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imagine-you · 4 years ago

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don't say we're not meant to be (sean falco x reader)

summary: Your parents keep setting you up on blind dates with rich, entitled assholes. With each terrible date at Nino's, you're convinced that you're simply meant to remain single and alone for the rest of your life. It isn't until you meet a valet at the restaurant that you begin to realize that maybe there's someone you're meant to be with after all.

author's notes: I wrote this for my friendaversary with @joz-stankovich / @seanfalco. Joz, you're my absolute best friend and I'm so grateful we somehow managed to find each other on this void of a website. I hope you enjoy this! I know Sean is your secret favorite, so I knew I had to finally brave writing a fic about him for you. Ily! 💖

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You were getting really sick of Italian food.

It wasn't that you hated it. It was an amazing experience every time you sampled a dish from Nino's. You loved their five-cheese ziti and had even dared to try ossobuco for the first time. It was all so incredible, but that only made it worse for you. The sad truth was that you were starting to associate the restaurant with rich, entitled assholes who thought that just because your parents had set you up on a date, it meant that they could call you 'sweetheart,' ignore you to talk on their phone for half the meal, and then try to cop a feel as they were dropping you off at your apartment.

The only way you cheered yourself up was by taking home a piece of tiramisu to enjoy in the comfort of your own apartment. It was always a bittersweet moment when you realized that you were enjoying your dessert alone, but you figured that was better than having to spend the rest of your night with a douchebag.

By the end of your fourth disastrous date at Nino's, you promised yourself you weren't going to let another attractive creep drive you home. When your date signaled for the check, you pretended that your phone was ringing. You excused yourself, claiming there was an emergency with your friend, and promptly left the restaurant.

You figured the least you could do was wait for this week's creep to leave before ordering your dessert to-go and then getting a cab to take you back home.

You were leaning up against the side of the restaurant, keeping an eye on the Lucky Irish Parking service so you would know exactly when the douchebag got in his car and left, when you were startled out of your thoughts by someone joining you.

"You're glarin' pretty hard there," a voice quipped from beside you. "Did we do somethin' to you?"

You startled, nearly dropping the phone in your hand, as you glanced over to see one of the valets leaning against the building beside you. "When did you get there?"

"I've been here for a while," he said, shooting you an amused look. "You've been eyein' up my buddy Derek over there for long enough that I was starting to wonder if he was in trouble."

You sighed before leaning more of your weight against the building behind you. "I'm waiting for my date to leave," you explained.

"Oh," the guy breathed. "Y'know, I've seen you here the past few weeks, but always with a different guy. Something wrong with all of them?"

"They're my parent's idea of a 'respectable match,' for me," you admitted with a sigh. "Too bad all of them are entitled dickheads."

The guy barked out a surprised laugh. "All of them, huh?"

"Every single one," you lamented, throwing him an uncertain look. "Does that make me sound like a bitch?"

The guy looked thoughtful for a moment before he nodded over towards the valet podium. "That your date screamin' at my best mate?"

"That's the one," you sighed, barely resisting the urge to hit your head against the wall behind you. "What does it say about me that my parents keep setting me up with guys like that?"

"That your parents have terrible taste?" The guy shot you a reassuring smile. "Let me get that guy out of your hair and then I'll drive you home. How about that?"

"Aren't you working right now?"

"I'm sure Derek won't mind holding down the fort for the time it'll take me to give a pretty girl like you a ride home. In fact, he��d insist I can’t just leave you here to fend for yourself."

“Oh, he would, would he?” You quirked an eyebrow at him, not able to stop the smile that was tugging at the corners of your lips. "How do I know I can trust you? I don't even know your name," you pointed out.

"Right," the guy agreed as he turned to face you. "I'm Sean. And you are?"

"Y/N," you responded, barely fighting off a grin at the sight of the earnest expression on Sean's face. "You promise not to murder me, Sean?"

"Oh, I'd never murder someone so beautiful," Sean said before he pushed away from the wall and walked over towards Derek.

You watched him go before sending a quick text to your friend in the event that Sean really was a psycho murderer and had no intention of actually making sure you got home safe.

You felt a little nervous as you slipped into the passenger seat of Sean's car. Sean seemed nice and charming, sure, but you were sure that a lot of serial killer's victims thought that before they met a bloody, grisly end. Still, you figured that you had suffered through four terrible dates, so at least you were due for one decent guy to give you a ride home, right?

"So," you started, glancing over at Sean. "Do you like being a valet?"

Sean snorted, shooting you a quick look, before he turned his attention back towards the road. "You want an honest answer?"

"It's preferable to a lie, yeah," you told him, catching his amused look at your words.

"It's not as horrible as you would think it is," he confessed, lowering his voice as if it wasn't just the two of you in the car. "I get paid to hang out with my best friend each night. The only drawback is dealin' with entitled pricks like your date tonight. But we never have to deal with them for very long and then it's on to the next car. Besides, it leaves me enough free time to pursue what I really want to do."

"Oh? What's that?" You turned slightly in your seat in an attempt to get a better look at him.

"Photography," he admitted with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. "I haven't had a big break or anything yet, but it's what I enjoy."

"Yeah? What do you enjoy most about it?"

By the time Sean was pulling to a stop in front of your apartment building, you were a little sad to see him go. The few minutes you got to hear him speak about his photography was by far one of the best moments of the past month for you. He lit up when he was talking about his projects, showing such passion for the subject that you couldn’t help but smile as you listened to him talk.

"Thanks, Sean," you said as you got out of the car. "Do you need me to give you gas money or anything?"

"We're square," he assured you with a grin. "I should probably head back to Nino's before Derek decides to take all of tonight's tips for himself, though. It wouldn't be the first time," he grumbled.

"Do you drive women home after terrible dates that often?" You knew you should probably let him go back to work, but you couldn't help but hope that you were somehow special. There was just something about Sean that made you want to get to know him more. It was pretty much the opposite of what you usually felt after every date your parents had set you up on.

"This is the first time," Sean assured you. "But if your next date ends up being a total dud? I'd love to do this again."

"It's a date," you confirmed with a nod before your words caught up to you. "I mean, well, uh, obviously not..." you floundered, shooting Sean a helpless look.

"It's a date," he agreed. "G'night, Y/N."

"Good night," you echoed before you turned and walked towards your apartment building. You didn't dare look back to see if Sean was still there, because you weren't sure if you could handle the fact that he was waiting to see if you got into your building safely. It would mean Sean was a little too perfect and you really didn’t know what you were supposed to do with that knowledge.

As you waited for the elevator to reach your floor, you couldn't help but admit to yourself that you were interested in Sean. He was sweet and funny and a gentleman. He had actually let you talk about yourself, unlike the guys your parents thought would make a good match for you, and he didn't even pretend to listen. You knew he was actually listening as you talked about your graduate degree and how you loved your parents, but didn't exactly want the future they had all planned out for you.

The terrible date with the douchebag of the week had been worth it because it had led to you meeting Sean. You even found yourself hoping that your parents would set you up with another entitled jackass next weekend just so you could get to know Sean just a little bit more.

By the time you were settling into bed that night, you realized that you had forgotten all about your plans to get tiramisu and wallow in your lonesomeness in front of your television for the rest of the night. Instead, your thoughts had mostly been preoccupied with Sean and whether you would be able to see him again soon.

For the first time in a long time, you had a smile on your face as you went to sleep that night, and it had absolutely everything to do with meeting Sean.

You were struggling to be thankful a week later that your parents hadn't given up on you or your love life just yet. You were sitting at Nino's at what you were starting to consider your table as you listened to your date drone on and on about the boat his dad bought him for his last birthday. You got the distinct impression the guy wanted you to be so impressed by his wealth that wasn't really his at all that you would excuse the hand slowly inching up your thigh.

You clenched your jaw before you dug the heel of your shoe into the guy's foot

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Sorry," you told him. "Leg spasm. I should probably get that checked out...right now," you stressed before you stood up. You held a hand out across the table to awkwardly shake his hand, trying to ignore the way that your date was blatantly checking out your chest, before you made your way immediately towards the counter. You weren't going to miss your tiramisu this week. After the date you had endured, you knew you would need it.

You went outside, hoping your date left soon so you could call a cab and go home. You leaned against the restaurant outside, but after five minutes of waiting for your date to leave, you got restless.

You went over to peek in the restaurant's windows, quickly spotting your date chatting up the waitress. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," you muttered.

"Another loser tonight?"

You startled, turning to see Sean standing behind you.

"I think 'loser' is too kind for him," you grumbled before you moved to pull your phone out of your jacket pocket. "Know the number of any cab companies?"

"Don’t worry about that. If you give me a couple minutes for Derek to return, I can drive you home."

"Oh, no, I couldn't put you out like that," you found yourself saying in a bid to be polite, even if you wanted so badly for Sean to drive you home again.

"We had a date, didn't we? I'd hate to miss it," he said. His attention was caught by his friend returning with a family's SUV. "Give me a moment," he said before he walked over to Derek. You noticed Sean say a few words to Derek, gesturing over towards you.

A sly grin broke out on Derek's face before he clapped a hand to Sean's shoulder. "Go for it, bro," you heard Derek tell Sean before he shot him a wink.

Sean shook his head before he turned around to look at you, his cheeks flushing when he seemed to realize you had watched their whole exchange.

"Ready?"

"Yes," you immediately agreed, a smile on your face as you let Sean lead you towards his car.

By the time Sean dropped you off, you had heard all about his family, Derek, and food preferences. You told him about your parents, your dream of moving far away from them at some point, and your favorite book series.

You barely remembered the container of tiramisu in your lap until you were about to get out of the car. "Oh, yeah," you said as you considered it for a moment. "My dessert," you explained to Sean when he sent you a questioning look. "Do you..." you trailed off, not sure if it was a good idea or not. When you realized you really didn't want your time with Sean to end just yet, you decided to just go for it. "Do you want to come in and split this with me?"

"I'd love to," Sean said, before his face fell. "But I've gotta get back to Derek. I can't just leave him to run our business all alone. It wouldn't be fair."

"Right," you sighed before you climbed out of the car. "Well, uh, maybe next time?"

"I'd love to," Sean repeated, offering you a genuine grin.

The next time your parents decided to set you up on a date, you were practically delighted to go. It wasn't because you were looking forward to a new jackass who was bound to annoy you for an hour before you could feign some kind of disease and leave, but it was because it meant you would be going to Nino's again. You would see Sean again. And this time, you promised yourself, you would share more than a few minutes alone in his car with him.

Once you had your date convinced you were suffering from a sudden bout of the flu, you made your way to the counter to order dessert. This time, you ordered one of each dessert item on the menu, worried that Sean wouldn't like tiramisu.

By the time you made it outside, your date was already gone, but Sean was nowhere to be seen.

"He'll be back soon," you heard someone say.

You glanced over at the valet station to see Derek considering you.

"He's just parking a car," Derek explained, looking oddly nervous for a moment, before he shot you a reassuring grin. "Sometimes it takes him a bit longer to get his lazy ass back here, but he's bound to show up soon."

"Mind if I wait here with you?"

"Go for it," Derek said, gesturing for you to join him at the valet podium.

When five minutes passed and there was no sign of Sean, you noticed Derek pull out his cell phone. He turned his back towards you, obviously meaning for the call to be at least somewhat private, but you still ended up hearing everything that was said.

"Dog, you've got a girl waiting here for you," Derek started before listening to whatever Sean was saying. "Fuck, just forget about it and get your ass back here, alright? Besides, if you're finally gonna get some, that's way more important," Derek muttered. "Yeah, yeah, shut up, I'll keep her entertained for you." Derek sighed before he turned around and offered you a grin. “So, seen any good movies lately?”

It took another ten minutes for Sean to show up. He looked flustered and embarrassed as he ran up to greet you. "Hey, sorry it took me so long," he said as he quickly glanced at Derek. "You've got it for the rest of the night?"

"Don't worry about it, bro. Go have a good time," Derek told Sean, winking at him.

Sean rolled his eyes before he held his arm out, waiting for you link your arm through his, and then led you towards his car.

