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Almost Over You | Joe Burrow
summary: It happened suddenly, you and Joe had broken up and you never understood exactly how it happened. All you know is that his ex-girlfriend was brought up and an argument started leaving to you being heartbroken. Your friends swore to you that they would stop at nothing until you got over your ex-boyfriend, but what if that's harder than you think?
Pairing: Joe Burrow (Bengals/NFL) x Fem! Reader (Joe Burrow x You)
Requested: Yes | No
Warning(s): mentions of heartbreak and breaking up, mentions of Joe x Olivia, mentions of alcohol.
Little note from me: This is the first time I have ever written for Joe Burrow. I usually write for Tee Higgins and Josh Allen. I wanted to give Joe a try because he is starting to grow on me a little bit. I may end up making a part 2 to this if I feel like it. Also I started writing this in Y/N format and then I switched to "You" after like the second paragraph lol. *gif not mine*
Word Count (lyrics not included): 4.5k
*Not Edited*
I also hate how I ended this. I need to work on the ending of my stories but I will work on getting better. May be a part 2 later... I haven't decided yet!
I've stopped looking for your truck, every time I go somewhere I don't scroll through the past anymore 'cause I don't care I'm finally putting on the shirt I like, tight jeans, big hoops with my hair up high. The least you could've done was give me the bar tonight.
Y/N browsed her outfits that she had brought over to her friends house. Her and her girls were having a girls night and going to the bar to let loose and have fun. It happened to be her best friends idea, mainly because she had been struggling to get over a recent breakup. Y/BFF/N had insisted that he wasnât worth it and that she was going to get you over him one way or another.Â
âLet me do your hair, Y/N!â One of the girls in your group spoke up. She was the hairstylist and makeup guru of the group, so she was the designated hair and makeup artist for the friend groups and any events that they attended. âIâll fix your makeup too.âÂ
Y/N knew arguing would be pointless, so she sat down in the vanity chair and let her hair artist friend have at it. âI need help picking an outfit.â She spoke up looking towards her best friend while the other friend continued doing her hair. âIâm torn between the three on the bed.â She added pointing to the three outfits.Â
In less than 20 minutes, her hair was done and makeup was touched up. Her best friend had left her choice on the bed before finishing getting ready and making everyone a pregame shot before heading to the bar. She was finishing pulling up her jeans when her friends came in with two trays of shots.Â
âIâm not sure about this outfit.â Y/N spoke up. She usually wasnât one to feel insecure, but looking at herself dressed in a pair of tight skinny jeans and a blouse, both of them not belonging to her, made her self conscious. âWhy didnât you pick one of my outfits?â She asked her best friend turning around.Â
âGirl, you look hot!â She replied not answering your question at first. âYouâre freshly single, so weâre gonna act like it today.â She added picking up a shot and handing it to you.Â
You hesitantly grabbed the alcohol before glancing around the group of girls you loved so much. They were your best friends and you would do anything for them and they would do anything for you. âTo Y/N, for finally taking a large step in getting over the dick.âÂ
âCheers to that.â The other girls replied before downing the shot.
âDonât call him that.â You spoke up softly hating the way her comment made you feel. The night you two broke up was still a blur and was anything but easy for you. More than likely you had blacked it out due to heartbreak, but still it lingered in your mind.Â
âHoney, he had his hooks sunk deep in you. So deep that you literally wouldnât even walk into a shop, restaurant, or anything if you noticed a vehicle that looked like his.â Y/BFF/N reminded you as you threw back your shot in hopes of forgetting about Joe tonight. Your ultimate goal was to finally and fully move on, to get over Joe tonight.Â
After a couple more shots, the girls were heading to their favorite bar. Which just so happened to be the bar that Y/N and Joe always went to together.Â
Why'd you have to come back in right then right when I was just getting good and gone? 'Cause I was in the wrong place at the wrong time You must've heard I was moving on, Then right out of the blue a quarter past two, I'm all about you. When I was just about, just about over you.
The girls had gotten to the bar around 11:45 or midnight. It was officially 1:42 and Y/N was letting loose. She felt the best she had in forever and to her, it had nothing to do with the guy that she was practically grinding against. The alcohol in her system made her feel a bit more easy-going and less paranoid of running into âhe-who-should-not-be-namedâ at their bar.Â
The loud pounding music came to a halt and was replaced with a slower song causing you to turn around and face to mystery bar guy. You werenât one to just go and have hook-ups with anyone or randomly show pda to guys you didnât know. In a plan to get over someone⌠it felt almost right to do it that way.
âYou want to get out of here?â The mystery guy asked seductively trying to keep you enticed with him.Â
You gave him a look before your eyes caught a group of men walking in together. Your blood ran cold, face turning pale as you seen the familiar dirty blonde locks and perfect smile of your ex-boyfriend. You took a chance to catch your breath when you moved your eyes over and caught Jamarr and Tee already noticing you. You had been close with a few of Joeâs teammates seeing as you were together for a bit.Â
Jamarr gave you a quick nod of greeting before avoiding your gaze and Tee flashed you his smile before heading to an area with the boys. âI have to go.â You told the mystery man before leaving towards your group of girls. You were hoping that you could convince your girls to leave and do this another night. Maybe you could fake sick and go home by uber, you werenât sure what your whole plan was, but you knew something would have to go down to leave.Â
Once you reached your group of girls, who were either occupied with boys/girls or chatting with each other while drinking, you put on your best sick face. âHey, Iâm not feeling the best⌠I think itâs best if I uber home.âÂ
Your hairdresser best friend gave you a saddened look believing the story that was being told. âBullshit.â Y/BFF/N spoke up crossing her arms. âI noticed him walk in with his groupies.â She responded raising an eyebrow in your direction.Â
You shrugged not really caring if she noticed him, âIâm not in the mood to deal with this tonight.âÂ
âY/N, you are not leaving. I promised you that I would help you get over him and with that promise it means not letting you leave all because he came into this bar.â Your best friend stated. With her tone of voice, you knew it was pointless to even argue with her.Â
âIsnât it weird that he showed up after you were fixing to go home with some guy?â Another one of the girls in your group spoke up.Â
âI was not going home with that guy.â You objected crossing your arms over yourself feeling a bit uncomfortable. âThatâs not who I am.âÂ
âMaybe thatâs what you need for one night.â Another spoke up causing you to roll your eyes.Â
You shook your head in disbelief at your friends, âIâm getting another drink.â You mumbled before turning and making your way to the bar. Last call would be announced within the next fifteen minutes, and you were not waiting until then.Â
You could've stayed with the guys, acting like you didn't see me It would've hurt a little less if you'd bought some girl a drink but you had to walk up, messing me up I'm drunk, wondering why it's gotta be like this I thought I was moving on, but now I'm starting back over again.
After another drink and a shot, you had simply ordered a glass of red wine. You were already feeling the effects of the alcohol and you were worried that you would do something stupid if you ordered anything other than wine. Part of your friend group had gone home with whoever they had met here, no doubt going to have a fun night. Your best friend and one other girl were the only ones that were left of your group besides you.Â
âCan I get another round for our table back there?â His voice spoke up causing a chill to run down your back. You hadnât heard that voice since the night that it ended. Without paying him any attention, you picked up your glass and took a drink of the crimson liquid. It was easier to pretend that he wasnât there instead of trying to make everything weird. Joe seemed to have different plans, âHey, I didnât expect to see you here tonight.â He mumbled as he sat down on the seat next to you.Â
âI was hoping I wouldnât see you.â He would never admit it, but your reply felt like a knife. He knew that the whole breakup should had been dealt with sooner and talked about. If not to fix it, then to at least to make it less messy.Â
Joe chose to ignore your blunt reply as he waited on their final tray of drinks, âHow have you been?â he asked carefully knowing that it hadnât been easy for him. He would never admit that to you unless you asked him yourself.Â
âWhy are you doing this?â You asked. Finally, you turned to face him noticing the stubble that adorned his face compared to his usual clean-shaven self. There was no point in answering his question because you had not felt your best since your last night with him. âYou could have avoided me and let me heal.â You added taking another sip of win after.Â
Joe looked exhausted; anyone could tell. You had heard that they were currently not playing their best even if you refused to watch the games. You were his problem, not that he blamed you. He blew up for no reason, mainly due to stress and you felt as if it was a personal attack. âI didnât mean what I said that night.â He told you. Even if you wanted him to leave you alone, he just knew he had to tell you what he felt after that night. âWhen you brought up my past⌠it never compared to us. She never meant as much to me as you did, I get that I was with her longer, but it wasnât the same.âÂ
You shrugged trying your best to act like you didnât care. âI am not talking about this.â You shook your head before finishing off your glass of wine. âIf weâre being honest, I shouldnât have brought up Olivia, but thatâs all Iâm going to say.â You added before standing up from your seat. You needed to get back to your best friend before your body decided to fully give in to the handsome quarterback right next to you.Â
âY/N donât do this. Let me in and letâs talk about this.â Joe practically begged as he stood up quickly noticing that you were trying to make your escape. The look on your face was unreadable, why was Joe begging you to talk about it? What would it help and why was it such a big deal to him?Â
âJoe, you ended it. I donât owe you anything.â You whispered as you pushed back tears not wanting them to surface. You were beginning to feel defeated because your heart and your body yearned for the man in front of you.Â
âY/N⌠please.â He pleaded one last time in a whisper, in the same way that you had answered him. Before you could say anything, the bartender placed the tray of drinks down giving you the chance to get away from Joe before he could continue begging you and you gave in.Â
maybe you caught me on a bad night maybe tomorrow I'll be just fine maybe it's the red wine that put you back in my mind
Final call had happened at 2:30, but the bar was still alive with drunk couples, singles, and others. Your best friend had told you that she was going home with the guy that she had been with all night, only she was staying with you until you wanted to leave. Truth be told, she was probably just trying to ensure that you would stay away from Joe the rest of the night.Â
âIâm going to the restroom and then Iâll head home.â You promised your best friend before pulling her into a hug.Â
Once you two pulled away she gave you a small smile, âwant me to wait for you?â she offered.Â
You didnât miss the eye roll from the guy that she was going home with. You internally scoffed and rolled your eyes at the guy who wanted inside your best friends pants before returning the smile, âNo, Iâll be fine. Just be careful on your way home.âÂ
Your bestie nodded before giving you a knowing look, âThereâs plenty of people still here. I think you should reconsider what I told you earlier.â She added before locking arms with the guy beside her. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, âIf you change your mind you have to let me know.â She teased before blowing a kiss and turned to head out with the man that she had met tonight.Â
You turned around and grabbed your wristlet before making your way towards the bathroom. In all seriousness you were more than ready to go home, you had been since your conversation with Joe. However, it still made Joe stay in your mind. Flashbacks from the relationship played over and over again. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, Joe Burrow was a huge green flag when youâre in a relationship with him. He may act cocky or arrogant sometimes, but most of the time itâs to hide how he is truly feeling.Â
Even if he was a green flag, you still argued some but it wasnât often. The night you broke up was the only big fight that you had experienced in that relationship. Why did the relationship break after one fight? You just guessed that your relationship was not strong enough to last.Â
After you finished in the bathroom you exited (after washing your hands of course) and got on your phone so you could order an Uber for the ride home. You knew it was a bad idea for you girlâs to ride together, but no one disagreed and you werenât going to be the first one to object.Â
âReally? 25 minutes.â You huffed as you leaned against the hallway leading to the bathroom. You wanted to be away from the crowds and try to catch a ride back to your place. âWhy did I agree to do this tonight?â you mumbled placing your phone back in your pocket after seeing the wait time.Â
âAre you okay?â a familiar voice spoke up. You looked towards the dimly lit hallway and noticed the guy that you had been dancing with before Joe came in. You had been hoping that he had already went home because you didnât want to see him again either. âI heard you huffing.â He mentioned with a half smile forming on his face.Â
You nodded assuring him that you were fine, âYeah. Just waiting for my ride.â You lied knowing good and well that you didnât order that Uber that was going to take almost half an hour.Â
He nodded, âI could take you home if youâre getting inpatient.â He offered hoping that you would accept his invite.
Your body was overcome with a feeling of dread when you looked into his eyes. You werenât sure why, mainly because he had been a nice guy earlier. Thinking back, maybe you missed this feeling because of the alcohol and then the fact that you noticed your ex before you could process the guy in front of you.Â
You shook your head forcing a fake smile, âNo itâs fine. My ride will be here very soon and I donât want to leave them hanging.â You lied again in hopes that it was believable.Â
âCome on.â He urged walking closer and leaning against the wall next to you.Â
You opened your mouth to object before a voice beat you to it, âBabe, whatâs taking so long?â Joeâs voice rang out down the hallway as footsteps were heard getting closer to you. The mental relief you felt hearing his voice was unreal. No matter how much you didnât want to be around him, you always knew that you were safe with him.Â
âI was just talking to a friend.â You lied knowing that Joe could hear the hesitation in your voice and he definitely noticed your body language. Your body relaxed once you felt his familiar embrace around you.Â
âBabe?â The mystery guy from early asked glancing between the two. It was obvious that many people in Cincinatti knew who Joe was, the guy in front of you especially. âYou should be aware that your girlfriend lead me on earlier.â He told Joe causing you to tense.Â
Joeâs grip around you tightened, probably not liking the chance of you going home with you before he got there. âWell, Iâm sure whatever she was doing earlier was just for fun. No strings attached just innocent fun.â Joe muttered making sure to get his point across.Â
âWhatever.â The guy mumbled before eyeing you one more time before stepping around the two of you and leaving the hallway.Â
You let out a sigh of relief once he was officially out of hearing range, âThank you.â you mumbled pulling yourself out of his arms. It didnât take long for you to miss the feeling of him around you, it felt like home. It felt safe.Â
Joe shook his head, âDonât thank me.â He replied noticing how you were calming down now that you were alone. âWas that the guy you were with when I got here?âÂ
Even though Joe asked, you felt as if he already knew the answer. You just werenât sure if it was from his comment or if he actually caught you. âHow did you⌠Jamarr and Tee.â You sighed knowing that they told Joe about seeing you with him.Â
Joe shook his head, âI actually noticed you first.â He denied your allegations. âI made a comment about the guy you were with which is what made the guys notice you.â He shrugged acting like his comment meant nothing.Â
If you were honest, you felt giddy knowing that Joe was looking at you first before you even noticed him.Â
why'd you have to come back in right then right when I was just getting good and gone? guess I was in the wrong place at the wrong time you must've heard I was moving on then right out of the blue a quarter past two, I'm all about you when I was just about, just about over you. I was just about over you.
You knew that you were going to regret this. It was the biggest mistake and was what your best friend was trying to get you over. The only thing was that you could not argue with how right it felt to be sitting in the passenger seat of Joeâs vehicle. You had accepted a ride home instead of ordering an Uber late, and it didnât help that the mystery guy from the bar was lounging around almost like he was waiting to see if you were with Joe for real. After feeling uneasy noticing the guy looking at you while you went and visited with your old friends for a moment, Joe secretly proposed for you to stay with him for the night. Just to ensure that you were safe until daylight. Being unsure of the bar and going home alone, you agreed.Â
How did you get yourself in this situation though? You promised yourself that this would be the night that you got over Joe, however you felt as if all your progress was thrown out the window. You truly loved Joe and a part of you always would. He was the first person that you truly loved, which is why you knew apart of you would always belong to Joe. You were moving on the best you could, and you were sure that you could have gotten over him. Maybe there was a reason why it wasnât tonight? Maybe it was protection from someone or something, but all you knew was that sitting in his car made it real that you would in no way be over him.Â
âDo you need anything?â He asked more than likely referring to medicine or water due to the alcohol consumption tonight. You shook your head feeling more sober than ever. The house was so familiar, and a warm feeling came over you being back in his home. âIâll get you a change of clothes before we head to bed.â He mentioned shooting you a small smile before walking towards his room. The room you used to basically live in when you were together.
Without waiting for him to call you, you carefully made your way into his bedroom seeing him lay out the clothes on the bed. âCan I shower before we head to bed?â You asked softly hoping you wouldnât scare him.Â
Joe nodded, âYou donât have to ask.â He mumbled picking up the clothes he sat on the bed and handed them to you.Â
You silently thanked him before heading to his private bathroom and locking the door behind you. You knew where he kept his towels and everything so there was no need to make him get everything ready for you. You let the water run for a moment to get warm before stripping your clothes and getting into the shower. You sighed feeling the heat soothing your tense muscles due to the stress you were under tonight. You were trying to rack your brain over every event that happened tonight before noticing the array of products in Joeâs shower caddy.Â
Everything you used sat untouched in the corner. Your shampoo, conditioner, exfoliating scrub, shaving items, body wash, and skincare. Everything that you had left here was sitting there looking untouched due to how little you had used them. You had just restocked before you two broke up, meaning that you never wanted to face him to get those items back. You just went out and bought new ones because it was easier⌠emotionally.Â
Instead of crying due to your relationship being over, you pushed it out of your mind and finished showering. You knew how Joe was, and he wouldnât go to bed until you got out of the shower. Once doing your skincare and haircare, you got out and dried off and got dressed. You gave yourself a once over in the mirror, noticing that Joe gave you his favorite shirt of his and a pair of bengals shorts that he had gotten you. You remember him saying, âIf youâre going to be my girl, we might as well give you some gear.â You smiled at the memory before cleaning up the bathroom and heading out to Joeâs room.Â
Youâd be lying if you said that seeing him lying on his bed in only shorts was a turn off. He was definitely the best-looking guy you have ever seen in your life, there was no doubt about it. The sound of your footsteps caused Joe to lock his phone and turn his attention towards you.Â
âDo you need anything before I head to the guest room?â He asked softly getting out of his bed. He waited to see if you needed anything because he knew that you usually had to rack your brain over your nighttime routine.
âYou donât have to go to your guest bed. Iâm not taking your bed.â You refused even if you secretly wanted his bed. What could you say? It was so comfortable to the point to where you wanted it in your apartment. âI can sleep in the guest room.â You knew he would deny but it was worth a shot.Â
Joe refused, âYou know I never let you sleep in the guest room.â He reminded even though she knew. She had practically moved in with him so when they argued, Joe would start the nights in the guest bed and weasel his way back into his bed with you. Thatâs just how the two of them were in their relationship. Â
Instead of playing the back-and-forth game you sat down on the bed and gestured for him to join you. âCan I ask what the real reason is that you are doing this?â You asked softly as you felt the bed dip with his weight, only he was sitting in front of you. âYou donât owe me anything, Joe.â You assured so he didnât feel as though he owed a debt to you.
âI know.â He replied, âactually I do owe you an apology. Iâm sorry about that night, I was stressed about the game, and I took it out on you.â He apologized.Â
You gave him a small smile in return, âI think we both said some things that we regret that night.â You whispered worried that everything would come crashing down.Â
âI love you, Y/N.â Joe admitted softly his hand coming up to your neck. âIâll never stop no matter what happens.â He added in a whisper to not spook you too much.Â
You bet your lip trying to keep from tearing up at his words. For the last three months you had been wanting to hear those words come out of his mouth, yet it was surreal to actually hear them.Â
âI was trying so hard to get over you.â You whispered out, a crack in your voice that did not go unnoticed by Joe. âI still love you so much and it kills me every day.â You added full of emotion due to staring into the blue eyes that you loved so much.Â
Staring into Joeâs eyes, you felt the walls that you had built the last three months come falling down. You promised yourself that you would get over him and never fall back into his arms, yet you werenât going to stop. You knew that even if you two never got back together officially that you would always be safe and have a home around Joe. Your heart would always be his no matter what.Â
Instead of overthinking and thinking of the worse possible outcomes, you decided to finally do what your heart and body have been craving. In one quick motion, you had your hands on the back of his neck and pushed your lips on his. It didnât take him but a second to start kissing you back because it was clear that he had missed you all the same.Â
You sighed in content at the kiss, causing Joe to apply a bit of pressure to where his hand was resting on your neck. You could feel the want for him building up, wanting the two of you to make up for lost time. You were unsure of how far you would go but being in his arms, at least for one more night was something that you were okay with.Â
It was safe to say that you two did in fact make up for the lost time that was three months. You had texted your best friend telling her that you took her advice about going home with a âniceâ guy from the club and that he was full of âgreen flagsâ. She was beyond excited wanting to know the details, which you would give her without letting her know that it was indeed your ex.Â
Joe woke up the next morning thinking everything would go back to normal. You two had talked a bit, had makeup sex, and even cuddled to sleep. He woke up to an opposing reality, which made him question if you were ever really there. You had left early, not knowing what it meant for you two. Not wanting to have another intimate conversation, you ran saving it for another day.Â
Joeâs clothes laying on the end of the bed told him that it wasnât a dream. You were in fact with him last night and he wasnât just lost in a drunken dream. Joe knew after last night; he would not be letting you go as easy as he did before. No matter how upset and angry he was, he was going to find you and make you his again. He was sure of it.Â
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maybe getting mad at your boyfriends over something petty wasn't the best idea.
pairing; 95line x fem!reader
genre;Â smut (minors dni)
w/c;Â 2.1k
a/n - based on this request. this is not proofread at all so ignore if any grammatical errors đ it's my first full fic so I'll appreciate any and every feedback!
smut warnings under the cut!
warnings;Â mentions of a creep at a club, poly, established relationship, dom!95line x sub! reader, degradation, petnames (babe, love, princess, cockslut), unprotected sex (don't do this), oral (m. receiving), double penetration, anal, creampie, slight chocking, fluff at the end. lmk if I missed anything!
It's 8pm. You haven't checked your phone all day. you were supposed to be off work 2 hours ago but your boss decided today would be the perfect day to ask you to do their monthly statistics compilation.Â
As you make your way upstairs the tiredness of the long workday finally kicks in. you sigh when you reach the door, wanting nothing more than to be in the comfort of your own home and your three boyfriends.
Hard days like this were guaranteed with a high profile job but you knew no matter what happens youâd always come home to the loves of your life.
As you open the door, the smell of your apartment fills your heart with a fuzzy warmth. You walk in and close the door behind you and it slowly hits you.
It's quiet.
Now living with 3 other people, there was always some form of noise in the house. Whether it be Jeonghan's tv show marathons, Joshua's guitar or Seungcheol listening to music, there was always some sound to fill the empty feeling in your ear.
A look around you can see that no one was at home. At first you assume Seungcheol was finally able to convince Jeonghan and Joshua to join the gym with him. You open your phone to see if any of them texted you their whereabouts.
[5:27]
Seungcheol : babe when are you off work?
Seungcheol : we were thinking of going to a movieÂ
Seungcheol : i know you said you weren't interested in this genre but we really want to watch it
Seungcheol : text us when ur done?
[6:07]
Jeonghan : babeee the movie is at 6:30 youâre supposed to be off work by now where are youuuu
[6:24]
Joshua : hey weâre at the movie okay?
Joshua : we came without you because you said you last week that you werenât that interested in this
Joshua : weâll see you in 3 hours <3
Oh. They went to see a movie. Without you.
Theyâre not wrong, you did say war centric and movies more than 2 hours werenât your thing but, they couldâve waited right? It's not like it's only going to play at the theatre once. They couldâve easily waited for you and asked?
You're not the type of person to get mad about things like this. Usually you'd brush it off and move on but maybe it's the mixed frustration of work and your boss that you decide to make a phone call
âHey are you free clubbing tonight?â
So, this was a really bad idea. It's 9pm, you're at a shady club and your friend ditched you to go hook up with someone. When you initially called chan he was constantly reassuring you that heâll be with you all night because you need it.
His bad jokes and humour for a second did make you feel better but the minute you guys entered the club and he laid his eyes on this girl, it was game over.
You can't blame him, she was pretty as hell. If he wasn't rushing to get alone with her you wouldâve asked her where her eyeshadow was from. Now you're alone at the bar, staring at the drink in your hand. Your phone keeps lighting up with notifications but you don't respond.
[8:50]
Seungcheol : babe where are you?
Seungcheol : we left early because the movie was boring you were right
Seungcheol : please respond to us
Seungcheol : i know you're mad at us im sorry
[2 missed calls from Seungcheol]
[1 missed call from Jeonghan]
[3 missed calls from Joshua]
[1 missed call from Seungcheol]
You feel bad. You should respond, you should let them know youâre safe but for this once you feel like proving something to them. What exactly are you proving? Well, you haven't really figured that out yet.
You're staring at your phone when a voice interrupts your thoughts
âHey, what's someone like you doing here alone?â
You look at your side to see a tall man in all black. He has short bleached hair and a pretty face. You laugh off his comment, not wanting to interact with anyone right now.
