#that one coworker that just be fucking talking. lord they're ready

[exile-on-uwustreet]

i'm fucking exhausted of being around people. don't look at me + stop yelling + please and thank you

[elliesonlyhoe]

Loser!ellie headcannons .ᐟ ⭐

A/N .ᐟ First set of hcs..😭 lmk if y'all want a pt. 2

Loser! Ellie who lowkey has a collection of plushies that all have names, ages, and probably birthdays (specifically dinosaur ones)

Loser! Ellie Who could not flirt for shit the first few months you guys were dating.. But you on the other hand? Always trying to mess with the poor girl until she's a flustered mess.

Loser! Ellie Who had been too much of a pussy to ask you out for the longest time, just for you to already know she liked you.

Loser! Ellie Who still can't look you in the eyes without getting nervous.

You were sitting in the living room beside Ellie talking to her about how one of your coworkers had pissed you off today while Ellie was looking anywhere but you. “Els? Are you listening?..” You said, tapping your preoccupied girlfriend on the shoulder in order to get her attention.

 “I- I am…” Ellie mumbled, still looking away, the tips of her ears a bright shade of scarlet. You looked at Ellie noticing what was going on, you chuckled to yourself quietly “That's unfortunate.. My own girlfriend, the love of my life, doesn't even want to look at me? How upsetting..” You tease, as Ellie turns to look over at you, her cheeks a bright shade of red “I never said that!” She replies quickly before looking away once again “You're just.. so fuckin’ perfect..” Her own words cause her to be even more embarrassed prior to how much she was before. You try to hold in your giggles as you pull your girlfriend closer to you “I love you s'much, you know that?” you say in between your uncontrollable giggles “ I love you too..” she mutters back “And don't be a dick. Stop fuckin’ laughing at me” She adds before resting her head on your shoulder. You continue to giggle, which makes Ellie start giggling too. 

After a few moments of you two continuously laughing your asses off, you pressed a soft kiss on Ellies forehead. “Now, Tell me about your day, love.” You smile as Ellie begins to give you a rundown about everything she had done that day.

Loser! Ellie who has a separate sketchbook to fill with small doodles of dinosaurs, planets, and occasionally drawings of you.

Loser! Ellie who never fucking sleeps, like this girl will be up til’ late at night doing lord knows what.

Loser! Ellie who hates when you beat her at any game, girl will start making up the most random excuses as to why she lost, sometimes if you tease her about losing she even goes to the extent of giving you the silent treatment

Loser! Ellie who loves spooning (defo calls big spoon before you guys are even ready to head to bed, yet still ends up being little spoon sometimes.)

Loser! Ellie who acts like it's the end of the world when she accidentally interrupts you while you're speaking. Like I'm talking non-stop apologizing and always arguing with you on whether she should continue what she was saying or if you should finish speaking (you always find a way to win the argument nonetheless)

Loser! Ellie who has the humor of a middle school boy.

Loser! Ellie who probably eats lunchables 4/7 days of the week.

“Els, there's leftovers in the fridge if you're hungry!” you callout before walking into the kitchen to see your girlfriend standing there like she got caught red handed, holding a half eaten pizza lunchable in her hand

“I'm not even surprised.” You say arms crossed, shaking your head slightly  

“What?! They're good!” Your girlfriend argues back, taking another bite of her mini pizza 

“Okay Els.” you chuckle, rolling your eyes playfully

“Hey! Don't roll your eyes at me..” Ellie scoffs “Don't knock it til' you try it.”

Loser! Ellie who has a backpack filled with space and dinosaur themed pins (also probably pins with corny ass memes on them.)

Loser! Ellie who either can't accept a compliment, or gets abnormally flustered by your compliments. (It all depends on the day tbh😭🙏)

Loser! Ellie who ADORES taking walks with you near lakes, creeks, and ponds. 

