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bts-hyperfixation · 3 years ago

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Drunken Confessions

BTS Reaction/scenarios - He is drunk and he needs to tell you something.

It’s over 3000 words... don’t ask how because I don’t know

Warnings: Vomit (only in Jin’s) and it isn’t graphic, binge drinking,

Namjoon - F2L

The party is in full swing

You'd lost sight of the boys ages ago, although you occasionally caught wind of Tae's dulcet tones or Jin’s windshield wiper laugh

That's why you were taken completely by surprise when your 6-foot, built like a house, best friend draped himself over your shoulders

Making you spill the drink you've been pouring

You tried to swap him away so you could clear up the mess he made but he just slides his arms down and around your waist subsequently locking your arms in place and forcing you to watch the sticky puddle spread across the desk

“I love you” he announces hugging you impossibly tighter

“I know Joon.” You laugh

“No! I looove you” he tries again

You roll your eyes

“I love you too Joon” you wriggle trying to escape his death grip

“You don't get it! He stamps his foot like a petulant child releasing you enough so you can turn in his arms

You reach up to cup his cheek and he nuzzles into the fond embrace

“Come on Joon let's take a break.”

You catch JK in the crowd and ask him to clear up the mess while you deal with a very drunk Namjoon

Inside the comfort of his bedroom you managed to get free from his clutches.

Getting all the way to the last room on the corridor had been a whole workout, especially given the fact you could only waddle

You sit down on the bed and gesture for him to join you

You lean against the headboard, and he leans on your shoulder.

You reach up to run a hand through his hair just as JK brings you 2 bottles of water he tosses them onto the bed and you mouth thank you as he backs away

You open one and take a swig before putting the bottle to his lips

“I'm not that drunk” he grumbles still taking a long sip

“uh huh”

“I'm not! I just needed a little bit more confidence than normal”

“And you found it at the bottom of a bottle”

Yeah… well… kinda” he looks miserable as he drains the last of the first bottle

“What did you need extra confidence for anyway?”

“For you dumb ass”

He sits up and in that moment he looks fully sober searching your eyes and only finding confusion

You don't have time to react before his lips are on yours

It stuns you for a moment until you sink into the embrace, the taste of alcohol washed away by the water

It’s a little sloppy as he holds your face, kissing like he has something to prove

“I love you.” He pants pulling away

“Oh”

“yeah…” he looks down into his lap, his nailbeds suddenly becoming the most interesting thing on the planet

“Joon”

“Uh huh”

“Joon!” You grab his chin to make him look up

“I love you too”

You never ended up returning to the party

Seokjin - New relationship

This is the first time you've hung out with his friends

It's beyond awkward as you both tried to navigate the new situation

Neither of you paid attention to how much alcohol had been put in front of you drink topped up frequently by the maknae line

They like to think they're helping

They are not

Jin’s tolerance turns out to be a lot lower than yours it isn't long before he is hunched over a toilet while you wait anxiously outside the door

When you hear the heaving stop you slip inside and fill the glass behind the sink to give to him

You kneel at his side rubbing soft circles into his back as you slowly tip the water into his mouth

He swallows a little then uses the rest to swell out the terrible taste left behind

“I'm sorry” he Mumbles when you stand to refill the glass

“Accidents happen Jinnie we've all been here before”

“Maybe you should leave… you shouldn't… shouldn't have to” he slurs trying to lift his head from the basin

“I'm not going to leave you like this what kind of girlfriend would I be.”

You sit back beside him, setting the water to the side and hauling his large frame into your lap

You push the sweaty hair away from his forehead smiling as his eyes closed

The worlds moving too fast his face scrunches at the thought as if he could magically stop the spinning

And if you had the power you would have done it

No questions asked

Instead you settle for putting a damp flannel across his face to cool him down and smooth his features

His eyes reopen staring straight up at you, pupils still dilated from the alcohol

You can see the moment the room stops spinning, he blinks sleepily watching you take care of him

“I'm going to marry you someday”

You giggle but he doesn't

You busy yourself stretching to cool the flannel without jostling him

He reaches for your cheek to pull your eyes back to him

“I love you”

Those are the last words you get from him before he passes out on you

Yoongi - F2L

The two of you had spent all day legs entwined on the opposite ends of the sofa in his studio

You're the only person he allows to sit and work with him on a regular basis because he knows that's all you want to do

He could trust you to not ask annoying questions or breathe too loud

Nope, you will patiently work on your own thing, providing the company he craved without the pesky social interaction

However neither of you have thought to eat since breakfast

And the sun has long since set

You pull your headphones off and signal for him to do the same

He looks annoyed and confused until you gesture at the clock on the wall

The boys made him put one up last time he did a 24-hour stint

His mouth formed a little ‘o’ as he stretched his arms over his head

“Dinner?” He suggests, placing his laptop to the side and untangling his legs from yours

You end up at the Korean barbecue place round the corner from the Hybe building

Three plates of meat and 3 bottles of soju in you start to think drinking on a mostly empty stomach was a bad idea

You are currently watching a drunk August D try to give a concert to some concerned looking uncles

He turns back to face you gummy smile lighting up his whole face, cheeks pink from the alcohol

His mood is contagious

You can't help joining him, filling in Max's parts from burn it

Having finished the latest encore Yoongi pays the bill for the entire restaurant and pulls you out into the night

He doesn't turn back towards the studio

Instead leading you to a nearby park

When he is satisfied with the spot, he lies down on the floor and stares up at the starless sky above the bright lights of Seoul

You lay next to him, and his hand finds yours intertwining your fingers

He sighs like every weight in the world has just been lifted off his shoulders

“Penny for your thoughts?” You ask rubbing little circles on his hand with your thumb

“I love you”

It's out before his brain has time to catch up with his mouth

You feel the panic as his hand tightens around yours a silent prayer that you won't pull away from him

You don't

Hoseok - Established Relationship

Ever the introspective drunk, Hobi has been sat quietly in the corner of the karaoke room since he finished second glass of wine

He watches you as you laugh and dance with the best people in his life

Watching as even timid Kookie pulls you close to belt out lyrics

You've been keeping track of him out the corner of your eye

He sometimes has a tendency to get sad if you leave him in his thoughts for too long

But tonight he has a quiet smirk on his features the entire time

Four songs later you excuse yourself from the rabble claiming strained vocal cords and go to sit on your boyfriends lap

You've lost track of what number glass of beer he is on, but he seems perfectly content if not a little sleepy

“Want to go home baby?” You ask stroking his cheek

He shakes his head a little blinking slowly “want to watch you having fun”

You lean down to press your lips to his softly hearing wolf whistles through the mikes

You lift your middle fingers to the boys simultaneously

When he realises your synchronisation Hobi starts laughing manically, returning to his regular self again

“I love you so much.” He murmurs against your lips suddenly wide awake again

“Maybe we should go home after all” he winks dragging his hand purposefully up your bare leg stopping just under the hem of your skirt

Jimin - F2?

There's nothing better than a night out on the town with your best friend

So why does Jimin look like someone just stole his favourite Gucci shirt

He was so smiley when he left you on the dance floor to go to the bathroom

Now he is glaring daggers at you from the bar across the club

Not you

The man you were dancing with to fill the time

He was probably just worried you were going to be selfish and abandoned him for a hook-up

You excuse yourself from your temporary dance partner and make your way to the disgruntled blonde

You reach him just in time to take the large tequila shot out of his hand and down at yourself

“You know you shouldn't be drinking these" you chide cringing as the alcohol stings your throat

“You're a little late” he grumbles gesturing to the tasting platter of five other shots on the bar behind him

You take his hand and lead him away from the loud club music into the smoking area

“what's gotten into you all of a sudden?” You can't help but worry something happened in the short time he'd been gone

“Nothing’s gotten into me” he gets defensive crossing his arms and refusing to meet your arms

“Come on Chim, we were having so much fun”

“You were having fun! I've been watching you grind your ass on some meathead for the last 30 minutes”

You're a little shocked at the outburst and confused over the amount of time lost

“Why did you leave me for so long?” You can't help feeling a little abandoned yourself all of a sudden

He senses you close in on yourself after the way he spoke to you

“Look, you just seemed like you were having more fun without me” he finally looks at you head on, one hand coming up to stroke your arm comfortingly

“I could never have more fun without you” you whisper part of you hoping he finally hears the pining in your voice

He doesn't

“Let's get out of here, I’ve ruined the mood now anyway and those shots are going to catch up with me soon.”

He leads you out of the club and of course he's right

He's barely coherent for the taxi ride home

You managed to hobble into his house together

You leave him sprawled out in the middle of his bed

It's not your first time fixing a drunk Jimin

You empty his trash can and place it by the bed

Raid the cabinet for paracetamol

Fetch 3 glasses of water

And carefully pull off his tight jeans

Satisfied he is settled

You go to change into an oversized tee shirt and a pair of his boxer

Your regular attire when faced with an impromptu bestie sleepover

As you walk out of the bathroom you find Jimin awake and downing water like he'd been stuck in the desert for weeks

“You look so pretty in my clothes” he slurs around the glass

He places the glass down and tries to move over so you can fit in the bed too

He almost falls out

You catch his arm just before he rolls too far pulling him back to you and cuddling close for warmth

Just as you're drifting off you think you hear him whispering to your hair kissing you softly

“I love you Y/N”

Taehyung - F2?

Such a cuddly drunk

He has been attached to you like a sloth clinging to a branch throughout the entire party

Not that you care, it's nice to have your friend so close

He spends the time between sips whispering in your ear mostly gossip and judgement of people the two of you don't particularly like

The whole night he has you giggling

It feels petty but you can't stop yourselves

“You’re so funny Tae, I love you so much.” You say between laughs.

Of course you meant it platonically

But drunk Tae didn't quite get that memo

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that to me!”

He launched into a monologue revealing everything he had kept inside

“I didn't think you felt like that”

“I thought it was just me!”

“This is going to be so much fun! We can go out on little dates, and I can spoil you and...”

“Actually we do all that now”

“But now we could do it as more than friends”

“I love you so much, I might explode”

You mean to interrupt his rambles, but he never takes a breath

So you just sit and watch as he gets more animated describing your future lives together

The longer he goes the more you realise maybe you didn't mean it platonically after all

Jungkook - E2L

You usually try to avoid JK like the plague

You are great friends with the rest of the boys, but you've never managed to befriend JK

In fact you were fairly certain he hated your guts

It's been years since you first found Yoongi

The first time he brought you around the others they'd all been so welcoming

Except the maknae

You've been reassured he just didn't deal well with new people

Once he got comfortable it’d be fine

Apparently he never got comfortable

So now you're at a party celebrating the boys recent string of successes

And in true BTS fashion it's not just an ordinary party

Nope this one was ‘Run!BTS’ themed

So you are standing amongst the group of idols and their friends waiting for their orders

The management team pulls out a bag filled with names and each member is summoned to pick out a card

Once each member has drawn they turn to reveal their partners

You can't help but roll your eyes when you see how annoyed JK looks to be holding your name

You open another can downing the contents before you are zip tied to the world's most obnoxious idol for the evening

The first challenge was supposed to be easy

Build a tower from toilet roll

But every time you reach in one direction, he leans the other and bulldozes your efforts with your joint wrists

Losing means shots

You take your punishment like a champ

The other boys finding this cruel twist of fate hilarious

Challenge two is a scavenger hunt

Problem is you struggle to agree on where to look first

It feels like he is trying to ignore you

Time runs out and you’re with two items to everyone else is 5

Some more shots

Challenge #3 is player trivia

The aim is to answer questions about the other person to gain points

There's no way you're winning this one

Except you do

JK knows every answer

Your birthday

Your mums name

Your first pet

Even your shoe size

He still won't meet your eyes though

Doesn't even give you a chance to ask him about it

The final challenge is hide and seek

This task is doubled in difficulty having to hide two bodies in the same place

Tripled by the fact you don't really want to be stuck in a confined space with a man that hates you

You contemplate forfeiting but JK's competitive drive has kicked in since winning the last challenge

He drags you away before you can protest

He shoves you into a cupboard you'd never noticed before, following you in and pulling the door closed

It's tiny

And he's pressed so close

Even in the dim light you can see every freckle on his nose

You're compelled by the strangest urge to trace the pattern with your fingers

And your brain is too drunk to stop you

“What are you doing?” He hisses through his teeth, grabbing your wrist

It's the first time he's looked at you directly and his eyes are just so pretty

You hear steps approaching and come back to your senses yanking your hand away

Bashing it against the wall in the process

His hand covers your mouth before you can yell in pain

“Thanks” you mumble when the steps have retreated

“You're welcome” he drags his hand away and once again refuses to look at you directly

“JK?”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you hate me?”

“He releases a long sigh

“Maybe this is the alcohol or maybe it's the game… either way I don't hate you”

His reply raises more questions than it does answers

“Then why?..”

“You can't ask me why…”

“I have every right to know why you refuse to acknowledge me”

You stamp your foot to emphasise your point

He turns to look at you properly again and size even more dramatically

“It's because you're off limits”

Yoongi hyung said none of us could date his friends… but you were pretty and funny”

You're more than shocked by the revelation

“Ignoring you seemed simple and trying not to get attached

Not that it did me any good”

You’re still not sure you're following him correctly

It sounded as if he just admitted his feelings are the exact opposite to what you thought

“I fell in love anyway, so I lashed out to deal with it”

“In love…” You breathe out

“Yeah… in love”

You're about to follow up with a million more questions when the door is wrenched open an JK fall straight on his ass

“Come on, you guys won let's get you untied before you murder one another.” Jimin winks before heading back towards the main room

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years ago

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Take Me Home Tonight

Summary: Warren accidentally confesses to you and is forced to realize that he’s been in love with you for a while now. This is Evan’s warren lipka I just wanted to specify

Word Count: 2928

Warnings: None this is pure fluff, Warren being his usual goofy and incredibly hot self

You were having the time of your life right now, nothing was funnier than drunk Warren Lipka. He was the definition of a hot mess, one second he was grinding on some random lady on the dance floor and the next second he was passed out on the toilet, pants down and Spencer had to go and get him. You always volunteered to be their designated driver when they went out, you loved getting to see Warren like this. And because you would never get drunk in front of Warren, you knew you were a bold drunk and whatever you did he would never let you forget it.

You scanned the room trying to make sure you had eyes on them. Spencer was snoring with his head down surrounded by empty bottles and various wrappers, he was sitting at a table towards the center of the bar and Warren was near the front of the bar. He was currently fighting with some woman over the karaoke machine. Warren wrestled the microphone from her and her friends cussed him out before he flipped them off. He took the makeshift stage stumbling on the last step.

He squinted his eyes till he found you, you gave him a wave, water still in hand. He gave you a lopsided smile before pointing in your direction, pushing his hair back. “This one goes out to my girlfriend!” The crowd wolf whistled as they turned to face in your direction. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not his girlfriend!” You shouted back with a laugh.

“Yea but I wish you were!” He shouted back.

“Wait what.” You felt your eyes bulge out of your head and turn to look at Spencer, he had the same shocked look on his face. You looked at him for an explanation and he just shrugged his shoulders, as clueless as you were. Warren whispered something to the guy running the machine and a second later Eddie Money started blaring out of the speakers, drowning out your attempts to call him off the stage.

Warren bopped his head to the music, jerking his hips out, still pointing in your direction. “I feel a hunger, it’s a hunger, That tries to keep a man awake at night!” He began to sing and it was awful. He was basically screaming and his voice was raspy from all the alcohol. But he put up so much of a performance into the way he sang the audience didn't seem to care. He held eye contact with you slowly moving off the stage and towards you.

The spotlight followed his movements, the light creeping closer to your secluded corner of darkness. “Are you the answer?” Your heart pounded at the implication of his words and the way his eyes seemed alert. He continued singing until he was directly in front of you. He threw the cord around you and used it to pull you close, you stumbled into him catching yourself on his chest. He leaned forward, his close proximity making the hair on your arms stand up, he lowered his voice as he nudged the side of his head into yours. “I can feel you breathe, I can feel your heart beat faster…”

He watched you with half lidded eyes, moving closer, his lips nearly brushing against yours, but before you could make contact he pulled away from you nearly causing you to trip over the cord as he yanked it back towards him. He danced back towards the center of the bar and jumped up on the table where Spencer was at. He threw his head back and screamed out the lyrics “TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT! I DON’T WANNA LET YOU GO ‘TIL YA SEE THE LIGHT!”

He waved his arm in the air, signaling the crowd to sing along with him. He nudged Spencer with his foot and he began to sing along with the rest of the bar patrons. They were all drunkenly sighing along with Warren, their gazes locked on you. He moved his arms around madly jumping up and down on the table, going absolutely crazy. You laughed watching him thrust his hips forward, matching the beat of the song. He pulled Spencer on the table with him and they both began to drunkenly sing to you, your face hurt from smiling so widely. You took out your phone and began to record their little song and dance. You also took a picture of drunk Warren pointing at you and screaming be my little baby. He had nearly slipped off the table while doing it, so it was all blurry and his eyes were wild. You made a mental note to make it your lockscreen later.

He started up at the chorus again, this time him and Spencer belting it accompanied by the other customers. “TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT!” Warren jumped a little too close to the edge of the table and launched him and Spencer on the floor, knocking over the neighboring tables. You were doubled over in laughter, Warren hadn’t even stopped singing he just carried on as he laid on top of Spencer on the floor.

The security guard walked over to the two of them and picked them up by their shirt collars. He tried taking the microphone from Warren but he just held it closer still signing into it, even though the music had stopped. The security guard looked at you and called you over. “Come get your boyfriend!”

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

“BUT HE WISHES HE WAS!” The bar patrons chanted together, remembering what Warren had shouted to you earlier. Your face burned in embarrassment as you want to collect them. Ripping the microphone from Warren’s hands as he whined and handed it to the security guard. The crowd cheered Warren on as you guys were escorted out, he bowed and blew kisses to the crowd. You had to drag him by his arm all the way to the car, Spencer just walked alongside you guys smiling to himself.

You shoved Warren into the passenger's seat and he groaned as he hit his head on the roof going in. Spencer laughed at him. “Shut up!” Warren called reaching into the back seat.

“Stop that!” You said, pulling him back into the front seat. You buckeld yourself in before starting up the car. “I can’t believe you got us kicked out of my favorite bar.” You scolded. You weren't really all that mad about being kicked out, you were more upset about the way Warren had said he wished you were his girlfriend. You knew that when Warren was drunk he would say and do just about anything so you learned not to take him seriously. But you had been crushing on him for years now and for a second you had felt a flicker of hope that he returned your affection.

Warren just pouted with his arms crossed for a moment before playing with your radio flicking through the channels. He smiled when he heard the song he was singing earlier again. “Oh no not again.” You said reaching over to turn the radio off, he smacked your hand away and kept his own covering the buttons.

“Warren.” You warned, glancing over to glare at him. He just smirked and started singing again.

“Come on (y/n) sing with me!”

“No.”

“I feel a hunger….” He leaned across to the seat getting really close to whisper in your ear. “Come on, you know you wanna sing with me. You know you wanna take me home tonight.” He slurred. You pushed him back into his seat laughing at his poor attempt at flirting. But it got you to play along.

“Oh yeah, I’ll take you home tonight.” You said in an over seductive voice, reaching over to run your hand up and down his thigh.

“Really?” He asked, biting his bottom lip.

‘Yeah I’m gonna take both your asses home and make sure you stay there.” You pushed your hand into his chest knocking him back into his seat.

He groaned, lulling his head to the side knocking it against the window with a soft bonk. “You’re no fun.”

You winked at him. “I know.” You softly hummed the tune to yourself the rest of the ride home and Warrens smiled to himself at watching you.

You dropped them both off at Warren’s place, he said his dad wasn't home so Spencer could crash there. Warren had nearly fallen down the stairs into the basement, but you caught him and propped him up. He blushed as you gently helped him lay down in bed and removed his shoes. You laid him down and he grabbed your hand as you moved to leave. “What, no goodnight kiss?” You rolled your eyes and moved back towards him. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips, you made him lay back down and settled for a kiss on his forehead.

“Goodnight Warren.” He was glad the lights were off so you couldn't see how red his face had gotten from your simple kiss. He hadn't expected you to do anything at all.