âIm mark, i couldn't help but notice how pretty you areâ he smiles and extends his hand which you accept with a smile.Â
A few minutes of talking later, you start getting uncomfortable. Mark keeps trying to get you to leave with him even though you stated you had a boyfriend. He shrugs it off, his hand sliding to your waist and talking to you about how that doesn't matter.
You laugh nervously and excuse yourself to the bathroom, clutching your phone in your hands. You call the first person who shows up and he picks up in half a ring
ây/n? love where are you weâre worried sickâ
âSeungcheolâŚim at levels bar please come pick me up there's someone making me uncomfortableâ
You hear some shuffling in the background and Seungcheol reassures you that they're on their way.Â
About 20 minutes later you get a text from Joshua saying they're outside. You have to convince them not to come into the club, not wanting the situation to escalate or get worse. You successfully sneak out of the club, thanking your luck that Mark was now occupied with some other girl.
As you spot your boyfriends, you see relief wash over them. They bombard you with questions and when you confirm youâre okay, they help you in the car and drive back.Â
The air in the car is a little tense, no one clearly wants to bring up the topic of why you were at a club alone. Seungcheol had a rule you all followed - if there was something to talk about, youâd do it at home.
Once the car is parked, the four of you silently walk to your door. Jeonghan opens the door and lets all of you in. you take off your shoes and go sit on the couch, preparing yourself for whatever theyâd ask you.
âWell? You want us to start?â
âI'm sorryâ you say immediately, looking at the floor beneath you. You hear someone walking towards you.
A soft hand trails your face and lifts your chin to look up. Seungcheol has a small smile playing on his lips when he asks âwhat are you sorry for?â
âFor getting mad at you guys and going to the club. I should've just told you i was mad at youâ Seungcheol gives you a satisfied grin, his hand still forcing you to look at them standing over you
âWe were worried sick, you know? You really almost gave us a heart attackâ Joshua sighs looking at you. You give him a sad smile
âI'll make it up to youâ you say and Jeonghan laughs loud, his voice echoing through the room
âTrust me you willâ he says and walks over to you, his hands cupping your cheeks as he smashes his lips onto yours. He makes you lean back on the couch as he hovers over you, his lips moving in sync with yours as his tongue explores your mouth.
you feel the couch sink beside you and before you can see who it is, Joshua pulls you onto his lap, His firm body pressed on your back. You whimper as you feel his cock straining against his pants on your lower back.Â
It doesn't take long before theyâve helped you out of your clothes and all four of you are naked. Jeonghan goes to the bedroom to grab a bottle of lube.
You turn your face to kiss Joshua, slowly grinding your ass on his cock as Seungcheol sucks on your neck. His hands fondle your breasts, squeezing the pinching your nipple to hear those oh so sweet sounds you make. your moans muffled by Joshua's mouth.
You moan into Joshua's mouth as you feel Seungcheol trail his kisses down to your breasts and suck on them.Â
Jeonghan walks back in and tosses the bottle to Joshua. Joshua pours some on his fingers and circles your rim
âGonna take me properly love?â Joshua whispers in your ear and you nod, unable to form coherent sentences. Joshua slowly aligns his cock with your rim and pushes in. The stretch hurts at first but the pain fuzes into a cloud of pleasure for you.
As Joshua slowly lowers you on him, Seungcheol aligns himself with your cunt. Unlike Joshua, Seungcheol isn't soft in the bedroom.
He knows exactly how to push you far enough for it to feel best, so he waits until you're fully lowered on Joshua's lap and he slams his entire length inside you.Â
His tip his your cervix perfectly, knocking the wind out of your lungs.Â
âF-fuck.. So..fu-fullâ you moan out.
You take a moment to regain your breath, back arched on Joshua as groans in your ear.Â
Jeonghan, clearly feeling a bit left out, tangles his hands in your hair and pulls your face off of Joshua's neck. He slaps his cock against your cheek and lips as he smiles down at you
âOpen upâ he commands.
As you open your mouth and suck Jeonghan's tip, Seungcheol takes the initiative to move. He slowly drags his cock out and thrusts his full length into you again making you moan on Jeonghan. The movement makes Joshua hit deeper in you.Â
Both of them start moving inside you. Seungcheol and him have a mismatched pace making you see stars as you suck Jeonghan harder.Â
Jeonghan holds the back of your neck and thrusts into your mouth, making you take him deeper as tears well in your eyes. He throws his head back and fucks your mouth.
The room is filled with groaning and skin slapping as Jeonghan hits the back of your throat with each move.
âSuch a pretty fucking cockslut. You like us filling you up like this huh?â Seungcheol grunts and moves his hips faster. You try to respond but the cloud of lust fills your mind as you feel yourself reaching your edge.
Joshua, the ever observant slides his hand down to your clit and slowly rubs his thumb against it. The sensation makes you moan against Jeonghans cock, the vibrations making him moan your name.Â
After a few more thrusts you feel his movements stutter as he fucks your face.Â
âWant me to cum in your mouth princess?â he groans as you slip him out of your mouth to answer
âP-please Jeonghan..ne-need itâ
 Your pretty face begging for him is all he needs before he cums in your throat with a final thrust, painting it white. He pulls out and watches you swallow with a satisfied grin before collapsing on the couch next to Joshua.
The other 2 are not too far behind to follow, their movements becoming more erratic as they reach their highs. Joshua cums with a loud groan and throws his head back on the couch.
His hands keep moving on your clit as he comes down his high, his breathing heavy and inconsistent.Â
âGonna fill you up so well you wont even fucking think about pullling this shit againâ Seungcheol curses and his hand wraps around your neck. The slight cut in air with the stimulation on your clit makes you fall off the edge as you cum on Seungcheolâs cock, his orgasm following yours.
Your releases mix together inside you as he rides out his high. You lay back on Joshua as he and Seungcheol slowly pull out. The emptiness and the feeling of their cum spilling out of you makes you whimper. Your thighs sticky with your mixed releases.
You slowly feel yourself coming down from that cloud as Joshua pats your shoulder
âYou okay? Did we go too hard on you love?â he asks with slight concern in his voice but you shake your head no. They could never hurt you.Â
The three of them help you get up and take a shower, laying out clean warm clothes for you and helping you lay on the bed. Jeonghan lays down next to you and pulls you into a warm hug.Â
âDon't do that again okay? You really had us worriedâ he whispers in your hair.
âIm sorry, i shouldn't have disappeared over something so smallâ
you say quietly but the 3 of them hear it, they always do.Â
Seungcheol presses a kiss to your forehead as Joshua rubs your back.
âWe love you, don't forget that okay?â
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Spring Flingđ
summary: Your roommate of a couple months decides to ask you out...kind of? What could transpire?
tw: smut MDNI, hopeless romance, drunk/tipsy sex, Abby is g!p, fingering & head.
pairing: G!P Abby x Inexperienced!Florist!Reader
Moving to Seattle wasnât really the plan but getting out of your small town was exactly what you needed. Donât get me wrong small towns are cute and everything's laid out for you but seeing the same old faces and going to the same old places gets tiring. And you canât like getting away from the drama that your ex had caused was what you longed for. But having a hot roommateâŚyou definitely did not plan for it.
Her name was Abby. She was very muscular with sort of a dusty blonde/brunette thing going on obviously the female definition of a dilf. She would go to the gym every morning which would leave you time to have the house to yourself in order to get ready for whichever job you were working. She also happened to pass by every time she was leaving the gym.
Sometimes she would come by and speak just to take a look at the fresh flowers that came in ever so often. You could obviously tell she had a green thumb the way she would cater to the ones in the apartment. Overall she was cool but that all changed randomly when she invited you out, even though you were quite busy with whatever shifts you managed to pick up.
The bell on the front shop door rings announcing someone entering. âWelcome to Bloomscape, what can I help you with?â You say putting down the spray bottle after watering the flowers behind the counter. You turn around to meet none other than Abby. Just your luck. âOh hey Abby, the new peonies are out front if youâre-â âWould you like to go out with me?â She says, you realize her face is slightly red but you brush it off assuming she had an intense workout today. âSorry with a couple friends not likeâŚthat.â She explains making you nod your head in understanding. Not going to lie that hurt a little bit. Like a slow jab to your heart. âOh yeah sureâŚwhat time?â You question âAround 8pm you should be off by then right?â She asks. You nod your head and after working out the details she leaves rather quickly (and quite flushed if I do say so myself) not even looking at the peonies out front. Weird.
After closing up shop and making your way back to the apartment you walk in to realize sheâs already invited her friends over to pregame. Assuming thatâs what it was anyway you peek in the living room and say hello. âHello!â You say as you wave at all 3 of them in the living room. âOh shit- Guys this is the friend I invited out with us!â She says, gesturing for them to introduce themselves to you. âHello, Iâm Dina, these two shithead's friends.â One says pushing Abby's shoulder. âIâm Ellie.â Another quite attractive one says waving back to you shyly (if i do say so myself) âIâll go get ready, nice to meet you guys!â You walk to your room and before you can even shut the door you hear Ellie saying that youâre âSmoking hot.â Smiling ear to ear you close the door before you can hear any further and start to get ready.
You walk out of your room and walk into the kitchen going in the fridge to search for a beer. When you feel a hand on your waist you jolt up meeting Abby. âHey calm down darlinâ.â She almost laughs out and hands you a beer knowing youâre searching for one. You take the beer smiling slightly, thanking her and closing the fridge. After an hour of pregaming you they decide itâs time to go to the bar. âEverybody set to go?â Abby questions looking at everyone grabbing her keys.
Hour 2 in the bar Dina and Ellie are the only ones looking groggy and soggy but you and Abby are having the time of your lives. You never knew that you and Abby had so much music taste in common. As the night started to grow older and older they started to play slower, more romantic music. You take your seat at the bar sipping your drink by Dina and Ellie who are both by now practically eye fucking each other.
You were about to go outside for a smoke when your thought was interrupted by a light tap on your shoulder. âHey, do you mind dancing with me?â Abby asks with her face growing more red by the second. âUh yeah of courseâ You smile. As soon as you two hit the middle of the floor she immediately puts her hands on your waist pulling you closer to her. You look up at her with big doe eyes and thatâs when you start to feel the liquor finally hit you because she looks good enough to eat at this moment. She nuzzles your neck as your bodies practically become one. âI need you.â She whispers in your ear making you gasp which gives her enough time to slip her tongue into your mouth and take you in a devastating kiss.
As she pulls back from your lips you shoot her a confused look. âI thought you-â She shushes you putting her finger up to your lips. âTake a cab with me.â Abby demands taking your hand interlocking your fingers with hers as she makes her way through the sea of people on the dance floor. She gets up to the bar giving Ellie enough money to get a cab and pay for the drinks. As she reaches the outside she pauses for a moment taking in the cool spring breeze compared to the hot atmosphere of the bar. Youâve never really taken a moment to really soak in Abbyâs features. Her hair which she rarely let down blowing with the wind. And oh gosh- her nose looks like you could ride that for days at a time.
You get so taken up in your thoughts you didnât realize she was staring right back at you. âCan I have my face back?â She jokes you lightly jabbing her shoulder. âJeez, Iâm just jokingâŚthat hurt a bit.â Abby says pouting and rubbing her shoulder softly. âAw, is the baby hurt?â You say mocking her pouting and rubbing your shoulder. âYeah yeah whatever lets start walking weirdo.â She says rolling her eyes rather sassily.
Weirdo. Weirdo? WEIRDO?? âYou want to talk about weird? Letâs talk about how you always treat me like a little sister and then randomly kiss me.â You sass back at her, narrowing your eyes as you two begin your journey back to the apartment. âIâll do it again.â Abby treats this as if were a threat to your safety as she canât seem to choose between looking at your lips or your eyes. âWhatever sass-factor!â You roll your eyes at her crossing your arms.
Back at the apartment you assume you two are just going to go your separate ways again like this never happened.âSoâŚwe just go our separate ways?â You mumble out just above a whisper as your vision starts to blur from tearing up. âWhat if we didnât?â Abby says taking a step closer to you. âWhat if?â You accept the challenge, taking another step towards her. Abby pulls you closer by your waist and takes off your jacket for you, discarding it on the sofa. Followed by taking off her own and dropping it right by her feet. âWhat if?â She quirks an eyebrow staring straight at your glossy lips. After that she just couldnât play this little game you were playing with her anymore as she takes you in another breathtaking kiss and lifts you up like youâre nothing.
You straddling her waist as she sets you down on the bed, her kneeling in front of you making full eye contact as she takes off your shoes for you. She looks up at you resting her hands on your thighs. âDo I have your consent?â Abby asks, peering into your eyes. God's consent is sexy. âYes.â You nod. Abby follows this with sliding down your underwear and pinning you to the mattress, her on top of you. She then takes two fingers and taps on your lips asking demanding for entrance. âSuck.â She orders as you open your mouth and swirl your tongue around her digits.
âGood girlâ She praises. She then takes them out of your mouth leaving a string of saliva as she lifts up your dress and starts to coat her fingers in your arousal and insert them up until her knuckles. The length of her fingers makes you immediately grab her wrist moaning. âFuck! AbbyâŚâ You pant out as she starts to pick up the pace, shouting her name like itâs a mantra. âThaaatâs it baby take it.â She affirms as the knot in your stomach comes undone faster and faster. âGonna cumâŚâ You mumble out making her grab your chin realizing she wants to see your reaction as you eat up the pleasure she was dishing out.
As you feel your release coating her fingers and your surroundings becoming more and more fuzzy by the second. You sit up seeing her licking her fingers clean making full eye contact with you. By the time her fingers are practically wrinkly from the hydration they were getting she turns you around and starts unlacing your dress. Grazing her fingertips lightly on the skin of your back. âYour skin is so softâŚâ Abby says just above a whisper.
She starts kissing you and leaving little love bites and marks thatâll surely bruise in the morning. You hear her start to strip behind you and just as sheâs taking off her boxers you get a good glimpse of whatâs to come. And you start to turn around and make full contact with her long, thick, blushed precum dripping shaft. More so gawking at it because she definitely noticed while taking off her shirt.
âYou wanna touch it?â She asks, reaching out to grab your hand, as she guides your hand onto the base of it. âDonât be scared mama.â Abby chuckles, still guiding your hand to slowly stroke it making her grunt. As she slowly softens her grip and lets you take control, throwing her head back in pleasure grunting loudly. She grabs your chin absentmindedly removing your hand and picking up the pace as her eyes sear into your soul as she motions for you to open your mouth.
Followed by multiple grunts and curses she finally releases ropes of herself onto your tongue. As you close your mouth and swallow the liquid. âHands and kneesâ Abby demands with low lidded eyes. You follow her instructions in a daze as she grabs a hold on your hips, forcing you to arch your back. Abby cautiously slides the tip in after realizing how tight you were, grunting in pleasure as a response. âFuuuckâ She mumbles out her eyes closed as you squeeze around her length. As she takes her time inch by inch she eventually bottoms out. This feels good of course but she can hear you whimper as you taste the saltiness of your tears.
Abby slowly starts to pick up a steady pace as you start to reach back trying to slow her down as the tears come down more frequently. âNuh uh baby you can take itâ She says in between grunts swatting your hand away as you grip the sheets. As her pace quickens she pulls you up by your shoulder, taking that hand and wrapping it around your throat. She then takes her other hand from your hip and starts rubbing your sensitive clit.
Your eyes roll back in your head as she tops that off by kissing your neck, knowing by the way you were growing louder she knew you were close to your orgasm. Abby reaches an unimaginable pace and thatâs when you feel it hit you like a tsunami. As you feel her warm seed fill you up and mix with yours you finally come down from the drunken, fuzzy high you two were in. You feel her pull out and the mix of you guysâ climax slide down your legs.
After you two showered together and put on pajamas you both lie in the bed, her spooning you. Youâve dozed off a while ago as she just admires your beauty in the moonlit room. Brushing the hair out of your face, she pecks your temple and dozes off along with you.
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Icarus Falling
(Part 2)
Pairing: mob!Bucky x female!tattoo artist!reader
Summary: Itâs gonna be a busy day. Giving a tattoo to a mobster that broke into your home was nothing compared to the fact that you canât stop thing about how fucking hot he is.
Warnings: lots and lots of swearing, mention of crime (duh), fights, broken bones, tattoo needles, threats, think thatâs it.
Part one âŹď¸:
A/N: AAHHHH the response to part one was actually insane!!!! I hope this second part is good enough. Love u all <3
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Bold is readerâs thoughts.
Italics is Buckyâs thoughts.
The size of the tattoo is in inches.
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Walking to the shop, your thoughts were running a mile a minute. Holy fuck, what the fuck, did last night actually happen?, James Barnes is gorgeous and made falling asleep last night really fucking difficult, screw him for making me all hot and bothered. Asshole. But one persistent one came screaming to the front- how the fuck am I supposed to tell Frank?
Unfortunately there was not a lot of time to come up with an answer to that, the shopfront coming into view as you turn the corner. Jigsaw Ink stood proud in the middle of the busy Brooklyn street, the black paint of the walls in stark contrast to the pastel pink of the floristsâ to one side and the baby blue of the cafe the other.
The shop was a second home to you, the couch at the front becoming a bed for you sometimes after a night out, or if Caleb was being an ass. Frank was nice enough to let you crash when you needed, trusting you with his business. Frank, and the other two artists at the shop, Billy and Curtis were like family - a weird combination of protective older brothers and best friends who were terribly bad influences on you.
The bell on the door rang when you opened it and there was a yelled âY/N? That you?â from a deep voice at the back of the room.
âYeah Frankie, itâs me. I thought Billy was supposed to be here, not you?â You yelled back, moving behind the counter toward your station, dropping your bag and taking off your jacket.
âHe was, but he managed to get his ass knocked out last night so heâs taking the day off,â Frank replied laughing, walking out from the back towards you.
âWhat? Is he ok?â You ask, giving Frank a hug when he got closer.
âManaged to piss somebody off at a bar, not really sure what happened, but heâs fine. Just stupid,â he replied, patting your back as you release him.
âDonât get me wrong, I love the guy but he is an idiot I swear, you can guarantee it was his fault as well,â you say.
Frank chuckle and nods as a response, âyeah I bet. Hey , you got many appointments today?â He asks.
Shit. How the fuck am I supposed to tell Frank Castle - literally the most protective man on earth - that I had to move all of my appointments to next week because a damn mobster broke into my house and demanded I gave him a tattoo today.
ââŚuh. No just the one, I had to move the rest,â you answer, praying to whoever was listening that Frank wouldnât ask any questions.
âWhyâs that?â
Fuucckkkk.
âUmm..no reason really..â your mind went completely blank, the only thing running through you head were those goddamn blue eyes.
âKid, whatâs going on?â Franksâ eyes narrowing, seeing straight through your bullshit response.
Ughhh. Change the subject right now. âYâknow you call me kid all the time, youâre not that much older than me Frankie. I mean thereâs only-â.
âYouâre ramblinâ kid. The fuck is going on?â He says, all sense of humor him from his voice.
Ah, there his is, protective Frankie coming in full force.
âShit. Ok so hereâs what happened-â you tell him the full story, coming home from work to see a dangerous criminal chilling in your apartment, the fear that came with that lovely surprise, Calebâs debt, the weird philosophical conversation, the tattoo talk. All of it.
Of course, excluding the part where you found yourself extremely attracted to the fucking mobster, his weirdly slightly comforting presence, and the fact that the memory of those blue eyes where all you could see as your hand slipped between your legs before you fell asleep.
To be fair to the man, Frank listened to every word you had to say, not interrupting one. But you could see on his face every single emotion he was feeling, the main one being just straight up confusion.
âLemme get this straight. The fucking Winter Soldier broke into your house last night and is coming in for a tattoo in..â he checked his watch as he spoke, â..an hour?â
â..yeah.â Hit the nail on the head there Frankie.
âShit.â He says, rubbing his hand over his face in an act of desperation.
âYep.â You say, patting his arm to try and reassure him.
âAlright, Iâm gonna be here the whole time, donât you worry about that kid. Youâre gonna be fine.â He assures you, obviously worried about you.
âI know that Frankie, and if itâs any consolation, he didnât seem all that bad.â You answer.
âNot that bad?!â He almost shouts, and incredulous look on his face, âY/N heâs a fucking gangster. Heâs fucking danger-â
âFRANK!â You yell, the only way to cut off his tirade before it starts. âI know that, but last night he didnât do anything bad,okay, and if he wanted to hurt me, he definitely would have done it by now. Iâll be fine Frank, Iâll just give him the tattoo and that will be it. Now if youâll excuse me, I gotta set everything up.â You say, moving back to your station, beginning to grab everything you need.
âHoly fuck kid, how are you not freaking the fuck out right now?â He whisper shouts, running one hand up and down his head.
âIâm not sure. I thinkâŚI think I trust him not to hurt me. Itâs weird, but my gutâs telling me Iâll be fine.â You answer, starting to print some different sized stencils.
âKid your brain is brok-â Frank starts to say but heâs cut off by his phone ringing. He pulls it from his pocket and says âShit, itâs my kidsâ school, I gotta take it.â
You wave him off, Frank answers the phone with a sigh.
He walks off to the back of the shop, leaving you to finish setting up your station. Frank talks for a minute and wander back towards you.
âMy girl got into a fight at school, Mariaâs busy at work so Iâve got to go get her,â he says, dragging his hands down his face, in a way only an exasperated father could.
âOh my god is she ok?â You ask.
âSheâs fine, but apparently she broke some little shitheads nose for picking on her friends,â
âLike father, like daughter then,â you respond with a laugh.
âCan the people I care about stop getting themselves in dangerous situations for like five goddamn seconds.â Frank says, throwing a pointed glare your way.
âFrankie, how many times, Iâm gonna be fine alright, go get your kid and -I dunno- take her out for ice cream, tell her she did good.â You say, pushing him to the door.
âOnly if youâre one hundred percent certain youâll be fine.â He says, already pulling his jacket from the hook.
âIâm good I swear, now go!â
âOk ok Iâm going, stop pushing meâ he says, leaving the shop and letting the door fall closed behind him, the bell ringing as it did.
Only a minute passed before your phone pinged with a text.
James:
Have you already forgotten about me that quickly doll?
Send me the address to the shop
Now⌠please
Fuck me. Why does just his text give me fucking butterflies. Ugh. How irritating.
You send him the address and his response is cheeky as shit.
James:
See you at 1 doll, you better be wearing something pretty for me.
Little shit.
ââââ
You had the music in the shop bumping, using it to help calm your pounding heart, adrenaline starting to get the best of you. Your favourite song came over the speakers so you turned it up and started to dance a little, knowing that you had at least 10 minutes before Barnes turned up. Unfortunately this action caused you to miss the ringing of the bell on the door.
Holy shit - ink and a show, today is going better than expected already.
Bucky slowly let the door close, trying not to disturb the dancing girl he couldnât get out of his head. He lent against the wall, just watching and waitingâŚand staring.
Shaking out your hands to get rid of any nerves, you turn and nearly scream when you see Barnes stood at the door.
âOh god, sorry I didnât hear you come in,â you say, subtly looking him up and down and damn he looks good. Ever the powerful mobster, he wore a black suit, his black shirt had no tie and was unbuttoned at the top. His hair was slicked back from his face, opposite to how it was the night before. This was the other side of him, the business man - James Barnes: the face of multiple charities, the man that law enforcement could never seem to put behind bars. Last night you met the threat, the assassin, and you may be one of the first in his history to survive a meeting with the Soldier.
âNo problem doll, I was enjoying the show,â he says, pushing off of the wall and stalking towards you.
Oh my god, âoh..ok, well I have everything set up and ready so if youâre ok to start I say let get going,â you respond, turning to the part of the shop where your station was, nerves flooding back, wanting to get this over as soon as possible.
âDamn girl, not even any small talk?â He asks, slowly following you to the table.
âOh sorry, I would have asked how your day has been so far, but I didnât want you to think I was prying into your business. I wouldnât want you to think I was being disrespectful ab-â
âRamblinâ again doll, thought I told you that you donât need to be afraid of me,â he said softly, sounding genuine. âI know what people say about me, I understand why you would be nervous, but I just ask you to not believe everything you hear, ok doll? Iâm not who they say I am.â His tone was gentle, almost tired but still pleading, hoping you believe him.
âSo youâre not a mobster?â You ask, voice low and calm.
âOh no I am,â he responds with a small laugh, âI am, and I do what gangsters do. But I am not the ruthless animal Iâm made out to be, doll Iâm just not. I do what needs to be done.â
His voice breaks slightly on the pet name. His tone is so sincere and tired. Oh my..heâs telling the truth. It actually affects him to hear that about himself.