By the time you were leading Sean up to your apartment, you realized you were nervous. What if he didn't like any of the desserts? What if he didn't like your apartment? Or worse...what if he didn't like you?

It wasn't long before you realized that you shouldn't have worried at all. Sean didn’t seem to be uncomfortable or unhappy at all. Sean had simply taken a look at the books on your coffee table, commented on how much he liked the view of the city from your apartment, and then followed you into the kitchen when you offered him something to drink. Now, Sean was enjoying a slice of cheesecake while he told you about Ireland and how much he missed it.

"It sounds beautiful," you sighed as you finished off your piece of tiramisu. "I hope I get to go one day."

"I hope so too," Sean mused, the look on his face suggesting that he was currently thinking about the both of you going to Ireland...together.

You couldn't help the smile on your face as you stole a bite of Sean's cheesecake.

After the seventh, eighth, and ninth dates, you made it a habit to get yourself a piece of tiramisu and a piece of cheesecake for Sean. You learned what Sean liked to watch on television and even about the guilty pleasure reality TV show he enjoyed when he wanted to unwind. He brought you some of his prints to show you, leaving you nearly breathless with the beauty of his work. You really enjoyed the nearly bashful look on his face when you complimented his work, resolving to get him to look like that as much as you possibly could.

Each date your parents set you up on only became an excuse for you to hang out with Sean. You knew you were falling hard and fast, but you worried that he didn't feel the same way. You enjoyed spending time with Sean and you really didn't want it to end if you made a fool out of yourself by asking him out only to be rejected.

You were so worried about whether you had a chance with Sean that you realized halfway through your eleventh blind date that you were being the jackass this time around.

"I'm sorry," you said, ignoring the annoyed look on your date's face. You didn't even remember his name or anything he had been talking about. "This isn't going to work out. I have to go," you continued, barely giving the guy a chance to respond before you were grabbing your purse and leaving the restaurant.

You weren't even planning on getting a ride home from Sean. Your only plan was to get home as soon as possible and just think about your Sean situation. Unfortunately, before you could get too far away from the restaurant, you were brought short by someone grabbing your arm and turning you around.

You had hoped Sean had spotted you, but it turned out to be the date you had just bailed on.

"You think you can just walk out on me? After I already shelled out money for dinner and a hotel room after?"

"It's not my fault you assumed I would sleep with you after our date," you pointed out, pulling your arm out of your date's grip.

"I heard from Chad that you were difficult, but I didn't think you'd be this much of a bitch!"

"Hey!" Sean yelled as he reached out to pull your date away from you. "This guy bothering you, Y/N?"

"Hey, buddy, why don't you fuck off?" Derek added as he pushed your date farther back. "The lady doesn't want you."

"Nobody asked you," your date spat. "I bought her dinner, so I bought her time."

"That's bullshit," Sean cried. "She doesn't owe you anything."

Your date growled something under his breath before he lunged at Sean. Sean caught a fist to the mouth before Derek jumped in, managing to take your date down with just one hit.

"What a fucking joke," Derek scoffed before he glanced at Sean. "Better clear out of here, dog. Why don't you take Y/N home? I'll take the blame for this."

"Have Nino call me," you told Derek. "I'll be more than happy to back up your story."

"Thanks," Derek said with a nod.

"Come on," you told Sean, leading him away towards his car. "Give me the keys. You shouldn't be driving like that."

Sean looked like he wanted to argue, but he sighed and handed over his keys. "Thanks," he got out, hissing and pressing a hand to his bleeding lip. "What a prick," he grumbled as he slid into the passenger seat.

By the time you were sitting at your kitchen table, carefully dabbing at Sean's split lip with a wet paper towel, you felt guilty about the turn the night had taken.

"I'm sorry," you said, grimacing at Sean's pained wince as you cleaned his cut.

"s'not your fault," Sean insisted. "That guy was the worst. I'm glad you won't have to deal with him again. Especially since he was only after you for one thing."

"Yeah? Isn't that what most guys are after?"

"Not me," Sean admitted. "I like gettin' to know a girl after she’s suffered through several unfortunate dates with a bunch of jerks and then eating cheesecake at her kitchen table before I even think about kissin' her."

"Oh? Is this girl someone I know?" You couldn't help the thrill of hope you felt at Sean's words. You realized maybe you shouldn't have worried at all. It seemed Sean was on the exact same page regarding your relationship as you were.

"I think you know her fairly well," Sean mused, a grin slowly tugging up the corners of his lips. "Shit," he hissed when it pulled on his lip. "I wish I'd decked that fuckin' prick when I had the chance," he lamented.

"I wish I'd decked him when I had the chance," you admitted. "But I'm glad I'm spending the rest of tonight with you instead of dealing with him. If given the chance, I'd always choose you."

"Yeah?" Sean seemed to perk up at that, a pleased grin on his face. He didn't even seem to mind that his lip had started bleeding again as he reached out to grab your hand. "Even though your parents didn't pick me out?"

"Especially because my parents didn't pick you out," you told him with a laugh. "That makes you even more attractive."

"Yeah? Even lookin' like this?" Sean asked as he gestured towards his split lip.

"Even injured," you confirmed with a nod of your head. "So, Sean, do you want to do something completely wild and get dinner with me before we enjoy dessert?"

"I'd be honored," he told you. "How about tomorrow?"

"Perfect," you confirmed with a nod. "Just promise me one thing," you added.

"Anything," Sean agreed, squeezing your hand.

"Let's get dinner from anywhere but Nino's," you said, grinning when Sean gifted you with a laugh.

"Agreed."

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super-unpredictable98 · 4 years ago

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The Girl With a Broken Smile (Bad Samaritan AU)

Chapter 4: Haunting Past

Warning: Strong language, smut, depictions of anxiety disorder symptoms, mention of abuse and alcohol.

(The Girl With a Broken Smile masterlist)

"You look amazing, Cassi," Kylie took my hand. "I'm just not sure about your hair... Come here, don't you think the hair needs something else?"

It was a very special night, I was walking the runway for Kylie's brand. In the last few months, things have gone amazing for her. She got some investors on board after starting her website with the pictures Sean made and now she was about to open her very first store with a fashion show.

"I can do a half-up," I looked in the mirror.

"Nah..." Kylie shook her head, looking at my reflection. "Let me braid your hair, so I can put it..."

"NO!" I got up in a jump. "I-I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?" Kylie asked, slightly worried.

"I don't... Do braids."

"Why not?"

"It's a very long story which we don't have time for now."

"But it's gonna look gorgeous on you."

I have been working really hard with Sean to get over my traumas, as I have been also helping him with his. I can almost always finish what's on my plate, Sean has been able to handcuff me, I'd say we're doing great. Every day is still a battle and I was definitely not ready to fight that one by myself at the moment.

"Okay," I sat back on the chair. "But I can't let anyone else braid my hair, it has to be Sean."

"What? Why him?"

"He's the only one I trust to do it, it's complicated, it has to do with my anxiety, would you please get him for me?"

"Fine, I'll be right back."

"Thanks, Ky..."

I wanted to cry, but I knew Kylie would kill me if I ruined the makeup she spent almost an hour doing. Why do I have to be like this? Any normal person can have their hair braided, but not me... It has to be a big deal, it has to be a trigger. I just wish I could make those memories disappear, so I could finally be like everyone else.

"Here's your knight in shining armor," Kylie walked backstage, pulling Sean by the hand.

He had a tender smile on his face and his camera was dangling around his neck, he didn't seem bothered or annoyed, which made me feel better.

The other models immediately took notice of my handsome boyfriend and I smirked, at least I have one thing they don't... Yeah, sometimes I felt jealous, but right then I was just so happy to see him, I didn't even care.

"Hey, darlin'," Sean took my hand and kissed it gently. "Y'look so beautiful."

"Thank you, honey," I ran my hand over his chest. "Would you do me a huge favor?"

"Anythin'."

"Can you... Braid my hair?"

"Braid your hair? Why would you want that?"

"Kylie thinks it will go well with this look, I just..."

"Kylie," Sean called. "Is this really necessary? Cassi has a thing with braids."

"Don't worry," I pressed my lips together. "I can take it, I can't run from it forever, but it has to be you. I only feel comfortable if you do it."

"Are you sure you're ready, Cassi?" he stood behind me.

"Yes, go ahead."

Sean seemed taken back by the fact that I actually trusted him to do that so suddenly, I'd say he even got a little emotional. He gently divided my hair into three strands with his agile fingers.

"I'm so proud of you, my darlin'," he whispered before kissing my cheek lovingly. "I love you so much."

"I love you too" I fought my tears once again as he started to intertwine the strands of my hair between his fingers, being careful to never pull or do anything that could disturb me.

"I would never ever hurt ya, y'hear me?" he murmured. "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again, I'm here."

"You guys make it seem like braiding hair is the most romantic and dramatic moment in a relationship," Kylie laughed.

"You have no idea, Ky," I stared at my reflection sadly, I wish it wasn't.

"All done," Sean secured my braid with a hair tie and kissed the top of my head. "Y'look so pretty.

"Thank you, Sean," I pressed my cheek to the back of his hand as I held it. "Really."

"D'you need your Klonopin?" he reached into his pocket, but I stopped him.

"No, I feel fine."

"Really?"

"Couldn't be better."

After that, everything went pretty smoothly. I walked down the runway, Sean took lots of pictures, the investors were happy, everyone was talking about the store... I was very proud of myself, maybe I was changing after all.

"You were very brave," Sean held my hand as we paid the bill at the restaurant we chose to celebrate after the show.

"No way, I was scared shitless."

"Bein' brave is not about not bein' scared, it's about not lettin' the fear stop you, and you didn't. You didn't even need my help finishin' your meal tonight."

"I guess you're right..."

"Will y'wait a second? I just gotta go to the bathroom real quick."

"Sure, I'll get a drink at the bar."

"You do that," he stole a quick kiss before getting up. "Since y'have a personal driver. Just remember, with your meds, one drink feels like five, so be careful."

I couldn't believe how lucky I truly was for having Sean. I wish my mum was still alive to meet him, I didn't know her, but something tells me they would've gotten along perfectly.

As I approached the bar, I noticed a girl staring at me. She was a bit older, with dirty blonde hair and big blue eyes. I thought she might be in danger and needed a way out, that's what I always think when I see a girl looking so distressed.

"Hey, if you need any help, just hold my hand and I'll get someone," I whispered.

"I don't need help, but you might."

"What do you mean?"

"I saw you with Sean, you should be careful."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I turned to her.

"I used to date him, he leaked a picture of me naked. Ask him about Riley."

"Oh, you're Riley... He told me about you," I sighed relieved.

"He did?" she furrowed her brows.

"Yeah, he explained everything, that wasn't his fault."

"You bought that crap?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Cause he was lying! He lied to me and he lied to you!"

"No! He would never do anything like that, he's a good guy."

"When that thief leaks..."

"Do not call him a thief!" I shouted, finally snapping.

"That's what he is, Sean is a lowlife thief."

"Get his name out of your mouth!" I banged my fist on the counter. "You have no idea how much he helped me."

"You're defending him now, but wait until something like this happens to you," she pulled her bangs to the side, showing me a scar on her forehead.

"He didn't do this! Stop lying!" I grabbed her by the collar. "Never ever talk about him like this again, do you understand?"

"Hey, hey! Cassi, what's goin' on?" Sean came out of the bathroom and rushed towards us, quickly pulling me away. "What's happenin'?"

"She's lying, she's saying all these things about you, I want to go home," I let go of her and hid my face against his chest instead.

"Riley," Sean looked down.

"I was just letting her know what she's getting herself into."

"I told you a million times..."

"No! Stop, I know your story."

"Well, Cassi has very bad anxiety and PTSD, so there's that," Sean gestured towards me, a mess holding onto him while shaking and sobbing like a baby.

"You're not a hero, Sean. You're not a therapist, you're not a cop, you can't save her."

"I know, but I'm a good person," he was slowly coming to accept that title. "If I can help someone, I do. I said it once and I'll say it again, I didn't send those pictures."

"And I will say it again, I don't believe you."