“‘Night.”

Warren woke up in the middle of the night, needing to pee. As he was washing his hands he was hit with a full memory of what had happened last night. He stumbled out of his room and made his way to Spencer who was passed out on the couch. “Dude.” He shook him. “Dude wake up!”

Spencer jolted awake. “What do you want Warren?”

“Did I do what I think I did last night?” Warren said slowly, his brows furrowed.

“If you’re asking if you indirectly confessed to (y/n) by serenading her with an Eddie Money song and then asking her to take you home tonight about a million times then yes.” Spencer curled back into himself hugging the blanket closer. He was always thankful when you made a bed for him. You always remember to give him a blanket and a pillow. Warren always forgot and he ended up having to use a newspaper or a couch cushion to keep warm. He turned back, opening one eye. “She also kissed you goodnight and left you a care package.”

“I’m sorry she kissed me?” Warren said, yanking Spencer's blanket away.

“Yes.” Spencer said bordely, blindly fumbling for his blanket. “On the forehead idiot, you asked her for a kiss and that’s all she gave you.”

“But she kissed me?”

“Yes. Now give me my blanket back.”

“One more thing.”

“What?” Spencer groaned, trying to get his blanket back. Warren kept holding it out of his reach.

“You said she left me a care package.”

“Yea, on the table.” Warren dropped the blanket back on Spencer and practically sprinted over to the table. “ But she left a gatorade for me too so don’t drink them both!” Spencer added before going back to sleep. There was a little wooden tray with a gatorade, an aspirin bottle and a whole bunch of little tricks to help with a hangover. He smiled at your sweet sentiment and downed some of the pills hoping they would ease his pounding head. He held the little care package in his hands, smiling at it unconsciously. You were always so thoughtful, you always took care of his dumbass and got him out of whatever trouble he managed to get into. You were always there for him when he needed you. He had always had lingering feelings for you but he’d brush it off as a crush, Warren Lipka didn't have “deep feelings.”

But the longer he looked at the care package you left him and as he reflected on the events of last night he couldn't deny it any longer. “Shit.” He mumbled running a hand down his face. Spencer had turned to look at him. “I’m in love with her.”

“You're just now realizing this.” Warren tossed a pillow at him and Spencer batted it away. “So what are you going to do?”

“Nothing.”

“What?”

“I’m just gonna hold all my feelings in until I die.”

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

Spencer sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He yawned out his reply. “Just tell her you liked her like a normal person.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“What if…” Spencer sensed the change of tone in Warren’s voice and he now had his full attention. “What if she doesn't like me back. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Spencer bit his lip, debating on telling Warren what you had told him. Warren noticed Spencer's suspicious behavior and his eyes narrowed. “You know something.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.” Warren plopped onto the couch beside Spencer. “Tell me.”

“I’m not really supposed to-”

“Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell-”

“Okay!” Spencer huffed. Spencer looked around as if making sure you weren't there to overhear him. “She told me that she likes you.”

“WHAT?”

“Don’t yell, I still have a hangover.” Spencer groaned, pressing his fingers to his temple. He got you to take some aspirin, Warren followed.

“She likes me, since when??” Spencer bit his lip. Warren yanked his gatorade away. “How long has she liked me spencer?””

“Since high school.”

“WHAT?”

“Dude.” Spencer yanked his gatorade back. “I told you to stop yelling.”

“You knew that she liked me since high school and you never told me.”

“She made me promise not to tell.”

Warren glared at him. He wanted to be mad but the knowledge of you liking him outweighed his anger. “And you’re sure she still likes me?’

“Yeah.”

“Positive? This ain't something I can't take a risk on. I need to be one million percent sure.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Seriously?” Spencer signed. Warren glared at him and he rolled his eyes. “Yes I’m sure she still likes you.”

Warren went up the stairs of the basement taking two at a time and yanking the door open. “Where are you going?” Spencer called up.

“To go see her.”

“But you don’t have a car. And it’s the middle of the night.”

“I don’t care and I don’t need one.” Warren slammed the door shut on his way out. Spencer winced and went to lay back down. “That idiot is going to run there.” He grumbled.

You woke up to hear pounding on your door. You were still in bed and your roommate went to answer the door. She took one look out before slamming it shut. “Who is it?” You asked.

“Your hot friend.”

You got up and opened it, Warren was on the other side, bent over and breathing really hard. “Warren?”

“Hey.” He wheezed out.

“Are you okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“You know it’s like 4 in the morning right?”

“Mhmm.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re really sweaty and you sound like you’re dying.”

“I’m good just give me a minute.”

“Do you wanna come in?” Warren glanced behind you and saw your roommate leaning back in her chair, trying to see what was going on.

“Nah. I-'' He took a deep breath before starting again. “I kinda want us to be alone for this.”

You closed the door behind you and leaned against it waiting for him to continue. Warren stood back up, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. He was all disheveled, still dressed in his clothes from last night. But his shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his chest to you, you did you best not to look. “So.” He started off, looking down at the floor.

“So…”

“About last night.” Warren fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “I meant what I said.” He looked up to see your reaction, you were watching him with wide eyes silently asking him to continue. “I really like you, like a lot. And I have for a while now but I was too scared to admit it. I didn’t want to risk ruining our friendship.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest, you were pretty sure the whole dorm could hear it. “You… you like me?”

“Yeah.” Warren rubbed the nape of his neck, his brown eyes staring into your own, waiting to see your answer.

You smiled and glanced down at the floor. “I like you too.”

“Really?” His voice was hopeful, the edges of his lips curling into a smirk.

“Yeah.” You guys stared at each other like idiots with wide smiles on your faces.

“So…” Warren started again this time a little more brave. ‘Would you maybe like to go out sometime?”

“I would love to.”

Warren pumped his first in the air. “Yes!” You laughed and went to open the door to your dorm. “As much as I love confessing to you in the hallway it’s the middle of the night. You should probably get back to bed.” He nodded. “So I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, I’ll call you later to set up our date.”

“Okay!”

You began to close the door before Warren rushed forward, he put his hands on the door frame, stopping you from closing it. “Wait! Can you uh, can you drive me home. I don't think I would survive running all the way back.”

“Sure.” you giggled, grabbing your keys and locking the door behind you. Warren smirked at you as you guys made our way down the hall.

“So what you’re saying is you’ll take me home tonight.” He sang the last part, winking at you. You pushed his shoulder.

“Don’t make me regret saying yes to going out with you.”

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aelingalathyniusrailme · 3 years ago

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'Hello life ruiner' 'oh calm down that was years ago and your life doesn't look that ruined to me' for Lucien and Eris?

ok so sorry this took me so long but here it is. I kind of went for a Damon/Stefan Esque vibe so hope you enjoy

A knock on the door had eris up from bed too early.

“Are you kidding me?” his lover asked. Their time together was rare as they were typically both occupied during this time of day, setting aside a few hours a week to make time for each other.

“I’m sorry love, I’ll be back to bed soon, and” eris smirked. “We’ll finish what we started.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“I’m counting on it” Eris quickly put a shirt on and walked to the door and peered through the hole. You have got to be fucking kidding me. Eris took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hello, life ruiner.”

Lucien gave the appearance of looking around. “Oh calm down, that was years ago and your life doesn’t look that ruined to me”

“Yes well, when you left my reputation shattered with my father's blood on my hands it took half a century to get back to a fraction of where I was.”

“So dramatic and we both know that that was only partly my fault.” When Eris didn’t respond, Lucien filled the silence. “Half a century? Huh, has it really been that long?” god his brother was infuriating, it took all of eris’s self-control not to smack him across his face.

“I actually believe it’s been about 75 years.” Eris turned around to face the voice. “Hello, Lucien.”

Lucien looked amused. “Hello Azriel.”

“That mate of yours making you lose track of time?” Azriel chuckled as Lucien tensed.

“Elain is doing well thank you for asking, I see you and my brother have remained close throughout the years.”

“Extremely and thoroughly” eris provided, enjoying the way Lucien shifted uncomfortably. “And as fun, as this little visit was, I have more important” Lucien's eyes flicked to Azriel. “Things to do.”

“Can’t get rid of me that fast brother, I was instructed to reconcile with you or sleep outside.”

“That bad? Seems to be a regular occurrence for you.”

“There’s that sense of humor I missed so much,” Lucien drawled. “So will you have a drink with me?”

“No.” Eris began to shut the door before Azriel stopped him.

“Sorry, can we just have a minute please?”

Lucien appeared grateful. “Of course.”

Eris turned to Azriel, “he destroyed my life, I am not going to have a drink with him.”

“Sweetie, it’s been almost a century and it was mostly beron’s fault.”

“Keyword being almost. Check back in 25”

“Minutes?” Azriel asked hopefully.

“Years.” Eris was about to walk away when Azriel stopped him gently grabbing his arm.

“Eris.” He turned to face him, Eris's gaze softening.

“Please, if not for him then for me, have a drink with your brother and maybe there will be some rewards after.” Eris hated when he got like that, everything about his resolve crumbled and all he wanted was to melt into his hard chest.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But those rewards better be nothing short of spectacular.”

It was Azriel's turn to smirk. “Oh, they will be.” He turned, dropping Eris’s arm, and walked back to his bedroom on silent feet, fading into the shadows. He looked like a god and Eris had to force himself to turn away. He opened the door once more to find his half-brother standing against the side of his house in a nonchalant manner, pretending he hadn’t been listening.

He shot Lucien a look. “Not a word.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“There are rules.”

“The control freak strikes again.” Eris shot him another look. “Ok ok, what are they?”

“You get 1 hour, and the words Mom, dad, hellion, Gwyn and our dead brothers do not come up.”

“No family, got it.” he held his hand out, eris knew he expected him to ask where they were going so he didn’t. Instead, he took his hand as Lucien winnowed them away.

A second later Eris opened his eyes immediately recognizing the stuffy summer court. It reeked of joy and pleasantries Eris did not want to participate in. They walked in silence into the town square to whatever trashy bar or club Lucien was taking him to. Suddenly he stopped in front of what appeared to be a lingerie store.

“Need some new panties brother?” He ignored him instead walking inside and whispering something to the cashier, something even his fae ears couldn’t pick up. The cashier flashed them a sly smile and walked to a rack of clothes. She snapped her fingers and a door appeared, Lucien turned to Eris and although this was unexpected, he kept his features completely neutral. Alright, at least he’s trying to make this interesting. He followed him through the door and down the stairs to a dark room lit with neon lights. The room was large and filled with high fae and faeries alike.

“It’s a chain, across all 7 courts, called the underground beluga.” Lucien provided even though Eris had pointedly not asked.

“Inconspicuous.” He chuckled at that. They went up to the bar and sat down.

“Bourbon please” and at the same Lucien said “a round of shots.”

The waiter looked confused, “So which is it, bourbon or shots?”

“We’ll have both.” Answered Eris to both the waiter and Lucien’s delight.

“I like your style.” responded the waiter.

Lucien clapped him on the back and pushed him to sit down. “As do I.”

Drink after drink came and just 1 had turned into 5, 7, maybe 10? It was hard to keep track. It started off tense but by drink 3 Eris and Lucien had dissolved into jokes and memories. Reminiscing the good, eluding the bad. They spoke of their childhood and when they had been close. He did well with avoiding the topic of family.

Eris was drunk as fuck. His mind was hazy and his vision blurred but he was sure that it was his name being called up to the stage. “Eris vanserra you’re up for karaoke, it was requested by a member in this club, that would like to remain anonymous, for you to sing don’t stop believin by journey to the middle.” He blinked twice and turned around to face his brother. The sly fox was smirking.

“Oh, you little shit.”

He took a sip from his bourbon, “I have no idea what you mean”

The host's voice came again “Eris, come on lad you’re not above karaoke get your ass up here.”

“You heard the man.”

And then the cheering began. “ER-IS ER-IS ER-IS”

“Come on brother, give the crowd what they want.” but eris had a better idea.

“Alright,” He paused, smirking, “brother.” Eris pressed his hand on Lucien's shoulder and winnowed them both to the stage. “This performance will now be a duet,” he announced to the crowd, causing an epidemic of cheering. Lucien’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, one not too different from the color of his hair. The music began and the lyrics to the song appeared in the air. Well this was happening, eris thought, might as well lean into it.

He gripped the microphone in one hand, letting the alcohol take over, and belted. “JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL.” he winked at a seraphim, walking to the center of the stage. “LIVIN IN A LO-NELY WORLDD. SHE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOIN AN-Y-WHERE.”

Eris looked to Lucien, enjoying the shock on his face, he gave him a look as if to say, your move brother.

Lucien cracked his neck, ran a hand through his hair and took the microphone in both hands. “JUST A CITY BOY. BORN AND RAISED IN SOUTH DESTROITTT.” with each word, his voice became more and more confident. “HE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOIN AN-Y-WHERE”

Eris took the next two lines. “A SINGER IN A SMO-KEY ROOM. THE SMELL OF WINE AND CHEAP PERF-UMEE.”

Lucien cut him off. “FOR A SMILE THEY’D SHARE THE NIGHT. IT GOES ON AND ON, AND ON, AND ON.”

He joined Eris in the middle of the stage and they sang together. “STRANGERS, WAITIN. UP AND DOWN THE BOULEVARD. THEIR SHADOWS.” With the snap of Eris's fingers, their shadows reflected on the curtain began to dance on their own and he lit everything up in a heatless flame. “SEARCHIN IN THE NIGHTTT. STREETLIGHTS, PEOPLE. LIVIN JUST TO FIND EMOTION.” Eris and Lucien looked to each other and then at the crowd that was going crazy. “HIDIN, SOMEWHERE IN THE NIGHTTTT.”

In reality, they were sweaty, off-tune, drunk idiots doing karaoke. But to Eris in his drunken stupor, thought they were gods on that stage. Leaving every emotion he had felt in his almost 600 years with don’t stop believin. He was on a high and could not be brought down no matter what. Up on that stage with his brother, he was invincible.

They sang at least 4 more songs, each one more insane than the last. They drank and joked until the sun came up. And though Eris had nowhere near forgiven his brother, maybe just maybe he had taken a step in the right direction.

#one shot #drabble #eris vanserra #lucien vanserra #azris #elucien #some good old fashion brotherly love #brother banter

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farcry5 · 4 years ago

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but you always were what i came here for

pairing: jacob seed x deputy (theo ward) summary: no-cult au. Jacob spends his nights at the local bar after falling for a certain woman who has been in too many bar fights to count. warnings: alcohol and smoking of course. language. john. but it’s mostly soft. slight ns/fw just in case lol

a/n: anyways loving the idea of john and faith acting like old ladies who love knowing all the gossip and drama that goes around hope county... ---------------

She was always there, late in the night at the only bar in town- the only moderately proper bar in all of Hope County. Tall and beautiful, long black hair falling down her back in waves. She would drink heavily, dance in groups or alone, and laugh with friends and strangers alike.

There was something alluring about her that pulled people in. Jacob had never even spoken with her before, but he could feel that pull, stronger than ever.

Inside, she was so alive and full of charm, flirting unapologetically and as rowdy and unruly as the country men that crowded around her. There were a few times she had either stopped a bar fight or started one, throwing punches hard enough to knock a drunk out cold.

Outside, she’d sit on a chair with a cigarette between her lips, staring at nothing, all the life gone in an instant. Quiet and distant, only responding when someone told her goodbye as they walked out of the bar.

He had sat with her a couple of times, in an oddly comfortable silence that he found himself completely lost in. Neither would move for hours, just sitting outside the noisy bar, smoking or drinking without a word. Once, she jolted from her trance and looked around, sent him a gentle smile and ran her fingers through her hair. She had sighed heavily, flicked her cigarette onto the concrete and muttered a soft ‘good night’ to him as she left.

Jacob had been entranced ever since and he’d lie awake every night, thinking about the way her hair would fall over her shoulders, the curve of her lips when she’d smile, the way her body would move as she danced, the sadness in her eyes in the glow of the flame as she lit her last cigarette. The sound of her voice would ring in his ears as he finally manages to drift to sleep, even if only for a couple of hours.

John and Faith had been constantly bothering him about why he frequented the Spread Eagle every night now, when he hardly interacted with anyone in town, but he could never manage to tell them.

So the next night, they showed up, much to not only his, but to everyone’s surprise. Mary May watched the two walk in, eyeing them curiously. Theo and her group consisting of Hurk Jr., Sharky Boshaw, Jess Black, and Eli Palmer all paused their conversation to see the unexpected guests.

John walked in with a rather bored expression as his eyes scanned over every patron of the bar. Faith looked sweet and innocent but Jacob knew there was something mischievous under that smile of hers. The bar was full of people tonight, so they were on the hunt for the only reason Jacob was here.

As soon as they sat down at his table, the attention was gone like they had never interrupted in the first place. Yet, Jacob noticed Theo watching them and he couldn’t help but stare back, at least until Eli touched her arm and she looked away.

“Oh brother,” John smirks, still taking in the atmosphere. “You look more out of place here than I thought. Still, you fit in better than either of us could.”

Faith hummed and turned to him. “You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself. I almost imagined you were actually talking to people.”

“Dancing, even.” John interjects.

“No, definitely not that.”

Jacob rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his drink he had left untouched. “Shut it. Why are you two even here?”

Their sister gets up to go get drinks from the bar, while John leans back in his seat. “We just wanted to know what would make the unsociable and grumpy Jacob Seed leave his house every night for two weeks. I had some ideas, but they seemed more my style than yours. Faith was worried you were becoming an alcoholic, yet, that looks like your first drink.”

A commotion at the bar causes Jacob to turn away from his brother, watching as Theo talks with Faith, laughing together while she keeps the cousins at bay and away from the younger woman. Theo speaks to Mary May for a moment, to which Mary May scoffs and shakes her head, but pours more drinks.

Faith finally returns, a drink in each hand and she sits down, beaming. “That woman, she’s so funny. Sometimes I forget she’s a sheriff's deputy.”

“Isn’t she on leave? Something about showing up to work drunk, I think.” John hums in thought, his dark eyes following the woman as Hurk Jr. pulls her to the small dance floor.

“I thought it was because she got into a fight while in uniform and smashed a man’s windows.”

He knew little about her, only what his brothers grieved about, since she was the one that arrested Joseph for one little accident. Jacob sighs and attempts to tune the two out, listening to the music that doesn’t sound so obnoxious anymore, watching as the woman who seemed to be the topic of everyone’s conversation lately, dances with her friend.

She was beautiful even then, under the hand painted colored lights, sweat trailing down her neck and strands of her hair clinging to her skin. Her movements were clumsier tonight, the alcohol hitting her harder than he had seen it, but at the same time, she was more sober than most of the people around.

When he looks back at John, there’s a knowing gleam in his eyes and he smiles, raising a brow, but doesn’t say a word. He may have been freed from answering questions for tonight, but he knew John wouldn’t let him carry on in secret forever.

The rest of the night was spent with Jacob having to suffer through John and Faith’s constant chatter, listening to drunkards sing terrible karaoke, and trying to drown his newfound feelings which never seemed to want to die. His siblings grew tired and eventually left, leaving Jacob alone with the off-duty officer and her dwindling group of friends. Sharky was passed out at the bar, Hurk Jr. was in the bathroom for what seemed like eternity, while Jess and Eli had left around an hour ago. Jacob had noticed the soft touches from Eli that Theo had received all night, but chose to ignore whatever meaning they could hold.

The night ended with Theo and Jacob sitting outside in silence like usual, but something was off. Theo was restless, leg bouncing as she smoked and stared off into the night. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, waiting for her next move, which came sooner than expected and completely out of left field.

“Do you want to go home with me?”

Jacob turns to look at her, slightly shocked to see her staring back at him. There was no one else there and she wasn’t on the phone, so she was definitely asking him. The silent gazing lasts far longer than needed, but he isn’t sure how to answer.

Theo laughs, shaking her head quickly. “Sorry, you can forget that.”

However, Jacob stands and pulls his keys from his pocket. “Should we go now?”

Her blue eyes watch him for a moment and then she jumps up, pulling her keys from her pocket. He follows behind her on the drive to her home, which isn’t far as she had told him and it’s not long until he’s walking through her front door and she’s pulling him in for a kiss.