A/N .ᐟ I love Loser!ellie so much omdysss🙏❤

[eldritch-spouse]

you did mention before in other replies that Santi is very hostile towards other concubi. i enjoy reading those cuz my brain conjures up the most ridiculous scenarios where Santi's literally chasing off a concubus or having a cat fight with one, and wanted to send an ask of my own.

what if Santi's obsession was a demon or a different monster that's half-concubus? or even a human with concubus heritage, if that's even possible at all in your world.

let's say that the half-concubus is neither competitive nor confrontational, so when Santi makes it clear that he won't tolerate competing for "food", they back off without a fuss and choose to hunt somewhere else. maybe they wander back to The Clergy on occasion simply out of curiosity (and mayyybe they're a bit lonely, wanting someone to talk to and not always for the purpose of fucking), but they always make it known to Santi that they have no interest in taking any of his clients. they try not to cause any trouble, but sometimes they can't help eyeballing some of The Clergy members if they didn’t get their fill before stopping by.

with that all said...what if the other monster boys were obsessed with a concubus/half-concubus s/o?

specifically Morell, Gallon, Belo, Ludwig, and Obie.

Not much would change in Santi's demeanor. He's old enough to sniff out half-breeds, and you're not weaseling past his radar. He's still going to be quite tense, and he'd rather let you starve than feed off one of his coworkers. You're more of a nuisance to him than anything, and he'll struggle to look past your nature to even consider getting to know you more as a person.

The thing with having a concubus/half-concubus partner isn't really discrimination, only one of the monsters you listed has conflicted feelings about demons, and that's Belo.

Belo, naturally, has been taught since youth that demons are corrupted scum and he should murder one whenever he's given the chance, because it equates to purifying the world, at least in the eyes of siadar. Belo was trained from youth for this, it's really hard to unlearn that, and he's only trying to because of his lord, who employs this wretched trash. Getting to tolerate Santi has already been a monumental effort in which he still falters to this day- Falling in love with a concubus will just about destroy Belo's cool. He's done, he checked out, he's going to stuff himself in his private room and have a meltdown over how worthless of an angel he is. Then he's going to address you as if you robbed him. It's not a pretty ordeal.

There might be a little bit of hesitation on Morell's side. Bernice and Harvey were raised with very distinct values, and one of them is that you should always be alert around demons no matter how nice they seem (which isn't all that wrong, when you consider that most are mischievous, to varying degrees). Morell serves and converses with demons, and he doesn't feel any particular disdain for Santi- But wanting one is different. More intimacy, more vulnerability. It's safe to say the mushroom will start doing some research and keep his Piglet under his thumb at all times. Trust is gained slowly.

Gallon is entirely ambivalent to your nature as a demon and shares no preconceived ideas that you're "to be avoided/harmed". He'll approach you in much the same way he would any other person, though always a little more careful, given that depending on your power, you can render him pliant easily under the right circumstances. He treats this like an exciting game, and deep down, he kind of wants you to prey on him a little.

Ludwig and Obie are the most ready to accept you. Your nature means nothing to them, as they've met and interacted with many a concubus in the Common Rings of Hell. Both are proud and happy to be you, just as they would with any other type of monster/human.

The problem comes with the workplace and Santi. The incubus doesn't want competition at any cost, and you being in a relationship with one of his coworkers won't change that. To put it mildly, your relationship with him will always be tense, and your partner has been warned by both him and Admin to not let you eat in The Clergy unless you're specifically eating off the monster you're in a relationship with.

I wouldn't put Santi above several, petty attempts to drive you away. He just thinks you should take a hike already.

[sweetandsourfics]

Glitter & Gold

Natasha Romanoff x Show Girl Reader | 1930s | NSFW | Masterlist

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a woman in a man's world, tough and brilliant she is a force to be reckoned with, and she does all of this for her one true love. A little dancer with a mass amount of talent.

Warnings: slight mention of homophobia, smut, oral sex, vaginal fingering, edging, fxf, adult language.

Authors Note: I have a massive soft spot for my girl Natasha. Feedback is welcomed. I love hearing what you think of my stories. I'm also thinking of opening up my asks for requests.

Song used: The Naughty Lady of Shady Lane.