âOk,â you respond, siting on your stool next to your station and the table, looking up at him with no fear in your eyes, trusting his words.
âOk? Thatâs your response?â He asks, moving around the table to sit on it directly in-front of you.
âYeah. What did you want me to do Barnes, not believe you?â You ask, all fear gone from your voice.
âOf course not,â he says, confusion laced in his voice, his eyebrows furrowed, âbut I wasnât expecting you to believe me immediately, shit you were scared of me like a minute ago.â
âI know but I think I trust you? You havenât done anything to me, yâknow other than breaking into my apartment. I trust you when you say youâre not someone I should be afraid of.â You answer truthfully.
ââŚgood.â He says, at a loss of what to say next.
âGood. So, Barnes, are we doing this or what?â You ask.
âYeah letâs do it doll, and please, call me Bucky.â He responds, shrugging off his jacket, folding it and placing it on the head of the table. You had to make a conscious effort to not stare at the way his arms filled out his shirt, but damn it was hard. He sat silently waiting for you to talk.
âOk..Bucky.. tell me about what size and what placement you want for this.â You say, âI printed some sizes out because I wasnât sure what size you wanted, and I can reprint or adjust it based in what you want.â
âOh you a real professional, huh? Not gonna lie to you doll, that serious voice is kinda getting me goinââ he says, smirk on his face, leaning back on his arms, lifting his hips and moving slightly on the table.
Fuck me, what is this man doing to me? He doesnât give you a chance to respond before heâs talking again.
âI want to get it on my forearm, the inside, and I think that size looks good,â he says, pointing to the 10x8 you printed.
âOk that sounds good, which arm were you thinking?â
Silence. He stares down at you, an unreadable look on his face. You break eye contact and then freeze.
Shit. Shit. You dumbass. Which arm? Which fucking arm? Are you kidding? I can literally see his metal fucking hand. Oh dear god.
The silence between you goes on for entirely too long. Youâre not sure whether you should apologise or wait for him to speak first. You werenât sure if he would be offended, having a reminder of his injury.
He doesnât move, doesnât speak, just continues to stare down at you, that blank look on his face. Looking back up at him, you start to apologise but the words get caught in your throat. His eyes. He couldnât control them the same way he did his face, tons of different emotions flowing through them, none lasting long enough for you to understand before another one took its place.
If only you knew what he was actually thinking. She asked which arm. She knows about my arm, everyone does, but she still asked. She forgot. The arm is all people see, a weapon, an instrument used to inflict nothing but pain. Itâs all people see, but she forgot. Thatâs not what she sees. MaybeâŚmaybe she just sees me.
Heâs shuts his racing thoughts down, fully aware of how awkward the silence was becoming. âIâm thinking my right arm might be a little easier for you doll,â he says, an amused look crossing his face, his tongue poking his cheek.
You open your mouth to apologise for your mistake but he holds up his right hand and says, âand please, you donât have to apologise like I know youâre going to, weâre all good darlinâ.â.
Heâs gotta stop with the pet names before I melt.
âOk, uh, are you sure, because I honestly meant no disrespect or anything. I-,â you start, but Bucky cut you off quickly.
âDarlinâ, what did I just say?â A stern tone coats his words and goddamn does it send a shiver down your spine. You internally roll your eyes and look away, back to your station, when you feel two warm fingers on your jaw, turning your head back to looks at him. Holy fuck. He places his thumb on the other side of your jaw, forcing you to keep looking at him as he leans in closer. His voice was low when he said, âThat wasnât a rhetorical question, Y/N, what did I just say?â
Jesus fucking wept. Somehow his use of your name made your heart pound, and the fact that his hand was so warm and strong holding onto your face.
âYou said weâre all good..â you answer trailing off at the end of your sentence. His eyes donât move from yours for a second.
âAnd?â He asks, tilting his head slightly.
Christ alive.
âI donât have to apologise..â you say, eyes flicking between his and falling to his lips for a second and then back to his eyes.
âThatâs right darlinâ,â his eyes dropped to your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his lip. âSo stop, okay?â He says, lifting your chin to catch your eye.
âYes sir.â Itâs an automatic response but you canât help but be a little proud of yourself when he lets out a small throaty growl at the name.
âCareful doll.â He responds, letting go and leaning back, âHow about we get started before I do something you regret, hmm?â
Like I could regret you.
You turn back to your station to try and clear your head of all the dirty thoughts running wild. âOk.. Bucky, if you could roll up your sleeve so I can wipe the area, Iâll place the stencil and you can check if itâs where you want it to be.â You say, not used to the name he said to call him by.
âMhm,â he hums, releasing the cuff link on his right sleeve, his prosthetic catching the glare of the light above, the plates shining. He places the cuff link in the pocket of his jacket and begins rolling up his sleeve and folds it at his elbow.
You clean the area and place the stencil straight on his arm, and peel it off.
âThereâs a mirror on the wall over there, you can check if itâs alright.â You say.
âOkie dokie doll,â he responded the furrowed his brows, like he was confused at why he said that, not very gangster of him.
I like him. He says okie dokie.
âLooks good there darlinâ, and as much as I hate to say it, we gotta speed this up a little, Iâm expecting a call at some point around 2:30 and Iâd prefer you not have to hear it.â He says, coming back to the table, sitting down and swinging his legs up onto it.
You take his arm, putting it on the rest in a position easiest for tattooing while saying âWhyâs that? Would you have to kill me if I overheard your call?â You ask, enough humor in your voice for him to know youâre joking.
âProbably, depends how much you hear.â He said, completely deadpan. He looks at you and you have the strangest feeling that he actually wouldnât hurt you either way.
âShit ok. Is that position comfortable for you?â
âIâm all good darlinâ, letâs go,â he says, adjusting his position on the table slightly. His left arm rests across his stomach as he sits on the table, leaning against the backrest, his ankles crossed.
âOk Iâm gonna do a small line so you know how it feels,â you look at him and he nods. You draw a line about 2 centimetres long then stop, âhowâs that?â You ask.
âAinât nothinâ doll, keep goinâ.â He responds.
âOk here we go.â You say, getting back to it.
ââââ
Youâve been tattooing for about 40 minutes, and there hasnât been a word spoken between the both of you. His arm kept flexing whenever you moved away, and he kept clenching his jaw, like he was in pain but was refusing to admit it, even to himself.
âAre you ok? We can stop for five if you want a break? Iâve just finished the outline so Iâve got to change needles anyway.â You ask, disrupting the silence between you, moving the machine away from his arm so you can switch to a higher grouping for the blackwork.
âIâm fine Y/N, how much longer do you think itâll take?â He asks, moving his head to look at the outline that you had completed.
âOh itâs hard to say, but probably another 30 at least,â you respond, looking at him while he was admiring the tattoo so far.
God heâs pretty.
âShit.â He says, rubbing his forehead with his other hand.
âAre you worried about your call?â You ask calmly.
âNot worried about the call itself⌠just having to do it here may cause some issues.â He responds, lowering his hand to his thigh.
âBecause Iâm here? I can go to a different room if you want?â You say, placing the machine back on your station, and turning to look at him fully.
âItâs ok doll, to be honest with you, nothing that needs to be said will make any sense to you anyway, and I mean that in the least offensive way possible.â He says, looking at you with apologetic face, tilting his head slightly. âBut depending on the news I get, I wouldnât want my reaction to⌠scare you.â
âOh.. well I guess weâll see when your call comes.â You answer, unsure of how to react to that.
ââââ
The sharp ringing of his phone interrupts the sounds of the machine. You move the machine away from him, turning it off so he could speak freely without noise.
âI really am sorry about this darlinâ, but itâs important-â
âAnswer it then, itâs fine Bucky.â You cut him off, concerned he was going to miss it if he kept talking.
He gave you another apologetic look, and then turned his back to you to get off the table and answer the call.
You sat in silence as he started to speak.
âRogers, what did ya find?â His voice changes from how he speaks to you, deeper and more serious.
The person on the other line speaks for a moment before Bucky responds, âwe already knew that, didnât we? What new information did you find?â
Silence.
âOf course he is..,â there is anger in his tone now, âget someone to tell the asshole he can threaten what he likes, Iâm not sitting down with him.â
A moment goes by and you think that may have been the end of it, until you see his shoulders tense and-
âFUCK NO!â He shouts, making you jump a little.
âNo Rumlow Gets Nothing, I donât give a shit what heâs doing⌠Then send the commissioner a goddam gift basket Steve, some portraits of his family would be nice, remind him why he pays us the fucking protection fee.â He seethes at the man down the phone.
This should not be turning me on, shit.
âFor fucks sake⌠Walker is nothing Steve, just some fucking Nazi junkie with a rich daddy, trying to get his hands on my shitâŚget Nat to bring his ass in, Iâll deal with it Steve⌠I said Iâd deal with it.â
His tone on the last sentence sends a shiver down your spine, what the fuck does âdeal with itâ mean?
âAh shit is he ok?â Bucky asks, tone soft now, caring even, âDamn, heâs gonna be out for blood now.. good for him.. give Clint the week off, find the guys and give the pricks to him, let him get out some of his pent up craziness out.â
Oh Clint sounds fun.
âOk, alright I gotta go now man. Yeah Iâm at the shop⌠nah itâs nothing..yeah ya did⌠ok fuck off now.. later man.â
He hangs up the phone, takes a death breath and pinches the place between his eyebrows, his other hand going to his hip. He stands like that before he turns back to you, with a small awkward smile. That was cute.
âSorry about that doll, hope I didnât upset ya,â he says, walking around the table and looking down at you.
âYou didnât. I gotta ask though, is your friend or whoever ok?â You ask, not bringing up the start of the call where the man in-front of you all but admitted to a multitude of crimes - blackmail, extortion, supplying drugs. He sounded different- genuine when he asked if the man was ok. It was sweet.
âClint? Yeah no heâs fine, got jumped last night so heâs pissed about it, but heâs ok, worst thing he got were some nasty bruises and a broken finger.â Bucky responds, confusion on his face, wondering why you care.
âHow did he break a finger?â you ask, moving backwards as he sits back on the table.
âOh he didnât go down without a fight, clocked one of them on his way out,â he says with a small chuckle.
âAh, good for crazy Clint,â you say with a smile.
Bucky letâs out a sharp quick laugh, âthat exactly what I thought doll,â he says, leaning back and putting his arm on the rest, âready when you are.â He adds.
Ok right back to it. Got it boss.
âOk, should only be about 10 more minutes.â You say.
âAlright doll.â He answers, leaning his head back on the rest, tilting his head so he could watch you.
Ten minutes later you were finished, putting your machine down for the final time.
âOkie dokie, Iâm all done. Have a look in the mirror, see what ya think,â you say, hoping he liked it, not much you could do about it if he didnât.
He moves over to the mirror, checking out his new ink, twisting his arm around to see it fully. Heâs silent for a little while before he says, âfuck doll, youâre a damn artist.â
âDoes that mean you like it?â You ask, failing to hide the hope in your voice.
âI love it. Couldnât have asked for a better one for my first piece.â He says, walking forwards to stand in-front of you, letting you wrap the fresh tattoo, handing him a leaflet on aftercare as you talk.
âYouâre shitting me,â you say, âwas that seriously your first one?â
âYeah, why are you so surprised darlin?â He responds, tilting his head.
âI donât know, just sorta thought youâd have them all over.â You answer.
âAll over, huh. You been thinking about me naked doll?â He says with a cheeky grin, talking half a step closer to you.
Shit.
âWhat, n-no of course not, why would I do that. I mean Iâm sure you look good - uh fine.. naked but I donât-â you cut yourself off before you embarrass yourself anymore.
âNo, no ramble on Y/N please, Iâm really enjoying watching you try to figure your way out of the grave youâre digging right now,â he says, chucking lightly.
âShut up Bucky, leave me aloneâ you responds, looking down at your feet.
âHey,â he grabs your chin, again, and add pressure until youâre looking up at his eyes, âdonât ever try and tell me what to do, darlin, I donât tend to respond well to it. I wonât âshut upâ and Iâll never âleave you aloneâ⌠I like ya too much for that.â He says, sounding like a mix between a threat and a compliment.
âUh.. okay.â You answer, not sure how to respond to his words.
He can tell that you donât know what to say, so he mercifully breaks the silence. âI love the tattoo doll, itâs looks amazing. Youâve got a talent Y/N.â He drops his hand from your chin as he speaks.
âThank you, Bucky. It means a lot.â You answer sincerely.
âHow much do I owe you sweetheart?â He asks, reaching into his jacket for his wallet.
Thatâs a new one.
âUh, say $180?â You respond.
â$180? Damn you gotta charge more than that doll,â he says pulling some bills from his wallet.
He hands you the bills and says ânow thatâs for today and it should cover next time too, take half for now and half for then.â
Youâre stunned by the fact that heâs already planning for next time but your jaw actually drops when you look at the bills.
They were hundreds.
âWoah I think you gave me the wrong bills,â you say, trying to push the bills back in his hands.
âNo I didnât, I know what I gave you. $180 for today, say $200 for next time and the rest is tip.â He answers smoothly, folding your hand back over the bills.
You look down to count and start shaking your head, âI canât accept this, itâs way too much.â
âConsider it a thank you for dealing with the inconvenience of me having to do business in the middle of the appointment.â He says with a smile.
âBucky this is 2000 dollars.â
âI know.â He puts up his hand again, stopping you from talking, âIâm not taking it back doll, just have it will ya?â He says, rolling his sleeve back down, doing the cuff back up with the cufflink and placing his jacket back on.
âOh my god, youâre serious arenât you?â You ask, unbelievable he wanted you to have over fifteen hundred dollars as tip.
âYes I am.â He answers, straightening his jacket, âit also may be a small bribe.â
There it is.
âA bribe for what?â You ask, expecting his to ask you to keep quiet about his call.
âI want you to be my artist, anytime I want a tattoo, I want you doing it for me.â He says, smiling down at you with a hint ofâŚsomething him his eye.
âReally?â You ask in shock, not expecting that from him.
âYeah, like I said earlier, you got talent. I want more of you on me.â Bucky says smirking at the euphemism he made.
Fuck me running.
âOh..shit.. yeah ok, that sounds..,â you swallow heavily, âsounds like a plan.â You smile up at him, trying to hide the way his words affected you.
He smiles back, stepping closer and closer until his chest is almost touching yours.
âYes itâs does. Youâre mine now doll,â he says, a dark look in his eye. You swallow hard again and your breath stutters at his words, eyes going straight to the floor. He notices your reaction and smirks, âmy artist, I mean.â He continued.
âAlthough, judging by your little reaction there, Iâd bet you be ok with that, wouldnât you doll?â He says, his tone slightly mocking.
You say nothing.
He hums, then places his right hand on your cheek and tilts your head so youâre looking him in the eye again.
âWould you?â He asks softly.
âMaybe,â you whisper, a cocky smile breaking out on his face.
âMaybe, huh? âMkay, guess Iâll just have to convince you then doll.â He says back, leaning closer, eyes going to your lips before he looks back up, giving you a chance to get out of the situation.
âGuess so.â You respond, some confidence back in your voice.
He hums again, and then heâs kissing you. His kiss is forceful but somehow still gentle, like heâs holding back as much as he can.
Fucking finally you canât help but think as you move your hand to his wrist, the other one going to his left bicep, the feel of the solid metal under your hand was new, but not unwelcome.
His metal hand moves, wrapping around your back and pulling you against him, deepening the kiss when you gasp.
Reluctantly, you break the kiss when you run out of air. He leans back, the pressure on your back relieving a bit.
âDamn doll, what the fuck are you doing to me?â He asks, biting his bottom lip.
âSomething good, hopefully.â You respond cheekily.
He groans, leaning his head back. âYeah hopefully darlinâ. I hate to say it sweetheart but I gotta get going.â He says, releasing his hold on you. He moves towards the door and for a second you think he going to leave without another word, until he turns back and says âIâll talk to you later doll, keep your phone on or Iâll drop by.â He finished his sentence with a wink, and then heâs gone, the bell on the door ringing behind him.
Fuucckk. Maybe Iâll break my phone so he has to come by. Who knew the fucking Winter Soldier was actually a gorgeous softie under it all.
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A/N: Ta da! Finally complete!! Love everyone of you that read this, mwah đ
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jjk men and jobs!!
summary:
jjk men and there modern jobs!!
characters:
gojo, geto, choso, nanami, toji, megumi, yuji, ino
authors note
wow this was a lot more than i was thinking id wrote for my first time! let me know what you think!
CONTAINS! nsfw, fluff
bartender! gojo
-i just see gojo as a bartender, i have literally no clue why i just do.
-just imagine him standing behind the bar, muscles showing through his tight dress shirt, sleeves slightly pulled upđ¤đ¤
-thats definitely how you guys met, him standing behind the bar on your 21st birthday, your friends long gone partying and you just sitting there, looking all sweet.
âaww look at the little birthday girl layin down and takin my cock so wellâ all you can do to respond to the man pounding into you is clench your pussy around his cock. âto fucked dumb to say anything? its okay baby weâll be finished soon and i can send you back to your friendsâ when you do end up going back to your friends, gojo is back behind the bar serving drinks and your walking out of the bar with cum dripping down your leg.
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tattoo artist! geto
-i have such a love hate relationship with this manđ
-he looks like he would genuinely be so talented, and so skillful with his hands(đ¤)
-his favorite tattoos to do are definitely the more intricate ones he can really put his heart into
-you probably came into his shop, no appointment and wanting your first tattoo. normally, he probably wouldnt have done it for anybody else, but youâre just to cute to refuse.
âhold still princess, itâll only hurt for a momentâ geto says, pressing the needle to your skin, a loud cry leaving your throat. normally, this wouldnt bother him but today its just different. no matter how many times he tells you to stay quiet or for you to not move, you dont listen, you cant help it after all. âyâknow what if your gonna keep bitchin iâll make you quiteâ
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
piercer! choso
-this man has my heart he could literally do anything to me
-choso is such a sweetheart, he really is, but he doesnât necessarily look that sweet.
-with his strong build, arms covered in tattoos, several piercings, he looks a little more rugged.
-this certainly wasnt your first piercing, but it was one of your more painful ones, and based on the reviews, choso was your best and safest bet.
-you were definitely nervous but once you saw choso you almost turned around and left. but your committed, your going to get this piercing.
âjust lay down on the chair and it wont take very longâ you lay down, âto late to turn back nowâ you thought. as you lay back choso takes his seat in between your legs, preparing everything to complete the piercing. his hands slightly lifted up your shirt to expose your belly button. you would be lying if it wasnât a great sight. âso pretty, ready for your piercing?â
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
ceo! nanami
-i know, i know âceo? everyone puts him as thatâ its just what he isđ
-he looks so good, sitting at the desk in his office, one foot crossed over the other propped on the desk, working on paper work
-your just his little secretary bringing him coffee every morning and checking up on him every so often. i guess you wouldnt want colleagues to know what you always do at your 2 oâclock meeting.
âsuch a good girl bent over the desk for meâ he says, fingers plunging in and out of your tight cunt. ânanamin p-please giveâm moreâ you slur out, then feeling a sharp slap across your ass, causing you to whimper. âif you dont shut up your not getting any of my cockâ
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
plumber! toji
-oh god he can come clean my pipes whenever đđ (please send help)
-definitely fucking hates his jobđ wishes he didnt have to work but knows he needs the money bad.
-you would think he would half ass shit to get it done but heâs doing everything the best he can so he never has to come back.
-and then he came to your house, or, your daddys mansion.
âmâbetter hurry up before your daddy gets homeâ toji says, holding your hips as you bounce on his cock. ât-toji your too big., mâgonna cum soon- ahâ you cried out, but your sobs fell to deaf ears as toji started fucking up into you harder âcâmon baby lets make this quick, we can do more next timeâ
toji didnât fix all of your houses pipes this time, looks like heâll have to come back to finish the job.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
actor! megumi
-heâs a pretty boy so ofc heâs gonna be on screen
-all the girls want him, heâs literally the josh hutcherson of his universe. constant edits being made of him, always being shipped with someone new.
-what they wouldnt expect is the one he wants isnt an actor, a producer, another celebrity of any kind, but his own personal makeup artist
âhold still megs i have to put more blush on youâ you say, slightly sticking your tongue out to concentrate. megumiâs hands find there way to your hips, and pulling you down onto his lap, causing you to accidentally get to much blush on the side of his faceâmegumi! now im gonna have to redo your baseâ you whine, but megumi doesnât care, pulling you into a slow kiss âas long as i get to spend more time with my favorite girlâ
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
delivery driver! yuji
-i felt bad for giving him a delivery driver (no hate to delivery drivers obvi) i feel like its so much less glamorous but it kinda fits himđđ
-yuji is a little pizza boy, driving around the city in his busted, broken toyota camry, but whatever pays the bills right?
-but, hes a broke college student and this is the only way to pay off all his loans.
-its his last house for the night, he walks up to the door and sees you, teary eyed and holding a tub of ice-cream in one hand and a spoon in the other.
âfuck.. you like that? do i fuck you better than he ever couldâ he said, your pushed against the wall with yuji fucking you at a pace you cant keep up woth âmmmhm.. mâyes- y..uji soso good!â you cry out, tears spilling from your face as he keeps going âgood, iâll fuck the thoughts of him out of your mindâ
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
firefighter! ino
-oh my lord imagine this man in firefighter gear, AWOOGA, that hose aint the only thing sprayingđĽ°(im sorry that was so badđ)
-ino is a caring person, putting others safety before his own, i mean thats his job as a firefighter.
-so when someone sets your apartment on fore, ino is the first one rushing in to help, even tho he has no clue who you are
-he helps you out, and then theres the investigation, but ino is the only one you trust to talk to about what happened! looks like youâll be spending a lot more time with him!!
âcmon baby im only fucking you in here cause you basically begged for me infront of those police officers â he says hips snapping against your own, balls slapping your ass. âi only wanna talk to that firefighter ino! cant i talk to ino!â he says in a high pitch tone meant to be mocking you. âwell now im here so talk to me baby, tell me how you feel.â
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Black Tea & Pastries Part 1 | #LeviMonth2024 Fluff Oneshot
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While working at a cafe in Marley was never your intention, you found yourself oddly content with the new environment. You had moved away from the island as soon as it was safe to. With the Jaegerists in charge and having no family within the Walls, moving to Marley and starting over seemed like the next best choice.
You sighed as you cleaned off your counter, only looking up once you heard the door open. You had gotten used to seeing strangers here. You were an outsider, and enough people came by your shop that it was hard to keep track of who was who. Yet, this person that strolled in was someone you did indeed recognizeâCaptain Levi.
Levi entered your teashop, briefly pausing as he placed eyes on you for the very first time. He was immediately able to tell that there was something different about you.
Your eyes flickered up to meet his silvery gaze, noting that his right eye was slightly clouded over and that there were two scars running down his cheek and down to his lips. This was the first time that you had seen Levi in person, and the remnants of his injuries only reminded you of the reality that the world had faced during the Rumbling.
"How can I help you today?" you eventually asked kindly, forcing yourself to zone back in.
Levi eyed you for a moment longer before responding. There was something about your kindness that drew him in despite his usual aloofness.
"A cup of your strongest tea," he said, his voice gruff but not unkind. He placed some coins on the counter for payment, his gaze still fixed on you.
You gave him a gentle smile before making him the day's special, a blend of black tea that was unique to the area. You returned a few minutes later, handing it, in addition to his coins, back to him.
"On the house," you whispered, before motioning towards the pastry bag you had slid towards him as well. "Also snuck a pastry in there for you."
Surprised by your generosity, Levi's lips twitched into a slight smirk. It wasn't often that people were so kind to him right off the bat, especially given the world's persistent hatred for the Eldians.
He nodded slightly in acknowledgement, then turned to leave the shop. Just before exiting, he glanced back at you with those piercing gray eyes, a silent thank you evident in his gaze.
After a few days, you noticed that Levi had become a regular. You had his order memorized and would greet him every day with his black tea and pastry.
"You're Captain Levi, right?" you asked one day as you handed him his order. "From the Survey Corps?"
Levi glanced at you briefly, nodding in confirmation as he took his drink from you, taking a seat at the bar in front of you. He took a slow sip of the tea, noting the near-perfect taste of the beverage before he spoke.
"Yes, that's correct."
You did a slight nod, pondering the information as you made yourself a cup of tea as well, taking your apron off now that your shift was coming to a close. You sipped on the warm liquid as you leaned against the counter in front of him to keep chatting with him.
