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morgan-lowell · 4 months ago

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Karasuno in a Fitting Room

Hi. I work in a fitting room. I hate it. Don’t work in a fitting room. But lemme tell you how I think Karasuno would act in a fitting room. For sillies and funnies.

Daichi

A very polite boy!

Who has no idea what he is doing!

Someone please help him

Oh wait that’s my job…

He constantly calls for help

“Do you have this in a bigger size? What other colors do you have? What's the return policy on these? Does another store have it?”

Like bro please chill out with the questions other people need help 😭😭

He’s a model customer tho

Brings out the clothes, says please and thank you, and makes very nice conversation

He would be a regular that I’d make friends with

Sugawara

Oikawa called him Mr. Refreshing and hE WAS SO RIGHT

What is it about him that makes him such a good customer?

Is it his pretty face? Is it his easygoing smile? His politeness? Or is it something innate? Why do I feel like everything will be all right with him around?

Idk what it is but he’s making my day 🤷‍♀️

He’s the type to show his outfit and ask “How does this look on me?”

Quick story, a customer once asked me what I thought of the purple pants he was planning to buy and I described them as "swanky"

I think he was intimidated by that because his response was "wow, I have never heard that word before" 😂😂 and he left the pants

Sugawara would not be intimidated by me calling his outfit swanky

Also lowkey does my job if I have to walk away or turn my back

“Oh yeah, just go right in! You can set what you don’t want on the counter.”

Suga please it’s my job you don’t have to do this

Asahi

“Hello, welcome in!” “Oh, hello!”

Very apologetic customer

“I’m sorry to disturb you but could you help me with this?”

Omg yes of course I’ll help you don’t apologize for needing help that’s what I’m here for

Actually listens when I ask him to bring his clothes out when he’s done

Lemme know if anyone is ever bothering you hun cuz I can call security to have them kicked out

Apologizes when he brings his clothes out 😭

“I’m so sorry to add more to your workload…”

Tbh you don’t have to apologize when you bring clothes back…

“…I can just put these back where I found them?”

On second thought, you’re an angel and I’ll love you forever Asahi

I wish all customers like Asahi a very pleasant evening and a pat on the head

Nishinoya

s i g h

I love you Noya, I really do

But I know for a fact that he’d be a MENACE in the fitting rooms

He’s just so loud?? For no reason????

Bro what are you yelling in the fitting room for??? There’s only a mirror and a bench in there???????

He’s like that random kid in the school hallway that screams for no reason

He doesn’t sound like he’s in distress tho?? so I don’t call security yet

Also, he sometimes shops in the kids section I KNOW HE DOES HAHAHA

No shame Noya, I shop in the kids section too

The adults section doesn't have pikachu hoodies

I bet he grabbed one too

Tbh he’d be funny enough where I can excuse his loudness

He brings his clothes out (none of it folded and no hangers) and says:

“Sorry about that, my friend sent me a pic of a dog he saw and I got excited.”

Understandable king, have a nice day

I tell my coworkers about the weird customer who was screaming about a dog and we all agree he was very relatable

Tanaka

“Hi, welcome in!” “Heya! Thanks!”

This guy looks intimidating. He probably won't bring his clothes out

He comes out dressed in nice jeans and a dark polo shirt

"Can I ask for your opinion? I'm going on a date later today and I wanna dress nicely but I don't know what I'm doing."

Oh...

Yeah of course, I'll help you out. Is it more formal or casual?

Actually a really chill and cool dude!

So respectful too

He asks for opinions on each outfit

"I need a woman's opinion. What do girls like best on a man?"

Uhh, personally I’m a huge fan of poet shirts and thigh highs but we don’t sell those

"Are you sure this looks good?" "Yes! The color really suits you."

Brings his rejected outfits to me and says:

"Thanks for all your help. I feel like a new man with these clothes!"

Man, you are so very welcome! I hope the date goes well!

Ennoshita

He is power walking for some reason??

“Hi, welcome in!” “Hellothankyou.”

Why is he talking so fast? Are you okay dude??