"I think we should go... C'mon, Cassi, let's go home, alright?" he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and looked back once more as we left. "Even though it wasn't me, I'm really sorry, Riley."

Sean took me back to the car and we sat down for a few minutes until I was able to stop crying. He offered me the Klonopin once again, and this time I took it. I didn't want to, but I knew my limits.

"I'm sorry," I whimpered, embarrassed of how I reacted.

"You have nothin' to apologize for, y'probably shouldn't have grabbed her like that, but no one's hurt, it's okay."

"She called you a thief, I just couldn't help myself," I wiped my tears away with the sleeve of my jumper.

"Well, I used t'be one."

"But you're not anymore, you're an honest, good man. There's no one I trust more than you in the entire world, I love you."

"I love you too, darlin'," he kissed the back of my hands before starting the car. "Don't be mad at her, she had good intentions, y'know? She was just tryin' to protect you from what she thought was dangerous."

"It's not fair that she's doing this, Sean, you don't deserve to have someone spreading those lies about you."

"Maybe I do," he shrugged. "It might not be directly my fault that those things happened t'her, and Derek, and my parents... But if I were a bit more courageous that night, if I waited just a few seconds more, none of it would've happened."

"You're a human being, baby, you got scared. I know more about fear than anyone else, it was the only feeling I knew for 14 years... Don't put this on yourself."

"It could've been you in that room, and I would've left ya. This hurts more than I can explain," his voice trembled. "I'm no saint, Cassi."

"No, you're not, but you're still one of the kindest, most selfless people I know. And I will die before I let anyone say the opposite."

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"Already awake, love?" Sean yawned as he came out of the bathroom, wearing only his underwear, and saw my eyes wide open.

"Still, you mean? I had a bad dream, couldn't go back to sleep."

"Aw, why didn't y'wake me up? I could've made us some tea, or talked to ya... Was this dream about you-know-who?"

"No, not this time."

"Then what was it? Was it your dad?"

"It was you,' I hid my head against the pillow. "You and her."

Sean's words died in his throat and he chewed on his lip nervously. I knew the whole story, he told me in detail after I shared mine. He let me ask questions, he never hid anything, so I had no reason to be jealous. I just couldn't help but think that in different circumstances, they would still be together and I would still be alone in the world, miserable with myself.

And she's beautiful... Unlike a lot of people think, being a model doesn't do wonders for your self-esteem, in fact, it does pretty much the opposite. All everyone can do when you work in this industry is point out your flaws. I'm constantly compared to other prettier, skinnier girls, so I don't think I'm particularly attractive, I'm more of an interesting face with a tad of charisma.

"Y'know there's nothin' left between us, right?" he finally said. "I don't have feelings for her anymore and I think y'know she doesn't have feelings for me either, not good ones at least."

"I know, but maybe you'd be happier with her, she doesn't come with the baggage. She went to college and she has a proper job, a rich family..."

"Y'know me, Cassi, I don't care about that shit," he chuckled. "And you do have a proper job, it just isn't inside an office where y'wanna bang your head against the desk every day. You're like me, we like bein' free t'do our own thing."

"I just felt insecure, I can't not think about you two," I let my body crash against the bed. "Together, doing the stuff we do. You making her laugh and having romantic dates like we do, you kissing her like you do to me, touching her like you do to me, and having sex..."

"Hold on, darlin'," he snickered. "Y'look absolutely adorable when you're jealous, but you can't let yourself go down the rabbit hole. Yeah, I did love her, but now I don't. I love you and that's how I hope it will be until the day I die, and even after that if we're lucky..."

"I know, but you can't tell someone with anxiety to stop overthinking, it's like asking a bird not to fly."

"You've had other boyfriends before me, right? Ones you loved and did stuff with?"

"Yeah, a couple."

"I know that and of course I don't enjoy imaginin' you with them, but I know this is the past, it's gone, it doesn't matter," Sean pulled me into his arms, trapping me in his embrace.

"I'm not as good-looking."

"Says who?"

"Says me, says the mirror..."

"You're gorgeous, there's no discussion about that," he reached for his phone and showed me his lockscreen, a picture of me in his jumper licking a spoon covered in ice cream. "Look at you, you're an absolute stunner! No makeup, no flashy clothes, just you."

"This jumper is rather flattering..." I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Don't let those stupid thoughts brother you," he brushed the hair away from my face. "It's not about bein' the first girl I do somethin' with, it's about bein' the last, and you are."

"I don't wanna think about it, but you know how my brain is..."

"I know, I know," Sean put one finger in front of my lips. "But I think I know a way I can make it better."

"What is that?"

"Y'could think about me doin' all those things t'you instead," his lips brushed against my neck. "Makin' you laugh, holdin' you, kissin' you, fuckin' you..."

"What are you doing?" I let my head roll back.

"Givin' this pretty little mind o'yours somethin' else to think about," he placed wet, open-mouthed kisses to my chest. "Is it workin'?"

"Perfectly..."

"Next time you get those intrusive thoughts, remember this instead," Sean took my nipple in his mouth, his emerald eyes still glued to mine.

"It's a nice memory for sure," my breath hitched slightly.

Sean's hand made its way between my legs, circling my clit, using my arousal to slide his fingers around. His lips found mine, moving at a torturously slow pace, letting me savour every touch.

"There's no one else, darlin', only you," he murmured.

"You don't have to do this to prove anything," I breathed.

"I know, I'm doin' this," his fingers curled inside of me, making me yelp helplessly. "Because I want to."

"Oh, I see that," I murmured as I felt his hard cock pressing against my thigh. "In that case... Fuck me properly, Sean."

"Always in a rush, aren't we?" he teased.

"Come on, please... I want you," I reached for a condom on the nightstand and gave it to him.

"Is this what you want?" he ground against me, letting me feel his boner.

"Yes," I gasped, reaching for his arm. "That's exactly what I want."

"Alright then," he rolled me over to be on top of him and quickly put the condom on. "It's yours."

I bit my lip as I used his chest for support while sliding his length inside of me. I knew Sean enjoyed the view from this position and I enjoyed that I could control the speed, so it was perfect.

My body relaxed and I enjoyed the feeling of being filled. Each move sending a shiver right through me and his guttural grunts only driving me even more insane.

"You feel so good," I moaned as his hands grabbed my waist firmly.

Sean was never much of a talker when it comes to sex, even though I love dirty talk, but the way he looked at me, nearly hypnotized, watching as I bounced was probably the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life.

His heaving chest, his admiring gaze, his touch, was enough to drive me completely mad. One of his hands moved from my hips to my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers and pinching it lightly.

"Cassi, oh Jesus..." his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as I kept riding him at a steady pace.

"You're gonna come for me? You're getting close?"

"Are you?"

"Yeah," I leaned in, holding onto his shoulders as our lips crashed in a passionate kiss.

I moaned into his mouth as I felt my body getting ready to release. Sean got the hint and started bucking his hips to thrust deeper inside of me. I kept riding him through my orgasm and didn't stop until I was sure he was also satisfied.

"Oh my God," he sighed.

"That was perfect," I rolled to his side, panting as I tried to catch my breath.

"Feelin' better?"

"You have no idea... Do you want me to make you some coffee?" I yawned. "Or something to eat?"

"Why don't you get some sleep, darlin'?" Sean kissed my forehead and pulled the laptop onto his lap. "Somethin' tells me you're gonna have very sweet dreams after that."

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aghoulishtale · 4 years ago

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Spring Cleaning

Sean Falco x Reader // Bad Samaritan

and they were roommates, no.4

Prompt: We decided to deep-clean and declutter our entire apartment, can’t be too embarrassing what we find, right? Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: none

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You were sitting with your legs crossed, a bag of trash on one side of you, a pile of old books on the other, and a box of miscellaneous paper in front. Now that you were officially into spring, you and Sean had decided it was due time you did some well needed spring cleaning. Sean’s tiny apartment didn’t allow for this much unnecessary junk. Most of your stuff had been living in boxes under Sean’s bed, your bed, that you shared, for the four months you had been living there. Sean had failed to clear out space for you and you both had been too busy to do it until now.

“Do you really need every single stuffed toy you’ve ever owned?” Sean asked, sitting surrounded by the soft animals you had expertly packed into one box. Both of you were apparently too sentimental to clear out your own stuff so you had agreed to go through each other’s. You didn’t remember there being that many when you packed them, but seeing them spread out around him, it did seem a bit much.

“I am sentimentally attached to every single one,” you argued, reaching for the one closest to you. You smoothed the synthetic fur of the little blue bunny, snuggling it against your cheek as you pouted at Sean. He gave you a stern look, not falling for your argument or puppy dog eyes. “Anyway, this is only what I’ve collected in the last few years. Definitely not all the ones I’ve ever owned.”

“So not too sentimentally attached then. We can get rid of them?”

“Fine,” you threw the bunny in his direction, which he caught before it hit his face. “Put them in the charity bag.” You turned back to the box in front of you, pulling out a pile of paper and flicking through them to see if there was anything important. They seemed to all be unpaid bills and warning letters.

“Jesus, Sean. Are we even allowed to be living here?” You held up the pile to show him what you were referring to.

“Those are old. I promise we’re not about to be evicted. Bin them.” You did that, considering that maybe you should’ve gotten a second bag for recycling, and digging back into the box. This time you grabbed a bunch of old greeting cards. There didn’t seem to be anything particularly special about them and you thought it was cute that he had kept them all, curiously flipping open the top one to read what was inside.

“My gorgeous Sean,” you read aloud. “I hope you have the kind of birthday that makes you feel as special as you are to me. Wishing you well, have a great day. With love from Mum, Don and Rowan. Aww that’s sweet.”

“Why are you reading them? Just throw them away!” Sean reached out to grab them, almost falling as he was too far away. His cheeks were tinged pink as you laughed at his embarrassment. You flipped open the next one and began to read it.

“Sean! Happy birthday! I love you so much, I can’t imagine how my life would be without you in-” you cut yourself off as your eyes skimmed over the name at the bottom. Riley. You quickly closed the card, looking down at the front of it. From the silence it was obvious that Sean had recognised the message, and you felt like such an idiot. “You don’t want to keep any of these?”

“No,” he replied, his voice gruff. It was clear this box hadn’t been looked in for ages, so obviously there was going to be a card from his ex, how could you be so stupid to read it out without checking who it was from? You threw the whole pile into the bag, quickly glancing over to Sean, seeing that he had gone back to rounding up the toys, the jokes and laughter replaced by a heavy silence. You went back to the box, reaching for the remainder of the cards to throw them away, but as you lifted them out one card fell from the pile. It was a picture card, a photo of Sean and another man on the front. A man you had only seen in photos. Derek. In the photo they were both smiling at the camera with beers in hand, Derek's arm across Sean’s shoulder. They looked so happy and relaxed, and your heart broke for Sean’s loss and for the friend you never got to meet. Based on the age on the card, this was likely the last birthday card Sean had gotten from him before everything had happened. You couldn’t get rid of that one, but you didn’t want to upset him any more than you already had, so you slid it into the top book on the pile next to you.

“Oh my god!” Sean suddenly exclaimed, breaking into a fit of laughter.

“What?” You turned to find him clutching his side with one hand, an open notebook in the other that you instantly recognised to be the diary you had kept in high school. “No!” You shouted, quickly standing to grab the book from his hand, but Sean was too quick. He jumped up and out of the way, holding the book above his head and out of your reach. You pulled at his arm, desperately trying to reach it.

“Dear diary,” he read as you jumped up, your fingers skimming the edge of the paper. “Do you believe in love at first sight? Because I do.”

“Stop!” You buried your face in your hands, wanting to scream with embarrassment. You had forgotten that it was even in there.

“A new boy started at school today, and he is suuuuuper hot,” he read, in a forced american accent that didn’t reflect yours at all. “He smiled at me as he walked past and I definitely felt a spark. I think we might be soulmates.” You collapsed onto the bed, hugging your knees to your chest as you curled up, praying for the floor to open up and take you away from here.

“Please stop.”

“Should I be concerned? Your soulmate is out there waiting for you. What’re you doing here with me?” He closed the notebook, leaning over you. He pulled your hands away from your face, tilting your head to look at him. You could see the amusement dancing in his bright green eyes and he couldn’t hold back the smile.