"How do you find life after the war? I know you've been fighting for the Survey Corps for quite a while."
"It's...an adjustment," Levi admitted, running a hand through his short, black hair. "The pace of everyday life is certainly different. Having more time is one thing, but sometimes it can be...lonely."
Levi looked up at you for a brief moment, as if there was something he had changed his mind about saying. The fact that he was even being this transparent about his personal life took him aback. "...I suppose that's why it's nice to find places like this teashop."
You tilted your head at his comment. "Well, you're certainly a hero in many of our eyes," you said quietly with a small smile. "Do you live alone? Have anyone you can at least go home to at night?"
You saw Levi's breath get caught in his throat as he thought about your question, and you immediately berated yourself for probing into his personal life.
"Sorry, it wasn't any of my business to ask," you quickly corrected, shaking your head. "Uhm...how was your day today? Err, other than being at this shop..."
You trailed off as you got more and more flustered, having momentarily forgotten that he had spent the majority of his day here with you.
"Uneventful, to say the least," Levi muttered with a shrug, choosing not to comment on either your flustered state or the personal nature of the question you just asked. It didn't seem to bother him nearly as much as it was bothering you. "Just spent some time relaxing at home before coming here for my usual afternoon tea."
He placed his elbows on the counter, crossing his arms as he kept his eyes on you. "And before you askâno, I don't usually spend this much time sitting around in cafes," he noted with a subtle smile. "It's just nice to have someone to talk to besides myself for a change."
You smiled to yourself at his words, relieved that he hadn't taken offense to your unintentional questioning of his personal life. "Well, I'd love to continue talking more. I quite enjoy your presence."
A faint blush crept onto Levi's cheeks, your words having caught him off-guard. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.
"Well, I've rather enjoyed our conversations as well," he said, his voice a touch softer than usual.
Levi's gaze on you lingered for a moment before he continued, "Perhaps we could continue this elsewhere sometime? Outside of the teashop, I mean."
"I have the rest of the day off," you noted. "Although I understand if you'd rather spend your evening to yourself...but otherwise, I'd love to spend some time with you."
A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he considered your offer. "Actually, that sounds quite pleasant," he confessed softly, his usual sternness replaced by a rare moment of vulnerability.
His apartment wasn't too far away, so a walk along the docks from the cafe towards his residence seemed convenient and fitting. Plus, he needed to get some movement in with his knee, and the walk was short enough that he wouldn't have to worry too much about any pain build-up.
It was a bit chilly, with the ocean breeze blowing through your hair as the sun set. As the orange glow reflected back against the water, Levi couldn't help but marvel at the peaceful atmosphere. These walks weren't that rare now that the war was over, but it still felt odd to have them.
"Never thought the infamous Captain Levi would be fascinated by sunset walks," you commented, noticing the look of contentment that seemed to appear on his features.
"Sunset walks aren't typically part of my routine," he acknowledged. "But I can't say I'm displeased to be experiencing one with such lovely company tonight."
You felt a blush rapidly traveling onto your cheeks as your fingers brushed against each other, immediately withdrawing your hand out of embarrassment.
You glanced over at Levi and saw that he also seemed a bit unsettled by the sudden contact, but it was so subtle that you weren't even entirely sure that it was there.
"...I guess I'm quite flattered to be getting such praise from Captain Levi," you said bashfully. "...I feel at ease around you despite the fact that we just met. Is that bad?"
"Not at all," he murmured softly after a short pause. "In fact, I find myself oddly drawn to your presence. There's something about your kindness and warmth that's actually quite comforting."
Your felt your face continue to heat up, and you silently thanked the darkening skies for making the view dim enough for you to conceal it.
The two of you silently walked side-by-side for the rest of the block, quietly enjoying each other's company.
Levi was finding himself already slightly enamored with you, despite the fact that you had only caught his eye a few days ago. Yet, the moment that he saw you was the moment that he knew that there was something special about you.
You knew something was up as well when you first saw him, but you chalked it up to nervousness at first. After all, it was inappropriate for any type of feelings to develop so soon for someone you had literally just metâbut being around him just felt right. For once, it didn't feel like you had to force a conversation or feign interest when there was none. You were comfortable walking in silence next to him.
You wanted to know more about him.
By the time you arrived at his apartment, it was already dark.
He paused at the entrance to his building, looking over at you.
"...It's getting dark," he mentioned, giving you a concerned look. "You sure you're good to walk home?"
You nodded, gesturing over to the apartment complex across the street.
"I actually live close by," you responded with a bashful chuckle. "So...yeah, I'll be okay walking on my own."
After shooting him a small smile, you turned from him, ready to head back home for the night. You took a few steps forward before pausing and turning back towards him again.
You felt your pulse hasten ever so slightly once you noticed that he had stopped to look over at you as well.
"Uhm...so I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" you asked nervously, indicating that you were hoping to see him at the cafe again.
"If you insist," he responded after a slight nod, with a subtly amused look in his eyes.
"Black tea and pastry?"
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he was reminded of the fact that you had his order memorized, even though it had been less than a week.
"...looking forward to it."
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Personal and Professional- pt 3
Part 1. Part 2.
An anon asked for this! There's a backyard barbecue being held, and you're a bit hesitant because no one has seen you as the alternative woman that you are outside of school. They also don't know about you and Melissa.
WC: ~2.3k
Janine is organizing a backyard barbecue at Barbaraâs house for the Abbott crew- and you are less than thrilled to be excited. Itâs not that you donât like your work crew, because that isnât true; youâre dating one of them. Itâs that you really would rather not have everyone commenting on your body and your⌠tasteful markings.
âCâmon, hun,â Melissa says softly as she lays with you that night. âI think itâll be fun to let our hair down.â
âI really would rather not,â you sigh. âNo one knows about my tattoos, and no one knows about us.â
âThe tattoos arenât a big deal- I think theyâll like to see that you arenât as buttoned up as you like to play. And they donât have to find out about us,â she smirks. âI can keep my eyes and my hands to myself when I want to- just like I do at school.â
âYou came into my room today and ate me out during prep because you were too horny to focus on grading your kidsâ last assignments,â you tell her.
âIt takes two to tango,â she shrugs. âIt was good though, wasnât it?â
You push her off of you. âShut up.â
âAll Iâm saying is, I can control myself if thatâs what youâre worried about for this barbecue,â your girlfriend tells you.
So begrudgingly, you find yourself at this barbecue for the fourth of July. The redhead and you drive separately so as not to give anything away, and you arrive there far too quickly. When you pull up to the kindergarten teacherâs house, youâre impressed. You can smell the food cooking, you hear the music playing from the backyard, and you can hear your boisterous girlfriend already laughing it up with her work wife. You head into the fenced area after taking a deep breath.
âAbout damn time!â Melissa teases you as she winks from the pool. âI was starting to think you werenât gonna show!â
Sheâs saying this to you playfully, but she really was worried you werenât going to pull up to the party, especially since youâre arriving an hour later than her.
âIâm here, Iâm here,â you chuckle nervously as you wrap your thin cardigan around your body subconsciously.
âWell what are you waiting for?â the redhead heckles you. âGrab a drink, and come on in!â
You know she absolutely loves to see you in your bathing suit, and sheâs going to drool when she sees the tattoos that dance around your hips and ribcage. She wonât be able to contain herself.
âIâm actually good right now,â you chuckle. âBut Iâll grab a drink. Mel, you want anything?â
âJust another beer,â she tells you.
Everyone else looks at you like youâre crazy for only asking the redhead. âUh⌠anyone else?â
And thatâs how you essentially become beer girl for the day. Finally, Barb has had enough.
âFor the love of all things holy, Y/N,â she throws her arms in the air. âLet loose a little and show some skin! You have to dying in all those clothes!â
âIâm really okay,â you say softly as you wipe a bit of sweat from your brow.
âSweetheart, if this is about body insecurities,â the kindergarten teacher tells you, although her words are a bit slurred at this point. âNo one is going to care what you look like in a swimsuit.â
âI bet yoâ tasty ass looks a lot better in a bikini than it does in all your buttoned up outfits that match Barbaraâs energy,â Ava comments.
âIâm not always buttoned up,â you roll your eyes. âI just like to maintain some sense of professionalism when Iâm with coworkers.â
âYou think we give a shit about professionalism?â your boss smirks. âI go out clubbinâ every weekend and see half the Abbott parents out too. Janine and Greg were out at a hookah bar and were grinding up on each other. Iâve seen Barb and Melissa get absolutely hammered at PECSA!â
âAnd I am known to have a few too many aperol spritzes from time to time!â Jacob cuts in.
âCome on, baby boo, show us what youse made of!â Ava goads you.
You take a deep breath before opening your eyes again. âYou really wanna see what I look like outside of school?â
Melissaâs eyes widen and her brows creep up her face. You donât shed any clothing, not yet- but you do open your bag and pull out your different jewelry. You expertly take out the clear stud in your nose to exchange it for a hoop. Your earrings are all put in. Even though itâs just a small change, you look like an entirely different person to them- all except Melissa, who loves seeing you like this. She licks her lips subconsciously.
âDamn!â Ava grins. âWe got ourselves a hot little alt girl!â
You roll your eyes at that comment. âGive me a few minutes to go change, and Iâll come in the pool.â
The hostess gives you directions as to where the bathroom is, and you thank her before heading inside to change. You do before throwing your big ripped up band t-shirt overtop of your figure. If youâre going to stun them all, you might as well go all out. You tie your hair up into one of your messier buns before making sure that your âslut strandsâ (because thatâs apparently what the baby hairs that donât make it into the bun are called) look as though theyâre supposed to be there before heading back outside.
Your secret girlfriendâs eyes go wide as you make your way into the fenced in area. You swear you see the smallest droplet of drool escape her mouth as her eyes stay trained on you.Â
âHappy?â you ask your work friends.
âWeâd be happier if you took off the hot t-shirt,â the principal smirks as she sips her seltzer.Â
With a roll of your eyes, you peel off the shirt, revealing all of the tattoos that you have.
âYou have tattoos?â Janine is mesmerized.
You shrug as you slowly start to make your way into the pool. âYoung Y/N mistakes.â
âThey look amazing though! Iâve always wanted a tattoo, but Iâm too scared that itâll hurt or get infected or that Iâll-â
âYou just have to find something that means something to you and brace yourself. And then itâs just simple aftercare. Not too bad at all.â
âAre we really gonna ignore the fact that our good little teacher is secretly an alternative hottie with a body?â Ava gestures to you wildly. âLike, damn girl. I knew you were fit, but I didnât know you was gonna look like-â
âEnough,â you cut her off as you grab a float and situate yourself on it. You push yourself so that youâre close to Melissa, and she hangs off of your raft. âI donât need my boss objectifying me.â
But she doesnât get the hint- she never really does. And you can see the way that your girlfriend is getting more and more aggravated. Silently, you nudge her with your foot and shoot her a look, telling her to cool it.
You spend the afternoon in the pool before itâs time to start cooking some more food. Gerald comes out to take everyoneâs orders, but you absolutely insist on helping to cook with him. It only seems right since theyâre hosting, and you quite like to barbecue.
So you climb out of the pool. You can practically feel Avaâs eyes on you as your sun kissed skin glows. You wrap your towel around your body, and sheâs immediately booing.
âShow that body, girl!â she tells you.
âIâm going to be grilling,â you roll your eyes. âI ainât trying to barbecue myself.â
When youâve deemed that youâre dry enough thanks to the sun still out and your closeness to the grill, you unwrap yourself from the towel. Ava cheers. Why is she always around? Her applause quickly dies though when you reach for your t-shirt and pull it over your head.
You continue to help Barbaraâs husband, making small talk with him, when he asks you something that entirely throws you for a loop.
âSo, you and Melissa?â
You look at him as though he has four heads. âWhat about it?â
âThe two of you together or what?â
âWhat are you talking about?â you feign shock.
âI see the way she stares at you,â he shrugs. âAnd not the way that Ava is⌠thereâs something there, even if you donât know it yet.â
âI think youâre crazy,â you lie through your teeth.
âBarb thinks thereâs something there too,â he tuts. âAnd that was before you revealed yourself to be little miss alt girl. Funnily enough, thatâs exactly Melissaâs type.â
You roll your eyes. âWeâre coworkers.â
âThat ainât stopping your boss from flirting with you,â he chuckles. âAll Iâm sayin is-â
âIs the food almost ready yet?â Melissa calls from her place in the pool. âAnd will you grab me another beer, hun?â
You donât make a move, and Gerald laughs. âShe ainât callinâ me âhunâ. That oneâs all you.â
âAlmost,â you call back. âAnd you just want another Yuengling?â
âPlease!â
You grab the beverage, opening it up for her before making your way back towards the pool. Sheâs in the middle though, so you peel your shirt off again and make your way in to deliver it her.
âBody-ody-ody-ody-â the principal starts dancing, making quite a few splashes in the water.
âAva!â Barbara tuts.
You roll your eyes as you climb back out of the pool and make your way back over to the grill, not wanting to hear how your boss will respond to being scolded.Â
Dinner is wonderful, itâs cleaned up, and then you find yourself back in the pool as the sun starts to go down and the moon starts to rise. Gerald comes out to light up the tikis that they have around the outside, and he waves.
âAlrighty, Iâm heading in for the night, but it was wonderful to see you all again.â
âThank you, dear,â Barbara blows him a kiss.
That leaves you and the rest of the Abbott crew to spend some time in the moonlight together. Somehow, the conversation leads to you and the less professional side that youâve now shown them.
âSo, when did you get your first tattoo?â Janine asks you.
âThree days after I turned eighteen,â you laugh as you float alongside your girlfriend. âGot my nose pierced the first weekend I went to college. My mom was so pissed.â
âWhy?â Barbara of all people asks. âItâs an expression.â
âShe hates them,â you roll your eyes. âTold me if I got tattoos and a nose ring, sheâd kick me out of the house⌠she never did.â
Melissa chuckles. âSounds like-â
âSounds like what, Melissa?â Barb cuts her off with a raised eyebrow.
âSounds like our generation,â your girlfriend states quickly. Sheâs thankful itâs dim, or everyone wouldâve seen the panicked look on her face.
âWho carees?â Ava asks. âItâs fuckinâ hot. If I had known that you were hiding all of that under your stuffy attire, damn⌠I wouldâve been hitting on you way more.â
âWhich is why I wear what I wear at school,â you deadpan.
âI mean, really⌠my boyfriend and I would love to-â
âEnough,â your girlfriend practically hisses.
The entire crew looks to the redhead. âWhatâs got your panties in such a twist?â
âJust shut up. Stop talking about her like that,â Melissa tells your group. âOr else.â
âOr else what, Melissa?â Ava presses.Â
âOr else youâre gonna have to deal with Y/Nâs girlfriend,â the redhead snaps. âWho just so happens to be me.â
You press your lips together in a fine line as you look anywhere but where your friends are floating around the pool.
They all immediately start questioning both you and the second grade teacher.
âWhat do you mean sheâs your girlfriend?â a chorus of voices ask.
Only Barbara smirks. âI knew it.â
Melissa looks to you as she pulls you and your float in tight. âThatâs right. Y/N is my girl, and yâall better stop ogling her before I throw youse in with the wolves at the zoo.â
âMel,â you roll your eyes at her threat.
âIâm serious!â she hisses as she points a finger at Ava. âI know a guy who can make it happen, and I wonât hesitate to use him if you donât stop drooling over my girl!â
âSince when has this been a thing?â Jacob asks. âIf I had known you swung that way, Mel Mel⌠we wouldâve been at Woodyâs this whole time!â
âAnd that is why no one knew,â she rolls her eyes. âIâm past my days at Woodyâs.â
âWell what about you, Y/N?â the middle school teacher asks. âYou and me? Woodyâs?â
âIn your dreams, Hill,â you tease. âMaybe a more low key gay bar though.â
âSo, when did this come about?â Barbara asks, quite interested. âIâve been telling Melissa to go after you since you sauntered your way in- and that was before I knew you were a little alt girl- exactly her type.â
âCaught her at the grocery store one day,â Melissa shrugs. âWe went out the next Monday⌠been together since.â
âItâs been, what? Four months?â
âFour months, two weeks, six days,â the redhead says casually. âAnd enjoying every moment of it.â
âGood on you,â Barbara cheers as she holds her drink in the air.
âSo stop all your flirting with my girl, or there will be hell to pay, and Iâll make it look like it was an accident,â Melissa pointedly tells the group.
Ava puts her hands in the air in surrender before pursing her lips together. âWhat if both of you-â
âAva!â
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âđšThird Drink: A distraction is all he wanted, yet you came in like a bourbon whiskey that gave him a massive hangover. đ¸
đ§: The Weeknd - After Hours
wc: 964
genre & warnings: angst, like angst no happy ending, clubbing, drinking, hints of toxic situationship, cursing, etc etc
a/n: this is a part of The After Hours Bar series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.
Jeno stirred in his sheets. The air-conditioning's blow is cold, but he's weirdly feeling hot.. or maybe his head is hot because of annoyance and longing.
He cursed and grabbed his phone on his night stand, glaring at the time and checking your shared location that you forgot to turn off.
It's fucking 2:37 am and you're still up and partying around in some bar.
Oh, he hates it, and he's about to do something about it or else he'll finally lose his sanity for good.
He stands up from his bed, grabbing a nearby hoodie that was hanging in his gaming chair and leaving his apartment without freshening himself up.
He speeds towards the bar you're at, entering it without much problem because let's be for real, he knows the bouncer in these kinds of bars. He puts every last one of his friends and family's experience with the outside world with the amount of clubbing and partying he's done for the past month.
A month without you in his life, and he's regretting it since.
He doesn't know what kind of evil spirit had possessed him when he decided to break your heart. Choosing another girl that only loves him for his money.
Taking you for granted, laughing in your face at how stupid you are for thinking that you have a chance with him. Mocking you for allowing the one night stand and the dates that followed after.
He was the biggest asshole for treating you like shit yet here he is, traversing through the sweaty and disgusting bodies of the party-goers, in a herculean journey of finding you.
His eyes scoured the vicinity of the neon lighted building, looking for your familiar figure that he desperately wants to hold in his arms.
His heart skipped a beat when he had finally spotted you, holed up in the corner of a booth and drinking a cocktail all by yourself.
He immediately trudged in your direction, stiffly standing in front of you and he felt like dying when you made eye contact with him.
You're so fucking gorgeous.
Without his functioning rationality and your impaired brain in a haywire, he impulsively dragged you out of the bar while your whirling mind took a moment to discern what was actually happening.
Snapping out of it, you harshly tug your hand back, glaring at him with storms in your eyes when you realize that you're in the middle of a dimly lit street with him.
The road is something that you have seen before, the way to your former shared house with him.
"Jeno? What the fuck?" you rubbed your wrist, skin slightly red with how tight his hold was on you a while ago.
"Y/N." he calls your name, reaching out for you but you quickly back away, "Y/N please. Let's go home, yeah?"
He's kidding right now, isn't he?
Home is nowhere near him, it once was, but when he carelessly tossed your fragile heart out of the window, he became an asylum that you didn't want to go back to again.
"Leave me alone, will you? Gosh, I-I can't do this with you." you scoffed, blurry eyes due to the alcohol but the fresh early morning breeze somehow cleared your head.
You know that you can't give in to his puppy eyes, you're not weak anymore. You are not the Y/N that he knew.
Jeno frowned, not exactly liking the way you're rejecting him.
"Y/N, don't be stubborn. Please-"
"Save your begging Jeno. You should've done that ages ago when I was naive as fuck. But that won't work now." you cut him off, having enough of his bullshit for today.
You finally had the energy to go out and have fun after a month of grieving over him. Then he appears out of nowhere to ruin your delicately glued self after you worked so hard to put your pieces back together.
"I'm so sorry Y/N, please. Will you hear me out? no alcohol in Jeno's system but it seems like he's the intoxicated one, drunk off of you and he doesn't know what to do with the conflicting emotions he's having.
He took your silence as a cue to continue his mini rant.
"I am well aware that I have been nothing but a foolish dumbass towards you but.. it's hell without you. Please, take me back again. I promise I'll be a better man. I'll take care of you, I'll love you like how you deserve to be loved."
He is basically on his knees and you couldn't help but want to slap his handsome face.
His confession is everything but fake, his words are full of sincerity.
Breathing is difficult without you around. Heck, even doing the mundane things feels like a drag whenever he wakes up in the morning without you by his side.
He did everything to forget you. Drinking all day, spending shit tons of money over useless things. But it was never adequate, nothing is able to compensate for the emptiness he's feeling ever since you left.
He needed you the most in his life.
"Jeno.." you mumbled his name, your lower lip quivering and he almost stumbled his way over to you to comfort you, but your next sentence blew out any hope in his candle.
As much as you love him, you have to choose yourself over anything else.
"I'm sorry Jeno but I can't. I will never ever return to you again. I'll borrow your words from before."
You took a deep breath, turning on your heels so he's now facing your back before ultimately slapping him with the reality he's been denying.
"Why would I settle for anything less when I deserve the best?"
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ANGELS STILL EXSIST?
pairings : barista!seungcheol x fem!reader
genre : angst with little fluff in it , strangers to acquaintances
warnings : mention of food , lonliness , agoraphobia (being scared of crowded place) , overthinking , anxiety / panic attack , reader being harsh to herself , struggle to breath , people making fun of reader , mention of bulimia ( not at all ) , tears , few swearing
wc: 1.8k
synopsis : s.o. just has a messed up mind, and Seungcheol is in the right spot in the right time
an : starting school in one day so manifesting that it will be not hard write trought the school year + changed my dividers because the previous ones were basic asf. My frist time writing a thing like that so yes i know this isn't the best đ
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today was not your day but again, when it was ? At least, you got dropped earlier from work, so you just decided to make a quick stop to the near bar. You went here for like, 2 times? and it was long ago but you always overhear your coworkers talking about how they always try to make in time to eat ones of their breakfast. They must have gold hands then?
[5.17pm]
as you enter in the cozy bar, the little bell above the door makes everyone knows your presence. It wasn't that crowdy, fortunately. You just wanted to chill and eat as you were starving after your tiring work today. In you sight, you can only see an old couple ejoying their tea while behind the counter a young and lovely man raise his head as soon he hears the familiar sound
"what we order for you?" he asks when you stand up in front of him. His soft smile shows his single dimple and makes his eyes go so cutely tiny "a capuccino" you reply, completely forgotting about your hungry state "that's all?" he involountary remembers you that you haven't eat nothing for hours "oh, a brioche too" the guy behind the counter nods, inviting you to take a seat
and now, you get why they love this place. It wasn't for the food (well, also this) but you founded this so comfortable, maybe you liked it better than your home. From your house you can't eat a spetacular brioches, smell the good things that they prepare at the moment, you can't hear the sound of the laughter filling the athmosphere while watching the stunning sun setting down the flower sitting outside the bar. Your house was nothing compared to his: your cooking skill weren't this good, the smell was nothing but the atrocius gas coming from the cars running down the street. Your house was always so soundless, no laughter filling it, and from your window no sunset can be seen.
It wasn't a home, it was just an house, but you never really realized how sad and underwhelming it was.
Your thoughts got distracted from the same guy - Seungcheol, you can read from his tag now - serving you what you ordered, "eat well" his smile was always here, and you find it so cute but you wonder how many times he fakes it, what's under it. You just smile back at him, thanking him. Overall, they were so right about this place, its like entering in another world.
[2 days after]
you never liked waking up early, but what you were doing today? You just woke up 30 earlier than usual just to experience the same coziness before going to work. It was so additcing, not your fault
You get dressed in your usual clothes, swatpants and big coat because it was damn cold outside. Just the walk from your front door to your car, freezed your cheeks and nose making them slightly red. Maybe you were too sensitive, but anyway you rushed trowards the car door, making inside and putting on your playlist to wram you up. You hum along the songs, tapping your fingers on the wheel, involountary smiling as you know the warm and cozy place will confort you.
It wasn't like you expected tho, you widen your mouth when you see the amount of person entering and exting the bar. Even tought it was all cute, the big sign with the cutest writing and the colorfull flower standing outside, you didn't finded it cute anymore with all this people. You was so stupid, ofcurse it would be crowded if they are making the best breakfasts. Your soul was fighting inside: you were a grown woman, how you can't go inside a place only because people were in there. It sounded so redicolous to yourself, you can't even imagine what people would think. Otherwise, you wanted to taste another time the delicious brioche you eated only two days ago, it was so good that just thinking about it was making your mouth watering. You didn't even did breakfast at home for this reason, it was time to take aside your childish fears, no?
