Rosenthal shuffle away after he cleared his throat, and Brian spun on his heel to follow suit. "Is this for real?" Jessica asked, looking around the room to try and tell if she was in a dream.

"Yep. He's my new volunteer project. I think Dean Walters could just tell that I have a lot of experience taming fuckboys. But Brian takes the cake, let me tell you. He's been skipping out on his classes to meet up with different women."

Jessica adjusted her glasses and looked at the floor as she whispered, "I never missed my classes when he and I were...."

"Of course not," she said blandly. "That's why you were given tenure instead of being put on probation. You actually do your job. He doesn't. Now, I was thinking about Chippy's tomorrow night? Kind of a celebration?"

Jessica just blinked at her. "A celebration for what?"

"You! A tenure party! Fratraiser part deux as Bradley has been calling it. You know what, I'll take care of the whole thing. Don't even stress about it."

Jessica had been planning on spending the weekend cleaning out her apartment before she started to move a few things to Jake's place. But going out for a bit could be fun. She had more friends in San Diego now than she ever dreamed she would. "What were you thinking? Like a double date?"

"Something like that," she replied with a twinkle in her eye. "How about tomorrow night at eight?"

"Let me check with Jake," she said right away.

"Oh, Jake already knows."

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"We'll just stay for a little bit and then head home again," Jessica whispered as she and Jake made their way slowly from his truck to Chippy's. He was fucking obsessed with the way she just called his condo home. He was obsessed with everything about her as he pressed her up against the side of Chippy's out on the sidewalk. She'd let him dress her for the night by turning it into a game, and he had chosen a black lace bodysuit paired with a mini skirt and denim jacket.

"I made a mistake," he whispered, voice rough with need as he let his hand slip underneath the skirt. Then he moaned, "A huge mistake."

She laughed as he bumped her glasses with his nose while he kissed her ear. "Did you?"

Jake was uncomfortably hard in his jeans. "Baby, I really want to fuck you. And your outfit is not helping," he added as he squeezed her bare thigh.

"That's your fault," she whispered with a grin while he whined. "Seriously, we'll just stay for a drink or two. It'll be like a double date. And then we can do whatever you want, okay?"

Jake took her hand in his, kissed her fingers and said, "On the way home, you're ordering those toys from that dirty website you found. I think we need all of them."

He could tell she was blushing in the darkness by the warmth of her cheeks against his lips. "Okay," she agreed softly, and Jake had to adjust himself in his jeans before they could walk inside.

"You okay?" Jake asked Jessica as she just stood next to him with happy tears in her eyes. She nodded and sniffed as she read the banner that was hanging above Chippy behind the bar.

CONGRATS, REEDY!

"Yeah, I'm okay," she whispered, burying herself against Jake as he wrapped his arm around her. "I'm just surprised so many people cared enough to be here."

Jake shot him a nasty look while he laughed hysterically, and he watched Jessica hug everyone in attendance, thanking all of them individually for coming to her party. Jake briefly wrapped his arms around her and kissed her as he asked, "You want a Sam Adams, Baby?"

"Yes," she replied, but then she added, "but I want to thank Chippy, too." And with that, Jessica walked right behind the bar and gave the grouchy bar owner a hug, and Jake saw a rare smile break out on his face. "Thank you for always welcoming me here," she told him softly while Jake leaned on the bar. "I felt safe here when I didn't really feel safe anywhere else."

Chippy patted her on the head and then started to push her away as he got a little emotional himself. "You're always welcome here, Reedy," he told her before he started to reach for some bowls to fill them with peanuts, and Jessica walked back around the bar and into Jake's arms. Chippy poured a few beers, and set them down in front of Jake as he growled, "So I guess you're sticking around then?"

"Looks that way," Jake replied, leaning down to kiss Jessica's cheek. "Until this one comes to her senses."

"I told you I wouldn't," she replied with a laugh. Then she turned to Chippy and said, "He's not so bad. And he's sweet to me."