“That’s so embarrassing,” you groaned.

“Yeah,” he laughed, lying onto the bed next to you. “Maybe the soulmates thing is a bit much, but I believe in love at first sight.”

“Really?”

“Yep. I knew from the first time I saw you.” He gently stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Wow. Real smooth.” He smirked, shrugging the shoulder he wasn’t lying on. “I love you too,” you whispered, leaning in to lightly kiss him. He held your face close to his, kissing you harder, the spring cleaning completely forgotten.

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#sean falco #sean falco x reader #bad samaritan #robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #roommates prompt #I decided last minute to write something for Sean's birthday #so in order to post this before i go to bed i haven't checked it for mistakes #and also rushed the ending a little but oh well enjoy #i had always planned this prompt to be for sean but only thought of the birthday cards today #didn't mean to make it sad in the middle there #my writing

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misskittysmagicportal · 4 years ago

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Just a thought, no particular character in mind. Car sex can be very awkward, what if, after several knocked elbows and banged heads they fuck on the hood of the car

Rebel Yell (Sean Falco x Reader)

Word Count: 1370

Warnings: funny smut. Yes funny.

A/N: Some nights Sean can really take you for a ride

You and Sean stood side by side at the valet stand. There were nights the wait staff had to fill in when either Derek or Sean couldn't show. Most of those times, you practically threw yourself at Nino when Falco was alone.

Now the two of you danced around each other. You would find any excuse to touch him. To brush those unwieldy curls from his forehead. Laughing awkwardly at his ridiculous jokes, mostly puns. The way his very existence reduced you to a giggling school girl.

Sean was a bit more blunt when it came to flirting. Boldly asking you out, which you deflected every single time. Openly staring down your shirt. Which you ALSO deflected. Never really understanding why you played hard to get when all you wanted to do was drown in those green eyes.

Then one night..

“You know one of these days, Sean Falco, your constant cell phone use is going to get you in trouble,” you teased him while trying to look over his shoulder.

Sean shrugged you off but kept tapping away at a rapid pace. A smirk played across his lips. You held your chin in your hands as the boredom took over. A buzzing from the stand took you by surprise.

Next car that comes around that corner, we're taking for a joy ride. Then we're gonna park it on some busy street and hash out this obvious chemistry we've got.

Your face flushed as your heart began to race. Then a second buzz.

Only if you want.

You looked up and out towards the busy high street, “Or it can get you in trouble tonight.”

The next half an hour was quite possibly the longest of your life. Not one single car even attempted to pull up to the curb. People came and went, having parked on their own. You stood together in awkward silence for the first time since the two of you met.

“T’ere’s always my car,” Sean’s Irish accent filled the night air.

You snorted without meaning to, “I've seen your gaudy Texas State orange car. It is one violent sneeze away from falling apart.”

Sean rolled his eyes before scratching his forehead. “Fine. My flat or yours?”

“Me go home with a handsome Irish stranger? What kind of woman do you take me for?!” You feigned shock.

“COME ON!” he clasped his hands together like he was praying. “I'm not above getting on my knees and begging ye.”

“While you’re down there, my shoe needs to be tied.”

Without a second thought, Sean knelt down in front of you and began tying your shoe.

“Sean! What are you doing?”

“You said ye needed your trainer tied.”

“I was being sarcastic, you bloody potato.”

“Ooo Ethnic slur. I love it. Do another!” He gazed up through the curly bangs. “Honestly I’m just having a bit of a cheek. I don't want anyone t’ever t’ink I'm pressuring them te have sex.”

“I'm not pressured. I'd love to come over to your place after work.”

Sean with his fingers stroking yours behind the pedestal. You linked them together as the breath exhaled heavily from your lungs. You bit your lip as he let his hand linger on your thigh. He traced slow circles down to your knee and back up. You simply stared at it, feeling a bit wanton already.

It took ten more minutes before a car came. A stunning. 1976. Cherry. Red. Corvette pulled up to the curb. A couple you certainly recognized tossed Sean the keys without a second thought. Billy Idol still blasting from the speakers.

“Don't worry dude. I've got three more at home.”

Your mouths dropped in unison. “Sorry darling, I'm gonna have sex with this car.”

“Only if I can watch,” you simply whispered.

From here on you felt somehow outside of your body as Sean made sure the coast was clear. He opened the door for you before bending over to stretch his arms on the hood of the Corvette.

“YOU FUCKING BEAUTY, YOU!” he shouted gleefully sliding in the drivers side.

As you left the restaurant, on for a bit of a joy ride, Sean started to sing along with the music. You couldn't help yourself as you raised your shirt over your head. Then lifted your hips to slide out of your work pants.

Sean glanced over and nearly wrecked. Righting the wheel instead of going up over the curb.

“Steady on, love. Let me catch up.”

“I don't know if we’ll have much time for foreplay before you finally decide to park. Just making it a bit easier,” you shrugged and covered his hand on the gear shift. Then tugged it towards your bare thighs.

“Fuck,” Sean muttered.

Still he allowed you to push his hand between your thighs. His fingers teasing the thin fabric of your panties to elicit a wetness. You opened your legs a bit wider so he could dip them inside of you. They slipped easily inside and out before he had to use both hands to park the car just past one of the busiest intersections.

He left the car on while frantically undoing his jeans. He bungled the job of taking them down over his legs and knees as you climbed to yours in the passenger seat. You reached under the seat and released the latch so that Sean was suddenly flat on his back.

“Right t’en,” his voice sounded like bells. “On top.”

In your eagerness to relieve yourself of your panties and straddle Sean, you knocked into the dome light. You covered your face with one hand as you freed your body with the other. Sean laughed. Asked if you were ok. You were fine the words came out. Then you were on him.

You sank down on Sean’s erection, one knee on the arm of the door. The other crushed into the center console as you started to rock back and forth on him. Your hips colliding equally with the steering wheel and Sean's body.

Sean's movements were frenzied. He squeezed your ass and rolled with you. Using his hands to find a rhythmic pattern of pulling and pushing. He was so lost in you riding him, that the hard thud of his elbow into the gear shift caused him to jerk forward. It was just Murphy’s law from there.

Sean jolted upwards from reflex. You slammed back into the steering wheel. The curve of your back laid on the horn, scaring the two of you a second time. A mass of arms and legs and various stages of two naked bodies crashed into one another. Your knee painfully wedged between the seats; you contorted with Sean still inside of you. Your twisted body twisting his cock as well.

“Holy fuck! Sweetheart, that's attached,” he reminded you gently.

You whined momentarily. “I know. Sean this isn't fun. I mean it is, but it isn't?” You struggled to free your leg from its prison. You came undone and nearly managed to knee him in the ribs. “I have a fat ass.”

“You have a lovely arse,” Sean informed. His face buried in your cleavage.

“SEA NNN STOP!”

“What? I'm sorry. We’ll stop.” He made to help you off of him. He slammed his other elbow into the driver’s side window.

“I meant being so fucking.. YOU,” you whimpered.

“I'm not ALWAYS nice.”

You settled back in the passenger seat and pulled your shirt on. Sean leaned sideways and kissed you sweeter than he had the right to. Then he noticed one of those fake Mexican blankets in the back seat. He held it up with a clear thought on his face.

“Wrap this around waist and get out of th’car.”

Sean wasn't suggesting. He was telling. So you did, sitting just on the hood of the Chevy. The blanket was like a mock skirt as Sean spread your legs this time. He hooked your foot around his hip, your other anchored on the front bumper. You didn't remember holding your breath, but you felt the air rush from your lungs when Sean buried himself up to the hilt inside of you.

Sean growled in your ear as he began to plow into you. That good pain as his pelvis crashed with yours. The hood of the car bending and popping under the weight of your bodies coming together and apart repeatedly. The way Sean cut into you; made his hips rut in a circular motion with breakneck speed. Your body somehow relaxed before you both, shockingly, came together.

"How's that for gettin’ in t’trouble?”

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robertsheehanownsmyass · 4 years ago

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List of Love Stories, Valentines Day 2021 drabbles

Hello my lovely fellow Sheefans!

Here is where I will be posting the results from my little Love Stories Valentine’s Day event! I hope you enjoy, and if you like my stuff please consider a reblog! Thank you!

Note: Asterisks denote smut.

*light smut | **pretty smutty | ***very smutty

Klaus Hargreeves (TUA)

The End Justifies the Means*** Klaus x Reader Klaus surprises reader with a steamy hike in Brazil. Fun smut!

Magic Dance** Klaus x Reader Klaus can’t sleep and hassles reader for a little relaxation, which she delivers in spades.

Billy Delaney (Me and Mrs Jones)

Morning Melodies*** Billy x Reader Billy and reader have some fun involving a piano. Smutty, romantic fluff.

Sean Falco (Bad Samaritan)

Sleet Happens** Sean x Aev Swift Sean and Aev warm up after a mishap in bad weather. Check out the series this is based on, A New Beginning, and here is more about Aev!

Luke (Cherrybomb)

Pyrotechnics** Luke x Reader An intense conversation takes a passionate turn. TW: talk of death and addiction, mild angst but a lot of smut with a fluffy finish.

Nathan Young (Misfits)

Smoke Rings*** Nathan Young x Lydia Bellamy. This sexy little drabble is about Nathan and Lydia from the Hard Candy series. Lydia is Simon’s little sister who had purchased a time travel pass from Seth several years in the future so she could go be with Nathan and stop him from meeting Marnie. If you’re not into OCs, just use your imagination and pretend it’s you, lol. TW: smut and Nathan being his usual gross self.

Zoom Goes the Dynamite** Nathan Young x Fem!Reader Reader needs a little extra help getting to the finish line during lockdown. Smut with some fluff.

Vincent Rhodes (The Road Within)

POP! Goes the Prosecco Vincent x Reader Vincent tries to help reader with her migraine but best laid plans often go awry. TW: this is really fluffy but there is a portrayal of a neurodivergence that I hopefully treated with sensitivity. We all love Vincent.

Simon Lewis (The Mortal Instruments)

The Smell of Fear Simon x Reader Reader escapes a sticky situation with Simon’s assistance.

#event #robert sheehan character fics #love stories event

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miss-kittys-magical-library · 4 years ago

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Mad About Love

(Jack x Rin Davies)

Warnings: Another quick and dirty self-indulgent smut fic

A/N: It's my birthday, and I'll write Jack getting laid if I want to!

“Jack,” she chastised.

“Rin,” he was bemused.

She climbed higher to slide a book back onto the shelf. Jack ran his hand along the fabric of her brightly colored thigh highs until it was lost beneath her jean skirt. He massaged her ass with said hand before using it to mimic the way she replaced the novel. Her thighs, the bookends. His fingers, the book. Rin inhaled and faltered. Jack steadied the ladder, but his motions were deliberate.

“Jack,” she exhaled a breathy sigh.

“Wren,” his voice was thick with desire.

She walked back down a step or two. Jack's arm bent with her but kept on. Unable to stop herself, she reached between her legs and urged him on. Guided his fingers to put pressure on the thin layer of cotton between them and her clit. Hers over his as they pumped rhythmically. Rin’s sex swelled and she felt her pulse inside her panties. The air rushed out of Jack's nose quick and heavy

“Jonathan,” Jack's full name for the first time managed to escape her mouth. She took another step down to the ground.

“Aderyn,” he struggled to talk while his body pinioned hers to the rungs of the ladder. Jack's erection pushed into her ass as his lips caught the skin behind her ear. He left a path of kisses down her neck and over a bare shoulder.

Rin’s hips rocked back into the bulge. She squirmed the quicker his fingers worked. It was so abrupt the way she suddenly tottered around underneath Jack to remove her panties and lift her skirt. She propped her foot up higher than she imagined she could.

“Ei wneud yn gyflym,” she implored him in Welsh. “Do it quickly.”

“Alright, loov.”

Jack freed his cock only to sheath it completely inside of Rin. He braced himself on her hips and started to thrust with abandon. Their bodies crashed together rapidly; Rin clung to the ladder and pulled herself up and down to match Jack's pace. His waist and her ass made a clapping sound as her muscles started to buckle from keeping up. Her legs were unused to maneuvering the way Jack's body demanded.