The cold weather hitted once again your cheeks, making you walk faster trowards the entrace and without even thinking about it, you were in. Maybe it was a bad choice as your legs were trembling under your warm sweatpants, but now you're here. You can't just walk outside againg, you would look dumb. What the other people would think of you? an odd weird kid. They would laugh while telling the not-so-funny story to ther friends, coworkers, family. And what if they recognize you in the street again? they would laugh right in your face for sure. What if, what if, wha-
"omg, y/n is here" the sound of a voice calling you out makes you raise your eyes from your shoes. You hide your head more into your scarf when the familiar faces are right in front you, and this makes you wish you never left your car or maybe your house. You awkwardly smile at their not welcomed figure, letting out an hand from your pocked to give the girls a little wave. You never get along your coworkers that much, you just ended up with no friends inside the place so they just makes little fun of you. Nothing you can't handle, it was common, but you being already overwhelmed because of the crowd inside of the place wasn't helping you at all. "what are you doing here? you eat for real?" you giggle with them, when they make fun of yourself, "it wasn't even funny" you wish you had the courage to say that, but in reality you just stand here while they makes fun of you. "make sure you don't throw up after eating, mh" the disgusting hand lands on you cheek, caressing it while her fake caring tone only makes you feel dizzy. Making fun of you just because you're skinnier than them wasn't funny.
You watch them walking away, well you can't properly do this. Your eyes were itching because of the tears wrapping them, and your head spinning wasn't helping at all. Your slightly trembing hands were making a pounch inside of your coat pockets because you were angry, sad, tired, defenceless and weak at the same time. The troath was now completely dry, you weren't even sure if you were able to speak to someone in few minutes, adding to your heavy chest. You were having a panic attack for sure. You went trought this many times before, so you should know how to deal with it, but it was like you can't even think straight right now, never wishing more to someone rescue you.
And it was like today the planets were all on your side, literally an angel falling from the sky. When you hear the soft voice speaking almost near to you ear, taking one of your arm walking you somewhere, you tought you was in heaven. 'This is real life or I just died?' were your exactly tought. "i'm sorry to bother you, I just saw what happened" the guy says, but it was like you weren't even listening him. "sit down" he places both hands on your shoulder, forcing you to take a sit in a place you never seen, but it seems more like the back of a local. "okay, kay, it's okay" probably he was looking at you with pity eyes, and it just sound so ridiculous. Your eyes weren't able to contain this amount of water, they just needed to escape somewhere. Your elaborated breath was making your chest havier and more painful, at the point that it started to be harder to breath by yourself. "gosh" he humble, Seungcheol was mad worried for you. It may sound weird but as an empathetic, yes, he was so worried about a stranger, half-stranger. He noticed you right away when you entered for the frist time to the bar, you looked so pretty in your big coat that was pratically eating you. It looked so obvious in your face your tiredness but in his eyes, you still looked so gorgeous. Something in you attracted him that he almost jumped from happiness when you appared again today. He was praying all day long hoping that you would show up so he could make a move and well, now he is making a move, not the one he expected tho.
"watch my breath, can you?" he kneels in front of you, his hand slipping down to your shaky arms and it may looks nothing, but his hands were bringing you the comfort you always wanted, not only when your mental health was messing with you. His brown eyes never leaving yours for a sec, piearcing right inside of you. "you need to match my breath, you can do it" his voice like honey for your hears, he wans't rushing you neither disrespecting your boundaries. Your heart was literally racing inside of you, and so many thoughts were going inside of your head. Why you weren't able to controll your attack today, you always deal with it but it was like you weren't in your body anymore. You was wondering why a stranger was helping you, there were still angels in this earth. What the fuck he was thinking of you, maybe you just looked so ugly, rediculus or like a kid. His bar was so full of people, he must be working right now but you were probably just a pain in the ass for him.
"stop thinking, focus on my breath" his hand moves on your chin now, slightly raising your head, while he gently caress your cold cheek. It didn't disgust you as before, his touch was gentle, almost scared of breaking you, that it brought a feeling of inexplicable calm. Your eyes glued on his lip, following his same peace.
"i'm so sorry" you take deep breaths when you were able to talk again without killing yourself for the lack of air. Now that you were able to think straight, the face of the guy seems so familiar to you. "for?" the guy tilt to one side his head, still kneeling in front of you while his hands lay on your knees. He looked so cute when his dimple shows, while his hair moves to his forehead because of the movement. Your hands were playing with each other, still feeling a little embarassed. Doing this, your eyes land on the tag attacked on his brown apron. "Seungcheol" it was supposted to be a thought, but it involountary slipped out of your mouth, "yeah, that's me. What's your name?" your cheeks turn red when you realize, making him giggle. Almost wishpering your name, you stand up from the chair, making Seungcheol standing up too. "you must be busy, i'm sorry that i bothered you. We can go back inside" you words were almost impossible to understand as your voice was so low and still a little cracked for the crying.
"don't worry, stay here, I can bring you something to eat" he invites you to take a sit again, but you were to stubborn. You already fucked up his schedule, you weren't bothering him any more. Plus, your work was waiting you soon. "Don't bother, go back to work. I have to go to mine soon" your still red eyes looked at him, and those were the things that weren't convincing him at all. "I insist, you must be hungry. I can take you to work if you want"
how angels can still exist?
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The Boss Part 2 -Oneshot
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Part 1 Part 3
Y/N never ended up moving out of Buckyâs house. It was just easier, what with them being able to carpool to work together, and being in a new relationship. Although they had skipped multiple steps in what a normal relationship would look like, she wouldnât change anything. Normally she was very good at keeping work at work, and home at home, but today she had been playing phone tag with the lawyer on the other side of one of Buckyâs cases, trying to set up a mediation meeting.
She sighed and rubbed her eyes, sitting at the bar counter at the kitchen island, her notebook and work Ipad spread out in front of her. She was already in her sleep shorts and tank top, her favorite silky robe on and her hair tied up and away from her face. âI understand that, Mr. Barton. Iâm just trying to set up an appointment for the meeting. So again, what time and day work best for you?â
Y/N caught movement from the corner of her eye, glancing up and almost choking at the sight before her. Bucky was walking out from the hallway that led to the bedrooms, shirtless, wet, with only a towel on that was hanging dangerously low on his hips. He smirked at her as he headed for the fridge. Â
âUhâŚwhat? Iâm sorry, yes, Thursday works. What time?â Y/N sputtered, trying to focus back on her Ipad, typing on the screen with her finger. She looked up at him again to find him staring back at her already. He drank the water heâd grabbed slowly, his free hand holding the towel up.
âGet off the phone, doll,â he murmured quietly. âHome is home.â
She held up a finger to him, making his eyebrows raise high. âMr. Barton, I understand that, but we need to have a specific time scheduled. Both you and Mr. Barnes are busy men, and have multiple other meetings and clients to attend to. What time on Thursday can I put you and your client down for mediation?â
Bucky set down his water bottle and walked around the island, standing behind her. His hands were warm from the shower heâd taken as he slipped them up her back to her shoulders, massaging them lightly before his left hand pulled down the sleeve of her robe as well as the strap of her tank top, letting them hang down on her bicep as he leaned down and kissed her shoulder. His kisses progressed across her skin to her neck, then up to the spot behind her ear that was her sensitive spot. Y/N shuddered as he kissed and then licked it, trying to subtly inch away from him. âHang up the phone and schedule tomorrow, Y/N,â he whispered in her ear. âWeâre home.â
Y/N felt her last bit of patience snap as she was being distracted by Bucky and her annoyance with Barton not being decisive. She pushed Bucky away and faced him as she huffed. âMr. Barton, it is 8:00 p.m. on a Friday night! The fact that we are even having this conversation right now is absolutely ridiculous. I am scheduling you and your client to come in next Thursday at 10:00 a.m. Either you show up and get this case figured out, or you fail to appear and the judge will decide your clientâs fate. Do I make myself clear?â Bucky bit his lip to stop himself from laughing as the silence from Bartonâs end hung in the air. There was a low mumble in the phone and Y/N shut her eyes. âWonderful. See you then.â She hung up the phone and dropped it on the counter. âFor fuckâs sake, Bucky,â she groaned.
âHey, we made an agreement that work is work and home is home,â he said, stepping closer to her and cupping her face in his hands. âNo work calls after hours.â
âOh, Iâm sorry I was figuring out a scheduling conflict for you with an ass of a man who couldnât make a decision until hell froze over,â Y/N scoffed. âIâve been playing phone tag with that douchebag and his assistant all day, so when he finally called back I wasnât about to do it all over again without getting it scheduled and done!â
Bucky merely chuckled, leaning down and kissing her cheek. âYouâre cute when youâre flustered,â he murmured. âI donât see you get like that very often.â
Y/N rolled her eyes, biting back a smile. âIâm sorry I lost my cool,â she sighed. âAnd Iâll apologize to Mr. Bartonââ
âDonât you dare,â Bucky said, continuing his kisses across her face. âHe needed to hear it. Doing mediations with him is a test in professionalism and patience.â He skimmed his lips across her lips. âBut you still shouldnât have taken his call.â
âBuckââ she whined.
He suddenly hoisted her out of the chair and over his shoulder, heading towards his room. Y/N yelped, slapping his bare back. âWhat are you doing? Put me down!â she said, before she let out a loud âOof!â as he dropped her on his bed. Bucky started stripping her of her clothes, shoving her hands away when she tried to grab his wrists. He took the belt out of her robe and used it to tie her hands together at her wrists, then pushed her hands above her head. âOkay, uhâŚas fun as this seems, seriously, what are you doing?â Y/N asked quietly.
Bucky ignored her as his fingers tickled down her arms to her chest, his eyes watching his hands as he flicked over her nipples and kneaded her breasts. Y/Nâs breath stuttered as he felt her up, then leaned down and kissed her chest. âI said âwork is work, and home is home.â What part of that did you not understand?â Y/N scoffed, and Bucky pinched her nipples in retaliation, making her hiss. Â
âIt wasnât my fault,â Y/N whined again.
Bucky quickly gripped her jaw, forcing her to look at him as he lifted himself to her eye level. âWork is work, and home is home. Say it.â His gaze was intense, a slight frown in his brow as he stared at her. Her eyes widened as she felt like her heart and nether regions were fluttering.
âWork is work, and home is home,â Y/N repeated quietly.
Buckyâs eyes softened, his grip loosening. âGood girl,â he praised her. He kissed her before leaning to whisper in her ear. âIs this okay?â he asked.
âYes,â Y/N whispered back. She wasnât afraid of him, just excited at what this new dynamic might mean for them. She appreciated how careful he was being, considering her abusive past, and she smiled and turned her head to kiss his cheek. âI trust you.â
Bucky smiled and kissed her ear. He pulled back and went back to feeling down from her breasts, over her stomach to her hips and down over her thighs, pulling them wider apart. His head dipped down to continue kissing then randomly licking and sucking over parts of her body. His thumbs massaged the crease between her legs to her pussy as he kissed her lower stomach. She was squirming beneath him, her hips trembling. âSay it again,â he commanded.
âWork is work, and home is h-h-home,â Y/N stuttered.
Bucky licked a broad stripe up her lower lips, pulling a deep moan from her. âWhat was that?â he asked, kissing over her clit.
âWork is work,â Y/N was panting now, the anticipation and pressure building quickly in her pussy. âHome is home. Bucky, please!â
He slapped her clit with his hand and she gasped. âWhat did you call me?â he asked, his voice rough and gravelly. Â
âIâm sorryâŚhandsome,â she panted. âPlease, please handsome. I need you.â
Bucky smirked at the pet name. âGood girl,â he praised her again, making her preen. He dipped his head back down and started licking and sucking at her clit and down into her pussy. Y/Nâs hips bucked against his face every time he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. Without thinking after a few minutes she lowered her hands and gripped his hair as she tried to pull him where she wanted. Bucky was suddenly at eye level with her again, his eyes piercing as his hand pulled her hands from his hair and held her hands above her head again firmly. âYou were being so good, doll,â he said in a mocking, sad tone. Â
âNo! No no, Iâm sorry handsome. I wonât do it again!â Y/N said frantically.
Bucky hadnât even removed the towel around his hips yet, and finally undid it enough to free his hard cock. Without any warning he thrust into her completely. Y/Nâs back arched, a loud moan coming from her at the mix of pleasure and pain at having him all at once. His other hand came up and gripped her jaw again. âYouâve been bad twice now,â he said lowly, rutting his hips into her. âTaking a work call at home, then moving without permission during your punishment. What am I gonna do with you, huh?â Y/N could barely understand what he was saying, the throbbing in her clit and her pussy drowning out any other thoughts. Buckyâs hand slipped down to her throat, squeezing lightly. âIâm gonna fuck you however I want, and youâre gonna take it and show me how good you can be, right doll?â
âYes!â Y/N shrieked as he snapped his hips into her. âYes handsome!â
âGood girl,â he said, then let go of her throat and her wrists. âDonât move those hands,â he commanded, and she nodded. His hands moved to her legs, lifting them until she was nearly folded in half, then started pounding into her at a frantic pace. Â
Y/N could only hold on, her hands fisting the blankets above her as she tried to keep her legs spread wide and up for him. They had only just begun experimenting with rougher sex and authoritative dynamics in their relationship, seeing where each other was comfortable. Today was a new experience, her mind slipping into a foggy delirium of pure pleasure. Bucky was hitting deep at the angle he had her in, and she could feel the pressure of her orgasm building. Her pussy fluttered around him, making his hips shake and stutter in their pace.
âUh uh, you donât get to cum yet,â Bucky snarled, slapping her ass cheek. âNot yet, doll.â
âHandsomeâŚplease,â Y/N breathed, her head thrashing as she fought back against her body. âI canâtâŚI canât!â
âYes you can,â Bucky said, rolling his hips a few times to deny her impending finish. Y/N whined at the change in pace, her hips instinctively trying to roll into his. âYou can be good and wait. Iâm not done with you yet.â He pulled out and maneuvered her to lay on her stomach, her hands still stretched out high above her head, her hips in the air, forcing her face into the bed. He entered back into her roughly, the sweaty skin slapping on skin and the creamy, wet sound coming from her pussy echoing in the room. His hands kneaded her ass cheeks roughly as he fucked her, then she heard him spit and wetness splashed against her asshole. His right thumb massaged the spit into and around the hole, then slowly and carefully pushed into it. Y/N moaned at being filled both ways, sounding more gravelly by the second as her voice started to give out. âThatâs it, doll. Fuck, you look so pretty like this. IâmâŚshit, Iâm gonna cum!â
Y/N nodded against the bed, her hips pushing back into him, desperate for him to fill her. âYes! Please, I want it. I want it so bad, handsome, please. Please? Iâll be so good, I promiseââ
âGod, I love when you beg,â Bucky huffed a laugh as his thumb and his cock thrust into her. His other hand reached around and his fingers flicked at her clit fast. âCum, doll. Cum for me, NOW!â
Y/N was nearly hyperventilating, the pressure building until she finally toppled over the edge. She screamed as she came hard around him, her hips shaking and bucking violently against him, her knees giving out and sinking her entire body into the bed. Bucky followed her, pistoning his hips into her against the bed until he gasped then groaned loudly, cumming deep inside her as his entire front laid over her back, his forehead pressed hard into her left shoulder with his arm still underneath her and flicking her clit randomly, prolonging her orgasm. Y/N was a shaking, slobbery, tear-streaked mess by the time she felt the ripples start to edge away from her consciousness. Bucky eventually stopped rutting into her, pulling his hand from underneath her and slowly pulling his thumb out of her ass with a muted pop. Â
âHoly shit, doll, that was amazing,â he moaned. He started kissing all along her shoulders and back. âYou were so goodâŚyou are so good. My sweet babydoll.â Y/N hummed. Bucky pulled out of her, groaning at the mess they made together. He turned her over to face him, chuckling at her debauched look. âWas that okay?â he asked.
âYeah,â Y/N murmured, barely able to move. âFuck yeah.â
He laughed again and laid down next to her, pulling her in to cuddle with her. âSo whatâs the rule?â he asked after a moment of silence.
âWork is work, and home is home,â Y/N replied automatically, nuzzling into his chest.
âDamn right,â Bucky smirked, kissing her forehead.Â
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the best man â daniel ricciardo
daniel ricciardo x you (femreader) | 6.5k summary â heâs the best man, youâre the maid of honour. heâs charming and handsome, youâre single and looking for a good time. itâs an open bar wedding in swan valley and oh, heâs your ex boyfriend â what could go wrong? warnings â 18+ (sex, coarse language)
It had been 2 years in the making, the event of the decade your best friend had humbly coined her nuptials. And she was right â her and Blake had been waiting for what felt like a lifetime to show their love to the world or more specifically, to nearly 400 of their closest friends and family. It had been quite the build up with a global pandemic getting in the way and coordinating a wedding in Australia when so many of their guests were travelling in from overseas wasnât easy. But they persevered and had finally made it to their wedding eve, guests from around the world checking into nearby hotels and resorts, excited for their big day.
For you, however, it was the rehearsal dinner that had you on edge from the second you stepped off your delayed Qantas flight that morning â stomach in knots over the unknown of it all. The few details that you were aware of were the ones that had you tangled up; the first being that you were Sarahâs maid of honour, one that you took very seriously but because of the border lockdowns and hectic work schedules, you hadnât been as involved as you wouldâve liked.
The second detail was the one that really had you in a chokehold. Up until this point, youâd avoided the inevitable, relief washing over you every time either Blake or Sarah said he couldnât make it to the wedding party zoom call or when a suit fitting that Sarah had begged you to come along to was cancelled. Avoiding him had been a breeze so far, your communications kept mediated between your two best friends.
But today was D-day.
âYou are rocking that LBD, girlie.â
Sarahâs voice brought you out of your phone and into the present, her bright white smile lighting up the room. It was the happiest youâd even seen your best friend and that alone was enough of a reason to grin and bear what was to come with him.
âWell I am technically single and hopefully out of the thousands of people youâve invited to your shin-dig, thereâs at least one suitor for me to have a crack at,â You winked, âBut not your uncle Graham â heâs not my type.â
Sarah rolled her eyes and turned towards the full length mirror propped up beside your chair, âHeâs back with Aunty Shirl so donât worry⌠But I do know someone else who is single â definitely your type and actually mentioned you a few times last week.â
An interested hum slipped from your lips, curious to know who had been asking about you. Maybe you were in luck.
âWho was it?â
The way Sarah smirked and flicked her long blonde, perfectly curled hair off her shoulder shouldâve given her away; âJust a friend of Blakeâs â the classic tall, dark and handsome, you know⌠Brown eyes, absolutely hilarious and such a gentlemanâŚâ She continued, her tone teasing.
You blinked a couple of times, completely deadpanned as you stared your best friend down; âYou better not be talking about Dan.â
âHeâs still hung up on you, babe.â Sarah confessed, treading carefully.
âI donât care,â You whined, irritated that this conversation was even happening. It had taken you months to move on, to mend your broken heart and now here you were, getting the run around by your supposed best friend who only wanted what was best for you. In her opinion, that was Daniel Ricciardo.
âWell just be civil with him. I know things didnât end well and I know that you blame him for all of it and rightfully so,â Sarah quickly added, sensing your narrowed stare, âBut you did love him once upon a time. A lot. And I know that you love me and wouldnât do anything to fuck up my moment so get your sexy butt up so I can go see my husband.â
âAye, aye captain.â
Anything to end this conversation, you thought.
Caversham House was beautiful. Everywhere you looked was picture-perfect â from the balcony overlooking the river to the four-story high waterfall framing the immaculate gardens, not to mention the painstakingly placed candles and floral arrangements hanging in every room. It was spectacular, tastefully extravagant and definitely worth the twelve-month wait.
The rehearsal dinner was strictly wedding party and parents only; everyone would have to wait until tomorrow to witness the event of the decade. Blake was the first person to come up and greet you, having only seen you a couple hours before when youâd arrived at the villas nearby. Michael was closely following behind with his wide smile; always making you feel loved,regardless of what had happened between you and his best friend.
âItâs really good to see you. Been too long, ey?â He asked, the pained inflection on his voice making you pout before you were ushered away by one of the other bridesmaids, promising him that youâd meet him at the bar for a drink later.
He was easy to pick out a crowd. The one who shall not be named; who had broken your heart into a million tiny pieces; who left you with nothing but an empty promise that maybe, one day he would find his way back to you. Utter bullshit.
He was standing with Sarah and her parents who practically raised you, chilled beer in his hand, smiles on their faces and loud laughs rousing the flock of ducks floating across the pond behind them. That fucking smile made you sick because itâs what landed you with said broken heart. Stunned in place, unable to process seeing him again after so long. It had only been six months but it felt like a lifetime without him â and without that stupidly infectious smile.
Daniel was the first to notice you walking over; truth be told, heâd been looking for you the second he stepped out of his hire car twenty minutes ago. Subtle scans of the garden and beyond, peeks over the balcony he was standing on, hoping to see you. He ached thinking about this moment, even last night in his hotel in Perth he thought about you â and whether you would speak to him, or even glance his way. You would have to, right? He was the best man and you were the maid of honour. Surely.
âHi guys,â You smiled, confidence summoned out of nowhere, surprising yourself. Sarahâs parents were quick to pull you into a cuddle, claiming that you were too cool and way too busy for them these days, which the latter was true. You felt guilty but also knew they understood. They appreciated the little moments like this where they could get their whole family together again and you felt lucky to be a small part of that.
âWe were just talking to Daniel about the season starting in a few weeks â are you going to be at the first race, love?â Sarahâs mum asked, and you hadnât even registered that she was talking to you, assuming that everyone knew by now that you and Daniel had broken up.
Her question, albeit innocent, felt like a punch to the gut â one of the many painful reminder of how interconnected your life together had been for so many years. She wasn't the last person that weekend to remind you of what you'd lost, opening old wounds over and over.
âActually Mum, I should go and find Blake and get started â your seats are over hereâŚâ Sarah was quick to jump into action, ushering her parents over to their table and leaving you and Daniel alone for what felt like the longest minute of your life.
He looked nervous but happy to see you. He looked jetlagged like you, and the way his frazzled curls fell onto his face indicated that the humidity had gotten to him already, the obscene summer heat doing the same to you. The small smile tugging on the sides of his mouth eased you, the quiet whistle he made also allowed you to relax. He was good at filling in uncomfortable silences â you, not so much.
âSoâŚâ You drawled, pondered out loud trying to fill the void, âKeeping well?â
Daniel stopped whistling and stifled a laugh at your seemingly innocuous question, âReally?â
âWell, what do you want me to say?â You sharply shot back, chuckling at his judgement, âGreat to see you? Howâs the family? LikeâŚâ
Daniel shuffled his feet on the pavement and looked up at the darkening sky above, âNo, youâre right â Iâm sorry. Itâs just⌠so fucking weird seeing you after â after everything that happened in Austin,â He leaned forward and whispered, eyes boring into yours as he spoke.
You gave him a small nod, hard features softening the longer you held his stare. You always felt safe in those eyes but right now, you couldnât let yourself get lost in them like you usually would. Daniel could sense your vulnerability and averted his gaze to his sneakers, saving you both from the heartache.
âI know but I donât want to stress them out,â You looked over at Sarah and Blake who were speaking with their MC, âSo letâs keep our distance and get through the weekend without any drama, please?â
Daniel frowned at your suggestion, wanting the complete opposite of distance but he knew he had no right to fight you on it âSure...â He settled, a pang of disappointment shooting through his chest, âI can do that.â
âGreat.â
You turned on your heel and set your sights on the job at hand. It was no mean feat being the maid of honour to someone as capricious as Sarah but she was glowingly in love; blissful compared to a week ago when she called you in the middle of the night crying, thinking that sheâd forgotten to book a DJ. Of course you reassured her and sent her the wedding itinerary for the hundredth time that week, easing her nerves like only a best friend could.
And Daniel was in the same predicament, moving around the room wrangling groomsmen into their agreed upon seating arrangement. All of this ensuing chaos hidden behind your respective smiles and you knew then that at some point you would have to join forces; like you did when you were together. Five years of being the dream team.
âWhy did they decide to have a million people in their wedding party?â You whispered once everyone was seated; now waiting for the bride and groom to make their entrance.
Daniel chuckled as he shuffled closer to you, the cologne youâd bought him for his birthday years ago filling your nostrils. It warmed your heart to know that he was still wearing it after the break up, no doubt that it reminded him of you every time he put it on. So many memories tied up in the smell of that cologne.