Natasha is a woman in a man's world. She demands respect. Unlike the other women who are laughed out of the room, she is given respect.

She protects the women of the city. Earning the nicknamed the Black Widow. Even worked enough recognition for her name that the group known as The Avengers came knowing at her door.

She takes a long drag of her cigarette, the stress of the night rolling off her shoulders.

Music erupts from the band pit, pulling all of the club's patrons to the stage. You step forward body shield with two giants fans.

A melody pours from your painted lips.

There you are, twirling around on the stage, dripping in jewels. A smirk pulls at the corners of Natasha couldn't help but laugh as Tony's mouth hangs open.

"Ain't that your girl?" Tony asks with a lazy gesture.

Flicking the cigarette butt into the crystal ashtray, a grin playing on her red lips. "That she is."

A true starlet, this tiny stage doesn't deserve you. You belong on Broadway. A life full of luxury, and she is going to make sure you get it.

Natasha watches as your eyes light up. You've noticed her.

You are now only singing for her, swaying your hips for her. A show that was meant for everyone now is all for the Black Widow.

They better enjoy the show because this is all they're getting.

Tony has managed to pick his jaw up from the floor. "That is one hell of a girl you got."

"Oh, I know." Natasha loves talking about you. Bragging about what a talented little lady she gets to come home to.

Her boys are the only people that she can talk to about her marital status. The rest of the city knows her as the man killer, single by choice. But in reality, she's wrapped around the finger of a certain female dancer.

Like everyone else in the club, they watched eyes fully focused on you. Tony feeling jealousy nipping at his nerves.

As the band fades out, you are rewarded with a standing ovation. Tony lets out a wolf whistle that surely has sent Natasha and the five closets tables deaf.

"You okay with closing this deal without me?" Natasha asks Tony.

She has some personal business to take care of. You can't expect to shake your hips and flutter your eyelash like that and expect nothing in return.

Tony gives her a knowing smile. He knows that look in her eye. Hell, he's the king of personal business.

"You want to go have some fun with your girl?" She was about to bite back, but he bet her to the punch. "Just go before I steal her away from you."

The look in Natasha screams bloody murder, and Tony raises his hands. "But I won't."

He downs the rest of his drink, "because I don't have a death wish."

Natasha stands, patting her boss on the shoulder. "That's what I thought."

Behind the closed door, Natasha can hear the beads of your dress rattle with your movements.

You're humming away to yourself, riding the high that comes with performing.

With no need to knock, Natasha lets herself in. The smile that you give her can brighten up the darkest days.

Your smile is the reason for her present and future.

Natasha grabs your hips and plants a heated kiss onto your lips. You're already whining for more.

You shiver in her hold, your cunt purring for her touch. Lord, she has only kissed you, and yet your body is craving her. She's like a drug, one that you know you'll never be able to kick.

She breaks the kiss, nipping at your bottom lip. "You really do know how to make that stage yours, don't you, baby girl?"

"Flattery will get you everywhere." You tease.

Her lips are back on yours, kissing you hungrily. Manicured hands wondering to your plush ass.

Natasha's lips wander from yours and down your neck. Sucking and biting into the subtle flesh.

You'll be packing on the foundation tomorrow.

You manage to rasp out a warning. "T-the door, baby."

With a frustrated noise and reluctant hands, Natasha pulls away. Taking the wooden chair from the dresser, she barricades the door.

Her coworkers may have no issue with your relationship, but you'd be out of a job and on the streets (Natasha would never let that happen) if one of the many club workers caught on.

By the time she returns, you sit atop the dresser, pantyhose, underwear and shoes on the floor.

"Why, aren't you a good girl?" She purrs, stalking you like a lioness. You can feel yourself grow wetter. "Ready and waiting just for me."

Natasha runs to fingers between your lips, collecting your arousal. "You are truly eager aren't you?"

You haven't the strength to speak. Your bottom lip sucked between your teeth. A pitiful needy noise is her only answer.

"You know the rules, Princess. No touching. Hands on the dresser." Natasha purs, pressing a finger to your clit. "If they move, the longer you'll have to wait to come."