Rin relaxed and rocked her hips backwards so her sex could handle how deep Jack buried himself to the hilt. He growled and panted to her louder and louder mewls of ecstasy. The ladder and shelves rattled with their rutting.

All of the foreplay and practice and trial and error and fucking and love-making paid off. Jack knew to finger Rin at the same time. He rolled her into an orgasm that shot through her body with a violent shudder and outburst.

“Jack!”

Jack felt Rin’s walls tighten around his cock. He bucked hard and fast only a few more times before his own explosion.

“Fuck, Rin!”

His cum meant nothing to her body so they stopped worrying long ago. He spasmed one last time before he slid out and adjusted himself. She did likewise and spun beneath his arms. Rin’s fingers tangled in Jack's thick curls so their mouths could melt in a deep kiss.

They broke apart.

“Jack,” and she gestured at the door. Her hair was a total mess.

Billy and Emma stood outside with Jerry and waved. The adults with knowing grins on their faces. Jerry waggled his eyebrows at the couple; Emma’s cheeks a shade to match her hair. No one had drawn the blinds after the shop closed.

“Rin,” he said in embarrassment.

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angst-fairygodmother · 4 years ago

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I Am Stretched On Your Grave (A Bad Samaritan Fic)

A/N: I am the answer to the question “Why can’t we have nice things?” Don’t worry, it’s just a canon-compliant AU. Word Count: 1014 Rating: M - major character death, grief, canon-typical language, spoilers for/references to the plot of Bad Samaritan, some slight victim blaming

It was sunny. Of course it was the one fucking sunny day of the year in Portland, because the universe had a sick sense of humor. The afternoon sun was warm against black, and the sky was a bright, crystal blue. She hated it. She wanted to hate something, because hate was easier than pain. She couldn’t hate him, so the only option left was the clear sky.

Technically, Derek’s name had been cleared. Technically, he was a victim of Cale Erendreich, not a criminal who had murdered two people and killed himself to avoid the consequences. Technically there should have been mourners, and wreaths, and maybe a candle-light vigil. Technically didn’t stop the picketers who thought he had forfeit the right to be buried in the churchyard. Technically didn’t stop the priest from leaving as quickly as possible without being improper. Technically didn’t change that there were only three people there, gathered around the fresh-packed earth and somehow miles apart: Ryne, Sean, and a woman she only knew from a photograph.

Despite the weather, Ryne was cold, numb, staring vacantly down. She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, the dark patch of freshly disturbed dirt feeling burnt onto her retinas.

“Hey,” Sean said softly, voice drawing her upward, out of the grave she felt like she was lying in too.

He approached slowly, having the decency to look a little guilty at least, with a hand tucked into the pocket of his pants. They didn’t quite match the shade of black of his suit, and she couldn’t help wondering if he’d bothered to try or just decided to wear his valet uniform and a cheap, off-the-rack blazer.

“What do you want?” she snapped, turning away from him only to realize that they were the only ones left at the graveside and there was nowhere for her to go.

“To talk to you.” He circled around to put himself in front of her again and ducked his head to force her to meet his eyes, eyes that probably matched her own, like they’d started crying one day and never stopped.

“I thought I made it clear when I blocked your number that I didn’t want to do that.”

“You shouldn’t be alone, especially right now.”

“I don’t have much choice, do I?”

“Please Ryne,” he sounded hurt, or like he might cry at any second, and it cut her to the core, “just let me be there for you, let us be there for each other. Like we always are. Isn’t that what Derek would want?”

She whipped back around to face her cousin, eyes blazing, tears a mix of anguish and rage.

“Don’t you dare,” she growled, poking him in the chest. “You don’t get to say his name and try to use him against me. Not now.” Her lip wobbled and she fought back a sob. “What Derek would or wouldn’t have wanted is irrelevant. Because he is dead, Sean. Because you weren’t there for him.”

“That’s not fair, Ryne. You know if there was anything I could have done…”

“If things were fair, that fucking tombstone would read Sean Falco, not Derek Sandoval.”

Sean opened his mouth to reply before trailing off as he looked past her. Rage rapidly cooling into numbness she turned to meet the face of a stranger, one she knew all too well from a photograph.

“Hi, I...know we don’t know each other, and I didn’t actually know Derek but I wanted to pay my respects. I’m Katie. I was--”

“Cale’s...the girl, in the office,” Ryne finished.

“How are you?” Sean asked from over Ryne’s shoulder.

“Recovering,” Katie answered with a shrug before focusing her attention back on Ryne. “I’m so sorry. I can’t even imagine what you’re going through.”

Ryne scoffed. “I appreciate the sympathy, but you don’t have to pretend. It’s not like it’s anything compared to what you--”

Katie shook her head. “No. Don’t do that. It’s not more or less, it’s just different.” She took the younger woman by the arm, leading her away from the graveside, and Sean who stayed rooted in his place, and Ryne followed limply.

“I may have had the worse physical experience,” Katie continued. “But I have a trauma counselor and physical therapist, and a very loving and understanding husband to help me get through it. You lost someone who, I can tell, was painfully important to you, and ended up isolated. That’s harder to move on from.”

“Where are we going?”

“Your boyfriend died and it’s kind of my fault, and there’s clearly not going to be much of a wake. The least I can do is buy you lunch. And a stiff drink.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Have you been hungry at all since…?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so,” Katie shrugged. “Kinda have to eat anyway to avoid wasting away.”

“I don’t want to leave him alone,” Ryne mumbled, looking over her shoulder.

“We can invite Sean along. It just seemed like things were...less than great between you, and you could use a friend.”

“I meant Derek,” more tears spilled and her steps faltered just before they passed the funeral gates and the still shouting protestors.

The case had made national news, and turned every moment of the aftermath into a spectacle and it made her sick to think about. Part of her feared that his grave would be vandalized as soon as there weren’t eyes on it. Part of her just wanted to lie there in the grass beside him forever, to sink into that ground.

“Right. Of course. We could get something to-go and bring it back?”

Katie’s eyebrows raised in question and something about the expression reminded Ryne of Derek. She couldn’t help the almost manic laugh that spilled from her lips past the tears.

“This is super weird,” she said, giggling. “You know that right?”

“So?”

“Alright. Let’s go get a cemetery picnic.”

Katie offered her a crooked smile which she returned, feeling for the first time in weeks like the blackness settled over the world wasn’t quite so impenetrable.

#I'M SORRY I got sad #whump #grief fic #this is going to be a post and run away #because y'all gonna Yeeeelll at meeee #Derek Sandoval x Ryne Cassidy #Bad Samaritan fic #totally unedited also #canon-compliant AU #what a weird turn of phrase

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seancekitsch · 4 years ago

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Creator Tag Game:

RULES: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works <3

thank you for the tag @sleep-i-ness !!!!🧡

prize buck: ok not only is prize buck my first legit fic but this is also my longest series and i really love the world and the character i fleshed out and klaus is such a fun character to write

intended: holy fuck NOT SMUT???? wild for me but like i think this was good? jury is still out to myself personally i think this was good idk i’m proud of it no matter what

heat and ebb&flow: this is like the cutest shit and trying my hand at angst and fluff w smut and idk i was kinda going out on a limb with this one i didn’t think it would go as well as it did!

siren song: i really pushed the dirty ness boundary on this one i surprised myself w this one

the modern au theon drabble i plan on continuing: i just think this is really cute and i can’t wait to do more with it 🥺

tagging:

@sean-falco @the-novel-on-the-left @midnightseance @jae-writes-fanfiction @falcor-thee-luck-dragon @sokkasdarling @badsext @shenanigans-and-imagines

and anyone else that wants to do this!!!!

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seanfalco · 4 years ago

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A New Beginning | 01. The Gallery Owner

Sean Falco x f!Reader

Word Count: 5.2k (oops got a little carried awayyyy) Prompt: Maybe Sean is trying to get his life back together after the events of the movie and that includes putting some of his prints up for sale, since he lost his job as a valet. Maybe reader is the owner of/works at the gallery showing his photos and he falls for her? But after everything he went through, he's scared to get too close? Requested by: @imagine-you-are a/n: Thank you for feeding my desire to write for Sean lol. I’m not ready to start like another full on multi-chapter fic, but I do want to continue this story through more connected one-shots, since I already know the direction I want it to go lol. (Also, I decided to keep Derek alive for this series, bc I like his character too much.) Not sure how many people will be interested, but enjoy!

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“Sean Falco, is it?” you asked, holding out your hand.

The tall fellow with the mop of curly black hair and breathtaking emerald eyes you could easily get lost in stood quickly, taking your outstretched hand.

“That’s me,” he answered, grinning hesitantly, his lilting Irish accent taking you by surprise.

“You’re Irish?” you asked without thinking, the observation slipping out before you could stop it, hoping it wouldn’t seem rude, but he merely chuckled.

“Born and raised,” he answered, his grin widening as your eyes met and you felt a prick of disappointment as his hand slipped from yours.

“That’s so interesting,” you murmured distractedly, casually checking him out. It wasn’t your fault he was distractingly good looking. “What brought you to Portland, of all places?” you asked.

“Well, I moved over to the states with my mum when I was a teenager and then we ended up in Portland for my stepdad’s job,” he explained and you didn’t fail to notice his own subtly wandering gaze, warming your cheeks.

“But yeah, it’s uhm, a great city, lots of opportunities,” he continued.

“That it is,” you agreed, flashing him a smile as you pounced on the segue, reminding yourself why he was here in the first place. “Which brings us to our meeting today,” you exclaimed, gesturing toward your office, “come on in.”

As you circled your desk Sean took a seat on the other side, folding his hands in his lap.

“So, I took a look at the portfolio you sent over and I gotta say, I’m really impressed. Your work is just what I’ve been looking for, Mr. Falco.”

“Please, call me Sean,” he interjected, leaning forward, the excitement on his face plain as day at your praise.

“Sean,” you corrected with a grin, flipping through the prints he’d sent over earlier in the week, “you’ve really captured the heart of the city here. Your photographs are so… genuine,” you murmured, a smile crossing your lips as your gaze lingered over them a moment longer. “Which is why I think your work will be a great fit for our gallery. I’d love to display your photographs in our next showing. I have some collectors who I think will be really interested in what you have to offer.”

“That--that’s amazing,” Sean stuttered excitedly.

“The next show begins a couple weeks from now,” you continued, spinning your chair to glance at the calendar hanging behind your desk to confirm the date before spinning back to Sean once more. Flashing a smile, you stood and he followed suit, taking your hand for another shake.

“I will, uhm, be in contact with you within a couple days with more information, and we’ll coordinate” you exclaimed, again feeling rather warm at the merest touch of his hand, and you nodded, stopping at your office door.

“Thank you for this opportunity, really,” he exclaimed, flashing you a somewhat dazed smile that managed to dazzle you in return.

Shaking himself out of it with one last lingering glance he opened the door. “Well, I--I’ll see you,“ he murmured and you waved, watching him as he slipped out the door.

As soon as he was gone you practically deflated into your chair, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, feeling rather giddy.

This is ridiculous, you told yourself, frowning slightly. Stop acting like a high schooler with a crush. You are a professional! So what if Sean Falco is charming, and-and talented, and ugh, that accent -- pull yourself together [y/n].

It was no use, however, the rest of the day your mind kept returning to the handsome photographer and his dazzling smile at any opportunity, leaving you rather distracted and slightly frustrated.

——

“Derek, mate, you’re not gunna believe it!” Sean exclaimed excitedly, holding his phone to his ear as he wove in and out of traffic, his chest incredibly light.

“What’s up man? Did they say yes?”

“They sure as fuck did!” Sean laughed.

“Dude, I knew it! I told you -- didn’t I tell you they’d be fools not to wanna show your photos?”

“That you did,” Sean agreed, a giddy grin splitting his face. “But Derek, man, that’s not the whole of it. You shoulda seen this girl, mate.”

“Girl? What girl?” Derek cut in, Sean knowing that would get his friend’s attention.