Leaves and tries on multiple things

Bro does not know his size so he’s gotta try everything

The more clothes he brings in, the deeper I feel my stomach sink

Until…

“Uh, I’ll just take these back where I found them. I need to get another size anyway.”

omgomgomgomg

Wait you dropped this king 👑

I don’t even care if they’re on the right hanger or not

This must be an angel sent to provide me relief from the other bozos in this store

He leaves too quickly for me to tell him to have a nice day

Kinoshita

Karasuno has very polite boys who were raised right so I have complete faith in them

Although I do draw the line of kindness somewhere

Take Kinoshita for example

He does everything right: greets me back, says thank you, brings his clothes out, and he even has a good smile

It goes downhill once he returns his clothes

Cuz he’s trying to be helpful by folding the clothes at my counter but…

He’s not doing it right 😬😬

K-Kinoshita please, I appreciate what you’re doing but you’re doing it wrong and I’m just gonna have to redo it and it’s a little embarrassing to watch please just stop

“Um, thank you, have a good one!”

My smile says I’m dying inside

Narita

“Hello, welcome in!” *nods as a greeting*

Quiet and respectful. I like him already

He’s not gonna try on a lot, just what he needs

In and out in no time

“Thank you, have a good one!”

I wish more people were like Narita

Kageyama

Ummmm he’s okay, comes off a little rude

Just waltzes right in without greeting

“Hi, welcome in!” “…”

Ok buddy

He's just very focused lol

He's a quick changer, love that about him

Oof wait I can see him competing with Hinata to see who changes faster

UGH THATD BE THE WORST

They would leave a huge mess and make so much noise

I might call security on them lol

They’re the teenagers in Target everyone warns you about

Anyway, back to Kageyama

He’s a polite lad so he brings the clothes out but they’re either on the wrong hanger or just bunched up in his hands

I’ll take it. Great effort Kageyama! 👍

Hinata

✨THE PERFECT CUSTOMER✨

he’s so nice and friendly, I would love for Hinata to visit my fitting room

“Hi, welcome in!” “Hello! Thank you!”

He’d make easy conversation, workers love him instantly

Such a nice smile!!!

And so polite!!!!!!

Truly an anomaly in this store

He’s really quick with changing too, he wastes no time

My carrot top son, I love him so much

He probably knows his exact size and everything

Also shops in the kids section LOL

Unproblematic, friendly, AND HE BRINGS THE CLOTHES OUT WHEN HES DONE

“I’m sorry. I tried to hang them myself but I had no idea how.”

Baby it is okay, your effort is appreciated please know that I love you

I only tell the customers I like to have a nice day and Hinata would get one every time

“Thank you! Have a nice day!” “Thank you, you too!”

Tsukishima

I feel like Tsukishima is self-aware enough to realize his personality would not survive working retail lol

One customer would be rude and he’d clap back instantly and get fired cuz they’d complain about him

So he’s unproblematic when he’s at a store

Asshole to everyone but customer service workers

Treat others how you want to be treated kinda guy

Probably hates trying on clothes cuz he never finds anything that fits

At least he’s respectful

“Thank you, have a nice day!” “Thank you.”

Yamaguchi

“Hello, welcome in!” “Oh, um, thank you.”

Nice and good boi!

Also doesn’t find anything in his size but he’ll ask

I’d actually do my job and help him look LOL

He probably tries to go outside his comfort zone but he’s having a hard time

“Are you sure this looks okay?” “Of course! But how do you feel in it?”

I tend to do that a lot with customers like Yams

Wear what you feel good in!

That just a lil tip for yall 😘

He brings out all the clothes but they’re backwards lol

“Thank you. I hope you like your outfit!” “Thank you, you too!”

Oops uhhhh, I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that

Kiyoko

“Hi, welcome in!” “Hello.”

A…a natural beauty…

I can’t look at her…it’s too much….

Queen slays with every outfit she tries on

She keeps admiring the skirts and shorts but she never tries them on??

Wonder why

“Did you need help finding that skirt in another size?” “Oh… No. Thank you though.”

Despite absolutely nailing every outfit and catching the attention of just about every other patron in the store, she returns all the clothes.

“I’m sorry. Nothing seemed to suit me. Thank you for all your help.”

Wh…what???

Girl everything suited you. Whaddaya mean!?!?

I know you wanted to try that skirt on! It would look so good!!

But hey, idk her story, I just work in the fitting room

“You’re welcome. Please have a nice day!”

I wonder if she’ll every come back for that skirt…

Yachi

Another very apologetic customer

No one needs to apologize this much guys 😭

“I’m so sorry for making a mess!”

You haven’t made any kind of mess! Please calm down!

She’s also pretty quick with changing

She comes out after with all the clothes…folded and hung perfectly??? What is this witchcraft????

I bet she’s worked retail before

She holds up two different shirts and says “Um, can I ask for your opinion on these two? Which do you prefer?”