Slowly she pushes two fingers into your tight entrance. Working you at an agonising pace. Your hands tremble at your side. You need to find some way to keep them busy or for Natasha to move faster,

You grind yourself against her. "That's it, princess. Nice and easy."

She knows your body as if it was her own. Curling her fingers she rips your breath from your lungs. Natasha meets you in a loving eager kiss.

you moan into the kiss as she quickens her movements. The small dressing from being filled with sinful noises. Your moans and the wet sounds of Natasha finger fucking you like some back alley whore.

"Yes! Yes, there!" You scream. Back arching from the mirror. Natasha applies much-needed attention to your clit.

Your orgasm approaches like a tidal wave, but just as the water is about to crash onto the shore. Natasha pulls away.

A devilish smirk on her lips. Licking you from her fingers.

The ache that radiates between your legs brings tears to your eyes. Helplessly you buck your hips hoping that something, anything! Will be able to scratch the itch.

"I love it when you're like this." Natasha takes a step back, taking a moment to admire her work. "Desperate. For me."

You beg, "please."

"Please, what?"

"Please, let me come."

"That's my girl."

Your legs are spread wide as Natash buries her tongue deep within you. The pink muscle pulls unholy sounds from you. Her thumb massaging your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your hands tangled within her auburn locks as your hips abstinently roll against Natasha's tongue. Hungrily searching for release. Natasha has a death grip on your thighs.

Silent screams of pleasure falls from your lips. Thighs shake as the long-awaited wave of ecstasy swallows you whole.

The signs of your pleasure glisten on Natasha's lips and chin. Only her can make you cum this hard. Just one of the many reasons on the long list of why you love her.

[fatpingu]

My Secret Guardian

Chapter two - Those damn eyes

Warning: Explicit language, depression, anxiety and almost SA

The warmth from the sun made its way towards my bedroom. A thick sunbeam from the window was now pointed directly at my face, which made me wake up from my slumber. I really need to get some curtains.

Going back to bed wasn't even an option at this point, even though that was the only thing I wanted to do. My bedroom felt like a sauna and without curtains, there was no way that I could stay in that room. It wasn't even 7 o'clock yet, but the sun didn't care that it was my day off.

Might as well get some breakfast now that I'm up, I thought to myself as I got out of bed, the sweat already starting to form on my forehead.

I went to the kitchen, grabbed a Ready-to-Eat oatmeal and sat down at the small table in my tiny apartment. I actually hated oatmeal, but it was just so convenient and it kept me full until lunchtime. It wasn't because I couldn't cook. I was actually, in my own humble opinion, really good at cooking. But what was the point at spending so much time cooking for one person? Who in their right mind would voluntarily spend two hours on making a meal, just to sit by themselves to eat.

I wonder if Alexander likes to cook. My mind started to wander before I stopped myself. Why did I even care? He was 42 years old, there was a high chance that he knew how to fucking cook. It's a basic human skill.

As I finished my food, I looked around the apartment to find something to distract myself with. I usually just stayed at home on my days off, but there was something inside me this day, that wanted to actually do something productive.

As my eyes traveled through my apartment, they landed on my workout clothes. I hadn't worked out in a couple of months, the motivation just hadn't been there. Maybe a run down to the lake and back wouldn't be so bad, I told myself while my butt was still planted on the chair.

I thought about it for a good ten minutes before I walked over to put the clothes on.

The leggings were a little tight around the thighs and hips, but it still fit nonetheless. The shirt however wasn't in the best condition. How had I forgotten about the huge hole on the side? I reconsidered the idea of a run because I didn't have any other workout shirts.

I looked outside one of the windows to see the beautiful weather and other people running around. Men with no shirt and women in sports bras. It was a clear indication that it was hot outside, and that I also could just wear my sport bra. I put on the rest of my attire plus some headphones, and headed out the door.

Either I'm really out of shape or the lake is further away than I anticipated, I said breathlessly to myself as I tried to run. It didn't really help that the sun was burning my entire body while I struggled to catch my breath through the thick air.