"Then I guess he can stay," Chippy replied with a shrug, still glaring slightly.

Jake picked up two beers and led the way to a table near the others while Jessica carried the peanuts. "I think he finally tolerates me," Jake boasted.

"It only took you several months," she replied with a smirk. "Chippy didn't fall for your charms as quickly as I did."

Jake set the beers down next to the peanuts and pulled Jessica closer to him. "You made me work hard for it. Ever since the first night I met you when you brought me here for a three dollar beer."

She reached up and raked her fingers through his hair. "I had to know for sure. That you really wanted me."

Jake kissed her rough on the lips right in front of everyone. "I need you, Jessica," he promised, making her smile. "I love you."

"Okay, that's enough of that," Bradshaw's wife said, clapping her hands to get everyone's attention. "I just have a few words I want to say." She looked a little emotional as she started. "Jessica, you've become one of my very best friends in just a few short months. I know that your time at San Diego State started off a little rocky for you, and I'm sincerely sorry from the bottom of my heart that I didn't take the time to get to know you last semester when you really needed a friend in your corner. You're one of the kindest and smartest people I have ever met in my life."

Jake held Jessica as she looked like she was about to cry. "I'm the one who should be saying nice things to you!" she replied, swiping at her tears behind her glasses. "You've done so much to help me."

"And you've done so much by taking Jake off our hands for us," Bradley added loudly as everyone started laughing.

"That's fair," Jake admitted with a grin as he pressed his lips to Jessica's hair.

Then Bradshaw's wife lifted her pint glass in the air, and everyone else did as well. "Congratulations on your tenure, Dr. Reed!"

The bar erupted in loud cheers, and Bradley shook up a bottle of champagne. Jake spent the rest of the night kissing the sticky sweetness from Jessica's face and making sure Dev kept his hands to himself. He made sure his girlfriend always had a Sam Adams in her hand and that her denim jacket was neatly buttoned over that bodysuit that he was dying to get his hands on.

He didn't mind sharing Jessica with everyone else for the evening, especially since she'd made such a good friend in Bradshaw's wife. But much later, when Jessica turned and looked at him while she intentionally unbuttoned her jacket, he was more than ready to get her alone.

"Take me home, Jake," she said sweetly, reaching for his hand. "I'm ready to go home."

He kissed her lips and wrapped his arms around her. "Let's get out of here, Smart Girl."

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cheekblush · 2 years ago

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omg don’t even worry! honestly, you don’t need to respond to them, so long as you’ve read them, i’m happy 🥺❤️‍🔥

omg that’s amazing angel! god, we love when life works out like tht! i hope the trip goes well! 🫀🫂

but, i’m so sorry angel :( honestly school is a pain in the ass and it’s so shit tht we are breaking our backs to be intellectuals but ✨🤓 one day soon my love

hopefully, now tht your exams are over you can ‘relax’ and go enjoy yourself! 💕

pls hush, i literally love you sm i could write love letters to you for the rest of my life … you have me a shakespearean level of smitten 🕊️🕊️🕊️

and, i’ve just been busy w/ school too, i’m trying to get into a phd programme and god it’s so nerve racking, i just email ppl all day and beg them to supervise me 🫠🫠🫠 but WE CAN DO THIS! we are strong and intelligent women! 🎓✨🎀 i’ve also been dealing w/ health issues due to stress and have had a gnarly chest infection for like 2 weeks now but i’ll be fine! i’m just trying to get this programme secured 😭 tysm for asking angel, my sweetheart 🍓

pls look after yourself my girl, want you to go and enjoy yourself on this trip! drink lots of water and take some pain killers and start getting more sleep (easier said than done ik but if you wake up early a few times in a row you’ll go to sleep earlier anyway lol) and enjoy yourself! pack soon bc i don’t want you to stress angel! tysm for your care abt my loved ones, it means the world, i hope you and your loved ones are forever safe, healthy and well and spring blesses you with all the happiness in the world my sunshine 💖✨🦋🌈