She’s very clearly a little wound up so maybe some light conversation will loosen her

“I like the one on the right…” it’s not the truth but it leads to a conversation and she starts to relax more

“Thank you so much. You’ve been very helpful!” “It’s no trouble at all. Enjoy the rest of your day!” “Thank you! You do as well!”

I think I just made a new friend :)

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liillyliilly · 6 months ago

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Shirts To Victory

sawamura daichi x reader words; 2504 synopsis; trading shirts with you so you can take your test never ended up feeling so good

Sawamura Daichi is mature.

Sawamura Daichi is responsible.

And most importantly, Sawamura Daichi is caring.

She, however, lacked a lot of those things. Especially the whole being a responsible person thing. And that’s how she got into her current situation.

The thing about Karasuno is that to be honest, Karasuno’s academic expectations were a bit strict.

You have to wear your uniform when taking tests. And she had a natural hatred against the uniform. And she was just naturally forgetful. So, when the testing season comes around she ends up in a predicament.

The class was clearing out, and Daichi sat at his desk, reviewing some volleyball notes since he had a free period next class.

“Hey, Daichi.” She had a few classes with the brown-haired volleyball captain. Naturally, she became acquaintances with the boy.

“Oh, hi.” Daichi has never been one to be flustered, especially with the pressure of having to stay calm as a captain.

Something about her made him feel all bubbly inside. Like the way Nishinoya acted when he received a difficult serve. Or how Suga felt when he was called in to be the setter. His feeling was likely the same as Hinata’s when he could finally land a quick attack.

“So, I’ve got an important question for you.” She pondered if Daichi would care to even listen to her. She was never truly close with him, but his demeanor comforted her. She is sure that he also made other people feel that way.

“I might just have an answer.” Daichi shifted his body to face her. That’s when he noticed it. She wasn’t wearing the uniform, she was wearing a pair of black slacks and an oversized lilac blouse.

The bell rang out for students to head to their next class. At the sound, she turned visibly distressed. She set her hands on Daichi’s shoulders, forcing him to make eye contact with her. Daichi swallowed thickly, he had never been this close to her before and it was making his body burst spots of heat dotting up his neck.

“Quick! Switch shirts with me so I can take my test!”

Daichi swore he could just faint.

“You want me, to-to switch shirts, wi-with you?” Daichi choked out. The words felt like peanut butter in his mouth, sticking to his teeth.

“Yes. And my math test is starting soon. So well, strip.” She felt her face heat up. Maybe asking Daichi to help her with something like this would finally overtake tripping her toddler cousin as the worst experience of her life.

“Oka-okay.” Daichi stood up and reached behind him to tug on the collar of his shirt. She quickly turned around, covering her face with her hand.

“Here.” Daichi slid his black shirt off and onto the desk. Crossing his arms, he turned around so she could take off her shirt.

Soon, she was sitting in her math class wearing a large shirt that smelt strongly of volleyball and evergreen. And she knew that Sawamura Daichi would never be getting this uniform shirt back unless he happened to try and pry it from her cold dead hands.

Daichi sat wearing the tight purple blouse and covering his face in embarrassment. At least he was alone in the classroom.

Sugawara was looking for his best friend, and after looking around the gym, he figured his best bet was to go to Daichi’s class. And when he saw his best friend in the blouse he just knew that this was a prime example of the lengths he would go to.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Daichi, where’d you get the shirt? I might want one of my own.” Suga tapped his chin with his pointer finger.

“Stop it.” Daichi turned and faced his best friend. “I’m doing a favor.”

“The things you do for love.” Daichi shrugged.

When school was over, Daichi and his shirt thief met in his classroom.

“Thanks, for everything. I mean it.” She picked at the rim of the shirt, “Most people wouldn’t even think of doing that.”

Daichi put a hand behind his head, messing his hair up. But she still thought he looked great.

“Well, I guess I’m not most people then. Because I would do it all over again.”

“Really?”

“One hundred percent.”

“Do you want your shirt back?” She offered, feeling slightly upset at losing the piece of Daichi she had grown attached to.

“I have plenty of others. You can keep that one.“ Daichi cringed, realizing just words made him sound like he didn’t want back something she had touched. “Unless you don’t want it that is.”

“Oh, I want this shirt. Daichi, you can keep my blouse. I was meaning to get rid of it anyway.”

“I think I look pretty good, Purple is kinda my color, don’t ya think?”

The pair laughed and kept joking about the situation until Daichi had to go to practice.

Wearing the blouse.

And she walked home with a couple of her friends.

Wearing the uniform top.