The fact that I remembered to put on a cap was a blessing. I would always forget to put on a hat, no matter what weather I was traveling in. The only downside to wearing a cap, was that I could feel the sweat round the area where it touched my skin. Gross.

My phone started to ring and I stopped to catch my breath before answering. I looked at my phone for a moment to see who was calling, a thing I always did to avoid talking to people I didn't like. It wasn't a number that was coded into my phone, and I also hadn't seen it before. I hesitated at first, but answered it anyway. It could've been for a job interview from one of the places I had applied for.

"Hello?" I answered, trying my hardest not to sound too exhausted.

"Oh! Uhm.. Hi! It's Alexander.. From work!" A deep voice stammered from the other end of the call.

"What do you want?"

"I-I know it's your day off but-"

"It is. So why are you calling me?"

"I got my new laptop today, but I don't know how to set up my account."

"Okay? And that is my problem because?

"I wanted to ask if you could come in and help me? You probably have a better understanding about this technology than me."

"Can't you just get another person to help you?" I started to get irritated. Why did he need my help for something so basic? I wasn't the only one at the office who knew how a damn computer worked.

The line was silent for a little bit before he finally answered me.

"No one has time to help me. And you were the first person I thought of calling."

Was I really going to go to work on my day off, just so I could help him with his fucking account? I thought for a second, and then sighed loud to make sure he knew he annoyed me.

"Fine," I groaned as I hung up the phone. I hated it already because I knew that I didn't have time to run back to my apartment, take a shower, jump in my car and then go to my workplace. I had to run over there.

I finally made it to the building's entrance after I had run for what had felt like an eternity, but in reality only was for about ten minutes.

I took a deep breath before entering, preparing myself for all the eyes that were going to be looking at me.

I quickly walked towards Alexander's office, looking down and hiding my face with my cap so none of my coworkers recognized me. I was too annoyed already, so I didn't even bother knocking on the door before entering.

The door flung up and he jumped in his seat, clearly startled by the sudden loud noise in his quiet office. That's fucking karma, I snickered to myself, thinking about all the times he had scared me the day before.

It was a much cooler atmosphere at the office than it was outside.

Thank the lords for air conditioning.

We stared at each other for quite a while without either of us saying anything. I looked at his shirt, expecting another band T-shirt, but was slightly disappointed when I saw that it was just a plain green polo. My eyes traveled up to his face to see something quite unexpected. A pair of black rimmed glasses. I hadn't seen him with those on before, so I almost didn't recognize him.

He looked at my face when his gaze suddenly started to travel downwards to my sports bra. I hadn't even thought about my outfit before agreeing to help him with his computer. As he probably came to the realization of where his eyes were, he adjusted himself in his chair and looked back at my face.

"Nice glasses," I teased, trying to get out of the awkwardness that was floating around. His eyes widened and he quickly reached for his glasses and took them off. "They're for reading," he said while smiling at me.

I grabbed a chair and went over to the side of him, sat down and pulled the laptop over to be in front of me.

As I was typing, I could feel his eyes going from the computer to the side of my face, over and over again, like he couldn't decide what to look at. I chose to ignore him and just focus on setting up his work account.

"What do you want your password to be?" I asked, still not looking at him. He scooted a little closer to me to look at the screen.

"How about.." he thought long and hard before saying "How about your name?"

I took my hands off the keyboard and turned my head, cocking a brow.

"Why?" I asked confusedly. He looked up from the screen and gazed into my eyes. We were inches away from each other at this point.

"Because I like your name. And it's easy for me to remember," he muttered.

I was sucked into his eyes once again. Those damn eyes.

His stare switched between my eyes and my mouth as he leaned a little closer. I bit my lip, staring down at his, but before anything happened, I pulled away and looked back at the computer.

There was a moment of silence before I started to type on the keyboard.

"My name it is then," I said, trying to ignore the fact that my heart was almost beating out of my chest.

Alexander cleared his throat and moved a little further away from me, clearly embarrassed by my rejection.