Jacob welcomes it, his boot kicking the door shut and his hands holding her against him. He takes in the way she tastes, the way she feels and smells and her soft moans as his fingers grip her waist. He’s pinning her against the wall as her hands slide over his throat to the back of his neck.

Theo pushes off the wall, tugging him by the shirt into her slightly messy living room, seating him on the couch. Without a moment to spare, she was on top of him, kissing him hungrily with her hips grinding against his. As she tugs on his belt, she smiles against his lips and starts to chuckle, leaning against his shoulder.

He frowns, hands moving over her thighs to hold her waist, attempting to pull her back. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m sorry,” Theo gazes at him and smiles, fingers grazing over his jaw. “I was just thinking how funny it was that we always saw each other at the bar but only now-” She can’t finish her sentence, tilting her head as she tugs his belt again, knuckles brushing against his stomach.

“I hate that bar.” Jacob grumbles quietly and then sighs as he settles back into the couch cushions. It wasn’t an honest truth, but all and all, he wasn’t there for any other reason.

Theo’s smile slowly vanishes and she leans away, blue eyes narrowing at him. “You do? Then why did you go every night?”

A familiar moment of silence settles over the two as they stare at one another with mixed emotions. She��s confused and slightly hurt, but the lust and hunger was still there. However, Jacob was completely memorized and dazed the longer he watched her, his heart jumping in excitement at every movement.

“For you.” Was his soft reply, wondering if it was something he would have ever said sober or to anyone else. Words more romantic than a man like him was capable of.

Theo takes a breath, blinking and then moving her hand at his waist to under his shirt. “Really?” He nods and places his hand over her wrist as she moves up his torso. She smiles again, softer, and leans down, lips close to his. “I’m glad you showed up.”

The corner of his mouth pulls into a small smirk and his lips are light against her skin. He hums and closes his eyes, placing his hand on the small of her back and moving her closer against him.

“We usually bar hop and I don’t always go out-” She sighs in content as he places slow kisses against her throat. “I stayed every night to see if you’d be there.”

Jacob smiles and makes his way back to her lips, careful and steady, savoring the sharp taste of cinnamon whiskey. “I’m glad you did.”

#i wrote something??? wow #far cry fic #jacob seed #theo ward #oc fic*#i hope this is good yall know i'm too soft #i know i don't write jacob right but whatever #this is more self-indulgent than anything

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ktrsss1fics · 4 years ago

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Cake By The Ocean: Eight.

If you were to ask Georgina Ferguson what her last full day in Mykonos would consist of, never in a million years would she say a day at the beach with her boyfriend followed by a night on the town with her closest friends. As the bars began to close, the gang made their way back home. Mags and Jenna held hands and gossiped. Jamie, Keith, and Niall were singing some song from the early 2000s. Georgina trailed behind everyone reminiscing about her time in Greece. She was drunk off sangria and the smell of a certain Irishman’s cologne. This trip was exactly what she needed. Her heart was happy and her love meter was full.

“Ferg, wait until we’re home to undress the poor boy.” Dave said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

“Heart wants what it wants, David.” Georgina smiled as she took her eyes off her boyfriend.

“He truly thinks the world of you.” Dave said.

“Assss he should.” Brittany slurred as she slipped her hand into Georgina’s.

A moment of silence passed between the trio. It wasn’t very long until the house they were staying in came into view. Georgina gave her best friend’s hand a squeeze as the rest of their friends filed inside.

“You two should come over for dinner when we get home.” Brittany said. “It’ll be like old times.”

“But now we know they’re shaggin’.” Dave teased.

“The kids are in love. Leave ‘em alone.” Britt said.

“Doesn’t take away from the fact that she’s probably sat on his face by now.” Dave said smugly.

“David!” Brittany and Georgina groaned in unison.

The gentle giant placed a quick kiss on the top of Georgina’s head. “Only taking the piss, babes.”

“We’ve talked about this, what she does in the bedroom is-is-is her business.” Brittany said.

“You birds take everything so seriously.” Her boyfriend sighed.

“Oi, what are they on about, Davey?” Niall asked from inside the house.

“Nialler, settle a bet for me—“ Dave started to say before Georgina cut him off.

“We aren’t in neutral territory anymore.” She said stepping inside. “Use your indoor voice.”

Marco, Ashlee, and Mar had declined the invitation to go out with everyone. No one understood why but they were not fond of the Terrible Threesome. Everyone was counting down the days until they said goodbye to them for good.

Dave kissed her head once more before peeling away from her side. “Yes, Mum.”

“I’ll have a talk with him when we are alone.” Brittany said to her best friend as her boyfriend walked away.

“He’s only doin’ it to push me buttons.” Ferg sighed.

“Y’alright baby?” Brittany asked.

“It’s probably because I’m drunk but I really don’t want to go home.” Georgina said. “It’s just going to be work and deadlines and I’m not gonna see everyone as much as I’d like.”

“I don’t know if you agree with me but this — as crazy as it sounds — has been the best trip we’ve been on and like I just don’t want things to change. You know?”

“It definitely has been one for the record books.” Brittany said grabbing onto Georgina’s other hand. “But you know you aren’t in this alone, right?”

“Yeah—“ Georgina said but Brittany shook her head.

Britt looked up at her best friend. “We’ve all decided that we’ve got you. You aren’t in this alone anymore. We all talked and we aren’t letting any outside influences mess this up because—“

“He’s The Baby.” Georgina blushed.

“And you’re you.” Britt smiled.

“Yeah but—“

“Oh fuck off Georgie.” Britt rolled her eyes. “They love you more than they love him most days.”

Georgina could feel her cheeks grow warm. Her friends truly meant the world to her and knowing they were fully supportive of her relationship with Niall meant everything. She truly didn’t know what she would do without them.

“Fergithica and Brittania we need you over here. ASAP!!” Jenna shouted from the living room.

“Where my bitches at?” Mags said through a microphone.

“Oh god.” Britt said with her eyes closed.

“I thought we hid the mic.” Georgina said wide-eyed.

“Who the fuck gave her a mic?” Jamie cackled from the kitchen.

Georgina and Brittany made their way into the living room while the rest of the boys joined them. Standing center stage were the drunkest members of the Hen House.

“We wanna do karaoke!” Jenna said leaning against Margaret.

“You lot can’t sing while sober.” Keith said taking a seat beside Georgina on the couch. “Who says you can in the state you’re in.”

“We have a thing called talent, Miller.” Mags slurred into the mic. “Might wanna look it up babes.”

“Yeah, as much talent as two cats in heat.” Keith mumbled making Georgina laugh.

“Also, stating this now, Niall Horan is not allowed to sing.” Mags said pointing to the brown haired man.

Niall threw his hands up in defense. “Whatever you want, babes.”

“Who wants to be the DJ?” Jenna asked, scanning the crowd that had formed.

“What song you ruinin’ first?” Dave asked as he pulled out his phone.

“Hmm… ‘Chandelier’ by Sia.” Jenna said causing the room to erupt into laughter.

“Oh fuck right off you dicks.” Mags glared.

As David cued up the music on the television, Jamie carefully walked in the room with a tray of drinks.

“We are gonna need these.” Jamie said as his girlfriend got ready to sing her drunken heart out.

The two women cleared their throats. Niall took this as a sign to make his way towards the couch. Not only did he want a front row seat to the show about to be performed but he wanted to be closer to the woman he loved.

The Irishman had tried his best to keep his hands to himself when they were out in public. He didn’t know how comfortable Georgina was with showing any display of affection in front of their friends. He had made her keep their relationship a secret for months. The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable by forcing too much affection too soon.

Although he tried to keep his distance, the alcohol in his system and the way Georgina looked had his mind racing. He couldn’t wait until they were alone later. Niall leaned back in his seat before resting a hand on Georgina’s leg. This was exactly how he wanted to end their trip.

“This one is specifically dedicated to Keith Reginald Miller.” Mags said with a wink. “My biggest fan.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “You wanker.”

“Woo! That’s my baby.” Jamie cheered as he took a seat on the floor.

The next couple hours were filled with goblets of sangria and very poor renditions of some of the greatest songs ever created. From Robbie Williams to Lionel Richie, Fergie and the gang sang their heart's out in the middle of that Grecian villa.

While Jamie and Davey belted out a Bob Seger banger, Niall decided they needed food to sop up some of the liquor they had consumed. The Irishman made his way into the kitchen to see what he could come up with. Naturally, Georgina followed in suit.

The pair decided on grilled cheese sandwiches. They hoped the bread would bring everyone down a notch. Fortunately, their flights were in the evening so they had time to sleep off the hangover that was sure to take form once everyone headed to bed.

“Britt wants us to come over for dinner when we get back.” Georgina said as she pulled a piece of cheddar cheese away from the paper packaging.

“Just us four?” Niall asked, pressing a spatula into a slice of bread making it sizzle in the pan.

“Just like the good ol’ days.” She said with a nod.

“That’ll be brilliant.” Niall smiled as he looked up at her.

The kitchen grew quiet as the couple worked in peace. Their system had become second nature. Niall was in charge of grilling while Georgina took take care of all the prep work. A pile of sandwiches started to take form on the plate within minutes. It was just further proof that they were in fact a good team.

“Babe, are you sure we---” Niall said, flipping over one last sandwich.

“We’re gonna be good.” Georgina said reassuring him. “I promise.”

“I love you.” He smiled. “Like a lot.”

Georgina leaned against the counter. “I love you too.”

Once the last sandwich was finished, Niall walked over to where his girlfriend was standing. He rested his hands on the counter beside her. He leaned in close.

“Just so we are both aware, I’m fucking you as soon as that door closes tonight.” He said softly.

Georgina’s face lit up at the husky tone of his voice.

“You can’t just look like an absolute goddess and get away with it.” Niall winked.

“Unacceptable, right?” She whispered as he pressed up against her.

“Completely.” He said.

“Am I going to be punished?” She smirked.

“Fuck, Georgina!” He said squeezing his eyes shit. “Please don’t give me a hard on in front of our friends.”

Georgina giggled. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Niall rolled his eyes making her laugh more. Without thinking, Georgina grabbed his chin and placed a very deep kiss on his lips. Niall’s heart wanted to explode. All he had wanted to do that night was kiss her. Now that he finally had the opportunity to he wasn’t going to stop. A slow and steamy make out session began.

What the young couple didn’t know was that their every move was being recorded from the doorway of the kitchen by a very despicable human being. Every kiss that was shared in that kitchen was strung together in a short video that could ruin them.

Marlene truly was the worst person on the planet.

With a smug look on her face, the young American stopped the video. She turned slowly but slammed right into the chest of a very angry looking man.

“Delete it.” He said.

“I-I-I- don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stuttered nervously.

“Delete the video.”

“I don’t kn—“ She started to say as she attempted to get away. He wouldn’t let her past.

“Delete the video or I will ruin your life.” He stated.

#one direction fanfiction #niall horan fanfiction #cbto #1dff #fergie and niall

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prurientpuddlejumper · 4 years ago

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Out Tonight (Part 1)

Part 2 ->

Summary: Barba would never admit to being a RENT geek, but when he gets drunk and no one from the SVU squad is there to see him, he can’t resist the siren call of the karaoke stage. You would never approach a stranger at a bar, but when you hear Barba singing your favorite musical, you gather the courage to ask for a duet.

Rafael Barba x Female Reader

Warning: NSFW, 18+, Dub-con!! Everyone is enthusiastically willing, but also super drunk. So... use your best judgement. (No smut this chapter just some intense kissing)

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The thing about Scotch whisky is, it’s a drink meant to be sipped. A.D.A. Rafael Barba drank a Scotch every day, especially after a difficult case. One or two, mulled upon over the course of an hour.

At over 40 percent alcohol by volume, the practical difference between Scotch, the gentleman’s drink favored by lawyers and Wall Street executives, and the tequila swigged by rednecks ripping their shirts off at a dive bar is the speed at which the beverages are consumed.

The thing about being a Scotch drinker is, you’re only ever one particularly bad day and a few extra drams carelessly tipped down the hatch away from getting well and truly shitfaced.

This would never happen to A.D.A. Barba. He had complete control of himself at all times. In the courtroom. In his manner of dress. In his speech. He won cases other prosecutors wouldn’t dare to take on, because he was meticulous. He was relentless. And he never let his guard down.

But on this particular day, nothing was going according to plan. All week, in fact, a case he was certain of had been falling apart piece by piece, slipping through his fingers, until today, a man who made Barba’s stomach sicken walked out of the courtroom a free man.

It was his fault. He got cocky. The victims subjected themselves to retraumatization just to testify on the hope of getting some kind of justice, and it was all for nothing. He let them down. He let the SVU team down. The look on Benson’s face when the foreman delivered the not guilty verdict made Barba want to crawl inside himself.

So he did what he always did on bad days, and went to his favorite bar alone to sit quietly and numb his sorrows over a glass of Macallan.

Except it wasn’t fucking quiet. This was supposed to be a subdued, sophisticated establishment that didn’t draw a big crowd. This was his bar! But for some godawful reason, the new manager had decided—unbeknownst to Barba—to try hosting karaoke night.

Karaoke!

He scowled at the colored stage lights. Glowered at the rambunctious crowds of young people. Seethed at the bad 80’s music and off-key bellowing. He dropped heavily into his usual seat at the bar and exchanged withering looks with the bartender, who slid him his usual drink without needing to be asked. What the hell was happening to his life? Barba began to wonder whether he had anything under control at all, downing the dram in one shot.

As he gasped on the fiery liquid burning down his throat, he gained determination. They were not going to take his bar from him. Not a chance. If these tourists and college kids wanted to have their revelry, they would have to do it with a grumpy old killjoy glowering at them. He ordered another round.

***

An hour and a steep tab later, and Barba was gripping the microphone with sweaty fingers, belting out One Song Glory at the top of his lungs.

He rationalized it as “better bend than break,” but the truth was, he had dreamed of becoming an actor before going to law school to please his mother. His inner theater geek was always waiting to slip out whenever he let his guard down, but since that was never, it was side he rarely indulged. Tonight, his head was spinning, and it didn’t seem like a bad idea.

“One song to redeem this empty life. Time flies—and then no need to endure anymore!”

The wooden bar stool creaked as his weight sank back down on it, and he ordered another drink to question about his life choices. “Will I ever be remembered for anything besides my failures?” he asked the glass. He’d come this far from the poor barrio where he grew up, but every step was a fight. He couldn’t just be good, he had to be better than the privileged WASPs he was competing against. He had to be the best. Every little mistake, every lost trial, could be the end of all he had worked for.

Barba was so busy nursing his latest drink, he almost didn’t notice someone else drunkenly belting a track from RENT. Except, as his head swung up to listen, it wasn’t drunken belting at all. A woman with a low-cut blouse and tight jeans that hugged her curves was singing so seductively, staring right at him. She winked and sweetly begged him to take her out tonight.

No—he was imagining it. He was just drunk, lonely, and pathetic. She was working the crowd, making everyone feel like she was singing just to them. Maybe she was a Broadway performer to have that skill, or at least a master at flirtation. Either way, she was way out of his league. There was no chance she had singled him out.

***

So what if you didn’t know anybody, and it was dangerous to go alone? You were in Manhattan on a Friday night—you were going to go out and have a good time, dammit!

The promise of karaoke drew you into a small but packed bar, and you were a few drinks in when you heard a voice like an angel and a rock-star had a baby singing a song from your favorite musical ever. The voice belonged to a singer wearing old-man suspenders, a pink tie, and a light coating of stubble from not having shaved since morning. He was fashionable, you guessed. Dapper. But it was that expressive voice that mesmerized you. As he sang, your gut was wrenched with the emotional pain woven through each note.

You were smitten. You tried to go talk to him, but the moment the song was over he vanished into the tightly-packed crowd. It was silly. It was far too bold to approach a stranger in the big city, but the warm tipsy feeling in your gut gave you confidence to hatch a plan.

Step one: Locate him from the stage.

Step two: Impress him.

Step three: Bond over mutual love for RENT.

Step four, if you managed to get that far, was a bunch of squiggly question marks and “kiss his face?” hastily scrawled in pencil. It was a long shot, you knew that. You were way too shy, and he was far too handsome not to have a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, or a husband. Frankly, even if he were single, he was way out of your league. But still, the nebulous step four could simply be “Have a fun night with your new karaoke buddy,” and that possibility alone made you feel like glitter was exploding inside of you.

When it was your turn to sing, you found him from your elevated vantage—he was sitting far from the stage, at the end of the bar—and tried to catch his eye. You’d been using Out Tonight as your karaoke icebreaker for years, so you’d gotten good at playing up the sexiness, tossing your hair and biting your lip. Your clumsy ass had even picked up a few dance moves to spice it up, and you gave them your booty-shaking all when you saw him look up at you.

You were glad you’d worn the jeans that made your butt look fantastic, and your sexiest, strappiest sandals (which were actually Tevas with a two-inch wedge heel, purchased from an outdoor gear store). He was watching you with fascination as you pouted the lyric, “don’t forsake me,” at him.

It sent a shiver down your spine to think he might really be looking at you that way.

The moment you got off the stage, you were bombarded by guys offering to buy you a drink, asking for your number. It was discouraging that Sexy Suspenders was not among them. Apparently your sexy routine worked, but entirely missed its intended target. Then again, a man like that probably let women come to him.

Ducking and weaving past your suitors like they were physical obstacles and not people, you reached Suspenders. The bar stool next to him was open, held by a briefcase and folded suit jacket. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, and his hair was a little mussed. He appeared to be deep in conversation with his empty glass. You took a step forward to approach him, but an anxious constriction in your chest froze you in place.

Who do you think you are?! A gorgeous, sharp-dressed city guy will never even give you the time of day! Your mother’s nagging voice chimed in to warn you not to talk to strange men in bars when you’re out alone, in New York City, no less. You grimaced at your awesome double-dose of anxiety. He would either laugh in your face, or you were about to get murdered. Hooray!

But there was a loneliness in his demeanor that encouraged you he wouldn’t laugh, and up close, you noticed he was so short you could probably pick him up like a little baby chipmunk if things got out of hand. Ignoring how thick his forearms were, of course. But if he crushed you with those, you would die happy.

***

The next singer on stage had started screeching a rendition of Don’t Stop Believin’ with ten drunk buddies, and Barba was squeezing his eyes closed to try to drown them out, so he was caught completely unaware when a tap on his shoulder startled him.

“Is this seat taken?”

His vision blurred. He had to rub his eyes and look twice to be sure he was seeing who he thought he was seeing. “Mimi!” he blurted. “From the—nice, um—no. No one’s sitting here.”

He moved his belongings to the top of the bar, and you sat on the vacated stool, quite pleased with yourself. The bartender immediately handed you a pink icy cocktail with a slice of lime, and pointed his thumb to someone at the other end of the bar who paid for it. Barba followed his gesture to a very cute guy in his twenties and felt a twinge of double-edged jealousy that the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was most likely about to get up and leave him, and that the drink hadn’t been for him, because frankly, he couldn’t blame you. You did get up, but only to crane your neck to find your benefactor. When you did, you gave the world’s dorkiest thumbs up, while conspicuously putting your hand on Barba’s shoulder.

Barba’s lips spread into a smug bastard what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it smirk as he stared down his attractive rival. His head cocked to the side pleasantly. The other man’s flirtatious gaze fell into an annoyed tick. You sighed with relief as he moved away.

Turning back to Barba, you realized your hand was still on his shoulder and quickly removed it. You inhaled and said, “I heard you singing you were amazing do you want to do a duet together? Can we? I love RENT! I’ve always wanted to do Light My Candle—can we do it together?” in one breath.

Your flurried gush of words nearly knocked him off his stool—he put his hands up defensively and sat wide-eyed, nodding slowly as you went full babbling-nerd on him. You may not have been as suave as he initially thought, and oddly enough, he was okay with that. It was disarming, and your enthusiasm was infectious.

Because his instinct to distance himself from anyone he might risk forming a real emotional connection with wasn’t working at the moment, he grabbed you by the shoulders, locked his piercing eyes with yours, and emphatically answered, “Yes. We must!”