“The gallery owner, man, she--she’s gorgeous,” Sean insisted, letting his thoughts slip back to [y/n] and how she’d looked at him.

“Yeah? What’s her name?” Derek pressed curiously, no doubt getting ready to Google her.

“[y/n],” Sean replied, rather dreamily, quickly catching himself and clearing his throat.

“Soooo, you gunna ask her out or what, man?” Derek asked, “I mean, it’s been like almost a year since Riley. You gotta move on sometime and it sounds like you definitely got the hots for this [y/n],” he pointed out.

Pulling round behind his new place and parking his car, Sean got out, his breath hanging in the chill October air. “I--I dunno,” he answered reluctantly, grabbing his messenger bag to sling over his shoulder before straightening and switching the phone to his other ear, digging for his apartment key in his pocket as he shut the car door with his elbow.

“I mean, she’s definitely beautiful, and smart, but--”

“Hey, no buts, you gotta go for it. You can’t just keep waiting for Riley to change her mind and take you back. I mean, didn’t you say she’d moved on?”

“That’s not -- this isn’t because of Riley,” Sean insisted, pausing to unlock his door. “I just… I don’t know if it’s such a good idea,” he finished lamely, knowing Derek wasn’t gunna just let it go. “I mean, technically this is a business arrangement, I probably shouldn’t be mixing--”

“Oh no, no you don’t get to tease this and then talk yourself outta it, I’m not gunna let you, bro,” Derek exclaimed. “When was the last time you even went on a date? I mean, it won’t hurt to just talk to her. Take a chance, man.”

Sighing, Sean shut his door and sank to his couch, covering his face with his free hand. A chance, huh? What if she got hurt because of him?

“Alright, alright, if I agree to…to talk to her, will you get off my back?” he asked instead.

“Yep, pretty much.”

Once he hung up the phone, Sean sank down farther into the couch with a groan. Derek meant well, but how could Sean tell him the real reason he was hesitant to date was because he was still afraid that the people he cared about would eventually become targets because of his stupid past mistakes. It was an irrational fear, he knew that. Especially when Cale Erendriech was locked away in a federal prison somewhere and couldn’t hurt him anymore. But still, the guilt haunted him.

It was only a miracle Derek had even survived his encounter with Cale, barely hanging on to life, and lucky the paramedics had gotten there so fast. With Riley, he hadn’t been so lucky. Even after finding out the truth of what had happened and why, she’d wanted nothing more to do with him. And though he still missed her from time to time, he had to admit their breakup stung much less now than it had a year ago. The fact that his thoughts kept returning to the cute gallery director was proof of that.

For a moment he opened a new message, ready to input [y/n]’s number before closing out of it with a frown. It was too soon, he’d only just met her, he’d at least give it a day, camouflaging the fact that he wanted to get to know her with the excuse of asking her more about the showing.

Yeah, yeah that’s what he’d do.

——

The next day you were still in bed when you phone buzzed with a new notification and you groaned, reaching blindly across your bedside table for your phone, forcing your eyes open to read your messages, expecting the usual work related correspondence, but when you read the name Sean Falco in the sent by field you scrambled up, nearly dropping your phone.

Hey, [y/n], I just wanted to follow up and thank you for taking the time to see me yesterday. I’m just so honoured that you decided to accept my submission to your show. I had a few questions actually, and wondered if it would be alright for me to send them your way?

Oh, you thought deflating slightly as you read through his message, it’s work related. Of course, it’s work related, you idiot. Flopping back against your pillows you held your phone above your face, reading over his message again. You could almost hear his distinctive voice with each word. He contacted you first though, that’s gotta mean something, you thought, giving your cheek a little slap to snap out of it. Stop being foolish.

However, as you answered him a small smile stole across your face that kept returning throughout the day each time your phone buzzed with his replies, and soon you found that your conversation had taken a turn from work related to personal, amazing you with how easy it was to talk to him, your conversation carrying on throughout the next week and a half, chatting nearly constantly, often waking up to adorable good morning texts and random photos he’d taken during his day.

So, imagine your chagrin when you suddenly remembered the morning of, that you had a date that night… with someone else, nearly forgotten in your excitement of corresponding with Sean.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought, rifling through your closet angrily. You could cancel, you reminded yourself as you pulled out a little black dress, holding it up to your chest in the mirror, but this late it would be really rude, not to mention this was someone your father had set you up with.

I’ll just go, have a terrible time, and then move on with my life and never call them back, you told yourself with a nod. And then you could tell your dad that you tried and it just wasn’t a good match. Right, easy.

Cue your phone buzzing from your bed and you groaned, wishing you were meeting someone else, someone Irish and charming and -- don’t go there [y/n], you told yourself firmly, continuing to get ready.

——

Well, that really was terrible, you thought as you pushed open the pub door, stumbling slightly as you headed for the bar, intending to get incredibly sloshed and forget all about your disastrous date and that stupid misogynistic bastard you’d had to spend several wasted hours of your life across a table from.

As you hailed the bartender a voice at your elbow had your stomach flipping and you turned, barely believing your luck.

“[y/n]? What’re you doin’ here?”

“Sean, heyyy,” you answered with an easy grin as you turned to face him, not failing to notice the way his eyes quickly traveled over you, taking in your state of dress, lingering slightly before flicking back to your face.

“You look,” he paused letting out a low whistle as he grinned, somewhat stunned. “What’s the occasion?” he asked, slipping onto the bar stool next to you. “Y’almost look like you’ve just come from a--”

“A date?” you asked, finishing his sentence for him and his eyebrows rose.

“Yeah…” he answered, slowly, disappointment flashing across his face for a second, so fast you almost missed it.

“Well, that’s because I have. It was awful, by the way,” you continued and his relieved smile that followed warmed you.

“What’re you having?” the bartender asked, having snuck up behind you while you were distracted and you turned to gape at him, thinking quickly.

“Uhhh, whiskey and coke,” you answered after a moment.

“Coming right up.”

“A whiskey girl, huh?” Sean asked, looking somewhat impressed and you felt your cheeks warm slightly.

“Always have been,” you answered and his grin widened.

“Irish whiskey?”

“I definitely like something Irish,” you murmured, realizing too late that the words had actually slipped out of your mouth instead of staying in your head, your face flaring hotter. Shit shit shit.

Sean’s eyes widened momentarily, but before he could say anything the bartender returned with your drink and you quickly brought it to your lips as a distraction, thinking quickly.

“So what’re you up to tonight, Sean?” you asked, not giving him a chance to comment on your slip up and he shrugged slightly.

“Came for a few beers after work,” he answered, a grin still playing at his lips as he watched you over the rim of his glass.

“Alone?” you asked and he nodded.

“Fancy that, we’re both alone. Wanna drink together?” he asked, motioning to an empty booth not far away. “And you can tell me all about this disappointing date.”

“How d’you--?” you asked, frowning as you eyed him and he chuckled.

“If it’d gone well, I doubt you’d be drowning your sorrows alone at the pub afterward,” he pointed out and you had to shrug in agreement.

“Very true,” you agreed, slipping off the stool to join him in the booth, amazed at how your luck had turned around so abruptly.

“Y’know, I didn’t even want to go in the first place,” you explained, running your finger idly round the rim of your tumbler, carefully watching Sean’s expression, “It was this guy my dad wanted me to meet,” you continued, rolling your eyes. “I’d completely forgotten about it until this morning.”

“And just what was so terrible about this fella?” Sean asked, leaning forward to rest his elbow on the table.

He wasn’t you. “What wasn’t?” you scoffed, taking a sip of your drink and shaking your head, watching out of the corner of your eye as Sean’s grin widened. “He was a self important, condescending, misogynistic prick,” you exclaimed, frustration lacing your voice as you remembered how he’d treated you.

“First of all, he ordered for me, as if I wasn’t capable of deciding what I wanted, not that it would’ve mattered, because no matter what it was, I would’ve chosen wrong, because my taste isn’t refined enough. It wasn’t even good, by the way,” you added, pointing at Sean, who raised his eyebrows, amusement dancing across his face. “And then, then!” you scoffed, “it was as if I knew absolutely nothing about art, like I hadn’t studied it damn near my whole life. He barely even gave me room to get a word in edgewise,” you finished sourly, tipping back the rest of your drink with a huff.

“Sounds like a real arsehole,” Sean commiserated, motioning for the bartender to bring you another drink. “Lucky y’ran into me, huh?”

Fighting a grin you tilted your head as you regarded him. “And why’s that, Mr. Falco?” you asked with faux solemnity.

“Well, because I’m gunna help yeh forget all about that shitty date,” he answered, raising his glass as the bartender brought you another round.

“Are you now?” you asked as you raised your glass as well, clinking it to his.

“Yes, I am.”

After several more drinks and a rather drunken game of pool, which you won, and then an even more drunken game of darts, which you were terrible at; Sean slipping around behind you to steady you as you aimed, serving only to fluster you more and freezing in his semi-embrace, feeling warmth suffuse your body, the pair of you stumbled back to your booth for one last drink.

“My stepdad’s been tryin’ for ages to get me to take a corporate photography gig, and effectively kill my creativity once and for all,” Sean explained, gesturing with his glass as you watched, your chin propped in your hand. ”I know he means well, but… I don’t wanna take photographs of just anything, I wanna take photos of things that move me.”

“I get that,” you replied, nodding, your fingers sliding down the side of your glass. “And I think… I think that’s why I was so attracted to you…r work,” you added quickly, your face swiftly heating, hoping he hadn’t caught your second slip up of the night. It didn’t help that the way he was watching you made you want to melt, his lips curling into a bit of a cheeky smirk that made you suspect he had indeed caught it.

“Oh really?” he asked as you quickly downed the rest of your drink.

“Mhmm,” you answered cryptically, clawing for any shred of composure you could, your head spinning slightly.

“Whoa, whoa, [y/n] are you alright?” he asked, noticing you sway in your seat.

“I’m fine!” you exclaimed, a little too quickly and Sean frowned.

“You’re drunk, d’you need a ride home?”

“No, no, really. I can call a cab--” But Sean saw right through your protests, getting to his feet and helping you up.

“It’s okay, I’ll drive yeh home,” he offered, and this close your breath caught and you leaned against him, your lowered inhibitions itching to reach up and touch his curls.

“But you’ve been drinking too,” you countered instead, firmly keeping your hands to yourself, even as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder to help you walk.

“I think I’m a bit better at holdin’ my alcohol than you,” he teased, earning a sheepish grin in return. “Don’t worry, I’ll be a perfect gentleman,” he assured you as he helped you out to his car, holding the passenger door open for you.

You don’t have to be -- you quickly bit your tongue to keep those words from slipping out.

The drive back to your apartment was rather quiet, Sean putting on some music and you found yourself zoning out, your eyes continuously returning to his profile, admiring him under the lights from the traffic lights as they passed and finally when he pulled up outside your place, throwing the car into park, disappointment slid like a block of ice into your stomach. You didn’t want this night to end... and maybe it was the alcohol or maybe you just wanted to tell him the truth, but you felt like now was a good time.

Unbuckling, you turned to face him, your breath catching for a moment when you found him watching you, a reluctance to his expression that made you think he wasn’t ready for you to leave yet either.

“Sean, I have a bit of a confession to make,” you admitted softly, your eyes slipping from his and concern crossed his face for a moment, worry creasing his expressive brow..

“What d’ya mean?”

“Initially my father wanted to turn your application for the show down,” you confessed with a sigh, “I was the one who fought for you to be accepted, I talked him into it, to give you a chance.”

“Why?” Sean asked and you lifted your gaze to meet his, biting your lip.

“I’ve been following your career for a while now, ever since that first show your photos were in, at that skeevy little dive a couple months ago. The passion in your work is what caught my attention and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I actually bought one of your prints for my apartment,” you said, flashing a hesitant smile. “And then when your application came in, my heart nearly stopped and I knew I’d do anything to get you a chance. I just want… for people to see what I see.”

Sean stared at you for a long moment in astonishment, his eyes sparkling in the light of the streetlamp nearby. “Really?” he asked softly, as if dazed and you nodded.