I tried to pace through the rest of the set up as quickly as possible, wanting to escape the awkward energy that flowed through the room.

"All done!" I exclaimed, pushing the laptop back to Alexander. I got up and almost ran towards the door.

"Tha-thank you!" He stuttered and got up himself. "Wait!" I stopped before grabbing the door handle, turning my head slowly to look at him.

"I was wondering if you wanted to grab a beer tonight," he shyly asked. I was really contemplating my answer. I studied the look on his face, it was clear that he really wanted me to say yes. What was the worst thing that could happen? It was only a beer.

"Sure," I said softly, shifting my weight between my feet. His face lit up by my response and he almost couldn't contain his excitement.

"Should I pick you up?" he asked while nervously twisting his fingers.

"No I'll just meet you there. Joels Pint Parlor? Seven o'clock?" I requested. He nodded as he sat back down in his chair.

"See you there," he smiled. I smiled back at him and walked out of his office.

"Why did I agree to this?" I sighed while putting on my makeup. The sudden realization of what I was getting ready for hit me like a ton of bricks.

I wanted to look nice, but then again, why would I even bother. I had agreed to have a beer with my boss, nothing more, nothing less. I didn't need to put any effort into my appearance, because I wasn't going to try to impress him. But why did I actually want to?

I put down my makeup brush and stared at myself in the mirror. I had my eyebrows done, mascara and eyeliner on and a little bit of lipstick. Do I need more? I thought to myself while studying my own face. No, this is fine. It's only for a beer.

The clock started getting close to 6:30 pm and I started to get more nervous. I had switched between several outfits before finding one that was a little more sexy than my usual work attire. It was a pair of black shorts with a loose white shirt that had a type of V-neck and a pair of wedge sandals. Who was I kidding? I wanted to look good and a little cleavage never hurt anybody.

I grabbed my purse and car keys and headed out the door. I knew I would be there way to early, but just sitting around and waiting in my apartment was going to be torture for my nerves.

The bar wasn't as crowded as I had feared, but then again it was also a Thursday.

I walked towards the bar to find a place to sit, and low and behold there were two seats free right at the bar counter.

I sat down on one of the chairs and placed my purse on the other so no one could sit there. I looked around the room to observe the different kinds of people that were hanging around this bar.

Maybe this was a bad idea, I thought to myself as I got eye contact with some creepy looking men, sitting in one of the corners of the bar, having a conversation about something that looked like it would be gross to hear.

One of the men stood up from his seat and proceeded to walk towards me, smiling all creepily. My gut twisted and I started to shake a little. I was really scared of strangers, especially men, and especially creepy looking men. He was getting really close and I froze in my seat.

"Hey baby! What's a fine piece of ass doing at a bar all by herself?" he said with a smug on his face.

"I-I uhm.." I stuttered. I was so scared that I couldn't form a decent response.

"How about we get out of here, huh? You look like you could use a really good fucking," he said, leaning closer towards me.

"Ple-please leave m-me alone," I almost cried, tears starting to form in my eyes. His grin faded as he looked behind me.

"You heard her. Leave!" a deep voice growled behind me. I look back to see Alexander, looking a lot angrier than usual. The creepy man didn't budge, he just stared at Alexander and then back at me.

"Is this your boyfriend?" he asked irritatedly while pointing. I was still frozen, but managed to make a small nod while looking at the floor. While tsking, he leaves the bar counter and heads back to his friends.

Alexander moves my purse from the other chair and sits down, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"Are you okay?" he asks while trying to make eye contact with me. What is it with those words when they come from him? I can feel the concern in his voice that I haven't felt in others when asking me the same. I didn't answer him with words. I just looked at him and nodded.

Alexander raised his hand to catch the bartender's attention so he could order something to drink.

"Two beers please," he requested and turned back to face me again.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. I jus-"

"Don't worry about it."

Our small conversation got interrupted when the bartender sat down two pints of beer in front of us. I took a huge gulp of beer to calm my nerves. Who would have thought that I left my apartment early so my nerves wouldn't get the best of me, just to have them destroyed by a creepy man because I left early.