***

Having a karaoke partner is essential for Broadway musical numbers, as most of them are duets—two or more characters interacting with each other as the plot of the show advances. Light My Candle was one of your favorite songs, and snagging the mysterious suspendered singer meant you could finally perform it outside your shower.

It was a bouncy back-and-forth duet that was fun to sing, but you forgot how aggressively flirtatious it was until you had to ask him—you hadn’t even asked his name yet—if you had the best ass below 14th street, and about wax dripping between your… um, fingers. But the way he looked at you made seducing him so natural. You just had no idea if it was part of the performance, or if it was real.

When the song was over, you bounced on your toes, clinging to his arm for balance as you tripped on the stairs down from the stage, squealing, “That was so much fun!” He put his hand around your waist to steady you. It felt like it was made to be there.

His face was flushed red and his eyes sparkled with exhilaration, and he quickly agreed to another duet, though he muttered, wiping a light sheen of sweat from his brow, “Thank god no one from the precinct is here.”

Performing together with a partner always makes you feel a connection—even if it’s just drunken karaoke. When you sang one part of a harmony and he picked up the other part, your voices became two halves of a whole. And with musicals, it’s as much about acting as it is singing. He threw so much emotional intensity into the lyrics, which gave you something to respond to, throwing it back at him in fluid conversation as your voice soared above his and dove beneath it again.

You hadn’t had this much fun in a long time, and you had a feeling he hadn’t, either.

Not that you had any way of knowing, really. You guessed it by the ease in which he embodied Roger’s stubborn refusal to open his heart, by the mournful way he lifted his drinks to his lips like he was toasting at a funeral. His expensive leather briefcase and formal attire, too, suggested a well-paid but dreadfully boring line of work, like a financial manager.

Your guess was dead-on, in truth. Barba was vigilant against dating anyone he met professionally. Even if there had been a secretary or paralegal or two he’d had chemistry with, for the sake of his career, he could not afford to conduct himself in a manner that could raise even the hint of a scandal or ethical conflict in the workplace. And anyone he met outside of the workplace… well, he didn’t. His entire life revolved around his job.

The bartender had just brought a fresh round of drinks, and your head rested on your fist, elbow on the bar. Barba was staring deeply into your soul with those pretty green eyes, trying to figure out how he managed to get you and how he could keep you.

“We should do Another Day next,” you grinned.

“Who do you think you are, barging in on me and my guitar!” He sang in a gritty rock voice, poking at your chest accusingly while holding an air microphone with the other. You forgot to be surreptitious and blatantly checked for a wedding ring.

After Roger’s verse, you sang back Mimi’s part, seductively leaning in closer to him. “There’s only us. There’s only this...” As you leaned closer, his eyelids drooped, and his eyes darkened. “Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.” The smoky smooth molasses of Scotch was strong on his breath. He studied your face hazily, his eyes drawn down to the movement of your lips. There was no mistaking his attraction for a performance now. You sang softer and softer until your forehead was resting against his, your lips almost touching. Then you just breathed.

“No day but today,” he mulled the lyric and the impulsive circumstances that had led him to being with you in that moment. “I should follow that advice more often.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” you murmured. “Here I am in the city, having fun,” your voice slowed to a crawl as your eyes flicked up and down his face, “...with a perfect, handsome stranger...”

His tongue ran over his lower lip again as his eyes dropped to your mouth and clouded over with some sultry thought.

You’re not sure which one of you moved first, but in the next moment his lips were melting into yours, desperate and passionate. That tempting tongue of his ran along your lower lip now, sliding easily inside as your mouth parted to invite him within, swirling in heated wet circles around yours. It was heavy with the taste of Scotch and the faint bitterness of coffee, as if that were all he’d eaten that day. You curled your fingers into his hair and deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth, and his broad arms closed around your back and pulled you off your bar stool onto his lap.

His skin was burning hot, and waves of heat coursed up through your body like you were both on fire. Your pulse thundered in your ears until it drowned out the off-key music, and each pounding heartbeat sent a corresponding throb to your cunt. Your eyes closed. All that existed was the messy clashing of your teeth and tongues, the woody-sweet scent of his cologne filling your lungs, the heat of his strong hands on your back, and the bulge of his cock twitching beneath you.

When you finally had to come up for air, and hopped back onto your own bar stool, suddenly self-conscious of how pornographic that nearly was, all he had to say was, “I’ve never done that before.”

You blinked. “You’ve never… kissed someone?”

“Not someone I just met in a bar!” his eyebrows shot up and he sounded so utterly scandalized, your euphoric high from kissing him came crashing down. He saw you as some kind of cheap tramp for kissing him. Pretentious asshole. Suddenly you felt like shit.

You turned your attention to the second round of that fruity cocktail that random guy paid for. It turned out to be a pretty tasty drink, so you ordered another. Maybe you should have given that guy a chance.

“So, are you here by yourself?” Barba asked your profile, not bothering to hide the patronizing concern in his tone.

“Yeah,” you said without looking up.

“Jesus. I thought so. That’s really dangerous, you know.”

“Ugh,” you groaned and pivoted away from him further, leaving him confused. So first he implied you’re a slut, and now he was pulling the whole, the city is full of predators, but I’m a Nice Guy—let me walk you home routine. This is what you get for picking a guy based on how good he sings.

“I did not mean to imply that. I only meant that I’m usually more... careful.” Oh. You must have said all of that out loud. Oops. “But you’re right to be suspicious of my intentions. There are… all kinds”— he breathed the word out in a jaded huff—“of tactics predators will use. Manipulations, brute force, drugs, fake personas… And all they have to do is claim consent and half the time the jury believes it even if the physical evidence is horrifying.” He was getting visibly angry thinking about it, his drink dangerously close to spilling as he clenched his fist around it.

You stared at him. “Um.”

“Oh,” he cleared his throat, “I’m an A.D.A. for Manhattan. Prosecutor. I’m a lawyer,” he clarified when the acronym earned no look of recognition in your eyes. “Lately I’ve been working with the Special Victims Unit, so when I see someone drinking alone late at night, talking to complete strangers,” he gestured at himself. “You have no idea how many sexual assault cases start with this exact scenario.”

“Big-shot lawyer, huh? Sure, now pull the other one.”

“What?” His head cocked at you in utter bewilderment.

“Pull the other… leg. You’re pulling my leg?”

“I know what it means, I’ve just never heard it said by anyone under sixty. Are you secretly an old man?”

Your cheeks burned. “You’re an old man,” you retorted childishly.

His lips folded in on themselves as he tried to keep a straight face. “I don’t know. What can you tell me about the Model T?”

You took a grumpy swig of the fruity strawberry cocktail.

“What was World War II like?”

“So are you really a lawyer, or do you just use that line to pick up chicks?”

“I am, I am!” he laughed. “I can prove it. Let’s see...” he pulled out his phone, brought up a search result for his name, and scrolled through headlines. “DA’s Office Helps NYPD Persecute Immigrant Families,” “Justice at Last for Serial Rapist Victims,” and others rolled across the screen. He narrowed his eyes as his index finger hovered over each one. “Oh, sounds like I’m an idiot in this one,” his mouth twitched into a sardonic smirk, “and I’m a real asshole here… Oh, look, here’s one where I’m the big hero.” He held out his phone so you could see the photo of him in another flashy suit and bold tie, speaking to crowd of reporters in front of the courtroom steps. He looked so sexy in his full three piece suit, and much more severe, his face hard and intelligent. The caption below it praised his victory putting away a notorious rapist, and identified him A.D.A. Rafael Barba.

“Wow. That is you. Who knew I was doing karaoke with such an important guy?” You slung your arm around his shoulders, which were irresponsibly broad and solid. God, being with him felt so right. Casual touches were so comfortable even though you’d just met, and the way he responded, melting under you, sent a wave of heat through your lower back.

He kept flipping through headlines, his brow quirking a little at one, eyes narrowing at the next. Then he saw one that made him stop scrolling. He put the phone down on the bar and scrubbed his hand over his face and hair, blinking back tears suddenly forming. You caught the glowing screen before it automatically locked. The headline was from today. “Local Teacher Found Not Guilty—.”

His head dropped into his arms on the bar. “It was my fault. If I had done something different, been more prepared...” A sad groan emitted from the Barba puddle.

“I’m sure you did everything you could,” you soothed, and rubbed his back sympathetically. “So one guy got acquitted. It happens every day.”

“I know,” he growled. This fact was the opposite of comforting.

“You’re sure he was guilty?”

“He did it. To at least a dozen kids over the last two decades, but no one wanted to testify, or the statute of limitations was up, and then our key witness… There must have been something I could have done, something I didn’t think of. I let him get away with it.” His shoulders heaved as he sobbed into his arms. “I fucked up.”

You kept rubbing circles over his back, whispering soothing words to him. You leaned down and peppered his head with soft kisses. He shifted off the top of the bar and began crying into your chest, his arms wrapping around you like a baby lemur. You held him tight, suddenly understanding that this was the memory he came here to drown. This was why all night you had caught him looking wistful every time the conversation lulled. “I’m sorry,” you murmured. “It’s alright. Shh.”

His arms tightened around your waist, then relaxed, tension melting from his body. “This is nice,” he sighed into your shirt, enjoying being snugly pressed against you, surrounded by warmth. “Thank you… this is nice.” He never let anyone comfort him like this. Never let his need for comfort show under his stoic exterior. If his judgment were functioning properly, it would have struck him as a red flag how easily he sought comfort from a stranger that he wouldn’t have accepted from his closest friends, but it felt good to let it out.

Eventually, he remembered his dignity and sat up, drying his eyes on his sleeve and glancing regretfully at the wet splotch he’d made in your shirt.

“Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat. He picked up his latest glass of scotch, and swirled its half-empty amber contents before setting it down again. It was possible he had drunk enough.

“It’s OK. You had a bad day.”

His lips tightened at the corners in agreement. “Usually Liv is the only one who tries to cheer me up. So, thanks for…” He closed his eyes and tilted his head. “You’re very nice.”

Your chest fluttered. He was terribly cute, and far too vulnerable for you to be having these lascivious feelings about him.

#Rafael Barba #Rafael Barba x Reader #ada rafael barba #Raúl Esparza #svu fic #female reader #my writing #Headcanoning Barba as good at singing naturally #and is a fan of RENT change my mind #emotional hurt/comfort #sorry about the dubcon everyone but sober Rafa would never sing in public XD

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Not Much Left

SPN FanFic

~Maybe going after Dean by yourself wasn't such a great idea after all. But, in the end... you couldn't really care about the mission...~

Demon!Dean x Reader

1,628 Words

Warnings: NSFW! Dean's a Demon! Bondage, Extreme Overstimulation, I guess Kidnapping, technically... It's filthy and wonderful Enjoy

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The ropes were tight but you struggled anyway, desperate to loosen the knots just a bit, to give yourself someplace to go. Playful wiggling had given way to a fight, every muscle in your body set on trying to get away from the vibrator tied between your legs.

He’d left you there, strung out and strung up, while he went for more beer. That black-eyed bastard was starting to be more trouble than he was worth, but you couldn’t deny him. Not when he flashed those pearly whites and grinned in your direction. Not when he licked those sinfully perfect lips.

Dean Winchester, a fucking demon. You’d come out here on a hunch, following a trail of knocked over convenience stores and sulfur-smelling bodies that all lead right to him. You were going to bring him home or die trying, that’s what you’d told Sam in the note you’d left on the War Room table.

It seemed like months ago that you’d left the Bunker, weeks since you’d spotted Dean, belting some old 80s power ballad at karaoke in that shitty bar. He’d shocked the hell out of you: he looked fine. Alive and well, drunk as a skunk, and...happy. You hadn’t seen Dean happy like that in forever, and when he saw you from across the bar, his entire face lit up with devilish glee.

He’d plead his case, calmed your nerves with whiskey; conned you back to his motel room with gentle whispers that tickled your ear, and roaming fingers that promised pleasures to come.

It wasn’t until you were alone that he’d shown you the truth, spilled the beans about the Mark and what it had done to him. By the time he flashed those onyx eyes, it had been too late to run, too late to scream, reach for your gun, do anything but sink down further onto his thick cock. When he pressed his thumb to your clit, the world exploded into sparks of white behind your eyes. It was too late. You came for him like you always did, loud and wet, and Dean laughed at your body’s submission. You were no match for his charms and they were exaggerated now; something about those black eyes and his filterless tone made you weak.

“You’re gonna stay here for a while,” he said, moving from your wrists to your ankles, making sure your tethers were secure.

“Bu-Where is you goin’?” A drunken slur of words left your mouth and Dean laughed.

“Nowhere you need to follow.” He licked at your lips and you sank deeper into the mattress, your mind and body melting for him like ice in a glass.

“Stay,” you begged, reaching for him with your tongue.

He patted your cheek and picked up the magic wand, fitting it firmly against your clit before turning it on. The buzz woke you up, like a jolt of caffeine to the brain and lighting to your pussy. While you moaned and shook, Dean set to holding it in place with a few nylon ties; the silky black ropes wrapping easily around your thigh to keep everything together.

He watched you cum once, twice, then turned up the power and walked away.

He flipped the lights off before he left, smirking at you over his shoulder. “Enjoy.”

That had been hours ago, days even; it was hard to tell. It was hard to do anything but drool and cum. By your count, you’d already passed out more than twice and your pussy was aching and numb.

The sheets beneath you were soaked and your body was cold, shivering from arousal and the chill from the ceiling fan churning above you. Daylight had come and gone from the seems around the curtains and door, telling you a day had passed since Dean had left you. If he didn’t come back soon, there wouldn’t be much left to come back to.

The orgasms were a constant wave, never really subsiding enough to let you think, but calming to a dull throb before wrecking through you again. Every strike knocked more of your strength away, each pulsing douse of pleasure made it harder to remember how to even breathe.

He was breaking you, and he knew it.

It was dark when the door opened again. A faint strip of neon from the bar across the street trickled in as he stepped inside. It was hot pink, shinning behind him like an evil halo, giving form only to his silhouette as he clicked his teeth.

“Honey, I’m home.”

You moaned at the sound of his voice, unable to do much more than rock your head towards him. “Dee…”

The neon disappeared as he shut the door and threw the lock. “That’s right,” he replied, smug and smiling. “Your new master has arrived.” He laughed at himself and moved towards the bed; heavy boots crushing the cheap carpet.

“Mmm?” You tried to move to watch him walk around the bed, but the shift brought the vibe closer to your clit and a shock wave blew through you like lightning.

Dean placed a knee on the bed right by your hip as he looked you over. “How’re ya feelin’?” A warm hand covered your forehead and you pushed up against it, falling victim to the comfort.

“Lemme go,” you whined, eyes rolling as your legs shook.

Dean cocked his head and frowned. “You sure about that?”

“Y-yes, please. Can’t take m-much m-m-more.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” he said, smirk lifting his face. “You’ve still got some brains left.”

“What? N-no.” Tears filled your eyes as you begged. “Please...”

He sighed heavily and removed his knee from the bed, dropping both hands to the tie holding the wand. When the vibrator clicked off, your entire body sank, melting into pure relaxation for the first time in hours. It was as if you stepped off a plank, and the wavy sea began to lull you to sleep.

“Th-thank you.” The pain was gone, but a dull vibration remained in your flesh as if the memory was seared into your body. It felt good, numbing, and you closed your eyes, hoping to fall deep into unconsciousness.

“You’re welcome, Sweetheart.”

The curl of darkness in his voice made your eyes snap open. Dean was hovering over you, face a mask of unreadable intent, his right hand sliding between your soaked thighs.

“Let go... please.”

He shook his head and pushed a finger deep inside your cunt. “But I’m not done yet.”

You gasped as he pushed another digit inside, then a third, easily spreading you open after all the sloppy build-up. There was no hesitation; your flesh simply opened for him as if you’d been waiting forever for him.

“Nice and wet, ain’tcha? That’s what I like.” He pumped his hand deeper and your body began to shake, arms and legs pulling at the ropes. When he began to rub at your g-spot, your shoulders violently shot up off of the bed.

“Please!”

His free hand clamped down over your mouth and Dean shoved you back down onto the mattress. “Shut up.”

You screamed into his palm, but no sound escaped. His skin was damn with your drool and the heat of your breath condensing between you. He held you tight, keeping you still while he cupped his hand and shoved it deep inside your pussy; a wet pop echoing in your head.

“Nice and open for me like a good slut.”

Your scream faded to a moan as his words sunk deep inside your head. When your thrashing calmed, Dean looked down with a smile, charcoal eyes almost glowing with pride.

“There’s my girl. Nice and docile.”

His wrist massaged your entrance and your eyes rolled to whites. There was no more fight inside you, no more hope of escape. It felt so good to fall, to surrender to his touch, and he watched intently as your body melted for him, giving in for good.

He was gone before you could register the loss, your head was full of swaying colors and Dean’s deep voice. You sighed when your right arm fell, nearly cried when the left dropped. He was untying you, setting you free, but there was not a single thought of moving in you.

Last to go was your right ankle, and instead of a soothing hand, Dean grabbed your leg and pulled you to him, forcing you to sit up. Your body slumped like a ragdoll at the foot of the bed.

“Look at you,” he laughed, lifting your arm only to let it go to drop onto your belly. “Not much left in there is there?” Dean patted your cheek and your eyes struggled to focus. “Hello? Anybody home?”

A line of spit fell from the corner of your mouth and Dean scooped it up with his thumb. “Lemme get that for ya,” he teased, shoving his wet finger between your lips. “Suck.”

Your mouth closed around his thumb, your tongue slid around and around the tip. You closed your eyes as you sucked, happy to have something in your mouth, to have something to do other than cry and cum.

“What a good little fucktoy you’re gonna turn out to be.” Dean pulled his thumb away and watched as your mouth dropped and you sat, eyes dead and staring, just waiting for him. “I think I’m gonna keep you for a while. See how things go.” He started on the buckle of his belt, slowly pulling leather from brass. “Would you like that, Sweetheart?”

A vacant smile took over your face and you nodded slowly, lost in a mindless trance of pleasure and Dean.

“Yeah,” he said with a smug smirk, “I figured you would.”

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rudysrings · 5 years ago

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Okay but if you’re still taking requests how bout one w Jeff wittek w the whole billboard thing w Todd and Natalie but instead it’s Jeff x y/n and David accidentally exposes their relationship and maybe have y/n be the drunk texted since Jeff doesn’t drink 👀 I hope that made sense lol.

A/N: I’m totally still taking requests :) This is one of the best ones I’ve seen yet… thanks for the awesome idea and hope you enjoy!

David had finally gotten his filming done for Monday’s vlog and was currently editing. As usual, it had involved several extreme events, some of which ended up with Jeff covered in crow feathers. Hence, Jeff was in the shower.

David noticed Jeff’s phone light up where he had tossed it on the couch. He noticed that the contact was not just Y/N, but it had a tongue and red heart emoji next to it. (As well as the squatting monkey looking creepily over to the side and a clown, but David figured that was a joke.) On some weird impulse, David tried out Nerf’s birthday and found that it worked as Jeff’s pass code. A wide, scheming grin spread across David’s face as he read what you had sent Jeff. In essence, you were asking him to pick you up, but the way you asked made it obvious that you were wasted.

Giggling, David took a screenshot and sent it to his own phone, deleting any evidence before Jeff came back. When Jeff picked up his phone, flopping down on the couch to scroll through it, David continued editing, looking for a reaction in his peripheral.

Jeff’s eyebrows furrowed, before he chuckled softly. He got up, grabbing his jacket and keys. He was halfway out the door, before he called out, as if it was an after thought, “Gotta go feed Nerf, David.”

Sure you do.

Jeff found you at the bar you often frequented on karaoke and trivia nights, today being the former. You were singing some god-awful rendition of a Katy Perry song, clearly drunk off your ass. Jeff smiled, walking over to the stage.

He gulped as he realized he could see up your miniskirt if he wanted to, not that he would. His eyes were hooded as he took in your halter top and the thin belt you wore over your hips. That fucking belt. You didn’t even need it. It rested on your bare skin, but you loved the way it made you feel all the same, not to mention the way it drove Jeff crazy. He wanted nothing more than to grab onto it, or even bite the sliver of skin it hid. Maybe you would let him another day.