“Hinata, how much of that did you see?” Daichi rubbed his eyelids in exasperation.

Hinata always managed to be in the wrong place at just the wrong time. He had seen the shirt exchange and heard the conversation post-shirt exchange.

“Well, um, I honestly didn’t mean to listen in on your conversation with that girl. I just wanted you to give me a few critiques on how to improve my defense.” Hinata jumped up and down trying to explain his side of the story.

“Hinata. I will not hesitate to tell Kageyama not to throw you any more balls.”

Hinata saluted Daichi and marched off to where Kageyama was warming up.

Daichi smiled to himself, looking down at the blouse before changing into his jersey. Carefully folding the blouse he put it into his sports duffel bag.

“Okay! Let’s get started!” Daichi clapped his hands bringing all attention to him.

That wasn’t quite the end of his time with her. Kiyoko made sure of that. She had had enough of Daichi retelling the same story about her friend, she ended up cleverly crafting a solution. At least this way, there would be a new story to hear.

She honestly didn’t know what compelled her to accept Kiyoko’s offer. It was her massive crush on Sawamura Daichi doing all the talking and agreeing.

“Wait? You want to go, in place of me, with Daichi to the sports festival?” Kiyoko hesitantly holds out the packet to be filled out for the Festival Participants. (Kiyoko contemplated her potential in taking an acting class.)

“Yeah, sure! What’s the worst that could happen?” She gave a toothy grin and happily took the packet from Kiyoko.

“I would have Yachi go, but she promised to help Hinata and Kageyama study. And I’m busy trying to get some documents filed away for the Volleyball Club’s next training camp.” Kiyoko lets out a sigh but quickly recomposes herself.

“The sports festival can’t be that bad! All the captains go with their oldest manager and compete in games for a fundraiser, simple as that.” She felt confident in her ability to do the games. They were straightforward and made her want to participate instead of just watching them happen.

“As simple as it seems, I’m just letting you know now, Daichi has a fierce passion for victory.” Kiyoko shivered and then shook her head, “It is unparalleled. So you might want to start conditioning yourself sooner rather than later.”

After bidding the gorgeous girl farewell, she went home.

She inspected her teeth in the mirror, before speaking the words that had been rumbling around in her brain. “Daichi can’t be that bad. Can he?” Scratching her head, and putting the matter to the side.

When the month had finally passed, it was now the day of the official Karasuno Sports Festival Fundraiser.

She had worn what Kiyoko had given her, a simple t-shirt with Volleyball printed on the back in a bold font, and a pair of orange shorts with black stripes down the sides. Pulling her hair up, someone tapped her shoulder.

Sawamura Daichi. Volleyball Captain. Perfect male specimen. And of course, the only boy to ever grasp her attention for longer than a week.

“Nice to see you again Daichi.” She shook the hand that he outstretched for her.

“When Kiyoko told me that you were going to be taking her place, I was pretty excited.” Daichi admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

“When Kiyoko asked me to take her place I was excited too! I’ve always wanted to be in the Sports Festival, but it just never worked out.”

“Well, I earnestly hope you and I can properly represent the Volleyball club.” Daichi began to stretch, she mimicked his motions.

To be frank, she was glad that the boy's outfits were what they were. A t-shirt with sleeves stopping at the end of the shoulder, and shorts cropped at the mid-thigh.

If Daichi was being frank, he was worried. He kept thinking about the conversation he had with Kiyoko a month ago.

“Are you sure this will work?” Daichi didn’t plan on Kiyoko taking it upon herself to get him alone with his shirt thief.

“Of course it will. She is undeniably the most helpful girl I know. She wouldn’t hesitate to take my spot.” Kiyoko kept sweeping the gym floor as Daichi paced back and forth in front of the entrance. The cold morning air slightly relaxed him.

“But won’t she get curious about Yachi not taking your place, I mean if you can’t go, it would make the most sense for Yachi to go instead?”

“I got it covered. Daichi, you got this. Just don’t overwhelm her. A fundraiser has the word ‘fun’ in it after all.”

“Who told you that one?” He knew full well that Tanaka had been saying lines like that all week.

“It doesn’t matter. Just, wait. You have a month to memorize any icebreakers that you want to use. She’s an easygoing person, just have a good time.” Kiyoko explained. She thought that Daichi was going to accidentally drive himself insane from all the thinking he was doing.

“So, what’s your favorite color?” Daichi offered as the pair started walking to the first event.

“Let me think.” She tapped her chin before raising her finger into the air to imitate a lightbulb moment. “Black. And you?”