âMakes no sense to me but Iâm proud of you for not slapping Izzy when she refused to sit next to Mark,â Daniel whispered causing a stifled laugh to slip from your smirking lips, âYou did good, chook.â
Your nickname fell from his lips too easily, too familiar and your eyes rolled involuntarily. Of course heâd call you that, pushing the boundaries because there had never been a moment in the time that youâd known Daniel where he wouldnât step over a blurred line. Hell, thatâs how it started with him â a drunken night out and breakfast the next morning. He was nothing if not persistent and loved that once upon a time. But for now, you both had to be laser focused on the people who had found each other because of the two of you â a blind date turned into happily ever after.
âYou did good too.â
You stayed true to your word and got a drink with Michael once the rehearsal was over â taking full advantage of the complimentary drinks being served by the luxurious resort you were all staying at. As you caught up with Michael, you couldnât help but scan around the ballroom, unable to fathom how picturesque this place was in real life. It was heaven on earth.
Months ago, you found out that Daniel had been the one to suggest the venue after Blake and Sarahâs original plans fell through during the pandemic and the days following that revelation were tough. Crying yourself to sleep kind of tough. Caversham House had been written in your dream journal since yours and Danielâs third anniversary â you remembered his words like they were said yesterday.
âMy cousin got married at this amazing mansion in Swan Valley last year. One of the most beautiful places in the worldâŚâ
It was a throw away comment; an observation that Daniel may not have even realised struck you so much. But you went home that night and googled it; concluding that if Daniel ever proposed and you got to plan your wedding, Caversham House would be the place you would marry the love of your life. You never voiced that to Daniel and sadly, that day never came.
But years later here you were, watching your best friend living out your dream and you couldnât have been happier for her â for them. Daniel had missed his chance, thrown it all away for god knows what and you couldnât help but feel your blood starting to boil as he approached you and Michael sitting at the bar, your memories like little daggers sharpening in your mind.
âHope Iâm not interrupting,â Daniel tentatively asked, a fresh beer in hand and a sheepish smile on his face. He knew he was.
âNah mate. Pull up a seat if you want,â Michael replied and tugged out the stool beside him but Daniel glanced down at you with wide eyes, seeking permission before taking up Michaels offer.
âJoin us.â
It was subtle but you could see Daniel exhale a sigh of relief, you knew him better than anyone. You could see the weight lifting from his shoulders as he sat across from you, trying to temper his joy that you'd agreed to have him anywhere near you.
And in typical Daniel fashion, he slotted into the group seamlessly, never an awkward pause of silence or a lull in conversation whenever he was around. He was the social butterfly, the one everyone loved and you were always content with that when you were together. After the split, it became obvious how much everyone loved him and you lost touch with most of your mutual friends â Michael included.
It was a bitter pill to swallow and you resented him in the beginning but watching him talk, crack the odd joke here and there you could understand why. Like Sarah had noted in her room earlier, he was the whole package but he broke your heart. And he regretted that every second of every day. Heâd tried so hard to forget the way you smiled, the way you giggled softly, trying to suppress the real laugh that only he ever got to hear. You were glowing under the lights, hair swirling around in the evening breeze and Daniel couldnât take his eyes off you.
The grimace on his face when you caught him made you smile, eyes narrowed with suspicion as he shrugged and mouthed, Iâm sorry. You mirrored his shrug and took a sip of the glass of white wine heâd gotten you when he got up to get himself a drink. Truth be told, you couldn't keep your eyes of him either.
Before you knew it, the two of you were sitting alone â Michael made up some story that he needed to speak with Blake and that he would be back but he never returned. And you hadnât really even noticed his absence until your phone buzzed on the table between you and Daniel.
â⌠But being back on the farm over the break was nice â the kids asked where you were and said that they missed you a bunch of times.â
Daniel noticed the way you looked at your phone. The small smile followed by the lip bite gave you away and he couldnât ignore the way his stomach dropped, knowing that expression all too well. It was one heâd been on the receiving end of so many times. You flipped your phone over, screen down and returned to your conversation with apologetic eyes, âSorry, what did you say? Something about the farm?â
âOh, it doesnât matter,â Daniel smiled and nodded towards your phone, âAnswer him if you need to.â
You were slightly caught of guard, naively thinking youâd kept your cards close to you chest. Or maybe you had and Daniel was baiting to see if youâd admit that you were talking to someone new, finally moving on after six months. He was hard to read but he knew you better than anyone and you hated the way he was watching you, waiting for a response.
âNah, all good. Itâs not a serious thing,â You stupidly confessed, internally face palming as the words slipped from your loose lips.
âBut it is a thing?â Daniel was quick to enquire, selfishly wanting to know whether or not you had moved on, if he'd missed his chance.
âForget I said anything, please,â You swiftly replied, taking a gulp of wine and wilfully hoping he would drop it. He didnât want to but he could see the warning in your stern gaze, silently begging him not to interrogate you over this, not here.
âI just want you to be happy.â Daniel landed on; honest eyes boring into yours as he clasped his hands together and sighed loudly into the cool air.Â
âI was happy with you and then you threw it away like it meant nothing to you,â You breathed, hands expressively falling to your sides and busying your fingertips on the hem of your dress.
âYou mean â meant more to me than anything. I just⌠woke up one day and realised that you deserved better; more than what I could give you being away for months on end,â He quietly replied, the words feeling dry as he explained why heâd cut you lose and broke your heart.
The scoff erupting in your throat caught Danielâs attention, âDonât you think I shouldâve been the person deciding that, not you?â
âOf course but in the moment it felt like the right thing to do and I fucked up⌠I really, really screwed it up, chook. Do you ever thinkââ
Suddenly, you heard your name being shouted from across the lawn, both you and Daniel snapping your heads around to see Sarah waving her arms like a maniac trying to get your attention, âTime for bed, guys! Early start tomorrow."
Neither or you wanted to end the conversation there, on a cliffhanger because simply being close to each other again fuelled something internally that you couldnât quite put your finger on. He gave you strength whenever he was near and you gave him solace, a sense of calm that nobody else could ever replicate. And tearing yourselves away from that was hard, so much so that a stand off had begun.
âAfter you,â Daniel motioned with a smirk, reading you like a book.
âYou just want me to go first so you can check out my arse in this dress,â You teased and poked his shoulder, âPervert.â
âAbsolute tickets but honestly, yeahâŚâ He winked as you stood up and smoothed out the dress that had ridden up slightly, his eyes shamelessly scanning your outfit, âUnbelievable.â
A blush crept up your neck as his words washed over you but you couldnât let him see that, âGoodnight, Daniel.â You said, turning on your heel and fleeing the scene as quickly as you could, but not without a little strut as you walked away.
Daniel exhaled deeply and watched you until you were out of his sight, not even noticing the dip in the couch he was sitting on.
âPut your tongue back in ya mouth and go to bed.â
Michael had caught him red handed and now it was hit turn to furiously blush. He was down bad and had no idea how he was supposed to sleep, knowing you were a couple of villas down, thinking about him, thinking about you. He missed you in so many ways, the obvious ones now being the ones on his mind as he lay in bed, fingers trawling through his hair as he tried to think of anything else but you. What eventually lulled him to sleep was the promise of tomorrow â a new beginning.
After a couple of hours of complete and utter panic, the weather had finally decided to put on a show for the newlyweds. The clouds that had dampened the morning vanished as soon as the fleet of vintage cars rolled up the stoned driveway, arriving fashionably late. You had done your best to calm Sarah but she was already teary, eyes blinking rapidly in attempt to control the tears threatening to ruin her make up. Just breathe, youâd whispered as her sister made her way down the carpeted aisle, sun shinning down on the gorgeous archway at the top of the stairs.
âLetâs go and get you married to the man of your dreams, hey?â
That was all you needed to say before Sarah nodded and pushed you towards the open doors, one last wink giving you the reassurance that she would be right behind you. The ceremony was beautiful; there were many tears and laughter rumbling through the large crowd when Blake made a joke about her being stuck with him for the rest of her life. Everything else flew by in the blink of an eye and before you knew it, Daniel was reaching out for your hand, clasping it gently in his as he guided you down the stairs and out to the balcony where the photos were going to be taken before joining the reception.
âChampagne?â Daniel asked you, flute already locked and loaded in his hand â he knew you couldnât resist a glass of bubbly, not after such a stressful morning.
âPlease and thank you,â You sighed, taking a sip and glancing over at the happy couple who had already started doing photos together.
âCanât believe itâs actually happened.â
Daniel followed your eye line and smiled, âWho knew 4 years ago when we set them up that weâd end up hereâŚâ He pondered out loud and you agreed, you never wouldâve guessed it, "It's amazing."
âI said it back then and I stand by it now; we should be professional match-makers. Weâre literally 1 for 1 right now,â You enthused, reflecting Danielâs grin.
âOh, weâre fucking killing it. Alright, letâs seeâŚâ He trailed off and looked around the balcony at the other groomsmen and bridesmaids making small talk, âWhat about big Mike? Been single for a while now and way too obsessed with my shit so getting him laid would benefit me too⌠Izzyâs single, right?â
âShe is!â You whispered a little too enthusiastically that Daniel jumped back and laughed, âBut sheâs a commitment girl so I donât think a hit it and quit it vibe or his travelling would be a good match. Marcia is a bit rogue⌠definitely single and down for anything, I reckon... Ooo, this is too much fun!â
Daniel chuckled and soaked in your excitement â it had been so long since heâd seen you smile like that, so free and uninhibited. Like his simple existence wasnât sucking the life out of you and wasnât making you miserable for the first time in over a year. He felt guilty taking so much emotionally from you, the toll of his work effecting both of you in the end. He hadnât said it out loud but he knew that his mental health was having a detrimental effect on you but you loved him. Loved him with every cell in your body and you would never have given up on him. And little did he know, you still hadnât after all this time.
âYou are so beautiful.â
Danielâs words surprised you and there was a second of silence before he doubled down with a soft laugh, âLike, breathtakingly beautiful.â
What you did next startled Daniel. Your hand brushed over the buttons on his light blue jacket, fingertips gently readjusting the small flower arrangement pinned on the lapel as you took in his compliment. Youâd be lying if you said it didnât ignite a spark within, a small flutter of your heart making you blush as he reached out and grasped your hips in his warm hands. The silk was soft under his palms, barely even a second passed before you melted into his touch, wishing for more than a friendly exchange. Â
âThank you,â You whispered, eyes flickering up through your thick eyelashes â his brown ones gleaming with joy as you trailed your hands down his chest and gave him a soft push towards the photographers standing behind him, âGet that million dollar smile ready, Ricciardo because I think weâre being summoned.â
He continued to seek you out for the rest of the night, hypnotised by the smell of your perfume and the softness of your touches; the latter caused by the couple of glasses of wine youâd consumed.
Daniel loved it when you were a tiny bit tipsy. He loved the little giggles that you gifted him and the way you hung onto him just that little bit longer. The memories of the two of you stumbling down the footpath outside your home together last summer, barely making it up the stairs and through the door came flooding back when you whispered in his ear, âYou are so bloody handsome.â
âExcuse me?â He chuckled; hand sprawled over the small of your back as he placed his jacket over your shoulders, âYou heard me,â You shot back, smirk plastered across your face as you grasped his hand. âCome dance with me.â
Daniel had been waiting for you to ask, praying youâd be the one to drag him out onto the dance floor. You knew what you wanted and you didnât hesitate throwing your arms over his shoulders, forcing his hands to snake down yours sides and grasp your swaying hips. The floor was packed with people dancing along to the DJ who was mainly spinning 90s R&B â a personal favourite of yours and the bride.
Daniel was in heaven as your bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the music transporting you back to the first time you met â the night when your life changed in the blink of an eye. He knew to savour it, never taking your intimacy for granted because he knew that you were hurting more than him, and you had every right to be. But in that moment, as he looked down into your glossy eyes, he saw the woman he fell in love with â the one he loved more than anything in the entire world. His girl.
You were barely inches apart when he leaned down and kissed you; lips ghosting before taking what they wanted, what they craved. Even though it was Daniel making the first move, you were going to if he didn't soon and the smile erupting on your face when he pulled back reassured him that heâd made the right call. Cutting the tension with a knife and making your blush under the thick layer of makeup that hadnât budged all day.
There was a short pause as you stared at each other, unsure whether you were fully on the same page or not but Daniel didnât want to wait any longer. Heâd waited nearly six months to be with you, to touch you; to taste you.
âDo you wannaâŚ?â
âYes!â You hastily replied, making Daniel chuckle before he wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you off the dance floor and away from the loud music; both of you wildly aroused and tingling with anticipation.
The mansion where the reception was being held was enormous. Guest bedroom after guest bedroom lined the hallways so you were a little shocked when you were pulled into a bathroom at the end of the passageway. It was massive, bigger than your kitchen back home and the sconces hanging from the dark walls looked nearly 100 years old, barely emitting any light. It was definitely setting a mood and you weren't complaining at all.
âThereâs locks on the bathrooms but not the bedrooms,â Daniel explained, sensing your surprise at his choice of location. You nodded and reached out for him, already missing the way his body felt on yours as he pinned you against the tiled wall, heat radiating down your spine as he feverishly kissed you again.
âYouâve done me in dirtier places,â You moaned and he chuckled against your neck, lips travelling across your collarbone and between your perky breasts.
The fire that had been smouldering in the pit of your stomach all night was being stoked by his firm touch, every trace of a fingertip or rough tug on your sensitive skin making you whimper with excitement. You needed him to fuck you good.
âIâd do you anywhere, honey.â
You hummed and roughly grappled Danielâs curls between your fingers as he dipped down further and grasped the hem of your dress. A small shrug was enough to let the thick suit jacket he had given you fall to the ground, goose bumps erupting all over your arms as he left a trail of sloppy kisses up your thighs; stopping right where you wanted him and letting the flowy material of your dress drape over his head, disappearing from your sight. He knew your body like the back of his hand and knew you loved nothing more than his warm breath fanning between your thighs, glistening all for him.
âI want you to fuck me against this mirror,â You strongly suggested through batted eyelashes as he returned into view, a smirk painted on the supple lips that were seconds away from devouring you.
âDonât want my tongue?â Daniel cheekily asked, still crouched down and gazing up at you with those big brown eyes, waiting for your response. âMaybe later,â You whispered, watching as he jumped up with a grin, eager to fulfil whatever you desired.
âHands up where I can see them, maâam,â Daniel playfully ordered and you played along, holding your hands up in the air as he spun you around so you were facing the dark mirror. You could feel yourself soaking through your flimsy panties and if you could feel it, Daniel definitely could as he slid his hand into the lace, cupping you gently and stroking a single finger through your folds.
âSpread âem,â He whispered into your ear before pressing a firm to your temple and kicking your heeled feet apart.
Your hands were gripping the sink in front of you; white knuckling already but knowing that this wasnât anything compared to what Daniel could do to you. He once had you bucking on his thigh like it was the last orgasm you were ever going to have, screaming in pleasure like you were being tortured. And now, all you could think about was his hard dick pressing against your backside, taunting you under the thick material of his trousers.
âDanny,â You quietly moaned through gritted teeth and Daniel knew what that moan meant, not wasting a second before unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down to his ankles. He did the same with your underwear, except he bent all the way down to rid you of them so he could keep them in his discarded jacket pocket for safekeeping.
âIâm gonna need those back, sir.â
âNah, I wouldnât think so,â Daniel teased, standing back up straight and catching your eyes in the reflection in front of him.
âGotta be quiet for me, okay?â He sweetly whispered, tongue swiping across the shell of your ear as he teased your hole with his soft tip, the feeling of your excitement mingling together making your shiver, âAlready feels so good.â
You hummed as Daniel nudged forward, his thickness took your breath away as you closed your eyes and leaned over the sink a little more; taking all of him, inch by inch. He could feel how tight you were, trying to not let his mind wander to whether youâd been fucked by anyone else since the break up. Because if you had, he knew it wasnât anything compared to how good he could do you with the way you were already choking back moans. Whimpering for more.
âRelax for me, honey. The clenching feels crazy fuckinâ good for me but I need you to just take me nice and slow,â Daniel coached, smoothing his palms over your hips and slowly rocking you back and forth against him, âGod, your arse really is something else,â He rasped, lightly tapping your rump as you looked up at him in the mirror, narrowed eyes sending him a stern warning.
âDonât even think about it and donât try the whole âoh, I accidently slippedâ trick because I know you,â You playfully scowled, trying to hide the smirk tugging on the corners of your lips.
Daniel tipped his head back and cackled at you calling him out, revelling in the banter and the fact you knew him inside and out. Heâd missed being called out on his shit and he loved nothing more than when you teased him during sex, the laughter ringing off the walls while he watched himself disappear into you.
âYouâre tight enough already, baby so no shenanigans tonight,â Daniel groaned and jutted his hips forward, jolting you closer to the mirror in the process. He readjusted his tight grip on the satin dress that he'd bunched up around your hips and caught your gaze in the reflection again, âI bet old mate texting you last night couldnât fuck you like this, ey?â
âNever gave him the chance,â You panted in reply, eyes trained on Danielâs as he pounded into you, thighs trembling in pleasure as he stalked you, every little wince or twitch never went unnoticed and you felt hot under his gaze, his hot breath and soft groans fanning into your ear.
âGood. No man deserves you, honey â not even me.â
The little burst of confidence his words gave you spurred you on as you bounced back and met his hips with a slap, quickening the pace and really pushing the limits on how loud you could be in such a public setting. Your voice was coarse and your knees were quivering as Daniel trailed his hands up to your chest, boobs practically spilling out of the satin dress as he bucked into you. He gently pulled down the loose fabric, along with the lacy bra and cupped your breasts in his hands, using them as leverage as he fucked into you. Proudly watching his work unfold in front of him.
The feeling of his rough palms massaging your breasts was enough to cause a loud, pornographic moan to rip from your throat â one that couldâve been heard for miles. One of Danielâs hands shot up and covered your mouth in an attempt to keep you as quiet as he could while got you off, wanting nothing more than having come undone around his stiff cock.
âLook at how damn sexy you are right now,â Daniel grumbled, eyes trained on yours so intensely. You nodded and moaned into his palm, feeling like your souls were re-connecting as he slowed down the pace and relished the feeling of you wrapped around him, bouncing on that dick so perfectly. He was in paradise.
Until the handle on the bathroom door started jiggling beside you, the loud bang that followed made both you both jump out of your perspiring skin. Danielâs hand lingered over your mouth, his dick stilled inside you as the handle rattled again â more aggressively this time. The person on the other side didnât say anything; the only sound swirling around the humid air was bated breath, both of you winded from the adrenaline. And from how exciting it felt nearly being caught with him filling you to the brim.
âFuck,â Daniel whispered as he looked up at you and dipped his head into the crook of your neck, âDo you wanna keep going?â
The deviant side of your brain was screaming hell yes but the rational voice that kept you level headed was telling you to hit the pause button. It was risky enough doing the deed so publicly, something that you and Daniel never shied away from but right now, when you were both supposed to be at the beck and call of your best friends at their wedding; it all seemed a little bit decadent.
âWe should get back,â You whispered, confirming what Daniel already assumed as he slowly pulled out and strategically manoeuvred his semi hard dick into the waistband of his underwear, attempting to hide how hard he still was in those deliciously tight pants.
âGood call⌠but uh, that was fun,â He stuttered and watched you smooth out your dress, his gaze burning a hole in the back of your head as you looked in the mirror and gently wiped under your eyes; removing any signs that youâd just been fucking your ex in a bathroom.
âReally fun,â You replied, wicked smile lining your smudged lips as Daniel stepped forward and helped you back into his suit jacket.
âWe should do it again some timeâŚâ
âAbsolutely â when were you thinking?â
âOh, I dunnoâŚâ He pondered with a cunning smirk, âMaybe like, now?â
You chewed your bottom lip between your front teeth and sighed; you loved that he wanted you as much as you wanted him, both dying to finish what you started and maybe indulge in even more bad behaviour. It was like old times but different - good different.
âIâm staying in the Cliffside suite so⌠meet you there in halfa?â
Daniel clapped his hands enthusiastically and rubbed them together, âSounds like a great fucking plan to me,â He agreed, grinning big and gently pushing you towards the door he was opening for you, looking both ways down the hallway.
âYou go first so I can watch you walk away from me in that dress,â Daniel quietly teased as you sashayed down the hallway and back to where the reception was still going strong, âYou are killing me!â
âI know!â You shouted back, flipping him the middle finger before spotting Sarah on the dance floor, eyes suspiciously narrowed as you shimmied over to her, smiling like the cat that got the cream.
âWhere did you get to?!â She yelled over the music, definitely on her way to being drunk from the flutes of champagne that were still being served by the gallon.
âJust needed to freshen up!â You shouted back and looked over your shoulder at Daniel who had joined a conversation near the bar.
There was a giddy feeling that washed over you after you turned back to Sarah and listened to her ramble about how good the music was and how much fun she was having. It was a familiar feeling; the same one you had the night you met Daniel all those years ago. But now, in his home state, surrounded by so many people you loved, you had both been gifted the rare chance to start over.
To fall in love all over again. This was your second chance at a happily ever after.
a//n â thank you for all the support and patience on this one! thoughts? feelings? i wanna know all of them! or click here for more of my writing x
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time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me...
(reader x billie - after the embarrassing encounter you had with billie, this part shows the rough feelings of billie.)
part 1
(2) her steps were hurried as she went towards the bar she was in "Zoe!" she called out in a low, almost whisper like tone. she pulled on her friend's arm, grabbing her attention. Zoe turned with a drink in hand, brows furrowed, asking what was wrong. " y/n is here, dude!" billie said, her eyes wide in almost shock. her friend had the same expression, "what? fuck off!" she said, getting off the bar stool and putting her drink down. "yeah! and guess what just happened!" billie said, mouth moving quick yet her words were quiet in order to not to grab too much attention. "what?" Zoe asked in excitement.
"she fucking kissed me!" billie said, her grip on her friend's forearm getting tighter. "no way!! did you kiss her back?" Zoe said, expression curious as one can be. "no, I pushed her off! fuck, I totally broke her heart, man. but I mean, what can I do, I'm over her!" billie said in frustration. "okay, if you're over her, this shouldn't matter! let's just continue with the night." Zoe said, turning and taking her seat back at the bar. "yeah." billie breathed out. "you're right." she continued, as she took a seat next to her, smiling.
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it had been, what, only around 10 minutes? it was as if billie couldn't get you out of her mind. every thought was about you and what happened earlier that night. gosh, after all those months not even thinking about you once, you had her under your spell. she hated how good your lips felt on her, she had missed the taste of your cherry flavored lipgloss. the way your hand grasped her face, so gentle but with such passion. she had missed it.
even if it was for 5 minutes, she had missed being in the same room as you. fuck, she couldn't resist this. before today, she had completely deleted you out of her life. not once did she think about you. not once did she miss the memory's. she just locked them in a box, and threw it in the corner of her mind. but this? this small interaction? how come it affect her so much?
she had to get out of there. the thoughts were too much. she jumped out of her seat, back turning as she walked to the bathroom. "billie! where are you going?" one of her friends called out. she turn towards them, only stopped to answer, "uh- just need to use the restroom!" she answered, fists clenching in anger of the situation she was in right now. she kept walking, hastily push opening the door. she looked around, opening stalls to not see a single person. "fuck" she muttered as she exited, hand reaching in her pocket to grab her car keys.
she didn't hear a single word of her friends, she just exited the room in panic. she had one thing in mind, she had to find you.
her hands worked quick in starting the car, foot on gas pedal as she drove at a fast speed. her fingers laced around the steering wheel, holding steadily as she took the turn. she didn't know if you were gonna be there, but she had to try.
-
she slam shut the car door, other hand locking the car. she made her way across the street, heart racing. fuck, what had gotten into her?
three knocks. three knocks was all it took for you to change your life. your hand clinged on the door as you pulled it open, a familiar figure standing in the way. "billie?" you said through your hooded eyes, lashes flickering as you cleared you view. her hands connected to each other, she stayed put in her chunky jacket. "can we talk?" she managed to get out. her hands were trembling, legs weaker than before. you flashed your eyes to her, your heart beating equally as fast as her. "y-yeah! come in" you said, welcoming her in.
her steps lead into the house she's been in for the thousand time now, only this time, it wasn't to see thy beloved lover. it wasn't to cradle you in her warm arms, to kiss your soft lips, to make your back arch as you moaned her name. no, this time, you were strangers. strangers who knew each other's fears. strangers who knew each other's trauma. strangers who knew how each other tasted.
she sat down at the couch in hope. you were still not over her, were you? and it seemed like maybe billie herself had pushed down the feeling of missing you, yet it seemed to be resurfacing. she missed the two of you. she wanted it back. simple enough, right?