“And now I’ve met you and, God, it’s easy to see why your photos have so much heart, they’re beautiful,” you mused.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed and you weren’t sure who’d made the first move, but suddenly his lips were on yours, his hands cupping your face as he leaned across the car to kiss you and your lips moved hungrily against his, your tongue swiping out to taste him and it seemed to surprise him.

Pulling back, he froze, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before darting away. “I’m sorry, I--I shouldn’t have,” he exclaimed softly, his lips twisting into a frown. “You’re drunk and I… I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut and raking his hand through his hair.

“No, it’s okay… I wanted to kiss you,” you admitted and his eyes shot open, a conflicted look crossing his face. “I like you Sean,” you continued, looking down at your hands in your lap, your heart freezing.

When he didn’t respond you took a deep breath and reached for the door handle, not sure that you wanted to see what expression he wore.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, finally raising your eyes. “I’m sorry if I went too far. I had a really fun time and I appreciate you driving me home.” As you got out of the car you paused for a moment. “I just… I meant it. All of it.” Shaking your head you closed the door, his window still open. “Good night, Sean, I’ll see you at the show.”

“Wait, [y/n], it’s not like that!” he called after you, desperation tinging his lilting voice, but you didn’t look back and he swore under his breath as he watched you walk away and slip into your apartment building.

——

Pounding on Derek’s door, Sean paced on the small stoop, waiting for his friend to let him in.

“Do you know what time it is, man?” Derek asked blearily as he finally opened the door and Sean pushed past him.

“This is all your fault!” he exclaimed without preamble and Derek groaned, shutting the door behind him and following him inside.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You told me to just talk t��her!” Sean ranted, throwing his arms up as he paced the living room, turning to point at his friend. “Well, y’know what? It backfired!”

“What --?” Derek asked, trying to keep up in his half awake state.

“I ended up fallin’ for her!” Sean cried, once again shoving his hands through his curls, messing them up further and Derek snorted, falling to the couch.

“That sounds to me like it worked. I thought that was kinda the plan,” he countered wearily.

“No! No, I was supposed t’keep my distance, but I let my defenses down,” Sean continued, closing his eyes as he let his head fall back. “She was so easy t’talk to, and then I saw her tonight at the bar and, and we drank together --”

At this Derek lifted his head from the couch to look at his friend. “Oh?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Yeah, and then, and then I--I kissed her. Fuck!”

“Hey, good for you, man,” Derek exclaimed and Sean turned to glare at him. “What?” he demanded, not backing down. “C’mon, you gotta move on sometime, and besides you just as much as admitted you like this girl. So what’s holding you back?”

“Ughhh, you wouldn’t understand!” Sean growled, striding for the door and pulling it open.

“Hey, wait! Really?” Derek called after him. “You woke me up for that and now you’re leaving? Goddammit,” he muttered, pushing himself up to shut the door after Sean.

The rest of the night Sean tossed and turned, his thoughts returning to that kiss, to the way she’d laughed at the bar, how she’d tasted, how nice it’s felt to be close to her, how easy-- his mind racing down avenues he had no right to.

Groaning, Sean buried his face in his pillows. It was two days til the show and he knew he had to figure out what he wanted by then.

——

It was the day of the show’s opening and you were thankful it was keeping you so busy you could barely think. After your disastrous impromptu date with Sean the other night you’d agonized over what you’d done wrong, your stomach knotting every time you picked up your phone, hoping for a message from him that didn’t come.

Getting to the gallery early you were already rushing around, making sure everything was in its place while directing curators and consulting with the caterers, and overall just doing a million other little things.

At one point you passed the section where Sean’s photographs were hung and you froze, your breath catching, as you stopped to stare, your hand unconsciously coming to rest at your neck as you took in each photo, letting your eyes roam them.

“I don’t want to take photographs just anything. I want to take photos of things that move me.”

What moves you, Sean Falco? you found yourself wondering, quickly snapping yourself out of that line of thought, not allowing yourself to dwell on him. Pulling your phone from your pocket you checked the time. It was nearly time for you to get changed and meet with your father to go over any last minute preparations and shortly after that the doors were scheduled to open. You couldn’t help but simultaneously dread and look forward to seeing one face in particular amongst the crowd.

——

Descending the stairs to the main room you greeted the gathered collectors and artists, your eyes discreetly scanning the crowd for Sean and it wasn’t hard to find him. With his height and distinctive head of curls, he stuck out in the best way, instantly drawing your eyes and you smiled hesitantly at him, somewhat relieved when his lips pulled into a tentative smile in return.

Fighting the urge to go straight to him, you meandered the crowd, introducing artists to your buyers and pausing to listen to them talk about their art. By the time you’d made it over to Sean he was already engaged with those gathered and you stopped to listen, finding yourself instantly engrossed as he talked about his process and what inspires him, his gaze flicking to you as he spoke.

Letting your eyes wander you couldn’t help but notice he cleaned up rather nicely, not that he was a slouch by any means, but damn if he didn’t make that suit look good.

Stop it, this is not what you’re here for, you reminded yourself sternly. But when Sean directed a warm smile your way you couldn’t help but melt slightly.

Waiting til he was done, you lingered, and he finally turned to you, shoving his hands in his suit jacket.

“So, I think that went well,” he said and you murmured your agreement.

“They’re impressed.”

“[y/n],” he began suddenly, his eyes catching yours and you felt a shiver race through you.

“Yes?” you asked, forcing your voice to stay steady.

“Can we… talk? Someplace, private?” he asked and you glanced around, making sure your father was nowhere to be found. When you didn’t find him you nodded, leading Sean back to your office.

As soon as he shut the door behind him he turned to you, a conflicted look on his face, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth nervously. “About the other night,” he murmured and you shook your head slightly, cutting in before he could continue.

“Look, Sean, I thought about it, and I meant what I said that night. I like you. I like you a lot. I can’t remember the last time I felt this way about anyone, and I think… I think you like me too,” you blurted out, his mouth falling open in response.

After a moment he seemed to steel himself, taking a hesitant step toward you, his hands reaching out to take hold of your arms. “You’re right,” he murmured, swallowing as he looked into your eyes. “I do like you, [y/n]. I care about you and there’s a part of me that wants to be with you, but…”

“But…?” you repeated, your heart in your throat, your arms warm where his hands rested.

“But I’m scared,” he admitted, taking you aback.

“Scared of what?”

Sean sighed, his chin dropping, his curls falling across his forehead as a pained expression crossed his face.

“It’s stupid and irrational,” he murmured, a bite to his words before he sighed once more. “I think I need to tell you something about myself and about what happened to me. Maybe it’ll help you understand where I’m coming from,” he offered and you nodded, wanting to understand.

Lowering you to one of the chairs in front of your desk, he took the one next to it.

“A year ago, I… got tangled up in something I wasn’t supposed to,” he began and you listened raptly. “My friend and I had started this venture… if you could call it that,” he said bitterly, “where we broke into people’s houses to steal whatever we could. There was one night where I found this woman, she was… chained up in this guy’s house and--and I left her there because I was scared.”

You gaped at him, aghast at the story he was spinning, but unable to interrupt him.

“I felt so guilty, so I went to the cops, the FBI, but at first no one believed me. And then the guy, Cale Erendriech, he found out that I knew and… and he made my life a living hell. He tried t’kill my best friend, who it’s a miracle he survived, he got my mum and step dad fired from their jobs, and then he went after my girlfriend at the time -- posting a revealing photo of her I had and assaulting her, nearly killing her as well.”

You listened with increasing horror as Sean’s story unfolded, gasping when he got to the climax, escaping an explosion and hunting down the serial killer, managing to save the girl while getting mercilessly beaten in the process.

“Sean…” you murmured, reaching out to place your hand on his knee, shocked at everything he’d been through, no wonder he was hesitant.

“I know it’s irrational,” he exclaimed, shaking his head, his eyes seeking you out, “I know that Erendriech is being bars, rotting in some federal prison somewhere, but… I can’t shake this feeling, this guilt, that anyone I let get close to me could become a target. And you… I don’t want you t’get hurt,” he admitted, your heart going out to him.

“Sean,” you murmured, hesitantly reaching for his face, bolstered when he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut as you cupped his cheek. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, but it’s over, you’re safe now.”

“I know…” he groaned, covering your hand with his.

“It’s okay to be afraid, but you can’t let your fear hold you back from living,” you pointed out and he reluctantly nodded. “I want to be with you, no matter what that entails,” you confessed, waiting for his response, barely daring to breathe.

When Sean’s eyes opened and found yours, his face was set, as if he’d made up his mind and he smiled.

“You’re right,” he whispered. “I want to see where this will go,” he admitted, turning to brush a kiss to your palm. “No more running,” he murmured before his voice strengthened. “[y/n], will you go out with me?”

You barely waited for the words to leave his mouth before you leaned in to kiss him, giving him your answer against his lips.

“Yes!”

If your absence from the show was noticed, in that moment you really didn’t care, Sean’s arms around you as he kissed you, smiling giddily against your lips was the only thing you wanted to think about.

#bad samaritan #sean falco #sean falco x reader #sean falco imagines #robert sheehan #prompt request #imagine you are #joz.fic

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batterycityghoul · 4 years ago

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writing tag game

challenge: post 7 sentences from your current wip and then tag 7 others!

thank you so much for the tag @itsthenovelteafactor 💖

This is from the next chapter of Boys Like You, which I’ll hopefully be posting on my writing blog ( @imagine-you ) this weekend.

"I'm sorry," you said as you stared at Billy. "I must have heard that wrong. You want to what?"

"You heard me," Billy challenged with a raised eyebrow.

"But why?" You couldn't help but ask, feeling increasingly lost with each passing second.

"Because there's nothing that makes a guy all riled up like a little jealousy," Billy pointed out with a smirk. "Harrington won't be able to resist you."

Tagging: @sean-falco @magic-multicolored-miracle @seancekitsch @thatpunkmaximoff @falcor-thee-luck-dragon @sokkasdarling @thran-duils and @misskittysmagicportal and anyone else who wants to do this! And if I tagged you, please don’t feel obligated to do this. 💖

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jessefandomunited · 4 years ago

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Heyyy Could you do a ship with Robert Sheehan pretty please I'm Portuguese, I'm 5'4 and I study architecture (I'm in my masters already). I really like to paint and draw even if I'm not extremely good at it, I also like to go to the beach with my friends and read. When I'm bored or sad i cook cakes and pastries. I'm introverted when I don't know the persons, however with my friends I'm a little ball of energy hahahah.

Hello! lovely to meet you! I ship You with Sean Falco from Bad Samaritan. You guys are both pretty artsy and I think you’d get along great. Please love him well because this boy definitely needs some happiness in his life !

How he asked you out

You were down town taking pictures of architecture you were interested in so that you could start on your project. You needed to create a scaled replica of any building you wanted. You were just looking for some inspiration at this point, you had a week to complete it so you weren't freaking out quite yet. As you were snapping pictures however, you noticed a guy watching you. You began to feel a bit nervous until you recognized him. He was in a photo class with you. You waved at him and he walked over, “ hello, how are you this fine evening?” You chuckled, “ oh being proper today are you?” Typically you two enjoyed nothing more that pressing each others buttons, basically imagine a mini roast match any time you two met. He smiled slyly, “ I don’t know do you want me to try and piss you off instead.” You shrug and pretended like you were lining up a shot, “ I don’t know , it’s become the normal with you.” “ Oh please I am not the only rude one here, don’t pretend like you’re innocent and all,” he said pretending to be outraged. You rolled your eyes and whispered, “ such a child.” before you knew it his face was inches from yours, “ excuse me what was that?” You jumped back making an involuntary squeak ,” DON’T DO THAT I ALMOST DROPPED MY CAMERA!” He put his hands up in surrender , “ I apologize, let me make it up to you.” “ How,” You said narrowing your eyes. He walked back over to you and put a arm around your shoulder, “ I was thinking maybe a coffee then a walk in a park.” Your face became beat red, this guy was asking you out. You had to admit he was gorgeous, and even though you act like you hated him, you had a feeling you’ve always had a secret unspoken pact that you both secretly loved each others company, you just thought you were projecting. You pretended to look like you were really thinking hard about what he had asked before saying, “ well.. alright I guess I can fit you in my scheduled. He smirked and held his hand out to you . You hesitantly took it then began walking off toward the coffee shop, both of you unable to hide your smiles.