“Oh, definitely black.” Daichi had asked for conversational advice from Suga, who said that Daichi should try and find a lot of common ground between the two.

“Really? That’s cool! We have the same favorite color.” She felt relieved that Daichi was trying to keep talking to her, even if it seemed choppy and somehow memorized.

“First event, three-legged race. We just have to stay in front of the track team. Got it?” Daichi picked up the rope from the equipment table.

“The track team? Aren’t they supposed to be fast? Because it’s, well, it’s the track team.” She pouted and wrung her fingers in nervous excitement.

“Sure they’re fast, but they probably aren’t as good at communication. We are.” Daichi explained while tying the rope onto his right leg and her left leg.

The pairs had begun lining up at the starting line. The red track looped around the soccer field, and they needed to run one lap. She thought back on all the times she made excuses in gym class to get out of running the mile. Maybe she should’ve done conditioning like Kiyoko suggested.

They won the three-legged race.

And they just kept winning things.

The egg toss, (Daichi named the egg, and she kept it in her bag for the entire festival.)

The paintball competition, (When they had won Daichi hugged her and lifted her up into the air. After realizing this, he turned red. But she took a paintball and broke it, painting her cheeks with two stripes of orange, then doing the same to Daichi.)

The speed eating, (As it turns out Daichi was allergic to the type of pancake flour used, but he still was able to beat out the wrestling team. She got to use an EpiPen for the first time on another person. It was a bad decision for him to eat the pancakes. “But hey! We still won”, Daichi had exclaimed.)

Throughout the day, Daichi found it easier to hold a conversation with her. And even though Kiyoko had warned her about his scary determination to win, she found it completely adorable. Especially when they won a game and Daichi let out a loud “Yes!” and pumped his fists.

At the end of the day, it was a victory for everyone involved.

The principal started a dramatic drumroll to announce the winner.

Daichi had reached out and gripped her hand tightly. The sounds of people hitting their hands make a rumbling drumroll blocking out any other noise.

“Are you nervous we won’t win?” She asked because that seemed to be the only reason why Daichi would be holding her hand. She could feel the calluses from receiving volleyballs against her hand. She tried her best to get her voice loud enough so that Daichi could hear her amongst the drumrolls.

“Nope. I know we’re going to win. I just wanted to hold your hand.” Daichi gave her a blinding smile. The kind that made the rain stop falling, the sun shine more brightly, and the kind to make her fall harder than before.

“Volleyball Club!”

The crowd burst into applause, and Daichi could see his team going crazy in the stands.

Nishinoya had started jumping up on Tanaka’s shoulders. Asahi was crying. Suga was doing an encouraging dance with Ennoshita and Yamaguchi. Even Tsukishima had an upturned smirk.

When the field was cleared out, they sat in the middle of the field basking in the sunset. Daichi had offered to walk her home earlier, but she had insisted on them watching the sunset.

The way the sun faded from view, painting the sky in streaks of reds, oranges, and yellows, then blending into purples and blues, was the way that Daichi felt. The colors mixed so perfectly and satisfyingly that he wanted to sit there forever with her next to him.

“Daichi.”

“Yeah?”

“I am aching.” She moved her arms like they were noddles, earning a low laugh in return.

“Me too.”

“Daichi. Do you think it was a bad decision that I ended up being at the sports festival with you and not Kiyoko?” She didn’t want to bring down the mood with her negativity, but she wanted to know the truth. If Kiyoko would’ve been a better partner than her. Even though the answer might hurt her, she wanted to know.

“I have made a lot of bad decisions today, but spending my time with you was not one of them,” Daichi confessed. And in one quick motion, he took hold of her hand once again. And he swore he wouldn’t ever let go.

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yearofinstitutionalization · 1 year ago

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108/638 One Suga a day while he is away

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btsstaysgold · 9 months ago

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Let's get into the fact that Kim Namjoon is literally a Man written by a Woman.

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wh0re43van · 1 year ago

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I’ve always cared (Jimmy Darling X Reader)

Summary: Elsa took you in, seeing herself in you, when you and Jimmy were just 6 years old. Everyone at the camp loves you, Ethel has taken you under her wing, but Jimmy is much less than thrilled with your presence.

Warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 2.7k

A/n: I’ve gotten a couple requests, it may take a bit longer than expected because Im in college and I’m swamped at the moment, but I am working on them! This is just a Jimmy imagine I had been working on for a while. I tried to make this one a bit shorter! Thank you for reading, enjoy!