"We agreed to seven o'clock and I just happened to be here before you. Seriously, you don't need to apologize."

Alexander took a swig of his beer and looked back at me again.

"I mean it! If I had just been here ten minuets earlier this wouldn't have happened."

"You look good tonight," he beamed. "Not that you don't normally look good! It's just.. I really like your outfit! But it's a shame it isn't very professional," he smirked, taking another sip of his beer.

I slapped his arm, making him spill a little. "I know what I said about your clothes was rude, okay?" I acknowledged while trying to hide my smile because of his joke.

"It's okay, you're right. My clothes aren't very professional and I do need to buy some proper stuff. It would be an honor to have you as my guidance tho," he said while swirling his beer.

I chose to lower my guard because I actually felt really comfortable being around him at this point. "I would love that," I said while smiling at him.

We had been at the bar for about two hours, laughing and talking about random stuff. I had found out that Alexander had been in the military when he was 22 and that he was really passionate about music. That definitely explained the band T-shirts.

"No! Queen is definitely better than David Bowie!"

"Are you out of your mind!? 'The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars' is a fucking masterpiece of an album and beats everything that Queen has ever made!"

"Look. 'Innuendo' is literally so amazing! 'The show must go on'? What about 'I'm going slightly mad'?"

"If you want to talk about Queen albums, at least mention the best one! 'A Night At The Opera'? Don't you like 'Love of my life'?"

"I.. don't.." I turned my head to face my almost empty beer glass on the countertop. "That song reminds me of some dark times that i would rather forget."

I could feel Alexander's hand on my thigh. Normally, I would've smacked him across the head for doing that, but didn't feel like it. His hand was very warm and soft against my bare skin.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned my head to look at him.

"It used to be one of my favorite songs because of the emotions that it packed.. But then my boyfriend left me a couple years ago and suddenly, the lyrics hit too close to home. And still does."

Alexander angled his eyebrows upwards.  "I'm sorry to hear that," he said, squeezing my thigh in a pitying way.

"I don't."

"Do you have any kids?" I asked, wanting to turn the conversation around.

"Do you want any?"

"And your wife is cool with that?"

"I can't have kids, and he wasn't very thrilled about that. I had told him in the beginning of our relationship and he told me then, that he didn't mind. Apparently he did." I swung back the rest of the warm beer and almost threw the glass back at the counter.

"I don't have one"

"You don't have a wife?"

"Not really."

"No. We got divorced about five years ago"

"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to be so nosy." My face was turning red. It was probably a mix between the beer and the sheer awkwardness I had created.

I looked at Alexander, and to my surprise, he didn't seem bothered about my questions.

"It's getting late and I have work tomorrow," I stated as I fumbled with my purse, trying to find some money for the beers. I placed the money on the counter and stood up from the chair. I started walking out of the bar and Alexander walked right behind me.

We both walked towards the parking lot behind the bar to get to our cars.

"Will you text me when you get home? Just so I know you made it home safe?" Alexander asked while fiddling with his car keys. I wanted to make a sarcastic comment, but I could see on his face that he was dead serious about my safety.

"I don't have your number," I said.

"It's the same number that I called from earlier today," he smiled, still playing with his keys.

I smiled back and unlocked my car. "Sure."

I got in my car and drove off. Just like the day before, Alexander didn't get into his car before I had driven off.

When I came back to my apartment, I looked through my purse for my house keys. They weren't there.

Did I forget them at the bar? I checked my purse again until it hit me. I never took my keys with me. Only my car keys. Fuck!

My apartment door was that annoying kind that didn't need a key to lock it. It locks by itself. That meant that I was locked out of my apartment, and the landlord wasn't available until tomorrow morning.

What the fuck do I do now!? My pulse started to jump and I could feel myself getting lightheaded. I didn't have any family or friends that lived near by. They all lived around three hours away.

"Hello?"

"Hey Alexander. It's me."

Chapter three