hello my guardian angel 👼🏻💗🌟

i had an amazing weekend trip!! i truly enjoyed myself, ate delicious food and danced my heart out ❤️‍🔥 the weather wasn't the best unfortunately but still everything worked out, we had lots of fun and returned home safely and that's what matters the most ❣

omg you're not only incredibly kind and beautiful you're also impressively smart!? tbh i shouldn't be surprised but a phd programme!?! wow that's honestly admirable and astonishing! i can only imagine the stress you must be going through my angel. i'm rooting for you and wishing you only the very best! may you get into a great phd programme with a reliable and kind supervisor! 💫 i believe in you and i'm sooo proud of you!! stay strong and patient my dear!! may you receive good news very soon 🥠💖🍀

and oh no i'm sorry to hear you're suffering from a chest infection :( i hope you get well soon and feel much better! please take good care of yourself!!!! dress warmly, drink lots of tea and take your meds if needed 🫂🧣🍵

and my goodness.. you really are a poet... i have you a shakespearean level of smitten???? 😭💘 you got me blushing, twirling my hair and kicking my feet 💓👉🏻👈🏻💓 you are the absolute sweetest!!! 🍭🧁🍬🍯🍦🍡 i will truly never comprehend how you found me, chose me and what you continue to see in me but i am endlessly grateful that our paths crossed and you appeared in my life like a light at the end of a dark tunnel guiding me to protection 🌟🩷🕊✨🌸🌱🌤🧿🪔💞💫🦋🌷 i love and cherish you my dearest, stay safe and get healthy as soon as possible 💕💘💓💖💞💗💕

#my guardian angel 👼🏼#replies #when sad #keep forever 🗝

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dontworrysunflower · 2 years ago

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Groom’s Sister | h.s.

a/n: we all know that one video that came out a while ago when harry said he wanted to marry the grooms sister and since then i couldn’t get it out of my head. so here we are. and i’m proud to say that the over 1k came naturally, i didn’t have to force it and thank you @watchmegetobsessed for helping me with the ending i literally couldn’t have done it without you! please be nice it’s been a while since i’ve written.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol (?), some curse words maybe, horribly written mutual pining

word count: 4.6k

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enjoy!! reblogs are appreciated!!

If Harry was being honest, he didn’t want to go to this wedding. He had just gotten back from a world tour, and the last thing he wanted was to be around people. He didn’t want to be around drunk people, tired people or happy people. Especially not people in love.

His last relationship ended a while ago, but he didn’t have the time to grieve over the loss of it because he was in a new city every day. He had a routine: wake up, eat, rehearse, eat again, play, sleep. The relationship didn’t bring him any new inspiration for a new project either, so he was kind of in a slump.

Truly, Harry was going to the wedding for one specific reason, and one reason only.

Her.

He would never admit it outloud, he can barely admit it to himself, but he’s had a crush on her since he first met her all those years ago.

There was one set back though. She was his friend's sister.

And he knew it was like a rule, a universal rule that siblings were off limits, no matter how close you are.

But God, everything about her intrigued him. She always kept him on his toes, and the blush on his cheeks was permanent when he was around her.

So granted, when he got an invitation to his friends–her brother– wedding a couple months back, he checked off the will attend box for the sole reason of seeing her again.

They got along, but he didn’t have the privilege of calling her his friend.

He could usually charm a girl with ease, no problem. But she gave him those butterflies everyone talks about. She gives him that cheesy rom-com feeling. He grew nervous every time she would go in for a hug, and he would overanalyze her touch on his shoulder when she pulled away or when she squeezed past him in a crowd. And she was so funny, he full-on belly laughed when he was around her. He was borderline tipsy each time they saw each other, but she was a full time comedian around him.

He never thought it could go any further than a high school crush, and it still can’t. But he would be damned if he didn’t try.