I glance at the wooden clock hanging on the lilac wallpaper covering my small trailer. 3:00pm, I better go meet Thomas, my new beau, at the entrance of the carnival. Hopefully Jimmy minds his business this time. It seems like every time I bring a date back here, he scares them off.

I look in my mirror, straightening out my purple and white dress before walking out the creaky metal door. As I step out onto my porch, I glance over at Jimmy’s trailer which happens to be about 50 feet from mine. He looks away and takes a sip out of his whiskey glass, resuming his reading of today’s newspaper. Theres always been tension between us. Well, more like a blatant dislike towards me. Jimmy always managed to get me in trouble with Elsa when we were little, now he constantly chases off boys I bring home. Whenever I would ask him why he hates me so much, he would just walk away, so I gave up.

I walk through the giant clown mouth and up to Thomas’ automobile as he steps out.

“Hey suga’. ” Thomas flashes a bright smile and pulls out a comb to slick back his dark hair.

“I’ve missed you Thomas,” I beam as I lean up to peck his cheek. I grab his hand to lead him back to my trailer.

As we approach my door, I see Jimmy glower over his newspaper. Not at me, but at Thomas. They make eye contact, and neither one wants to look away first. Seeming to be in some weird battle of unspoken dominance.

“Why so crabby, lobster boy?” Thomas teases. I roll my eyes. To my surprise, Jimmy says nothing. Just sips his whiskey, still refusing to break eye contact.

“Thomas quit it,” I huff then all but shove him into my trailer.

“I don’t know what that guy-“ I halt his words with a soft kiss, putting my hands on his chest.

“Don’t pay attention to him,” I smile and pull his black shirt from behind his buckle and over his head. “Just pay attention to me.” I bite my lip and a devilish smile creeps onto his face. I push him onto my bed and turn on the radio before straddling his waist, dipping down to kiss his neck. Thomas reaches up to close my blinds above my bed.

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Jimmys POV

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I see some shuffling out of the corner of my eye. I glance up at Y/n’s window to see that bastard shirtless with her on top of him. He notices my looking and gives me a sly wink before closing the blinds. I feel my face contort into a scowl and my blood pressure raise. I gulp down the last of my whiskey before I slam the paper down, shaking the table and knocking the glass over, but I’m too pissed to care. I march over to where my mother is starting supper.

“Why is she allowed to do that?” I huff, pointing at Y/Ns trailer.

“Why can who do what, son?” my mom asks while chopping some celery.

“Y/n,” I take my hat off to scratch my head. God, she makes my skin crawl from anger. “Why is she allowed to bring random guys here all the time?”

“Oh Jimmy,” Ma shakes her head. “She’s young and beautiful, let her have her fun.” She grabs the celery and turns to take it to a big pot. I follow her with angry footsteps.

“Yeah, well my trailer is 50 feet from hers Ma. I’d prefer to not have to hear her ‘fun’ every weekend.” I argued. Ma turns to look at me.

“Maybe if you brought some ‘fun’ back here for yourself you wouldn’t be in such a tizzy,” she raises her eyebrow. I narrow my eyes at her, grunting in annoyance before storming into the main tent. My mother had managed to make me even more angry, possibly because she might be right.

“Elsa!” I shout throwing the striped curtains out of my way. Elsa turns around in the fold up chair, removing a cigarette from her mouth.

“Yes, boy? What is it?” She asks flatly.

“Tell me why y/n is allowed to bring normies snooping around here for free all the time,” I question, stomping up to stand in front of her.

“Its not for free boy. They often come back with their families or friends for the real show. When she picks the wealthy ones, they even buy refreshments. So, are you asking why I’m allowing free publicity?” she pauses to take a drag off her cigarette. “I hope not because that’s a stupid question.” she exhales the smoke in my face. Once again, I march away, even more heated with whiskey sloshing in my veins. “dummer junge.” I hear the crone mutter in German as I beeline towards y/n trailer. A storm opens up, pouring down rain as if matching my emotion.

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Y/N’s POV

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Thomas leaves wet kisses on my neck as ‘put your head in my shoulder’ plays from my old stereo. I set down my glass of wine to help him unbutton the blouse of my dress. His eyes shimmer with lust as I reach behind my back to unclasp my off-white brazier. Out of no where, my door swings open.

I snap my head to my doorway as a very angry, slightly drunk Jimmy crashes through. I freeze as Thomas jumps off me, his face flushing in fear. He just stands above us for a second, Jimmy stares at me, I stare at him, and Thomas stares at Jimmy.