#Robert Sheehan #bad samaritan

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super-unpredictable98 · 4 years ago

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The Girl With a Broken Smile (Bad Samaritan AU)

Chapter 1: The Irish Savior

Warning: Strong language, harassment, depictions of anxiety disorder symptoms, very mild sexual content.

(The Girl With a Broken Smile Masterlist)

This guy has been following me ever since I left my photoshoot, no matter how many times I turned, changed my path, crossed the street... He just wouldn't give up. I quickly reached into my purse for my pepper spray or my pointy keychain.

What was I thinking? This guy was huge, he was probably twice my size, could easily break my arm if I tried any funny business with my self-defense tools. Why did I even buy them? I don't know how to use them... He would get me, no matter what I did.

When the guy reached into his pocket I was pretty sure I could hear the sound of a gun cocking and started freaking out. Trying not to cry, I immediately walked through the first door I saw: a bar.

Luckily the place was packed, it was a Friday, after all. Hopefully, that creep wouldn't find me if he tried to go after me. Maybe I should call Kylie so we could walk home together, or maybe I should ask for an angel shot, but I guess that was just me overreacting like always.

"Are you okay?" a gentle voice with an Irish accent came from behind me.

I turned around with tears rolling down my face. The owner of that Irish accent was a tall man with beautiful curly hair, a face most likely sculped by God Himself (no angels would be able to pull that off), and eyes that looked more like two green pools of sorrow.

"There's a man following me," I whispered shakily.

"Followin' you? Did he do somethin' to you?"

"No, not yet, but I heard a gun cock in his pocket, I'm scared. I was gonna call my friend, but I don't think..." I waved my head towards the door. "That one with the blue jacket! Please, help me!"

"Don't worry," he held tightly to my arms. "Everythin' will be okay."

The man approached us with a warm smile, very different from the psychotic look he had just two seconds ago:

"Hey, babe, where have you been?" the guy said. "I told you I was sorry, we can go home now..."

"What the fuck are you talkin' about, mate?" my Irish savior replied angrily.

"That's my girlfriend, we had a little fight and she ran off... I'm really sorry if she's bothering you. She has a very bad jealousy problem, if you know what I mean, and she's a little drunk."

"I know for a fact that isn't true."

"What do you mean? Why do you say that?"

"Because she's my girlfriend and you're the one botherin' her, now get the fuck away from here before I call the police!"

The man seemed taken aback by the other man's reaction, he sighed with his eyes shutting in frustration and left. It took me a few seconds after he went through the door to be able to breathe again.

"Thank you so much," I couldn't stop crying, I probably looked like a fucking panda by now with my mascara and eyeliner all messed up. Great first impression on a cute guy, I'm sure.

"It was nothin'."

"I don't know why this kind of thing keeps happening to me," I grabbed a napkin to wipe my tears and excess makeup.

"Tell me about it," he scoffed. "I'm Sean, by the way."

"Cassiopeia."

"Your mom's creative, isn't she?" he chuckled.

"I wouldn't know, never met her."

"Oh, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to..." his eyes grew wide, he was mortified.

"It's okay, I don't mind."

"I feel really bad. Would you let me buy you a drink to make up for being a dick?"

"Of course" I thought at the very least it would be a nice distraction.

Talking to Sean was like talking to an old friend, it just came naturally. He was charming, funny, interesting, and a very good listener (which unfortunately seems to be rare amongst men).

Turns out we had a lot in common: we were both immigrants who moved to the US in our teens, he came from Ireland and I came from England. He was a photographer, I was a model. We both liked soccer, Italian food, and classic rock... Oh, of course, we both had deep-seated untreated trauma, but we didn't know about that one yet.

After a few beers, he asked if I'd like to go back to his place. Usually, this question comes drenched in bad intentions and unrequited lust, but he genuinely didn't sound like he was expecting anything from me. That was refreshing, a man who doesn't automatically expect sex after paying for my drinks... I thought those only existed in Hallmark movies.

"Don't mind the mess, I didn't expect any company," Sean shook his head apologetically as we walked into his flat.

"Nothing to worry about, I'm pretty messy myself," I giggled.

The place was very cute, it was a rustic quality that I loved. From the Irish flag above the door to the huge wooden S on the wall that lit up inside, everything there reflected Sean's personality. The pictures, scattered all over his desk immediately caught my eye.

"Y'can look if you want," he noticed my stare.

"Wow, Sean," I gasped at the beauty he was able to capture in those shots. "You are so talented."

"Thanks, but I don't think that you..."

"No buts!" I shook my head. "You are talented period. I'd love for you to do me sometime."

"Well, this can certainly be arranged..." Sean replied in a joking manner.

"I meant taking my pictures," I laughed.

"I can do that too," he sat by me on his bed. "You already look like a work of art, I won't have to do much."

"Are you trying to seduce me, Sean?" I smiled coyly at him.

"Is it workin'?"

Instead of answering, I entangled my fingers in his hair and pressed my lips to his, feeling his grin against my mouth.

"Oh, I take that as a yes?" he mumbled.

"You can say so..." I ran my hands over his arms.

"Y'know I was jokin', right? I didn't think we were actually going to do anythin'..." Sean panted.

"I know, that's why I want to."

"I'm not sure I have a condom."

"Don't worry, I got it."

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I woke up choking, this happens sometimes because of my anxiety and my nightmares, it always feels like I will never be able to breathe again. I sat up, trying to keep the coughing down so I wouldn't wake Sean up, but it was useless.

"Cassi," he quickly sat up as well, tapping my back gently and rubbing my chest with the other hand. "Are you alright?"

"Just a bad dream, I'm okay," I tried to catch my breath, my throat was scratchy and I felt slightly sick. "You can go back to sleep, baby, I'm fine."

"Here," Sean handed me the water he keeps next to the bed.

I took a few sips and gave it back. He looked at me with concern, I hated that look, I hated to make him worry.

"Wanna talk? D'you need me t’make you some tea?"

"Really, you don't have to..."

"Wait a second, I know exactly what you need. Hold on," Sean got up and grabbed his guitar in the corner of the room. I rolled my eyes with a smile, he knows me way too well.

"You're gonna wake everyone up," I scolded playfully.

"Tough... 'Cause I wanna play for my girlfriend."

He sat down by my side and started slowly running his fingers over the strings. The guitar was completely out of tune, but I didn't care. I let my head rest on Sean's pillow, and let his voice fill my mind.

My love, my darling I've hungered for your touch A long, lonely time And time goes by so slowly And time can do so much...

I have no idea how I got so lucky. It's been about a month and a half since we got together, Sean has been like a ray of light in my pale, gray life. I was so grateful for him and how kind he was, since I seemed to be a magnet for trouble.

I always felt safe with Sean, it's like he was my personal super-hero, and the way he deals with my anxiety disorder just makes me feel like maybe I'm not a total freak who can't lead a normal life.

All of that made me truly happy, but also very scared. Every time something seemed good in my life, it turned out to be just temporary or a cover for something horrible. I tried to enjoy the moments we had together, but it was like this shadow was always lurking in the corner. The worst part is that I had no idea how I'd be able to keep living without Sean if I lost him, I can't go back to the way I used to be, I was miserable.

So far, I didn't feel like sharing the reason why I never met my mother. I guess somewhere along the way, Sean just assumed I was abandoned and raised in foster homes or that my mom died when I was a baby, which wasn't completely untrue, but it wasn't exactly what happened. I was scared that once he knew, he'd look at me differently, with pity or disgust.

He never pushed me to tell him anything, just like I never pushed him to tell me why he always flinches when he sees a Maserati, or shakes his head violently when we drive by the Green Lake Vista. We both knew unconsciously that we were keeping secrets, secrets too terrifying to share. We also knew we couldn't hide those things forever, especially not if we were in it for the long haul.

"Did you sleep well, darlin'?" Sean turned away from the computer when he noticed I woke up.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for waking you up like that, it almost never happens..."

"You need to stop apologizin' for things that you can't control," he ran his fingers through my hair. "Are you feelin’ alright t’go visit my parents? 'Cause I can cancel..."

"No, don't. I really wanna meet your mum. I need to meet the woman who raised a man like you."

"A man like me?" he joined me in bed. "Currently unemployed, who lives in a flat without a proper stove? You're right, what a catch!"

"Well, I was thinking more along the lines of... Free spirited."

"It's called bein' a strugglin' artist, love."

"Kind and respectful..." I stroked his wild curls.

"Human decency, everyone should try it."

"Funny..."

"You mean usin' humor as a copin' mechanism?"

"Handsome..."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," he grinned widely, placing his hand on top of mine.

"Incredible at sex..."

"Really?" he pulled me onto his lap and kissed me gently. "She'll definitely be proud o'that one."

"Okay, I better shower and get ready," I tried to leave, but he didn't let go of my hips.

"C’mon, you can't massage my ego like this and then leave," his hand went to the back of my neck. "You gotta let me return the favor."

"And how are you gonna do that?" I cupped his face, bringing him closer.

"Oh, you'll see, darlin'."

"We don't have much time, Sean, we need to go to..."

"I don't need much time, and my parents raised a gentleman. I'm sure they'll understand if we're a little late."

I let my body collide against his as one of his hands got a hold of my breast and the other started circling my clit over my knickers.

"All that because of a few compliments?" I moaned softly.

"You make me feel good, so now I get t’make you feel good," he purred next to my ear before kissing my neck. "Just relax for me, princess, can you do that?"

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"You don't need to be nervous, Cassi, they don't bite," Sean said as he parked the car in front of his parent's house.

"I know, but... What if they hate me? What they think I'm weird?"

"How can anyone hate you, darlin'?" he chuckled. "It's impossible."

"I know it isn't, a lot of people hate me."

"I doubt that, you're the sweetest creature I know."

"What if I have a panic attack in there? Your mum's gonna think I'm a right nutter."

"No, she won't! She's a nurse, she'd understand."

"I want to meet them, Sean, but I don't want them to think I'm a freak."

"Hey, look at me," he cradled my face. "You're not a freak. So you have mental illness... Most people do nowadays. You're not some monster, you're my girlfriend, and I'm sure my parents will like you just as much as I do, there's nothin' in you not t’like."

"Okay, I'm ready," I took a deep breath before leaving the car.

As soon as we walked in, Sean's mom got up from her seat and rushed to give him a hug, it was honestly adorable.

"Oh, you must be Cassiopeia," she turned to hug me. "Such a beautiful name... For a beatiful girl."

"Thank you, Mrs. Falco," I blushed.

"No, dear, call me Patty. Mrs. Falco makes me feel old... Don!" she shouted. "Sean and his girlfriend are here!"

I looked at my boyfriend for comfort and he flashed me a tender smile while rubbing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. The rest of the family came in through the back door and the way they were all happy to see us, to see me, made my heart fill up with joy. I was not used to this kind of affection.

"This is my husband, Don, and my other son, Rowan," Patty introduced.

"It's so nice to meet you guys..."

"You're even more beautiful than Sean described," Don shook my hand cheerfully. "You're a model, right?"

"Yes, I've been modeling for almost ten years," I swallowed thickly.

"That's grand," Patty took my hand as we made our way to the dinner table. "How’d you get started?"

"I..." I couldn't tell her the real story, not even Sean knew the real story. "A family friend thought I had the talent for it and introduced me to an agent. Haven't stopped since."

"Has Sean taken your pictures yet?" Don asked.

"Not yet," he kissed the back of my hand. "Tomorrow will be the first time."

"Oh, what's tomorrow?"

"My friend, Kylie, is starting her own clothing brand. She asked me to model for her and I said I had the perfect photographer to do the pictures," I nudged Sean's arm. "I know this one doesn't like to be creatively restricted, but she's paying good money."

"Well, that and I couldn't say no to this lost puppy face," Sean kissed the top of my head. "This little minx, she knows I'll do anythin' for her..."

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