The ceremony was at noon, arguably the hottest time of the day and of course they had to get married outside. Regardless, after a slow morning and a shower, he got dressed in a plain black suit.

Harry grabbed his stuff lazily before heading out the door, unlocking his car and headed towards the dreaded ceremony. He’s doing this for her.

How pathetic.

•••

He cleared his throat awkwardly as he leisured around the venue, trying his best to ignore the burning stares and the hushed whispers. He admired the gold embellishments woven into the ivy covered walls of the house. The ceremony was taking place in the patio, where tan chairs were already in rows, facing a gazebo decorated with white tulle and purple tulips. There was a band on one side of the gazebo, and drinks and finger food were set up on the other side.

He could use a drink.

“Is that Harry Styles?” He heard as he walked past a group to get to the refreshment table. He hung his head low, not wanting to draw attention to himself as he grabbed a flute of mimosa. “He’s friends with the groom, I heard.” The group continued on their not so quiet gossip.

He stood awkwardly against the wall with overgrown greenery, sipping at his drink, letting his breath fog up the skinny glass. He pulled out his phone, typing away at texts and emails so he doesn’t seem boring to the people around him, even though answering emails is boring.

He gets even more uncomfortable when the band starts playing a classical rendition of Adore You, his foot tapping anxiously at the foliage under him, pleading for it to swallow him whole.

This was a mistake.

He shouldn't have come. He could be comfortable in his own home, in his own bed, but no. He had to have his own plan for this event, a plan that could ultimately blow up in his face. He dressed up in this expensive suit for what? Just because of this stupid crush on-

“Harry?”

Nevermind.

All his complaints were thrown out the window when he looked up and saw her. She was more beautiful than he remembered.

“YN, hi.” He spoke softly, a smile tugging on his bubble gum colored lips as he looked at her. Like really looked at her.

Her sage colored dress fell at her feet, the silk fabric hugging her hips and flowing down her legs. The best part though, were the straps falling on her biceps, leaving her neck and shoulders bare. He could imagine dancing with her and teasing her skin with his lips, his nose buried in her neck and taking in her scent. He knew she was a bridesmaid, he’s seen other women around wearing the same dress, but God, the dress was made just for her.

“How are you?” She asked excitedly as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. She squeezed him in their embrace, swinging them side to side making his chuckle into her ear. She smelled really good.

Get a grip, Styles.

“It’s been a while, huh?” She spoke as she pulled away, and Harry nearly whined at the loss.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” He nervously tapped his fingernails against his glass.

There’s a pause between them, his eyes trained on her face and taking in her beauty. She raises her brows expectantly, her smile widening. “Well? I know you’ve been busy! Tell me about the tour.” She exclaims, maneuvering to stand next to him, her arms pressed against his.

“Oh,” he chuckles nervously and looks down at his feet. “It was good, very fun. I leave for New York in a couple of weeks.” He’s usually excited about his next stops for tour, but when he’s telling her he’s leaving soon it makes him want to cancel everything on his schedule and go into hiding with her.

“Wow, sounds exciting. Maybe I’ll have to go see you. See what the hype’s all about.” She nudged his shoulder, letting a giggle leave her lips and travel down his spine.

He laughs along with her. “Just say the word and I’ll get you some seats.” He feels the urge to turn to her and wink, but he stops himself.

“Good.” Her voice was low and almost sultry, and he could almost feel her get impossibly closer to him.

He didn’t want to get his hopes up.

“You excited? For your brother I mean.” He turns to her at his question, his eyes lingering on the shape of her lips before looking into her eyes.

She inhales before speaking. “Oh yeah, I’m really happy for him. Marinna is great too.” She exhales as she speaks, her shoulders lowering slowly as she lets out the air.

He nods at her answer. “I’ve only met her a couple of times, but they seem great together. I know Brian’s smitten for her though.” He joked, remembering all the times he hung out with Brian and how he just wouldn’t shut up about his future wife.