"again, billie, I apologize." you said, leading towards the kitchen to pour a drink. "that's actually what I wanted to talk about" billie said, letting out a chuckle. you walked towards her, drink in hand. "no- billie, let me." you said as you placed down her drink in front of her. you adjusted your posture, hands meeting at your waist. "I thought about it... and you're right. I should try to get over you." you said. what? billie wasn't expecting this, she just assumed you would kiss and make up.
"w-what?" she said, a confused gaze rushing across her face. she was baffled. "yeah! I've been so depressed because of you, I think it's time I get out there again. you know, find someone to call mine again." you went on saying. you took a seat on the second couch, legs crossing as you took a sip. "y-you can't do that" billie said, chuckling wishing this was a joke. you tilted your head, what was she talking about? "you can't leave me like this." billie said, choking on her words. "excuse me?" you said, totally not in a mean way, but more of a confused "what the fuck are you on about" way.
"you can't forget about me. I-I need you." billie said, head shaking in denial. "I mean-you didn't seem to be interested in me before. and I'm not getting my heart broken again, billie." you said. your words were harsh. "why are you so worried about this? I thought you were over me." you said, billie got up from her seat frantically moving across the room.
"no-no, this isn't how this is supposed to go!" she exclaimed. you also got up, "billie, what's wrong?" you asked her. she stood right in front of you, grabbing you by the shoulders "time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me." she said, her eyes filled with worry. "this one event can't change your thoughts! I came here to make up with you!" Billie continued, hands giving your shoulder one last squeeze before letting go and letting herself fall on the couch. her hands flushed her face, leg bouncing up and down.
"yeah--it can. before tonight you seemed to have no interest in me whatsoever. and you don't get to tell me what to do!" you said, also sitting down as you desperately took a sip. "no-no you don't- you don't get it y/n! I can't lose you!" she yelled. "you never had me!" you yelled back.
those four words. those four horrifying words. that was all it took for billie to break. it was like an knife through her chest. her world seemed to have stopped spinning. maybe this was all a massive mistake.
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á°áŠ Baecation á°áŠ
Plot: Gianna (OC) heads to Hawaii with her best friend for a celebratory girls trip, completely unaware that sheâd meet the man of her dreams.
Warning: Hefty flirting & mature language!
"May I have a piĂąa colada please?" I ask the bartender, leaning against the tiki bar counter.
This man is drop dead gorgeous.
I'm talking thick curls, a gorgeous body with a v-line that's barely covered by his cargo shorts, and tattooed skin that's the perfect shade of caramel.
"Of course beautiful," he replies, and automatically gets to work on my drink.
I smile sweetly and turn to my best friend Trinity, that's stood next to me with my jaw dropped.
She playfully whacks my arm and covers her mouth to hide her giggles.
"There you are love," the man replies, sliding over my drink.
"Thank you so much," I reply smiling again, and slip him a $5 bill.
He takes my hand and stops it from sliding the rest of the way towards him.
"You're all taken care of," he exclaims. "A lady as beautiful as you should never pay the bill."
My cheeks immediately turn hot and I just know I look identical to a tomato. "I-Are you sure? Thank you so much!"
He gives me a warm smile, before bringing my hand up to his lips and placing a soft kiss on my knuckles. "Anytime, beautiful. Now go enjoy your day."
I smile and thank him yet again, before walking off with Trin by my side.
On our walk back to the beach house, I take a sip of my drink.
"Ooo girl I think he put extra rum in this," I coo, doing a little dance. "I might have to let him put a ring on it."
Trin nearly chokes on her drink, bursting into laughter. "Girl that man was whipped for you! And who wouldn't be?!"
I dramatically pout my lips and pull her into a hug.
For a little context, Trin and I are both professional wrestlers.
A tag team to be exact.
The other night, we won our championships back from Alba Fyre and Ilsa Dawn.
And to celebrate, we booked a three day trip in Hawaii.
"What time does the ship arrive?" I ask, taking a seat on a lounge chair next to her.
"Around 4:15," she replies, picking up her phone and tapping on the lock screen to reveal the time. "So we have a good hour to kill."
I nod, taking another sip from my drink.
We decide to spend the first half our just relaxing and chatting, and the other heading back into the house and get ready for the day.
I end up picking a cute pastel green knit bikini, a matching hat, and my Burberry slides.
"BODYYYYY!" Trin squeals and claps her hands, hyping me up when I walk out of the bathroom.
I giggle, twirling and posing for her.
"Thank you boo!" I reply, giving her a warm hug.
She hugs back and kisses my cheek as we pull away.
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Weâve been on the ship for almost 2 hours - exploring the island from afar, taking cute pictures, trying incredible Hawaiian food, swimming, and jamming out to island music.
It's such a fun and quality-filled time with my best friend. <3
"I'm gonna go grab a drink," I say, as I get up from one of the deck lounge chairs. "Do you want anything?"
"I'll take whatever you're having," Trin replies, poking my side.
I giggle and nod. "Alrighty I'll be back in a sec."
I head downstairs to the bar area and my eyes widen at the sight I'm brought with.
The same gorgeous bartender from earlier looks up and immediately smiles once he sees me. "Hi again, gorgeous."
I smile back and sit down. "Hi. Are you following me or something?"
He chuckles and shakes his head. "As much as it seems that way, nah. My cousin actually owns the ship, so I volunteered to bartend just for today."
I nod, and cross my arms over the counter. "How strange that we ran into each other twice the one day you're working here."
He shrugs. "It's a small world, babygirl. Anyway, what can I get you?"
I smile at the pet name. "Two dirty shirleys please. Preferably as strong as you made my piĂąa this afternoon."
He smirks and winks at me before going to work on our drinks, and once finished, slides them both over to me.
I reach into my purse, before he stops me again. "Don't even think about it."
I playfully roll my eyes, smiling, while taking a sip of my drink.
"Thank you again," I reply, getting up.
"You're very welcome beautiful," he coos. "You know what I just realized? I never got your name."
I smile and hold out my hand. "I'm Gianna."
"Gianna," he repeats, taking and shaking it. "That's a gorgeous name. Fitting for a gorgeous lady."
I blush, smiling. "Thank you. And you are?"
"Oh my bad," he replies, chuckling. "I'm Joshua. You can call me Josh. Or Jey. Or really anything."
I giggle quietly. "Josh sounds perfect."
He smiles and strokes my hand with his thumb. "Listen, I don't mean to be too up front or a bother, but would you like to go out tonight? I know a couple awesome restaurants around here."
I smile, tilting my head. "Sure. And you're no bother, I promise."
He gives me a warm smile. "Perfect. I'll meet you on the beach at around 8?"
I nod, taking another sip of my drink, before entering my number into his phone. "That sounds perfect. I'll see you then."
He nods, kisses my hand, we say our goodbyes, and I walk off.
"Girl," I say, hurrying over to Trin. "You're gonna die."
"I know," she teases. "It's as hot as the pits of hell out here and I still don't have a drink in my hand."
"Oh shit," I reply, handing her the other glass. "Sorry."
She giggles and shakes her head. "I'm just teasing, sis. Now spill."
I sit down on the chair next to her and set my glass down. "Remember the bartender from earlier?"
"The one that had the hots for you?" she teases, wiggling her eyebrows.
I playfully shove her shoulder and she laughs. "He's working downstairs and...let's just say I have a date tonight."
Her eyes go wide before she squeals and pulls me into a hug. "Gi that's amazing! I told you!"
I giggle, hugging back. "I know! I'm so excited!"
"You really do deserve this sweetheart," she says, before taking a sip from her glass once we pull away. "It's been so long. I'm so happy for you."
I stick out my bottom lip and smile sweetly.
A couple years of ago, I was in a super toxic and abusive relationship with a former colleague named Carmelo Hayes.
To make a long story short, he was super egotistical, made me feel like shit almost every day of our relationship, and even put his hands on me once in a while when he didn't get what he wanted.
It was a super scary time, but Trin was by my side throughout and helped me build the confidence to end things with him.
My soulmate in best friend form. <3
"It really has," I reply. "But Josh is super respectful. He's already ten times the man that Carmelo ever was."
She smiles, taking another sip of her drink. "It really does look like he adores you already. These island men are something dangerous."
We share a laugh and enjoy the rest of our time on the ship together.
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It's now about three hours later - around 7:05 to be exact - and Trin is helping me get ready for my date.
"I'm thinking we curl your hair," she says, playing with my hair in the mirror. "And then tuck in these two front pieces."
I hold up my hands. "You're the master. Work your magic queen!"
She flicks her hair off her shoulder and we share a laugh before she gets to work.
"I love it," I squeal, once she finishes. "Thank you Trinny!"
Trin sets down her curling iron and gives me a quick hug from the back before heading out of the bathroom. "Anytime babes. Now get changed so I can see the full effect."
I give her a warm smile and nod before taking my dress off of its hanger.
We picked out a pretty baby blue mini dress that compliments my skin perfectly.
Once I'm done getting dressed, I step out of the bathroom and pose. "Ta-da!"
Trin looks up from her phone and automatically squeals, throwing it aside. "Oh. My. God. Sis you look GORGEOUS!"
I scream and giggle as she pulls me into the tightest hug. "Thank you bestie! I couldn't have done this without you!"
We rock back and forth for a bit before she plays with my hair and makes sure my dress looks perfect in the mirror.
"Alright girly you're all ready! Have the best time and call me if you need me!" she coos, hugging me.
I smile and hug back. "I will Trin. Thank you for everything."
We say our goodbyes and I'm off to the beach to meet the dreamiest man in the world.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
After a few minutes of walking on the beach, I see a figure standing against the bar counter.
As I get closer, I see that itâs Josh - dressed in a white loose polo shirt with the first 2 buttons opened and jeans.
"Hi gorgeous," he coos, reaching out his arm for a hug. "You look incredible."
I smile and gladly accept the hug, resting my chin on his shoulder. "Thank you, love. You do too.â
His hand rests on my back just above my ass.
"You ready to go?" he asks, pulling away and holding my hand. Our reservation is in a couple minutes."
I nod, smiling. "I'm super excited. All the Hawaiian food I've tried so far here has been incredible."
He gives me a warm smile and we head to the restaurant, making some more small talk on the way.
The date itself is amazing.
I ordered the most delicious loco moco - a rice and meat dish with gravy and egg, and Josh and I shared pretty much our life stories.
I could tell he was listening to my every word - which is something I'm not exactly used to, but I love about him.
Now, we've decided to take a walk on the shoreline.
"How'd you like the food?" he asks, looking down at me.
"Incredible as expected," I reply looking back at him, smiling. "But it gave me one hell of a food coma."
I rub my stomach with my free hand as he chuckles. "Yeah Hawaiian food is pretty filling. But I'm glad you enjoyed it."
I smile sweetly, until he stops walking and turns to me.
We kinda just stare into each other's eyes for a bit, and of course, I'm blushing the entire time.
"You really are the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen," he coos, taking a strand of hair away from my face and adjusting the flower by my ear, which he gave me earlier at dinner.
I blush, looking down smiling. "Thank you, Josh."
He gently lifts my chin and I'm met with his gorgeous face once again. "Don't be shy, love. Unlike that douche that you were telling me about at dinner, I'll take care of you. I promise."
I blush even harder, still smiling like an idiot.
"Can I kiss you?" he asks, cupping my face and stroking my cheek with his thumb.
"That depends," I reply. "Do you care if I kiss back?"
He chuckles and leans in, cupping my face and pressing our lips together.
I automatically kiss back, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with his curls.
His hands travel to my waist, pulling me in closer, and deepening the kiss.
With every stroke, I feel more and more ascended to heaven.
This man is perfect.
The perfect kisser anyway.
We slowly pull away and gently touch foreheads.
"You're incredible babygirl," he coos, taking both of my hands before kissing my left one.
"You're not so bad yourself," I reply, teasing him and smiling.
We share a laugh and our lips meet again - only for a peck this time - before we continue our walk, hand in hand.
Eventually, it gets pretty dark and he walks me home.
"I had the best time with you tonight," he says, turning to me once we get to the beach house.
I smile and reach up to run my fingers through his hair. "Me too Josh. Thank you for everything."
He smiles back and leans down, allowing our lips to connect once more.
After a couple strokes, he pulls away and kisses my cheek. "Have a good night."
"You too," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
I watch him walk off before heading inside to reunite with Trin, who's sitting cross-legged on the bed, her lip dramatically stuck out, signaling that she heard everything.
The second I see her, I start laughing. âTrin, youâre like a raccoon.â
"You two are fucking ADORABLEEEE!" she squeals, running over to me and wrapping me in a hug.
I giggle and hug her back. "Thank you girl. He's truly amazing."
"You have to tell me everything!" she demands, taking my hand and pulling me onto the bed.
"Okay so first..." I reply, and go on to tell her every little detail.
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Just Say You Love Me
Summary: Dean is trying to embrace his emotions and look to the future. Part 3 of 3. Part 2 - The Right Guy On Paper.
Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff, mentions of cheating.Â
W/C: 4,901.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mentioned: Jody Mills.Â
Pairing: Dean x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).
Bingo: @jacklesversebingo Square Filled: âWould you please, shut up, Iâm trying to confess my love for you.â
A/N: Obviously this was supposed to posted on a certain day (you'll get what I mean when you read) but it just wasn't where I wanted it to be at the time so I waited. Two-ish weeks later ain't bad though.
Graphics: made by be on canva. Dividers by @talesmaniac89
Master Lists: JAcklesVerseBingo / Dean Winchester / Main
Pulling off the highway, Dean grumbles, âThis is stupid,â to himself again. Yet, he had called Jody to make sure you werenât working, made the two-hour drive, and hadn't veered off route to the nearest bar.
Itâs been a few weeks since he saw you at Jodyâs cabin. Youâve spoken on the phone a few times and met him halfway to Kentucky to give him a lore book Claire had borrowed. But no in-depth conversations have been had, which heâs okay with because one, itâs a conversation to be had in person and not while he is neck deep in a case, and B, he doesnât know what to say or how to tell you what he wants because heâs still not sure himself.Â
So, in the safe confines of Baby, he asks himself again why is he driving to your house on Unattached Drifter Christmas or âValentineâs Dayâ for the schmucks?Â
Before he can do a little soul-searching and find the answer, his cell phone rings.Â
âHey Sam, whatâs up?â he answers.Â
âWhy are you in Sioux Falls? Something wrong?âÂ
âEverythingâs fine. Wait, how do you know where I am?âÂ
âYou were way too vague about where you were going. You always have a plan for today,â Sam explains, âfigured you were up to no good and better keep an eye on you in case you get into trouble like last time.â
âLast time was almost five years ago, and for the hundredth time, I didnât know she was married,â Dean snarks.
âPlus, you didnât turn off your GPS,â Sam says as if he hadnât heard Deanâs argument. âSo why are you in Sioux Falls on Unattached Drifter Christmas?â
He falters for a second, thinking of an excuse, and before his pause becomes suspicious, he blurts, âThereâs a new bar opened up. Wanna try it out.â
âThis bar called Y/Nâs, by any chance?âÂ
âWhat? No!â
Sam laughs, and that all-knowing chuckle reminds Dean that Sam is onto him and thereâs no point in denying anything. âItâs a good thing, Dean,â his brother assures him. âYou may not have told her outright, but sheâs smart. Sheâll recognize you showing up today, of all days, is your way of telling her you wantâŚâ Dean waits, hoping that Sam will impart the answer that eludes him, but huffs in defeat when his brother adds, âWhatever it is you want.â
âThis is stupid,â Dean grumbles, âIâm being stupid.âÂ
âNo, it's not,â Sam scolds. âIâm sure today will be tough for her. So, just being there for her is a good thing. It doesnât have to be deep conversations. Showing up and supporting her is enough.â
Dean considers that Sam is probably right, but it doesnât make him feel any less insecure. âMaybe.â
âHave fun,â Sam says before hanging up.
Five minutes from his final destination, his phone chimes, alerting him to a text message.
Jody: Sheâs at Lucky Shots, fifth wheeling it.Â
âDammit, Sam!â he snarls, but heâs not really mad, saves him a trip to her empty house.
The break at Jodyâs cabin was revitalizing, and the feeling has stuck for the few weeks youâve been back in your routine. It probably helps that you removed every trace of Luke from your life the moment you got home. The confrontation with Dean was cathartic, too. Youâve analyzed what heâd said about not wanting you to meet someone new and that he missed you, and asked Jody for her opinion, too. Sheâd wistfully smiled as if aware of something you werenât, âMaybe you gave up on him too quickly.â
You didnât want to admit that Jody was probably right. Yet you had made assumptions, choosing to believe that he didnât want anything serious, and after admitting to yourself that you wanted something more, you had decided to go out and find it somewhere else.
That realization turned out to be at the forefront of your mind today. You're thankful to your friends, Laura and Sara, for the invitation and for not allowing you to stay home and eat your emotions. Being the fifth wheel isnât the issue. It doesnât bother you, even on Valentineâs Day. They chose a lowkey, casual games bar, not some romantic, candlelit restaurant, and for that, you are eternally grateful. The issue is Luke is there. It could be worse. He could be with her, but fortunately, heâs with two of his buddies.
The bar has darts, beer pong, pool, skee ball, knock down a clown, and a few other amusements. You're locked into a tight game of girls versus boys beer pong - the beer having been replaced with tequila shots - and you can feel Lukeâs every glance as if heâs waiting for an opportunity to approach.
Itâs the last thing you want, and your friends were kind enough to offer to leave when he arrived, but you stubbornly refused. You had no reason to leave. He should be filled with so much shame and regret that he canât bear to face you, but he has the audacity to look like a wounded puppy, and that makes you angry.Â
The game is down to the wire, and the final ball is down to Chris and Dylan, your friends' partners. Dylan massages Chrisâ shoulders, âCome on, buddy, you got this. For the win!âÂ
You all hold your breath as Chris releases the ball, and the boys celebrate the victory with loud cheers as it lands in the cup, having barely touched the sides. You, Laura, and Sara shoot another round of tequila. The sourness of the lemon you suck on adds to the disapproving look you catch Luke throwing your way.
Asshole. How dare he judge you!Â
âI demand a rematch!â Laura declares.Â
You agree. âMy turn to buy the drinks.â
Sara escorts you to the bar. Though she masks it as helping you carry the drinks back to the table, you know sheâs doing it to protect you from an unwanted visitor.
âI need the bathroom, but Iâll meet you back here,â Sara tells you, âif he comes over before I make it back, stomp on his foot and poke him in the eye.âÂ
You laugh, really belly laugh, because sheâs totally serious, and itâs also hilarious to think heâd have the balls to actually approach you.
âWhoâre we looking out for, honey?â the elderly woman beside you asks, lips pursed and looking sassy.Â
Sara tells her, âOther end of the bar, tall white guy, blond hair.â
âGreen shirt?â she asks for confirmation.Â
âThatâs the one.âÂ
âUh-huh,â she tuts, âI know the type, handsome as an angel, spirit of the devil. You go on to the bathroom. Iâve got your friend until you get back.â
You donât doubt the ladyâs confidence. You wouldnât mess with her.Â
âThank you, MissâŚâÂ
âCall me Beverly,â she introduces, and Sara shakes her hand before skittering off to the bathroom.Â
You wait your turn to be served, listening to your protector tell you all about her first husband, âthe devil incarnate.âÂ
If only she knew.Â
You face forward, not even side-glancing in Lukeâs direction, not wanting to give him any inclination you may want to talk. You donât. Beverly turns and rests her back against the bar to see the whole room without looking over her shoulder.Â
âOh, sweetie,â your new friend says, âthereâs another one of those handsome-as-an-angel men walking this way, and I think heâs looking for you.âÂ
You still donât turn, but look up into the mirror behind the bar and see him. Dean maneuvering around people and tables, coming straight toward you.Â
Unintentionally, you gasp, a sheepish smile creeping in as you lock eyes with him in the mirror.
âFrom that reaction, I donât think you need help with this one,â Beverly says, sweetly taking a step to the left to make room for Dean.Â
âHey,â he says, a half smile making him look a little awkward. Â
âHey,â you say as he leans in to kiss your cheek, and when heâs close, you whisper, âEverything okay?âÂ
He pulls back, nodding with a slight frown as if the question was offensive or something. âYeah, everything is fine, just passing through and wanted to say hi.â
âPassing through?â you ask, suspicion clear in your tone.
His frown deepens, clearly trying to sell the lie, pretending to be confused by the suspicion.
You smirk. âJust happen to be passing through on Unattached Drifter Christmas?â
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. âHow much do you and Sam talk?âÂ
âA lot,â you confess, âemails, phone calls, memes, and then thereâs the weekly newsletter.âÂ
âBusted.â He laughs, and it shakes off whatever anxiety he was feeling.
The bartender comes over and takes your order. You add on whatever Beverly is drinking for the rest of the night, which reminds you Sara has been gone a while. You turn around to look for her, and Dean looks over his shoulder. Saraâs back at the table. All of them are staring at you but quickly and comically turn around as if they werenât when Dean finds them.Â
âSorry,â you chuckle, âtheyâre just looking out for me cause Deputy Dick is here.â
âShit,â he grumbles. âIs me being here going to be a problem?â
âProbably, but that's his problem.â
Dean laughs, and you really have missed it. The easy relationship you had seems to be a thing of the past, but you want it back. Maybe not the sex because youâve realized that's where the problem lies. You want more from him than you'll ever get, but at least the friendship could be mended.
âBut donât waste your Christmas on me, Dean,â you say. It's subtle but enough to tell him that hooking up is off the table.
That disgruntled frown appears again, and he looks genuinely offended. âIâm not here âcause I think Iâm gonna get laid.â He explains, shrugging. âRunning into you isnât a coincidence. I was on my way to your place because I didnât want you to be alone tonight. Jody told me where you were.â
âI donât know what Iâm supposed to take from that?â
âTake it for what it is,â Dean suggests. âIâm trying.â
You can work with that. Trying to be friends sounds like just what you need. No pressure or expectations from either side, so you quickly squash the thought that it means something deeper that heâs choosing to spend time with you instead of finding a warm body to lie with.Â
âOkay.â You smile, trying to look as sweet as possible. âWell, can part of that trying be helping us win at beer pong?âÂ
âGirls versus boys?â
âObviously.â
He scoffs, âAbsolutely not! And you get an extra shot for asking me to rig a sacred game.â He hands you a shot off the tray of drinks, and you knock it back.Â
He watches you, grinning the whole time, and you shake your head as if it will shake away the taste. âHappy Valentineâs Day,â he says, leaning down to kiss your cheek.
âDonât try and soften me up, Winchester,â you warn, âIâm not gonna take it easy on you.âÂ
He shrugs, âWas worth a shot,â and walks away with the tray of drinks.Â
Chris and Dylan merrily call his name as he approaches, and you follow, smiling fondly.Â
âNow the odds are even. Prepare to go down, ladies,â Dean says, taking off his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbow.
The games continued; the boys won at Beer Pong, but the girls won two rounds of darts. Once Chris and Dylan had gushed over the Impala, you said your goodbyes in the parking lot. Each of your friends hugged you. Dean got a kiss on the cheek from the ladies, and the guys gave him a firm handshake before pulling each other into a one-armed hug. It looked natural and easy, and you love how well Dean slots into the group.
You realize youâre staring as he drives, and he glances over when he feels your eyes on him. âAre we still social distancing or something?â he jokes, reaching a hand over to tug on your leg, requesting you get closer.Â
You oblige, sliding over the leather seat, and he slips an arm behind your shoulders to rest on the seat back. âThank you for that,â you say, kissing his cheek.
âFor what?â he asks.Â
âPretending like you couldnât hit that bullseye with your eyes closed.â
âWell, Iâm supposed to be a mechanic, right? Not sure a mechanic would have perfect marksmanship.â
âIf youâre not sold on the mechanic thing, you can always tell them youâve changed your profession,â you suggest, and with a teasing wink, add, âbut they all already know youâre good with your hands.âÂ
âWould you, for once, get your mind out of the gutter?â Dean jests, âI already told you, no sex for you.â
âSorry, Mr Winchester, sir,â you joke, âIâll be on my best behavior.âÂ
He laughs but looks out at the road. His fingers lightly brush your neck. You arenât sure he realizes heâs doing it. When you were sleeping together, it became a thing - absentmindedly, heâd lightly stroke your skin while watching a movie or falling asleep. It's familiar and comforting, and you lay your head on his shoulder the rest of the ride home.Â
Dean follows you up your path, and while you search your bag for your keys, you notice him looking to the left, eyes squinting, trying to see something too far away.Â
âWanna come in?â you ask, distracting him from whatever has caught his attention.