Your eyes lit up with an elated smile as you saw your boyfriend of only a few weeks, pointing to him as you swayed your hips.

“ ‘Cause baby you’re a FIIIIIIIIIIIreewOOOOOork!”

Jeff was forced to watch, completely smitten, as you finished off the song with drunken splendor.

Once you were done, Jeff couldn’t help but notice the sleazy looks and overenthusiastic cheers and applause you were getting. It was karaoke night, for Chrissake, he thought.

Giggling, you let yourself fall into Jeff’s arms. He held you tightly, helping you down from the stage, struggling with his self-control as he took in the now familiar smell of your body wash and realized that your top was backless, his hand meeting the smooth skin of your back, making him shudder.

You sighed into his ear, furthering his lustful haze. “Hey, Jeffrey. You came…”

Jeff had his arm around your waist, and yours around him as he guided you to the exit. “ ‘Course I came, doll,” he whispered into your hair.

Once you got outside, he led you to his car. Jeff backed you up against the door. He looked at you for a moment, and it seemed to you that he was fighting an internal battle.

You eyed his lips, which were full and red from him biting them during your performance. “Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask…” Finally, you heard him curse under his breath and bring his hand up to the back of your head, the other to your waist, pulling your lower half against him. His mouth covered yours completely, his tongue slipping into to stroke yours. You gasped at the sudden entrance, grabbing at his hair and tugging, eliciting sinful noises from him.

You slid your hands down his neck, gripping his collar and trying to bring him closer. His lips trailed away from yours, down to your collarbone where he forcefully placed kisses.

In the mean time, you softly kissed his neck, trying not to leave any marks, but couldn’t help yourself from nipping at him, soothing the abused skin with your tongue immediately after.

A catcall from a passing stranger brought the two of you to your senses and you pulled apart. Jeff’s hands remained at your hips and he leaned his forehead on yours, catching his breath.

“Wheree’d that come srom Jeffrey?” You slurred.

Jeff shook his head at your state, chuckling. “I hope I haven’t overstepped. It’s this fucking belt, doll.” He fingered it, and you let out a bubbly laugh at the ticklish feeling.

You’re phone dinged with a message and you pulled it out, seeing that it was David. “He wants help editing.”

Jeff shook his head. “You’re in no state to drive to David’s right now.” He sighed. “And I can’t drive you, because I just left him saying I had to feed Nerf.” He slumped his head onto your shoulder. “Fuck, I wish we could just tell everyone.”

You played with the hair at his neck and said, “We will. Just not right now?”

Out of respect for you, he nodded against your skin. “Just ignore the text and say you were asleep if he asks tomorrow. I’m driving you home.”

Jeff wouldn’t meet your eyes. You pulled his chin up and despite your intoxicated state, managed to say convincingly, “Dontchyu ever doubt how I feel about you, Jeffrey. I don’t wanna hide you. I wanna celebrate us when iss right, ya feel me?”

Jeff smiled, bending slightly to nudge your nose with his. “Fuckin’ right I feel you. You’re fuckin’ adorable.”

***

David really took Erin’s idea of putting the texts up on a billboard seriously. Within a couple of days, he had it up in Hollywood and was inviting everyone to come see it. He invited you and Jeff at the same time, along with Todd, Ilya, Jason, Zane, and Carly.

You were confused as to why you were in the middle of a random street of Hollywood, but with David, you never knew what to expect. You shot a look at Jeff, who had his arm around Todd, as if to say What the fuck is going on.

Jeff simply shrugged, biting his lip as he looked you up and down, telling you subtly that he really liked what you were wearing. You had on a romper that had really low sleeves, so your lacy underwear was clearly visible. You checked him out too, your arm looped in Carly’s, fluttering your eyelashes dramatically and smiling, fanning yourself subtly as joke, to show him how much you liked his current outfit, a sleeveless shirt and joggers. When David asked you guys to turn around, you turned while smiling, but your jaw immediately dropped as you saw a giant billboard with your smiling face on it, beside it, a series of texts. As you began to recognize the messages, your heart dropped to your stomach.

“No,” You whispered.

Y/N: Jeeeefffreyyyy

karaoke nigh

i miss you

i hate that i can’t show you how much

akchually maybe i can… if you come pick me up, then maybe i can show you just how much i miss you l8r 2nite?

or not… if u don’t want that then that’s cool 2 :)

i dranked too muhc

“You muthafucka…” Jeff was smiling for the camera but it didn’t reach his eyes. He pulled you into him, tucking you into his chest.

You pushed him away, accusation in your eyes. “Why would you send him that, Jeff?” You asked low, so that the others wouldn’t hear.

Jeff flinched. You always called him Jeffrey. Though he hated it at first, it had grown on him. He shook his head. “What? No…I didn’t…” He looked over at David. “How tha fuck d’you get that, ay?”

David giggled. “You were in the shower when you got the texts, bro!”

The others had gone quiet.

Feeling humiliated beyond belief, you began walking away from everyone, pulling your car keys out.

A/N: I think I might make a part two to this… sorry it got really steamy. I didn’t mean for it to happen but it just did i guess. Let me know if anyone would read a second part?

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jbbarnesandnoble · 4 years ago

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Hungry Eyes: One-Shot

Pairing: Modern!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: a night out with your friends leads to you singing karaoke in front of an entire bar. you might be singing in front of them, but everyone knows who you're singing to.

Warning(s): fluff, drinking, bar setting, cringy dialogue (i did not hold back on this one yall) happy ending, my bad writing, and this was only edited once (by me, i can tell you in full confidence that my editing skills suck)

Word Count: 3,059

Prompt: Hungry Eyes by Erik Carmen

A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts since june i believe, and i have wanted to post it so badly! so naturally when i try to post it (after MONTHS of not postint) tumblr stops working and messes my whole plan up... im sorry my friends, but second times the charm (that's how the saying goes, right??)

(not my gif)

It is 9:38pm on a Saturday night, Dirty Dancing plays on your TV in the background while you get ahead on some work. It is your fifth time watching it this week, but you can’t not watch it, it is your favorite movie after-all. On the coffee table next to you, your phone vibrates. Picking it up, you greet your friend on the phone.

“What up babe, I hope you’re wearing somethin’ sexy ‘cause we’re going out tonight!” Natasha announces into her phone. You sigh, knowing there is no way for you to escape going out tonight, not after bailing on her the last four times.

Which is how you find yourself here, at O’Malley’s Bar and Karaoke. Sitting at a center table in the dimly lit bar while an intoxicated man belts out a Fleetwood Mac song. You choose a seat at the mostly empty table. Nat, who is talking with her younger sister, Yelena. Sits on your right and Sam -your other best friend- sits on your left.

“Y/n, haven’t seen you 'round here in awhile. How’s it hanging?” Yelena asks, shifting in her chair, she tries to hear over the sound of the man's bad and loud singing. If you can even call it singing.

“She's been avoiding us,” Nat says, pushing all your buttons perfectly. You do your best to ignore her antics. The wood chair scraps against the hardwood floor as you pull it out and sit between your two best friends. You answer Yelena’s question with a generic answer, ignoring her sister - and her comments - who doesn't seem to care.

“What’s up, kid. It’s been a while since you last came out with us. Nat finally blackmailed you to come with?” Sam jokes with you. You turn to face him, as he sips his water. Ice clinks around in his glass from the quick movement.

“Drinking water tonight?” You ask, more out of intrigue than anything else, though it is a good way to turn away from the current topic. Since you don’t feel like explaining your reason for not hanging out with your friend group much anymore.

It isn’t like you don’t want to go out with them, you do. But you aren’t all that fond of being around Bucky and his girlfriend Dot. You have had a huge crush on Bucky since college and have been best friends for even longer. You thought that over time that small childish crush would go away, but much to your dismay, it did not. In fact, it grew and it never stopped growing. So now, here you are, years later, in love with your best friend who you can’t have because he’s in love with someone else.

That explanation is a great way to kill everyone’s fun. Which is why you haven’t told anyone why you don’t want to hang out anymore. It’s too hard to see them together. You pushed past the pain for almost an entire year, but you aren’t sure that you can do it anymore.

“Somebody has to keep an eye on these kids,” Sam explains, acting as a true mature adult. “Also I drove,” he adds, quieter than the first part, he hides behind his drink.

“There it is.” You say, to which he responds by pretending to be hurt that you didn’t believe he would be the mature one by choice.

A waitress comes around moments later asking you what you would like to drink and eat. A smile on her face the entire time, one you recognize as a customer service smile. Completely fake, but real enough that the customers are none the wiser. You thank her, asking for only a glass of water.

“Forget whatever she asked for, she would like a beer.” Natasha interrupts the young waitress as she is about to leave the table.

“Natasha!” You shout at her, she shrugs in response taking a swig of her own beer.

“I agreed to come out with you, but I didn’t agree to drink.” You point out and it’s true. You don’t feel like drinking tonight and you have to drive yourself home so you really shouldn't be drinking.

“You agreed to drink when you said you would come out with us, plus Sam’s driving.” The redhead tries to argue as she leans back in her chair.

“Yeah, he’s driving you, unlike some people I drove myself.” She shrugs, becoming uninterested in the conversation. She goes back to talking to Yelena.

The same waitress from before comes back, water in one hand and a beer in the other. She sets them both down in front of you, a smile on her lips the entire time. Her long black hair sways back and forth as she moves around the table. She checks in on the rest of your friends who had just arrived.

“Y/n!” Clint and Tony yell in unison. While Steve greets you more calmly than the others as he claims a seat across from you. You offer a kind smile in return. Your eyes scan over the group that had sat down at your now full table and you notice two faces missing from your group.

“Are Bucky and Dot coming out tonight?” You ask no one in particular. Everyone shares glances and avoids looking in your eyes.

“It’s been so long since you’ve been out with us, we all forgot you didn’t know.” Tony said, eyebrows drawn together and a sympathetic smile on his lips.

“Know what?” you ask, letting your intrigue get the best of you. Sam is the first of your friends to speak up, seeing as he is one of your closest friends the duty fell to him.

“Buck hasn’t been out with us for a while, kid. Once you stopped hanging out with us we started to see less and less of him. Now he rarely hangs out with us.”

Your eyes scan around the table, no one is looking directly at you except for Sam and Nat. You shrug, not seeing the huge deal about the whole thing. It’s his choice not to come out, just like it is your own.

“He’s been distant with us.” Tony adds, hiding behind his drink

“His loss.” You state causally, though deep down you are a bit disappointed. It has been a while since you last saw him, it would be nice to know he is doing well.

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Two beers and most of the bar’s nachos later, you’re having a better time than you expected to. You forgot how much fun being around your friends is. You wish you hadn’t been such a child about the whole Bucky thing. You could have been having so much fun had you simply ignored your own feelings instead of dwelling on them.

A group of young girls is on the stage, singing along to some new pop song you have not heard before. They are not the best singers, but you can tell they don’t care. They are having fun and enjoying themselves that is all that matters. The song ends and the crowd, filled mostly with drunk people, clap and cheer as they exit the stage.

Someone’s hand pulls three times on the sleeve of your shirt. Grabbing your attention from the drunk guy who stumbled onto the stage. His friends cheer loudly as he gets ready to sing and someone from the crowd yells happy birthday. Across the bar, you find a table full of young guys and girls. Balloons and streamers decorate the booth. A banner hangs above it, written in bold blue marker reads, ‘Happy Birthday Tom'.

“Y/n, you know what you should do?” Yelena starts and you can tell the alcohol is starting to kick in the tiniest bit. Though she seems to be better at holding her liquor better than some of your other friends. “You should go up there.”

“No, no way. There is no way I’m going up there.” You argue, holding your hands up as if trying to physically stop her idea.

“Come on, it would be so much fun! Plus, if you do it Clint will pay you twenty bucks.” The blond bargains with you, both of your eyes look to where Clint is happily unaware of her idea. A smile spreads across your face.

“Fine, but I’m gonna need one more of these and you’re buying,” you say, waving your empty beer bottle back and forth.

You take your time finishing your beer, your nerves grow larger with each sip. Soon enough, Yelena caught onto what you were doing and yelled at you to drink faster. Well, you think that’s what she was doing. With her switching between Russian and English it was hard to tell what exactly she was trying to say. And Natasha’s so-called “help” did nothing, seeing as she was also speaking in Russian.

“You’re up next,” Sam announces which earns cheers from all your friends. Settling back in his chair, he pats your shoulder offering an encouraging smile. The next four minutes go faster than any other song before. The girl on stage announces your name and you reluctantly walk onto the stage. Your friends cheer you on, which helps ease your nerves. Also, the fact that most of the bar is drunk, the chances of anyone remembering this is not very high.

“Hey Sam, why didn’t you tell her they broke up?” Steve asks from across the table, which gains the rest of the group's attention. Except for Clint who never knows what’s going on. Which usually has to do with the fact that his hearing aids are off about half of the time.

“That’s his job, not mine. I’m not his babysitter.” Sam says curtly.

“He can tell her when he gets here,” Tony tells everyone in the most nonchalant way possible. All eyes are on him, confused by what he means. “I texted him, told him she finally stopped avoiding us," he pauses to correct himself, "Him, and came out for the night.”

“You drunk genius!” Clint shouts

“You’re drunk too, you idiot,” Yelena yells at him. He promptly turns his haring airds back off and mumbles something about being the soberest one there in response to her statement.

“Shut up all of you, she’s singing,” Nat yells at them.

An upbeat melody begins playing over the speakers. A small screen in front of you flashes the lyrics of the song you picked on it. Another second passes and it’s time for you to start singing. You start off quiet, not quite believing in yourself yet.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you,

I've got this feelin' that won't subside

I look at you and I fantasize

You’re mind and tonight.”

Your friends, after being quiet for a while, start cheering you on again. Their support gives you the confidence you need. From in the crowd, Sam yells, “That’s my best friend, y’all, stay jealous.” which causes you to laugh, you collect yourself and keep on singing.

“Now I’ve got you in my sights,

with these, hungry eyes

one look at you and I can’t disguise”

The song continues on and suddenly you feel like Jennifer Grey in Dirty Dancing. Feeling more confident you attempt to do some of the dance moves that you can remember from the movie. You aren’t the best dancer, but you don’t care all that much, you’re having a lot more fun than you thought you would. In fact, you’re almost happy Yelena encouraged you to go on stage.

“I want to hold you so hear me out,

I want to show you what love’s all about

darling tonight.”

The next set of lyrics pop on the screen, not that you need them, you know this song by heart. It’s then the front door swings open and your eyes find a set of steel-blue ones, your heart skips a beat or two, or maybe three. You stutter over the words once or twice before you collect yourself enough to sing the next words.

“I’ve got hungry eyes

I feel the magic between you and I

With these hungry eyes

Now I’ve got you in my sights.”

Lyrics that meant nothing before, now mean a little too much to you. All thanks to Bucky, who had to enter the bar while you were on stage. With your heart pounding a little harder thanks to him, you keep on singing and the crowd keeps cheering. You watch as he chooses to stand a few feet behind your group rather than join them.

“I need you to see

this love was meant to be.”

Your dancing has slowed to a slow sway back and forth, your eyes never leaving Buckys. The music is quieter than before and all you can see is him. You try your best to look away, but it’s too hard when he’s staring at you like that. With his soft and gentle smile and his hair that is so fluffy all you can think about is running your hands through it. At this point, you’re well aware that you are singing to him. What you don't notice is that your friends - and everyone else in the bar - are also well aware of what is happening, and who you are really singing to.

“I feel the magic between you and I.”

“Now I’ve got you in my sights

With my hungry eyes.”

Just like that, as quickly as the song began it ended. The bar fills with applause as you leave the stage. Making a b-line to your friends who are all standing when you reach them, ready to pull you into a hug.

“Dude, that was amazing. I was even considering giving you twenty bucks myself… But I won’t, I’ll let Clint do that.” Yelena says, patting you on the back and leaning her arm on your shoulder.

“I didn’t know you could sing like that.” Steve complements, in his usual awkward manner. You thank him as he pulls you into a small hug.

“Get out of the way losers,” Sam yells from the back of the group, which makes you laugh, “You got some pipes on you, kid. I’m a bit hurt that you never told me, your best friend, that you can sing. But I’ll forgive you this time. All it'll cost you is a pizza.” he says with a wink so you know he’s only kidding, not that he needed to do that. He is your best friend, after all, you know him better than Steve and Bucky do.

Sam pulls you into a huge hug when your eyes meet Bucky’s who is standing behind the group. You turn your eyes away when you go to hug Nat next, “You should probably talk to him.” she whispers into your ear before letting you go and yelling, “Next rounds on me!” Which is the perfect chance to escape. “Waters all around!” You hear her add while walking away, boos erupt from all of your friends and a smile pulls at your lips.

“Hey, wanna get some air?” Bucky asks when you’re close enough to hear him, you nod without hesitating.

It is a bit colder outside from when you first left your apartment, a cold, Autumn breeze blows through your thin blouse. You regret not grabbing your jacket before leaving the bar. In an attempt to gain some warmth, you wrap your arms around yourself.

“Dot and I broke up,” Bucky blurts out, the sudden confession causes you to stop in your tracks. He does too, choosing to stand next to you. “I feel like an idiot about the whole thing if I’m being honest. She said that she couldn’t date me while I am in love with someone else. It took me too long to realize who she meant, when I did, everything else began to make sense in my life again.”

“So, who is it?” you ask, somehow convincing yourself that it can’t be you.

"And I thought I was an idiot." he states, a smug, joking smile on his lips.

Before you have the chance to ask him what he means. His lips crashs into yours and his hand cup your face. The kiss is slow and sweet and everything you ever imagined it would be plus more. It’s the kind that sweeps you off of your feet and steals your breath, and leaves you feeling a little dizzy afterwards. It’s the kind of kiss at the end of a rom-com when the guy finally gets the girl.

“I feel it too,” he says through soft pants, his forehead resting against your own. You hum, silently asking him what he means. “The magic between you and I, I finally feel it. Although it’s about five years overdue.” His words, as cheesy as they might be, are perfect and romantic in every way possible. Your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer so that your noses are almost touching.

You’re about to say something when your stomach speaks first, doing it’s best to be as loud as possible. There is a moment of silence between you before you both start laughing. Bucky’s hands fall from your face and down to your shoulders to pull you into his chest. You stand there laughing with your face buried in his chest.

“Let’s go find you some food, yeah?” he asks you, fingers running through your hair. You nod into him, more than happy to find something to eat.

“You never answered my question from before.” You say and you begin to walk to find food, your arm looped around his waist, his around your shoulders. It takes him a moment to realize what you’re talking about when he does he says,

“This girl from work, I've been in love with her since I first saw her.” He teases with a playful smirk on his lips.

“You are really mean, you know that?” You complain, faking a pout. A laugh bubbles in his throat before he plants a kiss onto your head.

“Yeah, but you still like me.” he points out before stopping to shrug off his jean jacket, after he notes the goosebumps littering your skin.

“Can’t have you catchin’ a cold on our first date.” You smile up at him as you walk to the closest pizza shop that is down the street.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #modern!bucky #modern!bucky barnes #modern!au #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel fanfic #rae writes #hungry eyes fanfic

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backtothestart02 · 3 years ago

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My Love is a Traitor - 1/? | westallen/parkallen fanfiction

A/N: This idea just popped into my head after listening to Traitor off Olivia Rodrigo’s Sour album. Circa 1x13-1x15 (though this first chap is from 1x12). Some things are different though, which is why I’m labeling it AU. No Eddie for one. This’ll more or less follow the Barry/Linda/Iris love triangle but w/ Linda actually falling in love w/ Barry and feeling played the whole time when it’s obvs he wanted to be with Iris. There will be a hint of a happy ending at the end for Linda though. Anyway, enjoy.

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Synopsis: AU - The boy with the innocent eyes and beautiful voice wasn't supposed to break her heart, but he did.

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Chapter 1 -

The ambience of the club put a smile to her face as soon as she stepped in from the brisk, night air. The girls had ditched her for the evening, so she was all by her lonesome. She didn’t mind. This club was always a good time. The liquor didn’t disappoint, and the on-stage acts were always amusing, whether they were acted out well or not. She wouldn’t regret being here all by her lonesome tonight.