“Get bent lunkhead!” Jimmy snarls at Thomas. I’ve never seen this look in his eyes before. The boy next to me grabs his shirt and bolts out of my trailer into the rain. I call for him and stand to run after Thomas, but Jimmy grabs my wrist firmly. He stares into my eyes, glancing at my chest. My cheeks reddened in embarrassment. I was a bit too tipsy and stunned to realize my whole chest is exposed.

“Let me go Jimmy!” I pull my arm away, turning around to pull the top of my dress back around my shoulders and clumsily fastening the buttons. “Jimmy get out!” I holler, too wine drunk and embarrassed to deal with his shit. I turn to face him. He just stares at me with glossy eyes and his brows furrowed in a way that almost scares me.

“Fine. I’ll just leave then,” I huff brushing past him, storming out into the thunderstorm. Jimmy follows close behind me.

“You think you’re so fucking perfect!” He shouts. I turn around.

“What are you on about Jimmy?” I shout back in confusion, my voice being crowded out by the heavy rain falling around me. The man stumbles towards me, his white shirt sticking to him as the rain soaks in.

“Everyone thinks you’re some perfect little princess!” he yells with whiskey on his breath. “You have them all wrapped around your pretty little finger, even my own Ma adores you! But not me Y/N,” he screams while toddling closer to my face.

“Get your drunk ass out of my face!” I shove him back, but he doesn’t even move. “What are you even talking about?”

“You’re perfectly normal Y/N!” he slurs slightly, seeming to not even notice that I pushed him. “You don’t need to be here! Go out into town! Get married and have a normal life with a decent guy and quit fucking sleeping with guys who obviously want nothing more than your body! You just keep getting hurt!” He screams, grabbing my shoulders and basically shakes me.

“Don’t touch me!” I slap his hands and step back. “Since when do you care about me or what I do?” I scream right back, spitting some rain out of my mouth that’s running down my face. Surely, he can smell the wine on my breath just as I can smell the whiskey on his

“Since fucking ever Y/N! I’ve always cared,” he shouts the first line, softening at the second. What? Our screams stop, the sound of the rain floods my ears. I just now feel how wet my skin is, how soaked my dress has become.

“Well you sure have a poor way of showing it,” I say still bitter, but much more quiet.

“Truth is, I’m jealous of you Y/N. ” he admits almost in a whisper, still inches from my face. “you’re just so perfect. Your face, your body… your hands. You could be in the pictures! You’re just so…” he trails off maybe searching for words. All the rage flees from his eyes and it’s quickly replaced by admiration and guilt. Before I know what’s happening, Jimmy’s lips are on mine. I’m shocked, but oddly enough, I’m not upset. The boy pulls away and puts his hand on my wet cheek as the storm continues to come down in sheets around us. “You’re so perfect it makes me angry, and I’m sorry for how I’ve treated-“

I don’t need to hear anything else. Maybe it’s the alcohol in my system, but I cant help to pull him back into another kiss. He returns the motion. Kissing me with a passion that’s been building for 15 years. He doesn’t need to speak; I can feel his guilt in the kiss and see it in his eyes. Maybe it’s foolish, but I don’t care. All I care about now is Jimmy’s lips on mine. Our kiss turns from slow and passionate to hard and desperate. Jimmy slips his hands under my ass, and I jump to straddle him.

“Lets go inside Jimmy. Let me get these wet clothes off you,” I pant in his ear. He almost runs, busting the door to my trailer open for the second time today, but this time with me in his arms. He sets me down on my feet not breaking the kiss. Wet clothes go flying around the small space in a whirlwind. Within a minute Jimmy and I are stripped down to the bone. Jimmy carries me over to my bed, laying me gently on my back.

“Jimmy,” I look up at him as water drips from his soaking wet curls onto my bare chest. “Do we really want to do this? I mean we both have some alcohol in our system,” I feel like I’m in a dream, everything has happened so fast.

“Y/N, I know it may not seem like it, but this what I’ve wanted for years. I thought I never had a shot with you, and I feared the rejection. That paired with my jealousy of your ability to lead a normal life...I acted like an idiot. And I’m truly sorry.” Jimmy admits his cheeks redden a bit. I can’t help but smile. I know this should be a sweet moment, but I’m desperate to feel the one man whose always resented me inside of me. I reach up to caress his face.