âItâs not a good idea,â he says, giving you his full focus, âI meant what I said, Y/N. I didnât show up cause I was expecting to get laid.âÂ
Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât considered throwing caution to the wind and jumping into old habits. And you're surprised by Deanâs rejection. He could have followed your lead and taken you to bed without any objections.
âPresumptuous much?â you counter, smirking.Â
He smiles, all charm and smug joy, because he knows heâs right. âDonât try and pretend you werenât thinking about it.â He steps closer, crowding your space and gripping your hips to pull you against him. âYouâve been flirting with me all night.âÂ
âI can stop,â you threaten, but it falls flat as you wrap your arms around his neck.
He grins, âNo, you canât,â against your lips, kissing you before you can claim otherwise.
The kiss is not hesitant; itâs deep and long, but you feel him holding back. His hands donât roam, remaining wrapped around your waist, but he takes his time, savoring the shared warmth, each brush of your tongues, every breath shared.Â
Dean is the first to pull back. âI gotta go,â he swiftly kisses you again. âI told Jody Iâd be there before midnight.âÂ
âGonna turn into a pumpkin, Winchester?â
He laughs, pecking your lips again, but then his features soften, something close to pleading, âIâm trying,â he grumbles, but you're not sure if it's to remind you or himself.
He doesnât say exactly what it is that heâs trying, but you know he means heâs trying to do things the right way, and thatâs enough. âYou're doing great,â you assure.Â
He kisses you harder, tongue sweeping over your bottom lip, and you let him in. He walks you backward until your back hits your door, and he groans when he presses himself into you. âNope,â he scolds himself, pulling back and comically jogging away down the path, but while you're still laughing at him, he turns back. âCan I take you to breakfast tomorrow?â
You smile, and it widens to a knowing grin. You spare him the OMG shock when the realization hits you, but you do ask, âAre we dating?âÂ
âOnly if you say yes?â
âPick me up at ten.â
He winks, unable to contain the boyish grin, and just as he opens his mouth to say something, a siren blasts, and a sheriffâs car pulls up to Babyâs bumper.
You walk a few feet to stand beside Dean as Travis, the rookie, and Luke, in plain clothes, step out of the vehicle.Â
âYou gotta be kidding me,â Dean says.
Luke and Travis stand beside each other on the sidewalk but donât approach you.
âTen out of ten for dramatic flair,â you snark, clapping once.Â
âBut should have done it while I was kissing her,â Dean adds, âwould have been way more dramatic.â
âI think you meant douchier,â you suggest with a confused frown.Â
âYouâre right,â Dean clicks his fingers as if you're right on the money, âI meant douchier.â
âFunny,â Luke says. âTravis, this man has been driving under the influence. Please breathalyze him.â
You put a hand on Deanâs arm to keep him in place should he decide Luke deserves another punch to the face. After all, heâs not in uniform. Travis is wise enough not to move. You're his boss. Luke has seniority over him but not over you.Â
âReally?â Dean sneers. âThat's all you got?â
âGo home, Luke,â you tell him, âyouâre making a fool of yourself.â
âSo what if I am,â he says, âI just wanna talk.âÂ
âWeâve talked,â you remind him. âYou talked, I listened to your piss poor excuses, and it changed nothing.âÂ
âWe were going to get married.â
You raise your voice, âThat was a reaction to your cheating! You only asked me because you felt guilty, and I only said yes becauseâŚâ you cut yourself off, but Dean looks at you, knowing what you had been about to say.
âWe were good together,â Luke says, seemingly oblivious to the silent conversation that passed between you and Dean. âHeâs just a,â Luke sneers at Dean. âWhat did you call it? A situationship.â
Dean tenses under your grip, and you know the comment had the intended effect. Youâll have to address it later.
Clenching his jaw, he briefly looks away before leveling a glare and taunting, âDude, have some dignity. Sheâs already told you itâs over.â He practically growls his next words. âSo leave.â
Luke ignores Dean, looking directly at you. âYou're angry, I get it. But donât make any rash decisions, please.â he implores.
âI was angry,â you agree, âI was furious, but now Iâm indifferent. You were a rash decision, Luke, and Iâm not saying that to be cruel or get back at you. Itâs the truth.â
Saying those words aloud drives home your previous thoughts of why you started dating Luke. Getting engaged was a reaction to your feelings of rejection from Deanâs honesty about commitment. You release a breath as Lukeâs face drops, finally seeming to understand.
âIâm sorry,â you say.
He shakes his head, blasting out a breath filled with disbelief. âWe were never going to work out,â Luke realizes aloud, âyou were too hung up on him.â
âTravis, Iâm sorry you were dragged into this,â you sigh, âbut please take Luke home.â
âYes, maâam.â
Luke stares for a second longer, but chooses not to say anything further, allowing Travis to usher him into the car.
Dean doesnât move, watching the car disappear from view at the end of the street. Your heart pounds in your chest; youâve just gotten to a good place, and now that might have all been unraveled.
Though you suspect not a lot of it is surprising to Dean. The day you told him about Luke, heâd begged you not to tell him you loved him and he was right for the assumption that you did - or do or might. You can not say it even reject the idea if anyone suggests it, but you canât deny it to yourself. You sought out Luke to replace the emotions you felt werenât reciprocated by Dean.
âMaybe I should take you to breakfast,â you suggest, with a nervous chuckle, âto make up for that. Iâm sorry.â
He shakes his head, giving you a small smile. âNothing to be sorry for,â he assures you, but heâs looking you over like heâs trying to read the emotions behind the words. âYou okay?â
Quickly, you reply, âYeah, of course.â
âYou sure? You look like a bit of âdeer caught in headlightsâ.âÂ
âIâm okay,â you sigh, taking a deep breath. âJust a little worried that's undone all the progress weâve made.â
âIt hasnât,â he tells you, slipping a hand on your hip and pulling you into him. âThis situationship can handle an ex-situationship.â
You grimace, âIâm sorry.â
He laughs, nonplussed, âDonât be. Iâve been called worse.âÂ
He silences your next apology with a deep kiss and slowly, seemingly reluctantly, pulls back. âIâll pick you up at ten for breakfast.â
You're rambling again. Since Valentineâs Day, itâs been happening a lot. Dean knows why you're doing it. He can see it in your expression every time you catch yourself and stutter over the words, changing it to something else and hoping he doesnât notice.Â
The first time it happened, a few weeks ago, Dean thought he misheard you. You were both breathing heavily, your thighs pressed against his ears, holding him in place, writhing while you rode his tongue. He watched your face as much as he could, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your body twitched, and your climax coated his tongue and wet the sheets, âI love yoâŚwhen you do that.â
Three days ago, after a double date with Sara and Dylan, Dean woke you up in bed with coffee and French toast. Still in the haze of sleep, you smiled contentedly, and it almost slipped out. âI loveâŚâ you coughed to cut yourself off, correcting it as you sat up, âI love French toast.â But he could see it in eyes, the adoration tainted with the fear of saying it aloud.
âI love youâ is on the tip of your tongue, and it almost escaped a moment ago.Â
A car accident had kept you late at work, so the dinner reservations had to be canceled, but Dean wouldnât let it ruin the night. Heâd ordered pizza, knowing youâd be starving when you got home, run a bubble bath (with the ulterior motive of joining you), popped open a bottle of your favorite wine - he hated it, thought it tasted like vinegar - and was waiting in the middle of the living room for you with the glass in hand.Â
Taking the glass from him, you lazily kissed him. He could feel how tired you were. Listlessly, you mumbled, âOh god, I love yoâŚâ but had stifled it so quickly that the rim of the glass clinked against your teeth.
Clearly unable to think of an alternative, you began rambling about your day while unnecessarily blitzing around the already clean kitchen with a dishcloth.
He wants you to say it. He figured out how he felt about you when it finally sunk in after youâd told him youâd met someone else. It was more than physical, and it always had been. Otherwise, it wouldnât have hurt so damn much when you told him about Luke.
He hasnât said the words to you, but you have to know thatâs how he feels. He told you heâs trying. Although, there havenât been any conversations about exactly what that entails. Heâs been more communicative. Heâs made future plans - okay, only a week or so ahead at any given time, but that tells you all you need to know, right?
But the way you keep avoiding the phrase sets off a little ripple in his heart. Maybe you donât know. Maybe youâre afraid heâll hightail it out the door like last time if you say it aloud. Maybe he needs to expand his communication skills. He says your name softly, but you either donât hear him or pretend not to, afraid of what comes after.
âI should get you a key cut,â you blabber in. âSave you having to pick the lock next time Iâm not home. Donât want the neighbors calling it in. Mrs Brooks next door is always twitching her curtains.â
He tries again, âY/N,â louder this time.Â
âI need to put a load of laundry in,â you say, striding into the laundry room.Â
âI did it already,â he calls after you.Â
âIâll put it in the dryer then.âÂ
He follows, trapping you inside the smaller space so you have no choice but to turn and face him.
âThe laundry is done and folded in the basket in your room.â he continues, speaking to your back. âThe kitchen is clean. Pizza is on the way. The bath should still be hot.âÂ
You finally look up at him, and thereâs that apprehensive smile again, but your eyes are aglow with the words you chew your lip to suppress.Â
âJust say it,â he sighs, trying to hide his smile.Â
âSay what?âÂ
He steps closer, crowding your space and using a gentle touch to tilt your head up to keep your eyes on his. âYou know what.â He smirks, teasing, âYou canât bite your tongue forever. So just say you love me.â
âI wasnât bitingâŚâ you stammer, âI neverâŚI only meant I was going to get a key cut for you. I didnât mean anythingâŚ.âÂ
âWould you please, shut up?â He silences your rambling with a hard kiss, grabbing your hips and hoisting you to sit on top of the dryer. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you sigh placidly, but he pulls back and grins, âIâm trying to confess my love for you.â
You drop your gaze, avoiding eye contact. âPlease donât.âÂ
He notes your avoidance of looking at him, and panic sets in that maybe heâs got it wrong, again. But he hopes heâs right, so he chuckles, âgiving me a taste of my own medicine.âÂ
You shake your head, âNo. I donât need to hear it, and you donât have to say it âcause you think it's what I want to hear.âÂ
âThatâs not whatâŚâ he tries, but you raise your voice to speak over him.Â
âDean, please!â you wait for him to close his mouth. âI like how things are now, and I donât want to jinx it or have to watch your ass run for the door again.âÂ
âIâm not going anywhere,â he promises, âit will be different this time.â
âWeâve been through this already. I donât want promises, and we donât need to open old wounds.â
âI get why youâreâŚâ
The doorbell interrupts him, and you use the excuse to push him aside as you jump down and scurry out of the room.
He leans against the doorframe facing into the kitchen and listens to you thank the delivery guy. You must have given a generous tip because he thanks you multiple times as you say goodbye to him.
The click of the door closing echoes, and he waits for you to appear, but you donât. He imagines you standing in the hallway, trying to calm yourself.Â
He waits, counting the seconds in his head with the promise that heâll go find you if he reaches thirty.
At fifteen, you enter, eyes glued to the floor, pizza balanced like a cocktail waitress. âIâm gonna go take that bath,â you tell him. âHopefully, it's still warm.âÂ
Youâre assuming the conversation is over. Only it isnât. At least, not for him. He hasnât been working up to it. Heâs never had a grand plan for the first time he says it, but now he knows he needs to say it so you understand and believe him.
Silently, he watches you put a few slices of pizza on a plate - so he presumes heâs not invited to the bubble bath. The stopper gives an audible pop when you pull it from the wine bottle, like an exclamation point on his thoughts.
He clears his throat and proclaims, âI love you.â
The only indication that you heard him is your frozen state, bottle tipped, ready to pour into your glass.Â
âIt took me too long to figure that out, but I do. And saying it or not saying it out loud isnât going to change a damn thing.â
You continue to pour the wine into your glass but donât turn to face him, recorking the bottle and resting against the countertop.
You havenât run away, so he continues, âI always knew we were good together, but now I see that we have a whole future of being good together, not just the here and now.â
Hesitantly, he stalks closer to you, watching you take a large gulp of the red liquid. You must hear his approach because you turn around but jump slightly at his proximity.Â
âIâm ready to move forward,â he confesses, âand I want to do it with you.âÂ
âAre you done?â you ask, finally looking up at him with a teasing but joyful smirk under a shy gaze. âYouâre on a roll there. I just want to be sure before I say anything.âÂ
He laughs but shakes his head once, âNope.â He takes the glass from your hand and puts it beside the bottle. âOne more thing,â he leans in closer, tilting your chin up, lips whispering over yours, âI love you.â
You chase his lips as he pulls back, âCâmon, you know you want to,â he teases, making no attempt to hide his smugness. Heâs got you right where he wants you. âJust say you love me.â
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Pinky Promises
Robert Rosenthal x Reader
Word Count - 1840
- this is a part 2/continuation of Spilled Drinks that was requested by anon.
Ever since the night Y/N had literally ran into Rosie at the bar she couldnât seem to rid herself of a small smile, no matter what she did. When the girls made it back to their barracks that night, the ambushing of questions went on for well over an hour and even into the next morning.
âYou have to talk to him again, Y/N. We both saw the way he looked at you when you were dancing.â Violet declared as she pinned her hair back under the white cap the Red Cross was gracious enough to bless them with. âYou know Violet is right, Y/N. Heâs already dreaming of a house back in the states and curly headed babies running around.â
âHazel!â Y/N stopped midway through her dress buttons to lightly smack her friend on the arm, cheeks burning bright red. âI just met the man and for all we know, he doesnât care and will never speak to me again.â Reaching down to grab her work satchel packed full of supplies.
âWell Y/N if that was the case I donât believe Mr. Rosenthal would be waiting outside for you, would he?â Violet taunted, Y/Nâs head snapping up to meet her friend's gaze. Violet stood peering out the window, fingers holding the blinds open enough to see outside. Hurriedly, Y/N rushed over the window trying her best to not trip over her own feet.
Sure enough there stood Robert Rosenthal - hands shoved in his pockets gaze searching the area around him.
âGo get him, tiger!â Hazel bent forward, laughing.
There truly was not much left in this world that could phase Y/N. She had seen it all in the cruel reality that was war. Men she had grown close to over the span of their visits to the nurses stations would come back battered and broken, some beyond repair - and despite all of what she saw, she was always able to ground herself. She had to. But now, she felt like a young school girl again. Her body was littered with anxiety - sweaty palms, shaking hands, and a racing heart. Why?
All because Robert Rosenthal was standing outside of the nursing barracks.
The squeaking of the barrack front door brought her back down to reality for a moment before the brightness of the sun had her quickly shielding her eyes.
âRosie, is that you?â she more than obviously knew the answer but she still could not convince herself that it really was him.
âUh, yeahâ, he let out an awkward chuckle âI wanted to stop by this morning and see how things were going. Maybe walk you to the nurses station since Iâm heading in that direction.â he was rambling. She stood, head cocked up to him, eyes squinting still from the sun. âI mean, unless, that makes you uh - uncomfortable.â
âIâd love the company. The commute can get a bit lonely.â that same small smile making its way back onto her face. Rosie extended his hand for Y/N to lead the way and with one quick glance back inside she saw her friends staring out at her, smiles plastered on each of their faces.
âWhat is on your itinerary, today?â Robert finally spoke up.
âThe usual. Work until roughly 1900, probably later since there is a mission today and hope to make it back to the barracks in time to do some reading before I get up and do it all again tomorrow.â Y/N paused, kicking a few pebbles along the path before she continued. âHow is the day looking for you?â
âNothing too crazy but I am going up today.â he said nonchalantly, stopping Y/N in her place.
âYouâre flying today?â she almost felt like throwing up. Maybe it was selfishness or chosen ignorance but Y/N had grown to hope the war wouldnât need Robert anymore. She hoped she could protect him from it but all she could do was treat the wounds he would inevitably bring back to her.
âYeah, debriefing starts at 0730. Iâm heading over there once we get you where you need to be.â Her anxiety ridden mind could not help but imagine this was Rosieâs goodbye to her.
Y/N stepped forward to Rosie, grabbing his hands in hers as she looked up to maintain eye contact.
âI know I am just a nurse and you canât tell me what you're doing up there or where youâre going but you have to pinky promise me youâll be safe.â Dropping his left hand, she stuck her pinky out expectantly.
âCross my heart.â he said, as their pinkies connected tightly.
As they continued along their walk, conversation came easily. The pair were still strangers by most accounts and each of them hated it. Y/N wanted to know everything there was to know about Robert Rosenthal and she had made it her plan to figure it out. Stopping outside the nurses station, Rosie removed his hat and began anxiously squeezing it in his hands.
âBe safe up there, fly boy.â Y/N teased, attempting to keep the mood as lightened as she could.
âAs long as you do the same down here.â Y/N nodded.
âThis mission will be my 20th. Iâve got a two day pass calling my name once my feet hit the ground. Let me treat you to a real introduction and dinner.â Rosie spoke quickly, nerves taking over the brunette.
âI would love that, Mr. Rosenthal.â rising on her tiptoes to plant a quick kiss against his cheek. âYou know where I'll be when you get back.â With that, Y/N took a step back and hurried inside to her awaiting duties.
There wasnât any other time that Y/N had remembered the clock dragging by so slowly. The seconds ticking by was beginning to drive her up the wall and she had to busy herself with random duties. It was while she was restocking the gauze that she heard the all too familiar rumble of the engines overhead. She couldnât make it to the window to count the returning planes but she hoped, with all her being, every single one of them returned. Hazelâs blonde curls popped around the closet corner, an all too familiar sign that the once quiet med bay was about to pure, unadulterated chaos.
âWeâve got boys already headed our way.â Hazel spoke softly, as if she tried to lessen the blow.
âHow bad?â Y/N asked but was only met with a small head shake from the blonde - it was never a good sign.
When Y/N finally saw Robert Rosenthal, he appeared in the med bay doors adorning some cuts and scrapes across his face.
âI told you I would make it back, pretty lady. My leave starts at 0700 sharp. Letâs go to London.â
It was pure luck that her days off coincided with Rosieâs rendezvous and that Helen and Violet were great at covering for their friend. The train ride was where Y/N finally got to the bottom of who Robert Rosenthal truly was. Shortly after taking their seats, Y/N couldnât help but start to prod.
âAlright, tell me everything Mr. Rosenthal. Give me all the dirty details.â, her cheeks flushed bright red ,âuh- not like that i mean tell me - uh - tell me something no one else knows about you or something.â She could have thrown herself off of the moving train at that point but Rosie just flashed her a smile and started speaking.
âRobert Rosenthal, from Brooklyn, New York. I was working in law before all this mess. I loved it. Graduated top of my class actually. But after Pearl Harbor, I couldnât keep sitting on my ass while my country needed me so - I enlisted.â
âNo secret wife or kids back at home?â Y/N poked.
âNo maâam. Itâs just me. And - uh - as far as something no one on this side of the world knows about me - I was the captain for my collegeâs baseball team. I was trying to be the next DiMaggio.â a small chuckle escaping him as he finished his sentence. âNow what about you?â he asked, softly bumping his shoulder up against the girls.
âNothing too crazy for me. I always loved helping folks, I was told my whole life I was meant to be a nurse. Once we started fighting this fight I knew I had to volunteer - sorta like you I guess. Iâm not dropping bombs or toting a gun but knowing I patch you all up before you get back in the saddle is enough for me.â she sighed, turning up to glance at Rosie.
âAnd no secret husband out at war or kids back at home?â Rosie mimicked her early question. Y/N snorted, shaking her head. âGod no, Robert. Where Iâm from I donât turn heads.â He took a moment to look at her, maintaining eye contact before he took his large hand and grasped over hers before pulling them on to his lap.
âWell Y/N Y/L/N you turned mine - and maybe after we get all this nonsense settled with the bad guys, I can give you a tour of Brooklyn. I know just the place that Iâd love to take you dancing.â
âIâm most certainly holding you to it but for now, letâs explore London.â raising her free hand to the platform approaching quickly.
âYes maâam. How would you feel about a picnic?â
âThat sounds absolutely lovely.â
Rosie stood up as soon as the train hissed to a stop, busying himself with gathering the overnight bags each of them had packed. He stubbornly insisted on carrying both to the hotel around the corner. Y/N knew they would have to enter as colleagues and nothing more, separating as they went to their respective rooms to drop off their bags before meeting again in the hallway.
âLetâs go find sandwiches.â he spoke quietly and Y/N nodded, falling in line behind him as they walked past the lobby and out to the streets. For the first time Y/N really took in the size of the city around her and she couldnât even help that her jaw was almost to the floor. The Germans had done their share of damage but it didnât lessen the experience for her at all.
âWhat is it, Y/N?â Rosie questioned, taking a step towards her.
âIâve never seen a city like this before. This is just - wow.â Rosie broke out into an ear-to-ear grin. âIt is awesome but wait until I take you to Brooklyn. Weâll catch the train to New York City and Iâll make sure you take the ferry to see the Statue of Liberty.â
âYou promise?â Y/N broke from her trance to look up as Rosie smiled and turned to her fully, sticking out her left hand.
âI pinky promise.â he said, watching as Y/N connected their hands tightly. âYou better believe it. I havenât broken a promise yet.â
AUTHORS NOTE - hi friends, i hope everyone enjoyed this little part two to spilled drinks. there may be a part 3 to this little series if itâs wanted. please feel free to give me feedback or more requests as my inbox as open. iâm still new to this so i appreciate anything :)
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starving
part 1 | part 2 [you're here!]
Simon x Fem!Insecure!Reader.
finally got the idea for part 2. excited?
me too
TW: Talk of ed's, negative self talk, low self esteem, bad mouthing (from reader to herself, comes with the territory) cursing, self harm. i tried not to be too descriptive with the reader, so EVERY insecure girlie who reads this feels seen.
semi proofread bc who cares
The next morning was exhausting as the last.
You got up early to go running. If you ever have the chance, you run until the sun comes up. You need to stay fit if you want a boyfriend. It was easier when you were on your meds. Almost like you had the will to live those mornings.
You were back at the house around 8 am. You weren't scheduled for work today so... You headed back to bed and really, just slept the day away
You woke up around 5 pm. 5, really? God, you are just some depressed child.
You got out of bed for the second time, and changed into a dress. It was hard seeing yourself in a dress after 2 years. You stopped going out because alcoholism and anti-depressants aren't really two peas in a pod, are they?
Well this is why you quit. You dropped your therapist and your meds because you were better, and your mom stopped helping with the payments, and now you can go back to partying.
Minus the heavy drinking.
Hopefully.
You tear your eyes off yourself. If you stare too long, you'll end up convincing yourself to stay in bed longer. You configure the rest of your outfit, and grab a small black purse. Throwing your phone in it, you leave the house quicky. If you don't, you might properly convince yourself you're just as ugly as you thought..
The drive to the bar was silent, save from the honking cars around you. Fuck, what if this is the wrong idea? I mean the looks everyone will give you, you look so bad and so ugly and god this was such a bad--
You hear a car honk behind you. The light turned green. You lower your head, sighing, and taking a left.
Once at the bar, you slip into one of the seats nearer the back, feeling uncomfortable in the seat. Adjusting your dress down, you cringe while looking around the bar. There's so many pretty women here, and comparatively you are way under them.
You order a drink, sipping on the alcohol for the first time in months. Fuck, your therapist would be losing it if she knew you not only stopped meds but started drinking again...
You rested your head in your palm, watching others interact. Pretty women just have a way with men, a way you've never had. The buzz of the alcohol was enough to make you not question why nobody has interacted with you, other than the bartender. People probably think your such a loser, I mean, who would just sit here and drink--
"Hey. You're, uh.. That girl from yesterday right?" A gruff voice appears behind you. You flinch forward, whipping your head around.
Oh. This guy.
You slowly put your drink down, your palm over the top of it.
"And who are you?" You ask, eyeing the man. He didn't have his mask on. He was... Really cute.
"A customer." He sat next to me, his eyes trained on mine. I felt sort of flushed under his gaze.
Fuckin' small world.
You spent some of the night talking with him. Still don't know his name, or why you ran into him here, but you don't care nonetheless.
You were looking for sex this night but... Is a connection so bad?
Like you could make a connection with someone who is out of your league.
thank god i finished this. 3 drafts later, and im sorry its kinda short. trust part 3 is gonna have the good stuff, this is kinda a filler so it can get to the good stuff.
ily babes...
-a661
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