Harry was actually the first person to know that Brian was going to propose. Brian had called him in a frantic state, rambling on about rings and Marinna and the color white. Harry could barely understand him, and when he got him to calm down–ten minutes into the call–he smiled with pride when Brian admitted to finding the perfect ring. Harry hoped to find someone that made him act like Brian. He also hoped that someone was the person next to him.

Brian’s sister.

She lets out a chuckle. “Oh God yeah, he doesn’t shut up about her. It’s quite annoying actually.”

There’s a small fit of laughter between them, leaning into each other to suppress the noise and to not give people a reason to look at them. Her hand comes up to cover her mouth, the corners of her lips finding their way from being hidden. Her eyes are shut, blinding him with her glowy makeup, happy wrinkles appearing on the sides of her eyes. He wished he could kiss them.

Someone stands at the entry to the backyard, the white doors open to the inside of the house, giving the ceremony a better flow of the space. “Esteemed guests, please find your seats.”

They catch their breaths at the announcement, her hand falling back to her side. When her arm relaxes next to him, his fingers start to tingle because her hand is right there, touching his. His hand is burning, aching to wrap around hers but he knows he can’t. She’s his friend's sister. But he feels her pinky rub at his, and he could be completely overanalyzing it, but he can feel it in his chest that he just isn’t.

Before he can fully tug at her finger, she pushes off the wall with a sigh. Her hands smooth over her dress, getting rid of any dirt that could have set into the fabric. “Guess that’s my cue.” She turns to him fully, her neck and cheeks heating up from their fit of laughter.

She gives him a little wave before turning towards the doors, taking careful steps on her strappy heels. He sends her a lazy, lovesick wave (that she can’t even see). He just watches her. He hopes no onlookers think he’s creepy, but how could he not admire her.

He catches his stare just before she turns back to him, her manicured fingers picking at each other before she opens her mouth. “You’ll be at the reception, right?” She smiled sweetly at him. All he can do is nod. “I’ll see you there.” She turns again, heading farther away from him.

“Hey YN!” He exclaims, a little too loud for his taste, but it gets her attention. She’s at the door, her mouth open slightly, awaiting what he has to say.

“You look beautiful.” He showcases his dimples at her, hoping he can get some sort of affection across.

Her breath hitches in her throat, but he doesn’t need to know that. She sends him a small smile, mouthing a thank you before disappearing into the house.

He chugs the rest of his mimosa.

•••

He is sitting near the back and right next to the aisle, an older couple taking the seats next to him. He twirls his initial rings in anticipation, waiting for the moment he sees her again.

Oh yeah, and for the union of two people in love. He’s there for them too.

He’s zoning out, focusing his eyes on nothing in front of him when the officiant motions for everyone to sit. The band plays at a smooth rhythm as Brian appears at the doorway, his parents on either side of him, their hands in his. They walk slowly down the white path, their intertwined hands squeezing each other as they make it to the gazebo. Brian hugs his parents tightly as they kiss him on the cheek and let him up on the gazebo and take their seats in the front.

Harry pays more attention now as he watches the bridesmaids and groomsmen walk in, waiting for her to encompass his senses again. Surprisingly enough, she became even more beautiful in the ten minutes they didn’t see each other after their conversation.

She walks slowly on her skinny heels, her right arm locked with the groomsman beside her, her fingers holding the neck of the bouquet. The light colors of the flowers compliment her dress and the overall ambiance of the ceremony, but the beauty of the flowers couldn’t take away from the vision that is her. His cheeks hurt from smiling so wide and he was blinking so slowly as if he’s drunk, but he only had one mimosa. Her eyes catch his when she walks past him and a smile teases her lips. Harry’s sure that the look on his face could be easily deciphered, but when he looks at her, he’s not quite sure what’s behind those eyes. She’s already at the altar by the time he regains composure, and by that time everyone is standing up to welcome the bride.