“I’ll forgive you Jimmy,” My hands snake around the back of his neck to pull his ear down to my mouth. “But only if you fuck me first.” I bite the side of his neck hard, making his breath hitch in his throat. In an instant his already bruised lips are back on mine in a wet kiss. Our tongues fight for dominance, of course he wins. His conjoined fingers reach down to spread my legs. finding his way to my entrance. He dips his hand in, moaning against my mouth at how excited he’s made me. He uses the slick to massage my clit, sending pleasure shoot through my whole body.

“You make me feel so good Jimmy,” I whimper as he leans up to look at my face. He seems to enjoy watching how much pleasure he’s bringing me. He keeps his eyes locked on mine and a big grin on his face as he dips part of his hand in my entrance, the other part still rubbing my clit. The feeling is heavenly, making me arch my back. I moan his name in praise, but he does this for women every weekend. I’m not just one of his whore customers. “I don’t want your hand jimmy,” I reach down grabbing his hand to move it away. He looks confused, almost hurt. “I said I want you to fuck me. I’m not just a bored house wife,” I bring his hand up to my mouth kiss his fingers, tasting myself in them. I want him to know that I’m not insulting his hands, I just want more than them. I sit up reaching between his legs to give his perfect cock a few pumps. His eyes squeeze shut and he tenses at the contact. “I want all of you Jimmy,” I whisper. “Lay down.” I command as I stand from my bed allowing him to lay in my place. He watches me with wide eyes, audibly gulping as I crawl on top of him. Settling between his legs, taking his dick into my mouth. He gasps, his hand quickly finding my hair, pulling it out of my face so he can watch me gag on him.

“Fuck Y/N” his words come out in a husky groan. “Shouldn’t I be pleasing you?” he asks before whispering some more profanity’s. I take his dick out of my mouth with a pop.

“Oh Jimmy don’t worry im I just getting you ready for me,” I grin, sliding his length between my fingers. “As much of a cock block you’ve been the past couple years, you have a lot to make up for,” I remind him as I line him up with my entrance, steadying myself with one hand on his sweaty chest.

“I am more than happy to pay up for that,” he smiles as I tease my self with his tip. “Especially since my efforts were successful. I almost feel sorry for those guys though,” as soon as he’s finished that last word I sit down slowly until he’s entirely inside me, the feeling of him filling me up making my toes curl. Jimmy lets out a breathy moan. “because if a man ever denied me this pleasure, I’ d stomp his fucking brains in. Y/N Y/L/N, you are truly a site to behold.” He grins with a look of lust and admiration in his eyes, reaching up to cup my breasts in his beautiful hands. I begin to grind slowly, my hips moving against his.

“And Jimmy Darling, you surely know how to make girl feel special even when your cock’s buried seven inches inside her,” we laugh as I begin to bounce up in down. The laughter quickly turns to moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Jimmy slides his large hands down to my ass to help me bounce on him, thrusting his hips up as he slams my ass down, repeatedly pounding into me impossibly deep, making me scream out his name so loud I’m sure everyone in the city could hear. A knot begins to form in my stomach and my hand finds its way to my clit rubbing in circles to help my orgasm build. Jimmy seems to be in a trance. His eyes following my body up and down like he’s being hypnotized.

“Just like this Jimmy please! I’m so close,” I scream out. My voice going horse.

“That’s it doll. Cum for me. I need it baby.” he grunts out. Jimmys encouragement pushes me past the tipping point. I come undone around him. Feeling such intense pleasure like I’ve never felt before. I clench and feel myself release, accidently squirting on his stomach, something I’ve only ever done once before. That was enough to make jimmy cum. I was only able to feel embarrassed for a second before jimmy threw me off him, barely able to get me off in time, shooting his thick strands of cum all over my leg as he clumsily attempts the stroke himself. I grab his dick, helping him ride out his orgasm. Jimmy stares into my eyes, his mouth agape, brown curls sticking to his forehead, and-

“Jimmy, are you drooling?” I ask unable to contain my smile. He quickly reaches up to wipe his mouth with his arm.

“I can’t help it doll,” he pants out, his dick still twitching. “you’re just so mesmerizing. I never imagined that I’d see you like this.” He admits. I giggle crawling up to lay my head next to his.

“Well, I’m glad you liked it, because you owe me a lot more, don’t forget.” I remind him. He reaches over and grabs the pack of cigarettes that Thomas left behind, popping one in his mouth. I grab the matches, lighting the white paper for him.

“For this? Doll you come get me, night or day,” he promises, exhaling smoke. I giggle and nuzzle into his chest. This was by far the best apology I’ve ever received.

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