Her ears, however, screamed a thousand profanities as soon as the notes from a middle-aged man reached them. Linda glanced on stage and saw the sign for karaoke night. It had already started, and the current participant was belting his lungs out as if he had the talent to.

Newsflash: He didn’t.

She turned away from the sight and ordered a quick drink at the bar before finding a spot at an empty table.

More participants came and went, each worse than the last. She was debating leaving before she got herself too drunk to drive when an incredibly drunk woman climbed up on stage and called out for who had to be her boyfriend to join her in singing karaoke.

“Now’s the time to leave, Linda,” she muttered to herself.

But just as she was about to, the woman on stage started chanting said boyfriend’s name and got the whole room involved.

“Barry! Barry! Barry!”

Linda found herself joining in and once Mr. Barry Allen was up onstage she couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was cute. There was no denying that. Not her usual type but cute nonetheless. And, as she would find out seconds after his drunk girlfriend started to sing, an excellent singer.

She cheered them on – though she was mostly cheering him on – until the song was over. Then, biding her time till she saw him alone at the bar, she decided to make her move.

She wasn’t one to let good opportunities pass her by if this was in deed a good opportunity.

“Could I close up my tab, please?” she heard him ask, and as expected, the bartender didn’t so much as acknowledge his existence.

She decided to intervene.

“Hey, Stevie.” Immediately both men had their eyes glued to her. “Can my friend here tap out?”

Stevie smiled.

“Sure thing, Linda.”

Barry turned to her, looking mystified and amazed. That was a good sign.

“Thank you, Linda.”

“You’re welcome…Barry.”

The confusion that colored his face and seeped into his voice had to be the cutest she’d ever seen.

“How do you know my name?”

“Barry…Barry…Barry,” she repeated the chants underneath her breath.

He started to blush.

“Yeah…” He couldn’t meet her eyes. “Uh…sorry about us up there.”

“Are you kidding? No, that was some of the best singing I’ve heard come from that stage. You definitely made my ears happy. Don’t worry.”

“Thanks,” he gushed.

Could he get any cuter?

She decided to take the plunge.

“So, uh…was that your girlfriend up there?”

“Oh. Uh, no, no. She’s a friend.”

“Okay.”

He smiled as he said it, but she decided she believed him. Enough to take the next step at least.

“Hey, have you heard of this new phone app? It’s so cool. Check it out. You just touch someone’s phone with your phone, and it automatically downloads your contact info.”

“Wow, that is cool.”

Following her own description, she tapped his phone with her own.

“See. You have my number. What you do with it now is up to you.”

To keep from blushing herself at how in awe he appeared to be, she backed away and just in time too. His friend had returned and looked worse for wear and in need of his attention. Linda would find out soon enough if they were truly just friends. He’d call her if they weren’t – assuming he was interested of course.

And why wouldn’t he be?

She was Linda freaking Park. Sports writer at CCPN and all-around sexy badass. She smirked to herself and exited the club, suddenly feeling a whole lot more full of life than she had before entering the club that evening.

She was halfway to her car when her phone started to vibrate in her hand. Her heart leapt into her throat and her legs started to feel weak at the possibility that it was already Barry calling her.

She was disappointed, but only slightly so when she realized it wasn’t Barry but her twin sister calling her number.

“Alissa?”

“Hello to you too.”

“I haven’t heard from you in two years. It’s a surprise. So sue me.”

She could practically feel her sister rolling her eyes over the phone.

“I’m in town! Can I crash with you?”

“Uh…I don’t exactly have a guest room…”

“It’s okay. I can take the couch.”

“It’s a loveseat.” She winced. She really needed to start pushing for that promotion at work.

“I’ll make do?”

She must be desperate.

“Where are you?”

“At your door. You’re not inside?”

Linda held back a snort.

“I’ll be there in five.”

She hung up the phone and slid into her car, turning the engine on and driving down the street towards her apartment.

Busy night for her. A boy who gave her butterflies and the prodigal sister’s return.

She felt good about it overall. If Liss let her get a word in, she’d tell her all about the burst of emotion that had been a welcome change to her mundane life.

But until then…

She sank into her car seat, opened the car windows to let her curls fly free and let the sound of night surround her as the full moon guided her way.

Regardless of what happened in the morning, she would never forget Barry Allen and his sweet smile, gorgeous voice, and wide, innocent eyes. He had the boyish charm she’d always hoped to find in someone she was interested in, and if he was interested too, there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do to have him.

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Stuck in the Middle, Part One: Friends & Talks (6.8k)

Hello! I am so sorry for the delay. College is sneaking up on me in the worst ways and we all know I’m not very good at scheduled writing. The good news is that the first part is officially here! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

June 2021

A loud, crowded bar would never be your first choice of location on a Saturday night. Frankly, you’d rather be at home with your group of friends making dinner and putting on a film. Unfortunately, they had wanted to go out for the night and you were a bit of a pushover when it came to promises of vodka and other various cocktails. Eventually you were lured out the door and tugged into a cab on the heels of your friends.

It’s exactly how you end up sweating and sighing at The Hog and Hound, tapping your foot to the bass shaking the bar and waiting for the kind bartender to make your vodka tonic. You cast a worried – albeit amused – glance over to the karaoke stage. Your two closest friends Jack and Whinnie are screaming into the mics on the flimsy stage to Shania Twain, the crowd that’s gathered in front of them shaking with laughter and whooping occasionally. You wince when Whinnie kicks off her tall heels while continuing to shout lyrics into the microphone. As you sigh quietly, Whinnie catches your eye and blows you a flourished kiss before slinging an arm around Jack and causing them both to stumble slightly. Laughter bubbles out of you and you blow a kiss back to her as they straighten up and continue singing.

A tap on your shoulder has you turning around just as the bartender sets down your drink on the bar in front of you. You grin, wrapping your hand around the glass and pinching the lime wedge before dropping it in the glass.

“Thank you,” you say loudly over the music. He smiles. He’s handsome, probably mid-forties with bright blue eyes and greying hair. A gold ring glints on his ring finger and his eyes crinkle with his grin.

“Your friend,” he gestures, voice thick with an accent you can’t place – your best guess would be Eastern European, “she’s a bit of a party animal.” You laugh, bobbing your head side to side in agreement and taking a heavy swallow of the drink. The cool, perfect balance of it has you humming happily before Whinnie shrieks a particularly high note into the microphone. The bartender erupts into laughter as you shake your head with a wince and down another gulp of your drink.

“I should probably–” you wave your hand vaguely in the direction of the stage, earning another laugh from the man in front of you, “thanks again. I’ll probably be seeing you shortly.”

“Good luck,” he grins, wiping down the ring of condensation your glass left behind as you begin making your way through the crowd. The end of the song is vibrating through the bar and you mumble apologies as you shoulder your way through the crowd. The song finally ends as you reach the makeshift platform. Whinnie and Jack cheer their thanks to the crowd before stumbling off the stage.

Whinnie embraces you with a cry of, “My love!” as her long arms wrap around you tightly. You laugh, a bit of your drink spilling onto the floor as she sways back and forth with you wildly. Jack follows her off stage with her shoes in one hand.

“Wonderful rendition, mate,” you rib him over Whinnie’s shoulder, “thought maybe it was Shania herself.” Jack rolls his eyes, dropping Whinny’s shoes on the floor and leaning to press a firm kiss to your cheek in greeting.

“Brat,” he mutters, grinning at you. You smile sweetly at him and steady Whinnie as she pulls away from you. Jack releases you and before you blink he disappears into the crowd, presumably headed to the bar.

“Put on your shoes, babe,” you snort as Whinnie sways. With a whine she’s slipping into the heels and once again standing six inches taller than before. With a bit of a wobble and a happy laugh, she’s squeezing your hand and beginning her walk away from you.

“Off to the bar!” She crows, beaming, waving off any sort of attempt you make to persuade her to drink some water, and soon she’s swallowed into the crowd as well. You sigh softly, lifting your glass to your lips. You’ll find her eventually – most likely with her arms draped over the toilet or in the lap of the leggy blonde that’s been eying her all night. These thoughts are interrupted when a large hand slides to the small of your back and makes you freeze.

“She’s a wild one, our Whinnie,” a low voice chuckles in your ear. With an affronted yet relieved scoff, you spin and face Harry whose palm slides away as his dimples come into focus.

You’d forgotten Harry was here tonight, to be honest. He hasn’t been in your circle of friends very long – really only since you’d started a neuropsychology seminar in January with Jack and Whinnoie. Harry had been in it too. It wasn’t a large course, he was friendly, and slowly his group blended with yours. He’s joined all of you on a few outings, usually meeting up with you at the bar and leaving with someone before you do. Never one to slut shame, you admire his drive even if it does tweak you with just the slightest bit of jealousy.

There’s something very disarming about Harry and it keeps you on edge whenever he’s around. He’s tall and lean with muscle from running with a group of guys in your seminar class. You really only know this because Jack is in the group as well and wakes up your flat much too frequently with squeaking sneakers and the slam of the front door early on Saturdays. Harry has tattoos up and down his arms and torso that you’ve never really gotten a good look at. Frankly, it doesn’t matter if they’re stupid or meaningful they suit him so well. His smile is crooked and charming and he has a horrible habit of flirting with you until your lungs feel like they’re going to pop. He’s never crossed any lines or made you uncomfortable, in fact it always seems like he’s taking the piss a bit because he fucks off with someone else before you can even manage a response or bounce back with a flirt of your own.

Not that you want to flirt with him.

“She likes to have fun,” you concede with a polite laugh, guard up when he smiles at you.

Harry’s patterned shirt is unbuttoned almost completely and the shirt tails are tucked crookedly into his trousers. His waist is looped with a worn, brown leather belt embroidered with a red and orange dragon. You can’t help the smile that quirks your lips as you take in his outfit of choice. He always has had eclectic taste.

He’s grinning at you crookedly, eyes clear and bright. It looks like he’s holding a glass of water with lemon, his gold rings and blue nail polish winking up at you. Something about nail polish on a man is unfairly attractive, especially when the rest of him looks like Harry. You swallow, meeting his gaze again.

“You look ravishing, love,” he murmurs, blinking lazily, “absolutely stunning.” You roll your eyes with a laugh and spin on your heel, beginning your quest to find Whinnie before she does something regrettable that she’ll whine about for the next three days. Harry scoffs, choking out a laugh and follows you, hot on your heels.

“What did I say?” He demands, laughter bubbling between his words.

You snort, shaking your head again and mumbling apologies as you bump into patrons and Harry bumps into them after you as he rushes to catch up.

“Can’t compliment you now? Bloody rubbish, that is.”

“Sod off, Styles,” you retort with minimal bite, scanning the crowd for your friends, “I’m not in the mood. I need to find Whinnie and Jack.”

Harry whistles in offense and you frown when you fail to find Whinnie at the bar. One of Harry’s broad shoulders brushes yours as he comes to stand beside you, also scanning.

“You really don’t like me very much,�� Harry observes thoughtfully, and you look at him with wide eyes and your mouth open in shock. His eyes meet yours, a shrug of his shoulders earning him a huff of disbelief.

“That’s not true,” you manage with your cheeks warming. It seems he’s caught on to your determined avoidance. “I like you fine.” Harry laughs, eyes meeting yours.

“Could’ve fooled me.” He says plainly. “You rush off every time I talk to you.” You set your jaw and turn to face him.

“That’s because you’re taking the piss every time you talk to me,” you say bluntly, “there’s not a lot of reason to stick around.”

“Not taking the piss,” he mutters with a snort, shaking his head. You simply hum, ignoring him and turning back to look over the crowd.

“Do you see Whin?” You ask him, standing on your tiptoes. Harry cranes his head around to look behind where the two of you stand. You continue to scan the room, eyes narrowing when you see someone who looks like your best friend before sighing quietly in defeat. Jack seems to have also disappeared and you fight the annoying anxiety that pipes up in the back of your head.

“Dunno,” Harry says finally, “maybe we should check the bathroom.” You agree, mentally preparing yourself for Whinnie to be puking and your role of holding back her hair. Harry pushes his way forward first, clearing a path for you as you follow him. Your eyes fall on the broad span of his back and his wide shoulders. The fabric of his shirt hugs the smooth planes of muscle nicely and something in your lower belly twinges. Clearing your throat and with a slight shake of your head you focus your attention back on the game plan to get a drunk Whinnie and maybe Jack into a cab and up the five flights of stairs at your flat.

“I’ll check in here,” Harry mutters, shouldering open the men’s room door before disappearing inside with a call of, “just in case.” You pop into the women’s room, scanning and calling out for Whinnie. No response.

Sighing, you trail back out into the hall. Harry is standing and waiting for you, leaned against the wall. His arms are crossed over his chest and the door bangs shut behind you.

“She’s not in there?” You ask him, eyes big.. Harry shakes his head, brow furrowed with concern. “Shit,” you mutter, pulling your phone out of your jeans. Admittedly, you’re a little surprised that Harry remains leaned against the wall of the small hallway, eyes on you. Normally he would be close to getting someone in a cab with him or already have disappeared into the night with them.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” he says quietly, plucking your drink from you as you fumble to unlock your phone, long fingers brushing yours, “you know Whinnie and Jack, they like adventures.” You laugh just slightly under your breath as you tap Whinnie’s contact, ignoring the satisfied smile that slides onto Harry’s face.

“I do,” you agree, putting the phone to your ear, meeting his gaze, “that’s what worries me.” Harry huffs a laugh and as the ringing begins in your ear your good friend Mika stumbles into the hall.

“Lo, babes,” he greets you both, grinning widely, white blonde hair sticking up wildly, “I’ve been looking for you for ages. Darling,” he addresses you as Whinnie’s voicemail begins, “Whinnie and Jack caught a cab home. Apparently she was feeling ill and didn’t want to cut your night short.”

“Seriously?” You ask with groan as Harry erupts with laughter. You drop the phone and slide it back into your pocket. “God they’re infuriating.” Mika coos his sympathy as you take your drink back from Harry.

“Sorry, pet,” Harry murmurs despite his shoulders shaking with laughter. You scowl at him and take a hefty swig of your drink. Mika squeezes your hand before he’s sliding past you and into the men’s room before patting Harry on the chest in greeting. The door shuts behind him as you begin pulling out your phone once more. “What are you doing?” Harry asks, brow furrowing as you unlock the device.

“Getting an Uber,” you sigh quietly, “I’m ready to go home.”

“By yourself?” You smirk at the disbelief in his voice.

“I’m a big girl, Styles,” you say, “I can handle a cab ride home alone.”

You bend down, setting your glass on the floor this time instead of letting him take it and he sips at his water, eyebrows drawn together. It’s when you’re turning on your location for the app that he speaks up again.

“Let me take you home.”

You glance up at him, eyebrows raised. He stares evenly at you, running a hand through his curls before his hand drops back to his side. He’s still holding his water.

“Seriously?” It slips out before you can help it and Harry’s head tilts to the side, lips curling up on one side and showcasing a dimple.

“Please. I don’t want you in an Uber by yourself. I brought the truck and I’ll have you back at the flat in ten minutes tops.”

You eye him suspiciously, sliding your phone back into your pocket.

“I have to settle my tab…” you trail off, crossing your arms over your chest. Harry’s smile is wide and smug. You roll your eyes, pushing off the wall before retrieving your drink. “You haven’t been drinking right?” Harry holds up his water in response and you bob your head in understanding.

“I’ll bring the truck around and meet you at the front,” he says before trailing down the hall and disappearing. You huff a breath of disbelief – if someone had told you six hours ago you were going to be ending the night in Harry’s car you would have told them to fuck off. Shaking off your surprise you follow him and make your way to the bar.

After paying your tab and bidding goodnight to the friendly bartender and your group of friends, you make your way to the front door of the bar and step into the humid air. Harry’s truck is pulled against the curb with it’s hazards blinking. You suck in a breath of preparation before making your way over and cranking open the door.

“Lo,” he greets, staring and scrolling through his phone as you climb into the passenger seat. Soft music begins to play through the speakers and you fasten your seatbelt as his phone lands with a clunk in the cupholder. “Fancy seeing you here.” His voice is cheeky and you snort, rolling your eyes and settling back in the seat. Harry’s still grinning as he checks the mirrors and pulls out onto the street.

There’s a pleasant silence for the first few minutes of the ride. You lean back in the leather of the seats, tapping your foot along to what you think is The Strokes. The song changes to something softer that you don’t recognize, and you clear your throat. Suddenly, you’re nervous, but you push through it to glance at him. One of his large hands is draped over the steering wheel, the gold H ring twisted crookedly and facing you. The other hand is laying relaxed on the gear shift and you swallow thickly when he flexes it absentmindedly before relaxing it once more.

“Thank you,” you speak over the music, dragging your eyes along the sharp angle of his jw and up to his eyes. He glances over at you, an unruly curl falling onto his forehead. “For taking me home. I appreciate it, really.” You stare straight ahead, refusing to look at him. He’s silent for a few seconds.

“You know,” you steal a glance at him once more and a dimple is shadowing his cheek, “I think that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“You ruined it,” you say easily, staring back at the road and crossing your arms over his chest as his laughter fills the truck, “asshole.” He laughs harder at that and you fight a twitch of your lips.

“Sorry,” he manages, still laughing, “you’re welcome. Truly, it’s no trouble. We’re friends.” You nod, arms still crossed. Sitting so closely to him is putting you on edge. If you really look at him you’re sure you can see the occasional freckle on his cheek or the tiny scar on his chin. His cologne fills the car, warm and a little bit feminine like vanilla. You clear your throat, succumbing to Harry’s soft hums and the rumble of the street under the tires.

The rest of the ride passes in silence apart from his playlist and before you know it, you’re pulling up to your apartment. Harry parks the car, reaching over and turning down the stereo just slightly.

“Thank you,” you meet his eyes this time and they crinkle at the corners, “seriously, Styles.”

“Sure,” he says easily, smiling widely at you, “like I said, anytime.” You snort, gripping the handle of the door and cranking it open.

“Get home safe, okay?” You ask as you jump down from the truck and check to make sure you have all your essentials.

“Always.”

With a final wave you slam the door shut and hurry up the walkway to your flat. When you're at the foot of the steps the engine of the truck revs. You hear the scratch of tires on asphalt as Harry backs out of the lot when you set your foot on the first step. It finally feels like you can breathe again with some distance between the two of you and you suck in a grateful gulp of air that’s not permeated by his cologne.

Three minutes later after a laborious journey up the stairs to your flat, you kick off your shoes in the entryway. Your phone buzzes in your hand and you glance down at it.

Got home safe. Thought you might worry. Good luck with Whin. Xx, Harry

You roll your eyes, stuffing your phone in your pocket. You forgot he lives so close to you. You admit, you’re relieved he got home safe, but that’s normal. You have a heart for godsake, the man drove you home and you see him regularly. It’s normal to worry.

Whinnie stumbling into the entryway breaks you from your thoughts. She squints at you suspiciously before breaking into a grin and laughing in apparent relief. She’s changed from her dress and into what you think are a pair of Mika’s bright orange sweatpants and a huge, neon green hoodie. The combination makes you shake your head, a fond smile pulling at your lips.

“Christ,” she giggles as you make your way to her, “I thought you were a robber!”

“Lovely,” you snort as she wraps you in a hug, “thanks for abandoning me, by the way. Great surprise.” Whinnie pulls back, a sincere look on her face.

“I really am sorry about that. No excuses. I felt really ill and didn’t want to ruin your night but… yeah. We’re arseholes.” You laugh softly, trailing into the kitchen with her following you.

“It’s okay, promise. I survived, you just had me worried.”

You pull open the fridge and retrieve spring rolls Jack made yesterday afternoon. Whinnie slides onto a stool and watches you sleepily as you dish them out onto two separate plates before sliding her one.

“You have to eat, Whin,” you say when she wrinkles her nose in distaste. After a moment of her glaring at the plate with a frown, she picks one up and bites into it. “Is Jackie Boy sleeping?” You ask. Whinnie bobs her head.

“He passed out when we got back.”