She looked beautiful, everyone in the crowds had a fond smile on their faces as she made her way past them, but nothing ever compares to the groom's face. Brian was biting his quivering bottom lip, his eyes turning glassy as he went down a step to take Marinna��s hand. She kisses her parents cheeks before letting Brian’s hand to envelop hers. He quickly wipes at his cheeks with other hand and bends down to kiss Marinna’s hand. The maid of honor takes the bouquet, letting Marinna get a hold of her dress and situate herself across Brian.

There are a lot of tears during the ceremony, Harry sheds a few himself, but he can’t help himself when he pans to YN every once in a while, watching her wipe tears and smile. The band plays upbeat music as everyone claps for the newlyweds as they kiss and strut down the aisle again with big smiles and a pep in their step.

He continues to clap softly as the rest of the wedding party leaves after them, admiring YN as she walks down with another man but it’s okay. It obviously means nothing, he knows that. That doesn't stop him from hoping it was him she was walking next to.

People cheered softly as they stepped away from the seats and made their way to the front, watching the newlyweds slide into a black convertible and drive off.

Harry whistles them off as someone comes up beside him, his spine immediately tingling and his shoulders broadening.

“So, how’d I do?” Her voice filled his senses.

He chuckles lightly as he stuffs his hands in his pants packets. “A plus on walking and standing there.”

She let out a giggle and looked down, hiding her smile. His hand aches to reach for her chin and have her showcase her smile, but he stops himself.

People start to disperse around them, heading to their vehicles. There’s just tree leaves swinging and the chittering of insects around them as she catches her breath.

“YN!” Someone calls behind them. They both turn to see her parents looking at them, their own hands intertwined.

“I guess I should go.”

Or don’t, he wants to say.

“I’ll see you at the reception, yeah?” She says as she steps away from him, a smile adorning her face.

All he could do was meekly nod and he watched her walk away with her parents.

••

Okay, he doesn’t have a plan.

The process of charming a potential partner usually comes easier to him, it’s almost second nature. He doesn’t have to think about it. He can smile and say some nice words. Compliment them and boom! Done.

He thought he could just ask her, compliment her–which he did, he pats himself on the back for that– give her a shy smile and that would be it.

But seeing her smile at the happy couple, clapping along with everyone and in that dress. He wished it came easier to him more than ever. He needed it now, but he melted at just the mention of her.

He’s fucked, basically.

The strobe lights hurt his eyes and the horribly picked music is making his ears bleed. He claps along with the rest of the guests as Brian and Marinna walk in, their hands joined.

He’s changed into something less formal and less eye-catching. His black suit made him stick out from the soft colored ceremony earlier in the day. A cream colored suit adorns his stature, his blue printed button up living up his look a little more.

Her seat was directly across from his, farther away in the wedding party tables but he had a great view of her.

He’s distracted from his view of her as the DJ announces the couple onto the dance floor. A soft ballad is playing behind his words as he introduces them to their first dance as a married couple.

Brian and Marinna look at each other lovingly as they wrap their arms around the other, her head resting on his shoulder, his on top of hers. They sway leisurely, focusing on each other's presence instead of the audience around them.

After the meaningful slow dances, the party is in full swing, kids running around while adults drink and dance.

Harry sits at his table silently, his head leaning to the side as his finger runs over the smooth glass base of his drink, a mundane look on his face as people around him celebrate.

His body shakes with a startle as someone roughly grabs at his shoulder, their fingers digging into his shoulder blade, shaking him out of his misery. His newly married friend pulls the chair out next to him and plops down with a guttural groan. “Styles!”

Harry gives him a tight lipped smile, his lips rolling into his mouth in a silent greeting.

Brian’s eyebrows furrow at his friend's attitude. “What’s up with you, mate?”

Harry rests his elbow on the covered table, his chin being supported on his closed fist. He shakes his head and pouts a frown then turns it into a faux smile. “Nothin’”

Brian’s eyes hold a drunken glassy look as he watches his friend and then around the room, stopping for a second to admire his wife dancing with her friends. “What? Do you wanna sing a song for us?”

A dry chuckle leaves Harry’s slightly chapped lips. “No, I don’t.” His slow gaze watches Brian take his champagne glass and gulp it down, then violently put the glass down on the table with a dull clink.

“I’m real happy, y’know?” Brian said after a few seconds of silence, his head turned toward the beautiful bride.

Harry gives him a small smile. “That's good. Congrats, by the way. I don’t think I said it earlier.” Brian nods in acknowledgment.

There’s a stillness between them again.

“I know.” Brian blurts out.

Harry’s face contorts in confusion. “Know what?”

Brian gives him a teasing smile and shoves his shoulder, sending the singer back a bit. “You have the hots for my sister.”

Harry’s eyes widen, his mouth opening and closing, trying to find the words for an excuse or denial. He stutters, his face flushing, turning red like the strobe lights flashing around the room.

“It’s okay, mate. If anything, I would rather she picked you than some other bloke who doesn’t deserve her.”

Harry’s eyes scan the room, finding her sitting at her table, diligently sipping at her sparkling drink, her eyes observing the space around them, but they don’t hold the same gleam like when she watched her brother get married, or when she talked to Harry.

He doesn’t even notice Brian getting up from his seat and joining his wife.

His manicured fingers pinch at his bottom lip in consideration, his other hand flexing and balling into a fist out of nervousness. His mind reels at the thought of getting up and asking her for a dance, or just getting the courage to talk to her again. It’s like his brain turns to mush at the mere thought of her, and he thinks at this point he’s waited too long to even show his interest in her, let alone actually do something about said interest.

But regardless, he gets up from his seat and picks up his refilled flute of alcohol–thank you, waiters–, taking a long sip of courage before walking around the crowded dance floor to get to her. On his way there though, he made eye contact with Brian, who was on the dance floor with his new wife. He seemed to send the singer a small smile and a curt nod. In those short seconds, Harry’s chest feels lighter and his head isn’t clouded with guilt.

The only reason he never pursued anything with YN–other than the fact that he can barely conjure up a full sentence around her– was because she was his friend's sister. Siblings were off limits, he thought. He knew he wouldn’t like it if one of his friends tried to get with his own sister. And now that he has his subtle approval, there’s a pep in his step.

He blows out his cheeks as he works up the courage, her figure becoming closer and closer. Before he realizes, he’s standing right behind her, his thumb playing with the rings on his fingers as he slurs out the next words.

“Hey there.”

Her movements were in slow motion, her shimmery eyes blinking slowly, her hair whipping around, and that same smile that makes him swoon grows on her face as she catches sight of him.

“I was wondering when you’d get up to talk to me.”

He bounces on the balls of his feet, shifting his weight from his toes to his heels. His head leaned down shyly, his precious locks falling in his face.

He looks around her, never looking her in the eyes because he’s scared that he’ll say something stupid at their eyes catching. His mouth hangs open, waiting for the thoughts in his brain to register into words. “Would you, uhm,” he takes a deep breath. “Would you like to dance?”

Smooth, Styles.

She chuckles at his timid request, her hand confidently taking his and dragging him to the dance floor as one song finishes and another begins.

Harry regains his composure, confidence surging through him as he repositions his hand in hers, taking it firmly while his other hand rests high on her hip.

His eyes catch hers and his hand squeezes hers as they sway, a blush coloring his cheeks as they just stare at each other. They don’t talk, but it's not uncomfortable, it’s pleasant. Like they can just coexist with each other and they’re satisfied with the touch of each other.

YN lets out a frustrated sigh with a roll of her eyes, her hand that was on his shoulder moving down to his hand by her waist and dragging down lower.

Oh.

Harry clears his throat, his eyes concentrating on anywhere but her.

He doesn’t know if it's because he’s a little tipsy, or because his mind is running with just thoughts of her her her, but his mouth moves faster than he can register and he’s blurting out words that should've been kept in the back of his mind.