You finish the spring rolls in silence before Whinnie’s heaving a sigh and pushing her plate away.

“Did you take an Uber?” You shake your head, snatching up her plate and stacking it with yours in the sink.

“Harry took me home,” you say as Whinnie slides off her stool and follows after you as you flip off the lights in the flat. You roll your eyes as Whinnie gives you a look. “What?”

“Why?” She asks bluntly. “You hate Harry.”

“I do not!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up as she leans against the wall. “Why does everyone think that?”

“Because you do?” Her eyebrow arches. “You’ve told me multiple times that you can’t stand him.”

You guppy for a moment. Maybe a few times after too many and Harry vanishing with a person you find much prettier than you, you’ve drunkenly declared that you find him rude, infuriating and insufferable. Tequila can do bad things when it’s paired with jealousy and an audience.

“I’m going to bed,” you declare instead of responding, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Fine,” Whinnie consents as you disappear into your bedroom, “sleep tight!”

August 2021

You told Whinnie having a small get together to kick off the new school year at your flat wasn’t the best idea. For one, it’s tiny – the living room is cramped and the kitchen and bedrooms aren’t much better. The three of you are already on top of each other as it is, adding twenty more people to the mix has your anxiety levels rising.

Naturally, you were out voted and Whinnie and Jack both entered party mode with planning and preparations.

The flat is packed to the gills, loud chatter bouncing in from every direction. You’re not even sure how Whinnie knows this many people, in fact, you have a sneaking suspicion that a lot of them are simply friends of friends of friends. Currently you’re standing in a tightly smushed group of maybe six or seven friends, Jack’s arm draped around your shoulders. You suppose you’ve been quiet for awhile because he squeezes you gently.

“Alright?” You smile as Jack leans down to murmur in your ear. The group you’re standing with continues on with conversation and you swallow back the remnants of your drink.

“Fine,” you say breezily, smiling up at him. His eyes are warm, lips curving up as you answer him, “I’m gonna go get a refill. Save me a spot.” Jack nods as you slide away from him and sigh as you try and visualize the best route to get to the kitchen.

“Excuse me,” you sing softly under your breath, sliding past a cluster of people who erupt into laughter as you pass by, someone showing them an apparently hilarious video on the tiny screen of their phone. Your drink is empty and you weave between people and finally push through into the kitchen. There’s much less people in the small, tiled room, one in particular that makes your heart jump to your throat.

Harry has his back to you and it looks like he’s fixing a drink at the makeshift bar. He’s dressed down in a white shirt and light wash jeans that sit low on his hips. Broad shoulders shift and ripple as he finishes up whatever drink he’s been making. You take a deep breath and then you’re saddling up next to him. Harry turns as you set your glass down, and your heart swells when he beams and meets your eyes.

“Lo,” he greets cheerily, turning to face you fully, “it’s been ages.” You hum your agreement, reaching over him for the bottle of vodka that’s nearly half gone. Harry snatches it back from you and you squawk in disbelief. He grins smugly, turning back to the bar. It looks like he hasn’t shaved in a few days, stubble lining his cheeks and the top of his throat. The collar of his shirt is stretched wide and you can see the wings of the birds tattooed on his chest.

“Can you not be insufferable for five seconds?” You demand as he picks up your glass and deposits it in front of him. Familiar gold rings glint up at you and you blink quickly when long fingers twist off the cap of the vodka and toss it on the counter. His nails are baby pink now and you fight a weak whimper.

“S’not anyway to talk to your bartender, is it, darling?” Harry asks, earning a roll of your eyes so far back you swear you can see your brain.

“You truly are the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”

“I’m making you a vodka tonic,” Harry says with laughter in his voice, “maybe you could try not verbally abusing me while I do so.” He pours the vodka carefully into the glass and then retrieves the tonic water set to the side.

“Do you need a lime?” Your voice is softer now as you watch him measure carefully, lips moving around silent counts. He doesn’t look at you but hums his assent, setting the bottle down.

“A knife too, pet, if you would,” he murmurs. You bob your head once. The other people in your kitchen have cleared out, leaving the two of you alone. You open the fridge, rifling through the vegetable drawer before retrieving a nice, cold lime. The fridge shuts firmly as you yank open the drawer right next to it and pick up a knife. You set them next to your glass.

“Here,” you murmur, throat suddenly tight and you want to smack yourself. He’s making you a drink, not proposing, but it feels strangely intimate.

“Cheers.”

After cutting the lime in half and then slicing it up easily, he squeezes it before dropping it in the glass.Harry turns to you with your glass in hand. He has a victorious look on his face. You eye him suspiciously before taking the drink and taking a sip. A groan bubbles up in your throat – it really is perfect.

“So?”

“It’s fine,” you say breezily. Harry laughs, shaking his head. He crosses his arms over his chest, green eyes rolling before meeting yours again. His smile is crooked, head tilting to the side.

“And I’m the insufferable one?”

“Don’t be a twat,” you sing under your breath, taking another sip of your drink as he shakes his head. You pat him on the bicep, sliding past him. “Thanks for the drink. Enjoy the party.” You slide out of the kitchen, his eyes hot on the back of your head until you’re out of sight.

...

He finds you again a few hours later.

“Got a question for you.”

You’re back at the counter top, screwing caps back on bottles and setting them neatly to the side to clear the counter. You glance at Harry who’s leaned against the counter and invading your personal space a little more than usual. He’s frowning and you hum to indicate you’re listening before setting another bottle to the side.

He doesn’t say anything and you glance at him again. Curls are falling against his forehead in an unintelligible pattern and his eyes are gloomy and focused on yours. His demeanor is a sharp contrast to not even four hours ago when he was all quips and smirks.

You turn toward him fully, crossing your arms over your chest to put some space between the two of you. He’s a little more drunk than the last time you saw him, you can tell by the slight droop in his eyes and the way he loses a bit of balance standing perfectly still. You would find it funny, but he’s positively pouting at you.

“What’s that?” You ask, voice light.

“Why don’t you like me?”

You sigh sharply through your nose in disbelief, rocking back on your heels.

“I like you fine, Harry,” you say flatly, “don’t be ridiculous.” Harry’s scowl deepens and he mirrors your posture, arms crossing tightly over his broad chest.

“M’not bein’ ridiculous,” he says sharply, voice tight. You blink in surprise at the frustration in his voice. “I wanna know why you have a problem with me.” You’re a little stunned at the turn around in his behavior and annoyance pricks at your skin.

“I don’t!” You exclaim, heart jackhammering your chest. You throw up your hands in exasperation before they fall limply at your sides. “Where is that even coming from? I don’t have a problem with you.” You say, calmly this time. His eyes are sharp and focused intently on you. “I just..” you trail off and Harry’s jaw clenches.

“What?” He demands. “You just what?”

“I think you’re an annoying flirt,” you snap, his tone making you suddenly unreasonably angry. His eyes narrow at you and annoyance flares hot in your chest. “You flirt with anyone with a pulse and I think it’s bloody annoying. I think it’s annoying that you never stay past ten whenever we go out with friends because you’re too busy taking someone home.”

The words are falling out of your mouth before you can stop them. You stare at each other in disbelief for a few seconds. It appears you’ve struck a nerve from the way his jaw clenches and stays clenched. You swallow, suddenly feeling sick. His eyes scan yours before he releases a harsh breath through his nose.

“Alright,” he says shortly, but the way he says it makes it clear he’s anything but, “s’all I wanted to know.”

“Harry–” you try weakly but he shakes his head, straightening up, “I’m sorry.” You feel lightheaded and a bit like you’re going to cry. Sometimes you’ve snapped at each other over the course of your friendship but now it looks like you’ve struck him across the face with your words.

“S’fine,” he says quietly, shaking his head, “thanks for telling me.” You heave a panicked breath and before you know it he’s out of the kitchen. Regret nearly knocks you sidewise. Sure, you’ve always been a little jealous of the seemingly endless stream of people fawning over him, but it’s never bothered you to the point of actual dislike or anger. The hurt etched into his features before he exited your kitchen is haunting you and you finish tidying up with shaky hands before you trail out into the living room.

It’s only your closer group of friends now, scattered along your sofa and mix and matched chairs. Whinnie is sitting in Mika’s lap, arms around his neck as he laughs loudly at something Jack is rambling about. A few other friends are in their own conversations, and your eyes land on Harry almost unwillingly. He’s squished into the side of the sofa, listening to a story being told by another friend and his eyebrows are furrowed deeply, fingers folded together and resting on his knee.

You take a deep breath, making your way to sit on the floor at Mika’s feet, leaning against his legs. Whinnie’s hand lands on top of your head in greeting and you focus your eyes on Jack.

“I tried to tell him to piss off, but he wouldn’t leave us alone!” Jack exclaims, throwing his hands up. He turns his focus to you. “I’m telling Mika about that crazy guy at The Dragon’s Tail who kept hitting on you and Whinnie.” You snort a laugh and Jack resumes his animated tale. You glance at the couch and your heart flies to your throat. Green eyes are focused on you, Harry’s lips pressed in a thin line. You inhale sharply, holding his gaze before his jaw clenches and he looks away and back to his conversation.

The next hour flies by. People trail out of the house until it’s just Whinnie, Jack, Mika, Harry and yourself. Whinnie slides off Mika’s lap, they bid their goodnights and trail into her bedroom. Whin squeezes your shoulder gently on her way to bed and you smile softly in farewell.

“Well,” Jack huffs, groaning as he stands up, and stretches, “I’m knackered. I’ll see you later, H.” He chucks you under the chin as he walks by and claps Harry on the shoulder. Harry mumbles a goodbye and then you’re alone.

Once Jack disappears into his room, the silence is nearly crushing. Harry shifts minutely on the couch and you stare pointedly at the coffee table until he clears his throat and stands abruptly from the couch.

“Guess I’ll head out then,” he mutters, barely audible. You keep your stare focused on the table and Harry skirts around you, making for the front hall. You hear the clunk of his shoes and the jangle of keys and your throat feels tight.

You never want Harry to think you don’t like him. You’re a little terrified because frankly, it’s the opposite. Petty jealousy has somehow poisoned your relationship with him and he has no idea – he’s simply convinced you think he’s a womanizer and that’s that. You blink rapidly and suddenly you’re shooting up from the table.

The door shuts firmly behind him as you stumble into the hall. You moan quietly under your breath, yanking on running shoes and heading out after him. He’s on the landing already, turning the corner with his shoulders hunched against the cool evening breeze.

“Harry!” Your voice is a little croaky and you stumble down the steps as he freezes momentarily and turns to look at you. The hardness in his expression that makes you wither and you cross your arms over your stomach as you come to stand in front of him.

“S’chilly,” he says simply, eyes bright and analyzing, “should put on a jumper.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt, shaking your head, voice wobbling. Harry’s expression softens and the hunch of his shoulders relax slightly, “I’m so sorry for what I said. It wasn’t fair.” Harry’s silent for a few moments and you shudder as another breeze brushes by you.

“I sleep with a lot of people,” his voice is even, calm, but you wince internally, “I know that. I don’t care about it. I don’t think anyone should. But you seem to think you have me completely figured out when really you barely know me.”

“I know and I–”

“You refuse to get to know me.” Harry continues, undeterred. “I try and talk to you and you tell me to fuck off. I give you a ride home, I think you’re getting to something resembling tolerating me, and then we’re right back to square one before I even blink.” You pull your bottom lip into your mouth. Harry’s expression is unreadable. “So are you gonna tell me the real reason you almost bit my head off back there, now?”

You chew anxiously on your bottom lip.

“Why were you so upset?” You ask weakly. “When you came into the kitchen, it seemed like something set you off. I thought things were going well and then...” you trail off, shrugging.

“Whin brought up me giving you a ride,” he says flatly, “said it was a bit weird considering she thought you couldn’t stand me.” You twist your rings around your fingers, anxiety bubbling in your stomach. “She was makin’ a joke, but also she wasn’t.”

“I’m sorry.” You say, voice meek and with a shrug of your shoulders. “I don’t hate you. I don’t want you to think I have a problem with you or the fact that you…” you swallow. He’s peering at you carefully and he lets out a long breath from his nose before licking his lips.

“Gonna give me a reason?” He asks, voice a little softer. “Feel like I deserve to know why you’re trashin’ me to your best friend when you don’t mean it.”

Your cheeks feel hot and you press your hands to them in an attempt to cool off. There’s no point lying to him now, you think to yourself. Admitting you have a tiny crush on him won’t ruin anything, and if it does he’s not as nice as you think he is. It’s definitely a better alternative to lying to his face. You’re not sure what yu would even say.

“I was a little..” you meet his unwavering gaze shyly, heart leaping and jumping in your chest, “jealous.” Harry blinks in surprise, eyes widening a fraction. “I’m sorry if that’s weird for you to hear but… yeah.” You finish lamely and with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Jealous?” Harry parrots, lips parted in shock. “Of…” he snorts, eyes not leaving yours, “of who? The people I–” You cut him off with a sharp nod, looking down at your feet and shifting nervously.

“It’s stupid,” you mutter weakly, neck and cheeks feeling like they’re engulfed in flames, “really, really stupid and taking it out on you was even worse.” Harry stares at you, eyes big. “I’m really sorry.” You finish meekly.

The silence is a heavy and weighs on your shoulders. Your eyes fall to the floor, staring at your feet and swallowing back more apologies at the risk of sounding even more idiotic. Just as you’re about to give up and bid him goodnight, Harry takes a step toward you, closing a good amount of the distance between you.

You look up him, heart shooting to your throat.

“What are you doing?” You croak, nerves buzzing in your fingertips. Harry’s eyes are still wide, lips parted and he clears his throat. You tip your chin up to look at him squarely despite your heart hammering against your ribs.

“Dunno,” he mutters, throat bobbing, “I just–” he laughs but it sounds tight and anxious, “I really thought you fuckin’ hated me.” You shake your head and he takes another half of a step. Wind blows between the two of you and you shudder despite the heat still blooming in your cheeks.

“Sorry.” You whisper again. He shakes his head almost frantically and before you can blink both of his large hands are cupping your face and tipping you up to him even more. Green eyes peer at you closely and you can make out the different flecks of color as they bounce between your own. You choke out a breath, wrapping your hands around his wrists as his the cool tip of his nose bumps yours.

“Can I–” his voice is hushed and tight and you bob your head eagerly before he can finish the request, ears ringing as he sighs in apparent thanks, capturing your bottom lip between his own.

You’ve always figured he’s a good kisser. No one with bad technique would be able to woo people like he does but fuck he really is good. You whimper as he tilts your head gently, a soft sound ringing in your ears as he locks and unlocks his lips to yours repeatedly. Your hands pulse on his wrists before falling and gripping his shirt.

“Wasn’t taking the piss,” he manages between eager kisses, “really was flirting with you, promise.” You laugh but it dissolves into a moan when his tongue slides shyly against your bottom lip. You open up almost immediately and swallow the groan that erupts from him instantly.

It could be only seconds but it feels like ages before you have to pull away with a gasp. Harry moans his discontent against your jaw before ducking and sucking gently along your neck. Your eyes roll back and your head falls back on your shoulders with a breathless sound.

“Need to–” you pull your tender bottom lip between your teeth before releasing it, “need to breathe.” His laugh rumbles against your skin. His teeth graze your skin and you moan, hands sliding up his waist, shoulders and neck before carding through the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Do you want to come in?”

Your voice is high and pitchy, eyes closed in bliss. Harry’s mouth freezes on your neck and he rears back, pupils blown and lips swollen. You tip your head to look at him, frowning.

“What?” You ask, suddenly shy. Harry just blinks, cheeks flushed. “You don’t have to, it’s alright, I just–” his mouth collides with yours again, a shocked moan bubbling out of you.

“Sorry,” he pants, grinning against your mouth, “was rude of me.” His lips brush yours in a softer kiss and you fight a smile and fail.

“A bit.”

Harry laughs quietly and you tug at his hair.

“Do you want to come inside?” You ask against his lips. He kisses you again, just quickly.

“You have roommates,” he croaks, “and you’ll wake them if I come in, can promise you that.” You swallow, cheeks flushing and lower stomach flipping eagerly. “Can go back to mine, only if you want.” You hesitate only a moment before bobbing your head. Harry grins, grabbing your hand before stepping back from you.

“Sure?” Dimples are digging into his cheeks but his eyes are sincere.

“Yes.”

The wind blows past you again and Harry gives a gentle tug of your hand.

“S’go then.”

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pinballwitxh · 5 years ago

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kickstart my heart - (request) - spencer reid x oc

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IF YOU ARE NOT 18+ DO NOT CLICK ‘KEEP READING’

summary: a night out with the team reminds spencer and his wife of what life was before kids. one babysitter later, an extra evening at the hotel and the night is finally there’s for the taking.

also yeah I love kickstart my heart by motley crue and I heard it earlier and I was like oh yes INSPIRATION

AND my first drunk karaoke song I ever sung was Don’t Go Breaking My Heart with my cousin at a small bar in Dallas and part of that experience helped me to write this lolololol if y’all ever want the video hmu LMAO

warnings: well if the request asked and the summary didn’t give it away there shall be SMUT, so much ~smut~ ; )

a/n: thank you so much for requesting this, anon! hope you enjoy this and have kept your eye out.

The team had just wrapped up another case and it wasn’t quite dark out, yet. Morgan smirked at each of his teammates before suggesting they check out one of the local bars down the street from the hotel and stay an extra night. JJ groaned and leaned against the SUV, “It’s so late,”

“My internal clock is so off,” Spencer’s wife sighed.

“You parents, have some fun!” Morgan exclaimed, “The night is still young,”

Spencer laughed, “Not when you have kids,”

Prentiss whined at them as well, followed up by a teasing Rossi. When Hotch said he would join Derek, though, the entire team couldn’t say no. When they arrived back at the hotel they made a call to their regular babysitter and booked another night along with the team.

it took so much control not to just snuggle up under the covers and go the hell to sleep. Which is exactly what Spencer tried to do.

“Nuh-uh, if I gotta go then you gotta go,” she reprimanded as she leaned over his limp body.

He groaned, “Go without me, I’ll come down in twenty minutes.”

“That really means ‘I’m going to sleep and never waking up,’“ she scoffed, “Come on, Spence, when was the last time we actually went out?”

“If I remember correctly it was five months and six days ago-”

“Stop stalling, get up.” she said as she shoved him playfully. It took her about five minutes to refresh herself and he jumped at her commanding voice, “Get up!”

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Many drinks later his wife was slung over his shoulder and talking wildly about their first date. Their coworkers laughed at her many rabbit trails and funny quips, particularly towards Spencer’s awkward self. He blushed and took small drinks of his second cocktail, the beginning tingles of tipsiness finally making themselves known.

Rossi and Prentiss were currently up on the stage performing Don’t Go Breaking My Heart and having a wonderful, drunken time together. By the middle of the song everyone in the small bar was singing along with them and having just as much fun as the performers.

If only Garcia was here, then the bar would be ten times more rowdy and the drunk girl had to admit she missed her techie.

“Sing for us!”

Spencer and his wife turned to Morgan with quirked brows. Spencer immediately rejected but his wife, on the other hand, jumped at the idea. After much useless tugging and yanking on her husband she left him at the table and practically sprinted up to the stage.

“Oh, Jesus. . .” Spencer muttered to himself with a smile.

He hadn’t seen her this drunk since two New Year’s Eve’s ago.

The familiar guitar twang of a song very near to Spencer started up on the stereo. A blush spread across his face as each memory involving that song ran through his head rather fast.

It was playing the first time he saw her. The first time they kissed. At their wedding.

With her best effort she belted the beginnings of the song, unashamedly.

Soon the rest of the team was cheering her on with grins on their faces. The chorus unsurprisingly brought nearly the entire bar to singing with her. With a look in her eyes that Spencer hadn’t seen in a long time she approached him with swaying hips that made him nearly drool.

With an arm around his neck and the other holding the cheap microphone she dipped dangerously low in front of him. Morgan and Hotch roared with laughter at Reid’s wide eyes and deep red face. JJ was nearly crying from laughter and Prentiss merely nodded in admiration towards her drunk coworker.

Rossi sipped on his rum and coke, “Young people,” he rolled his eyes with a smile.