“You don't have a boyfriend to dance with?”

Obviously not if she’s dancing with you, he thought, mentally slapping himself.

She swipes her tongue over her teeth, the corner of her mouth rising in a smirk because she knew exactly why he was asking. And God, he could fall on his knees and worship her right there in the middle of the dance floor.

“Well I wouldn’t be dancing with you if I did.” She said sassily, her head leaning to the side, over her shoulder, her lashes fluttering seductively. “Did you want me to have a boyfriend?”

“Depends on who it is.” He said without hesitation.

She hums and looks off to the side as they dance.

“I know who you’d like.” She said with a teasing smile playing on her lips.

Harry furrows his eyebrows. “Who?” His chest aches with a sudden jealousy.

“He’s sweet, kind of shy. He’s tall and has gorgeous hair-”

“Okay.” He says pointedly. “I think I get it.” There’s a silence between them. “You like that guy you walked with-”

He’s interrupted by a firm hit on his shoulder. She looks down to hide her smile and this time he doesn’t hesitate to lift her head up by her chin with his fingers. Her face falls at his action, her eyes softening and her smile relaxing.

They continue to sway as the song changes. They can’t tell if it's upbeat, but they do not care in the slightest. All they can hear, see, and feel is each other.

Her hand squeezes his shoulder, willing him to speak up.

A smile tugs at his lips nervously, his tongue pressing up to the roof of his mouth as he tries to conjure up his confession.

“I…I really, really like you.” He starts off.

And she beams. Her smile is brighter than he could imagine and her eyes glisten. Her finger nails dig into his suit jacket again, encouraging him to continue.

“I’ve just never done anything ‘cause you’re my friend's sister, and I didn’t want to cause anything between us, or between the two of you. I came because I wanted to finally tell you how I feel, but God you make me nervous.”

They erupt in tipsy giggles, their heads bowing forwards and lightly bumping into each other.

“You only came here for me?” She asked between breaths.

He just shrugs and looks to the side teasingly, pretending to avoid her gaze.

“How romantic.” She mocked with sarcasm, but her voice sounded sweet, making his insides turn.

She rolls her lips into her mouth, trying to suppress a smile. “I really like you too.”

His eyes linger on her lips, his lashes fluttering over his cheeks languidly. A smile peeks at his lips. “Yeah?”

She chuckles and nods. Her eyes fall to his lips.

“I guess you’re the reason I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Their noses brush as they lean closer to each other, their breaths mixing in between them as their lips linger on the other.

“Maybe I can change that.”

His lips encapsulate her bottom one, the corner of their lips teasing a smile, making it harder to kiss, but he couldn’t care in the slightest.

HIs hands leave her body to rest at her jaw, and hers hold him at his waist, his lips leaving hers to only deepen the kiss. Her nose grazes against his and she whimpers into his mouth, almost making his knees almost give out.

They pull away with lovesick smiles, his warm hands still holding her face close to his so he could absorb this moment a little better.

He pecks her lips one more time just to be sure that this moment was real, that he wasn’t dreaming. He pulls away, his lips splitting into a cheesing smile, his dimples on full display.

He feels her shudder in his hands, the silk fabric of her dress cooling his touch as he moves his hands to the expanse of her back.

He takes her hand and pushes her away slightly, bringing their intertwined hands above their heads and twirling her around, giggles erupting from both of them.

He squeezes her hip, pulling her back closer to him so their hearts are touching, swaying to the music.

She leans her head on his shoulder, her eyes closing, feeling warm in his embrace.

The night continues into early morning, strobe lights softening and people retreating. They dance together for the rest of the night–except for the five seconds she stepped away to take off her shoes–ignoring the knowing glances from her family and the dwindling noise around them.

The music has stopped, the DJ is long gone and the house lights illuminate the entire building. It’s just them wrapped in each other, and Harry can’t help but imagine them dancing just like that at their own wedding someday.

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