She ran a loose hand down the front of his chest before turning back around to belt the chorus. She had the entire team singing with her now, Morgan approached her to dance alongside her. Spencer smiled at the sight of his two friends attempting to dance and sing like they were actually on a stage.

The intense guitar solo slowed down along with her singing. With sultry eyes and a devilish grin, she approached her husband again. She raised one leg over his own in the chair, leaning down painstakingly close to his lips with her own. This, of course, was followed by many hoots and whistles from their friends.

For a minute there was no music or lyrics to be sung, only their eyes and their pounding hearts. That sweet and genuine smile he had grown to love over the years appeared on her features and she sealed the space between them.

Deeply she kissed him, pulling him closer by his tie. The whistles only grew longer now and he could faintly hear Morgan cheer, “That’s my Pretty Boy!”

Spencer’s hand grabbed at her hair, pulling her closer to him in a surge of confidence and deepening the kiss. Discreetly his tongue slid between her lips and he could have sworn he heard the faintest of moans from her. A tingle spread through his body straight to his core, definitely not from the drinking.

She nearly missed the last few lines of the song because she couldn’t pull away from him so soon. But when she did, the entire bar (which was about ten extra people) was in an uproar from the scene they had all witnessed.

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They were the last ones to occupy the bar, talking quietly amongst themselves about the case and their everyday lives. Their buzzes had died down after ordering a few appetizers (and many glasses of water.) It was one of the few times the team could get together as a team and enjoy each other’s presence.

Spencer’s arm was wrapped tightly around her waist as they walked down the dimly lit hall to their hotel room.

“Think the kids are okay?” she asked quietly as they approached their door.

Spencer slid the key in, “Babysitter called me an hour ago, they’re asleep and didn’t cause her any trouble.”

She smiled, “That’s good,”

It was quiet as they undressed and got ready for bed, the dark circles underneath their eyes starting to appear. It was well past their ‘bedtime’ of ten o’clock and both of them were ready to knock out for the night.

Spencer looked up from his book when she opened the bathroom door clad in just a towel. Her hair was wet from her shower and he could faintly smell her soap and shampoo. His eyes roamed over her wet body, licking his lips subconsciously.

“Cat got your tongue?”

He glanced up to see her smirking slightly at him, pulling the towel tighter over her body in a (useless) effort to hide herself. She winked at him and leaned down to retrieve her pajamas and toothbrush.

Spencer’s eyes did not leave her body as she gathered her things and headed back into the bathroom. Once the door closed he was painfully aware of the growing bulge in his boxers, now.

As quietly as he could he walked to the bathroom door and knocked on it.

“You can come in, Spence, why are you knocking?”

He opened the door slowly and leaned against the doorframe, taking in her clean state. She glanced at him with a cocked brow, “Need something?”

“Definitely,” he responded.

She turned to him, “Excited to see me? Or is-”

“I’m definitely excited to see you,” he responded huskily, entering the bathroom completely now.

He shut the door behind him and smiled at her, “Tonight, when you were singing, t-that was. . .um. . .”

She blushed, “I know, I felt it too.”

“It’s been so long since we’ve had a night just to ourselves,” he sighed, relieved she was feeling the same way, “I love the kids, but I miss all the time we used to have.”

“Well we have plenty of time tonight, don’t we?” she responded.

He smiled at her and took her into his arms. She wrapped them around his neck and stood on the tips of her toes to meet his lips halfway. He smiled within the kiss, tasting the faint remainder of toothpaste on her tongue. She squeaked when he wrapped his arms underneath her and hoisted her up onto his waist. She gratefully wrapped her legs around his middle and smiled down at him.

“We’re gonna slip on the tile floor if this continues in here,” she whispered in his ear, kissing beneath his lobe.

He nodded in agreement before releasing a sigh and carrying her out of the bathroom. She landed against the bed with a smile and uncontrollable, small giggles. Spencer loomed over her body with lustful eyes, drinking in the sight of his wife beneath him. Drops of water were still scattered over her shoulders and inner thighs and her hair was pressed against the sides of her hair, still damp.

“You’re so,” he paused, “Well, I couldn’t think of a better word than hot after the performance you gave tonight.”

“Had you thinking about that the rest of the night?” she teased, pulling him down by the collar of his night shirt.

He kissed her neck slowly, “That had me thinking of many things, tonight,”

She sighed as he peppered kisses up and down her neck, suckling on her collarbone just the tiniest bit. Hastily she pulled him away and attacked his lips in a much more needy way than she had tonight. Their tongues swirled around each other and explored the insides of each other’s mouths and teeth clattered against each other in the intense lip-lock.

His hands slowly pulled the towel off of her body that she had been keeping from him all night and he nearly growled at the sight of her. He leaned down to take one of her hard nipples into his mouth, tugging and nipping at it ever so slightly.

She shivered against the contact and arched her back at the feeling of his mouth around herself. Goosebumps spread all over her body and she wanted nothing more than to make love to him all night.

Slowly he kissed down her stomach, fingertips trailing over all the stretch marks from her pregnancies. It made her smile to think of the family she had with Spencer, and how she would never have wanted to start one with anyone else.

His lips hovered over her dripping core, placing sweet kisses all along her inner thighs. She giggled at the ticklish sensation and leaned back into the fluffy bedspread. Pure bliss took over her senses as Spencer finally dipped his head between her legs.

She gasped when his lips finally met her aching center, his hot breath creating quite a contrast to her exposed self. His tongue roamed between her folds and lapped up every drop of liquid as she squirmed beneath his strong hold on her hips. She couldn’t contain the very loud moan of his name as his tongue dove inside her, rubbing against her insides and creating a friction she craved.

“Fuck me, please, Spencer,” she moaned out, hardly able to hold herself back anymore.

He pulled away with glossy lips and a sweet smile, “I’ve been waiting all weekend for this,” he said as he stripped himself of his shirt and boxers. Her eyes widened at the sight and ushered him to come closer, running her hands up and down his chest with a kind of greed that made him even harder.

“Don’t keep yourself waiting, then.”

He kissed her long and hard as he lined himself up with her entrance. Slowly he pushed himself inside of her, groaning at the warmth that surrounded his length now. She let out a sharp gasp at the feeling of him filling her completely.

It had been quite some time since they had been intimate.

Spencer began to pump inside and out of her slowly, “Fuck, I needed this so bad,” he groaned.

She pulled him close and kissed him, “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too,” he said before beginning to pump himself once more.

As Spencer gained speed the friction between their bodies grew stronger and hotter. She could feel her juices leaking all over his cock, it made her feel so young again. Sex was rare with the kids around, now, only making the spontaneous fucking even more hot.

If that was possible.

He pulled away and stood at the edge of the bed, pulling her legs close to wrap around his middle as he began to pound into her. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from her bouncing body beneath him, her face twisted in pleasure and the sweetest moans coming from her perfect mouth. One of his hands went to her breast, squeezing it tightly as he rammed faster into her.

“I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, “Oh shit, Spence!”

He nodded, “Do it, cum for me, love.”

Just as her orgasm hit he placed both of her hands above her head, threading his long fingers between her own. She let out heavenly moans that made him twitch inside of her as she clenched around him, rocking her hips against his. He watched as she rode out her high, her moans becoming quieter chants of his name.

“Cum for me, Spencer.” she whispered, pulling his head down close to her.

He buried his face into the crook of her neck, picking up his pace once more. She wrapped her legs around his back, giving him a better angle that made both of them moan simultaneously. The closer he got to the edge, the harder he sucked on her neck.

His orgasm rocked his entire being as he spilled himself inside of her. She placed a hand on his cheek and brought him in for heated kiss as he bucked his hips against hers, riding out his high. Soon his bucks became quick and sharp twitches against her until he finally collapsed over her sweaty body.

They remained like that for a few moments, panting heavily in each other’s ears and shutting their eyes in exhaustion. He pulled away from her neck and pushed the strands of hair away from her eyes, smiling down at her. She gazed up at him with a smile of her own and pecked his lips, “We should have date night every week if it turns out like this,” she panted.

He laughed and kissed her forehead, “I think we could manage that,”

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The team were waiting patiently in the lobby for the couple to make their first appearance of the day. Emily had not-so-subtly hinted that they had been busy for at least part of the night before she finally fell asleep.

Morgan’s eyes gleamed with mischief as the couple finally arrived from the elevators. Spencer groaned at the sight of his friend giving him a thumbs up, whereas his wife was basking in the glory.

“Don’t encourage him,” Spencer grumbled.

She scoffed, “I just got laid by my incredibly attractive husband last night, there’s no way I can hide it.”

Spencer smiled at the comment and slung an arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “Well, when you put it that way. . .”

“Heard you two lovebirds had a ‘busy’ night?” Morgan clapped Reid on the shoulder with a grin.

“You didn’t hear them, I did!” Emily exclaimed as they gathered their luggage.

Spencer and his wife blushed to the tips of their ears but smiled at their friends nonetheless. Hotch held the door open for his teammates with a very small smile on his face, “Last night was fun, but we need to get home and get some much-needed rest.”

Everyone nodded in agreement and followed after each other to the SUVs parked outside. Before she slid into her seat, Spencer laid a forceful (but quiet) slap to her ass. She turned to find him wearing a smirk that was so rare, it made the feelings from last night begin to bubble up inside of her once again.

Rossi rolled his eyes, having seen the entire exchange in the side mirror of the SUV.

“Save it for home, agent.”

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academicallysimping · 4 years ago

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Shoto Todoroki: “flirty drunk”

fluff/imagine

TW: Alcohol/drinking

length: 2,560

Female reader

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All Characters mentioned are over 18

After graduating from UA you had heard that the school staff had made a college to further help the students work on their quirks.

Your grades were beyond good for going to UA university and so was your quirk, especially when it was as strong as it was. You even found out that both the Deku and Baku-squad were going to UAU, alongside you.

While unpacking all your things Mina, Momo, and Tysu came over and talked about the things you guys were most excited for during your future years at university.

You had never told them about your crush, simply because it never came up on conversation.

And, just like magic, your said crush had texted you asking if you wanted to eat out at both your favorite soba place. After agreeing, you rushed the girls out of your dorm and immediately started getting ready. You ended up changing your outfit into a simple T-shirt and jean with some basic sneakers.

After changing, you put some lip gloss on and fixed your mascara and fixing your hair. The text read that said crush was going to wait for in the common room.

There he stood. Todoroki Shoto, to you, he was the sweetest, funniest, low-key stupid, high-key dense, and of course hottest human you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

You knew it was him based on his iconic two toned hair along with his expensive outfit, which he of course bought with his father’s money. Dressed in a nice light blue short sleeved button up with one side tucked into his black jeans, wearing a Gucci belt, that he considers cheap, and nice, yet casual black dress shoes.

Todoroki was looking down at his phone, pushing his mixed hair off his forehead while a few strands didn’t fit in between his fingers letting them lay on his temples. When you finally make your presence noticeable by walk up to him and tapping his shoulder, looking up from his phone quite fast, nearly giving himself whiplash.

“Oh, hello y/n. I didn’t notice you had arrived.” He said as he greeted you.

“Hello Todoroki, I hope you don’t mind that I’m a little early.” You reply to his greeting.

“Well, then technically both of us are early.” He let out a small chuckle making you blush.

“Well, I guess we are,” you giggle, “do you wanna head out now or would you rather wait?” You asked hoping for the former.

“We can go now, if you like?” He says, holding out his arm for you to take.

You happily link your arm with his, “ I would love to!” Smiling and blushing up to him, due to your height difference.

You could’ve sworn you saw him blush back at you but decided that it was just your mind playing tricks on you. Walking to the elevator, arms linked, and both of you slightly smiling to yourselves, you started what was considered to you a date.

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Whenever Todoroki was in your presence he could never think straight. Although he seemed calm and collected he was actually overthinking everything he said and did. His heart pounding in his ears as he hears you laugh at something out on the street.

One of the reason you both liked the Soba place was because, at the front of the shop, there was a window with a counter and bar stools for the customers to sit at. Since the shop was surrounded by bars and karaoke places when it got late and all the drunks got kicked out of the bars and the people would go out and do stupid stuff.

While you guys ate, your favorite thing to do was to go really late at night, around 12:00 or 1:30am, and make fun of the people and things they did while drunk, since that was when everyone started to get kicked out.

Shoto couldn’t help but smile a small smile while looking at you in awe as you giggled and laughed. To him all he wanted to do was hear you laugh. When you started to come down from the cloud nine that you where on, you looked to him.

Not once did he take his eyes off of you. You had always thought that he paid no mind to you, but for him, you were the only thought.

He knew everything about you. From your different moods, to how you were with your friends, or your little ticks you would do when you where happy or anxious. He even knew your favorite foods, drinks, shows, movies, even music and the different bands you listened to. He even gave them a listen so whenever you would be listening to them and softly sing the lyrics he would softly hum the tune.

“What? Is something on my face? Is it my hair? Did i smear my makeup?” You asked rambling as to why Todoroki was staring at you.

All he did was chuckle and pat your head, not in a childish way but in a caring ‘don’t worry’ kind of way.

“No, its nothing I was just thinking.” He said calmly though he had a slight pink color resonating on his ears.

All he could think about was how beautiful you looked laughing and just being silly together. How lucky was he to be able to spend this time with you this late at night.

What he did not expect tonight was for you to be drinking. Your exact words actually were: “We are starting Uni next week we should celebrate!” To which he said that, because of how late you guys were going to be, he would just let you enjoy yourself.

When you would get tipsy Todoroki would always make sure you were safe, but drunk y/n was by far his favorite type of y/n. You were bubbly and giggly, a light shade of pink across your nose and cheeks. It was the most adorable thing to him. You would also talk what sound to him like nonsense but, nonetheless, still cute. It was especially cute when you would speak a little bit of different languages that you learned during your last year at UA.

After you finished off your fourth bottle of beer you both decided it was time to go back to the dorms and sleep.

Knowing you would wake up with a hangover, he got a bottle of water before you left the shop incase you wanted to sober up. Another way he knew to sober you up was by walking, so instead of walking the same route home as you came, he decided to walk the long way, obviously, making sure you stayed close to his side and making sure you didn’t walk off.

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As both y/n and Todoroki walked down the empty streets y/n at Todoroki’s left side because she didn’t expect it to get as cold as it did that night. As she snuggled into Todoroki’s upper arm, he gently let his fire quirk warm her while his right side held the water he had gotten for y/n, keeping it cold in his hand ready for whenever she wanted to drink some.

Y/n started to mumble words that were, mostly, incoherent to Todoroki. However, he did manage to catch a few words along the lines of "I love you” He tried to pay no mind to is but the longer you guys walked the more he started to think about what you said, although you were pretty drunk he knew that the word love, no matter what the situation was, came out easily.

“Hey y/n,” he nudged you, “what did you say?” He asked, ears burning red with anxiety for your answer.

“What do you mean silly? What did I say?” Y/n asked back shyly now full knowing that Todoroki heard her small mumbles of a mixture of her feelings for him and her appreciation for his quirk.

He stopped y/n and himself from walking any further. Turning to y/n, grabbing her upper arms to guide her to face him. He noticed how her cheeks were not as pink they were earlier but, instead, her face was now a deep shade of red. Was it from embarrassment? Was it from discomfort? Of course if y/n was uncomfortable she would’ve said something or the male would’ve noticed and stopped whatever he was doing in an effort to make her comfortable again.

He didn’t want y/n to be uncomfortable. In fact, he wanted to make her feel as comfortable as possible around him, he wanted to be there for her when she was sad and anxiety ridden just so he could make her feel better. He wanted to be the one she would call if she needed a ride home or to just chill with her in her dorm watch movies, maybe even cuddle a bit or maybe have her fall asleep with her in his arms for once. But he knew that to her he was just a friend, which is why he decided that in this moment he was just going to let his feelings flow.

He was going to tell her and get these feelings and thoughts off his chest. After all, he couldn’t handle another night of watching y/n smile with him, at him, but not for him.

“Um, y/n I need to get something off my chest, so can you please hear me out before you say anything?” He said pushing his hair away from his face and with such feeling behind his eyes. So much feeling that even y/n started to worry. So instead of saying anything she just nodded and waited for him to speak.

“I know this is sudden but...” the words struggle to leave Todoroki. Before he could continue y/n blurted out words she was never planning on letting out.

“I LIKE YOU!” She yelled almost scaring the man in front of her. She continues her words.

“And I don’t know if you like me back, and if you dont thats okay. I just don’t wanna lose you.” She said looking down at her shoes, “And if what you’re about to say that you want to stop being friends or stop hanging out then i would be sad.” She starts to tear up and continues to ramble until a firm hand is places on her mouth making her stop talking.

Before he says anything he smiles down at her with a real smile, something she has never seen on the man in front of her. “Don’t worry about that.” He said sincerely, “I was going to say the same thing but i guess you beat me to it.” He laughed a little while looking away. When he faced y/n once again, he noticed tears slipping past her lower lashes.

“Woah, hey hey hey, what’s wrong. I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He said a frown now replacing the smile he just had, making y/n cry harder.

“I thought you wanted to drop me,” she said sniffling and wiping her face free of tears, “I was so scared. I didn’t want you to drop me because this is the only time I spend with you. I mean we don’t have class together and when school starts you will be dragged to train with Midoriya and Bakugou and I’ll be busy studying and training as well and I just didn’t want to stop hanging out with you. And on top of it this is the first time i actually see you smile and I just ruined it.” She cried a little more ending her short rant.

“Well listen baby, you never have to worry about me leaving anytime.” Wiping away some tears that fell, “I don’t plan on going anytime soon, unless you want me to,” he said hand cradling her cheek, y/n happily leaned into his warm touch, “ and even if you are a bit tipsy right now I want you to know that.” He now noticed how y/n leaned forward to lay her head on his chest.

“You promise?” She asked, almost sounding like a child.

“Yes, I promise baby.” He replied holding out his pinky for what he knew she was going to do next.

“Do you pinky promise?” She said hold her pinky out to him feeling him wrap his pinky with hers.

“I pinky promise baby.” He said placing a kiss on their intertwined pinkies and her crown head letting his lips linger. She then looks up from his chest when he pulls away. He cups her chin making her look fully up at him, his heterochromatic eyes filled with adoration and something else that she can’t quite read well. As they both lean into each other their pinkies come undone y/n’s hands raising to wrap around Todoroki’s broad, but slender shoulders, his hands resting at her waist moving comforting circles with his thumb.

“Can I-“ he’s cut off as y/n gently forces Todoroki to stop talking. The kiss is slow, sensual but with every second passing the emotion that was hidden in Todoroki’s eyes became more apparent, it was want, not the kind that made a person lust but the kind of want that made someone drop everything for one special person. And for him that special person was y/n. They both pulled away breath fanning each others face as both their foreheads rest on each other.

“I’ve wanting to do that for a long time.” Todoroki said has he lifted his head to place kisses on her cheeks and forehead and tip of her nose. She scrunched up her nose in the way he always adored. “I’m sorry if i rushed things i just...” his sentence falls off. “You just wanted to wait and make it really count?” Almost as if she read his mind he pulled her closer and nodded his head.

A few moments of silence passed before one spoke. “So if I asked you to spend the night with me in my dorm so we can cuddle and fall asleep, what would you say, hypothetically of course.” y/n finished with a giggle but not a tipsy one a sober giggle. “Well if we are talking hypothetically then i would say we should hurry up back to the dorms so we get more cuddle time don’t you think?” He replied knowing she was being serious. She looked down at the man’s slender but big hands and intertwined it with hers. “I would say that we should start heading back now.” she said dragging him in the direction of UAU.

That night y/n and Todoroki both slept very peacefully and even in the morning stayed in and cuddled while watching morning cartoons, another little tradition they did if they ever pulled an all nighter.

“You know,” Todoroki started, “we should date.” he finished as y/n started to laugh slightly trying to stay serious for the mood. “Oh? Todoroki Shoto are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” She gasped to add to the fake surprised tone in her voice. He laughed and looked down at her in his arms loving the way she looked in them. She looked up and booped his nose to which he returned with a kiss much like the one they had the previous night but longer and this one made him seem more hungry for her.

-Rose🃏

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