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ramp-it-up · 4 months ago

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Good Morning

Summary: You leave bed before Bucky can say good morning.

Word count: 1.8 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This drabble is in the Knock You Down AU, and is the answer to this ask. Please let me know how you feel by commenting, reblogging, and interacting. 😉

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Frumoasă is pregnant, Bucky is feral. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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If Bucky could mainline you straight to his veins, he would. He woke up feening and alone.

The moment he stepped into his en suite that morning, which was your bathroom now too, a primal pull drew him on a string to you.

You were standing at the mirror trying to tame your hair in just white cotton panties and Bucky’s dress shirt from the day before, partly for use as a robe, but mostly for his smell.

At the sight of you in his shirt, diamond on your finger, pregnant with his child, something in his chest tightened.

Mine he thought.

You tried to focus on fixing your hair, but the weight of his gaze on you in the mirror was distracting as hell. There were a few other things that had changed about you in the last few weeks: your appetite, your energy level, but the best and the worst was your sex drive.

“You’re staring again,” you murmured, meeting his gaze in the mirror and trying to pretend you didn’t want him to slut you out.

“Sorry,” offered Bucky, who was leaning on the wall behind you, smirking and probably reading your mind.

He was definitely not sorry.

“Can’t help it, Frumoasă.”

You raised an eyebrow at him over your shoulder at his cracked voice.

“You can’t?”

You destroyed him with a look. He couldn’t take how beautiful you were. You standing there, no makeup, all that hair, his white shirt and panties. He never knew that Jockey that made lingerie to turn him on, but here you were.

And Bucky was so weak for you.

“No. I can’t. You’re too beautiful.”

But the way he was looking at you, eyes burning you, that tongue peeking out of his mouth as if recalling your taste on his lips; it made you shiver.

Bucky strode toward you, so gotdamn handsome in the mirror that you didn’t want to turn around and see the real thing.

He was clad only in low slung grey sweatpants, the bulge in them growing by the second, his abs standing out, his tiny nipples erect. The medal on his golden skin gleamed and you longed to bite it between your teeth as he stroked his thick cock inside you.

Bucky Barnes’ blue gaze had you in a chokehold.

Fuck, you wished he would choke you while he fucked you hard, but he stopped with the breath play the moment he found out you were pregnant.

Your eyes glazed over and your mouth dropped open in a small pant as your pussy clenched down on nothing, thinking of how Bucky handled you on his cock.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Frumoasă?” Bucky teased, eyes locked on you when you turned your dreamy eyes on him.

You pretended you didn’t notice and refocused on arranging your curls. The sharp points of your breasts under his shirt might have been a clue however, and if he could see between your legs, he might have ascertained a wet spot.

Bucky’s voice was low and rough around the edges as he moved closer to you, watching as you as your fingers pulled through your hair again, your arms akimbo and offering the perfect view of your body.

He also didn’t miss the smile that played on your lips after what he asked. He knew what you were thinking.

Your hands fell from your thick hair to your hips and your eyes zeroed in on his bulge.

“My eyes are up here, Baby.”

Bucky’s firm hands were sliding over your hips now, pulling you back against him. His lips brushed your shoulder.

Slow. Lazy. Possessive.

His hands moved to your belly, his fingers spreading possessively over the softness there. There was only the slightest change, but Bucky noticed everything. His breath moved over your neck and made you shiver as he kept eye contact in the mirror.

“Bucky… got to get ready,” you murmured, trying to ignore the way his fingers smoothed down the curve of your waist.

“Not yet…”

A hand slid under the hem of the shirt. You inhaled shakily.

“I woke up, and you weren’t in bed.”

His voice was low, rough, and thick with desire.

You swallowed hard.

“Because I was getting ready to—“

“You’re supposed to be in my arms,” he interrupted.

His words sent heat through your body as his hands tightened on your hips. And you felt him, hard, ready, and pressing against you from behind.

You gripped the vanity with trembling fingers. He chuckled, his hips pressing into you.

“You’re wearing my shirt, looking like this, carrying my baby. You’re killing me,” he looked up at you in the mirror those blue eyes destroying your soul.

“You know that right? You drive me crazy,” he murmured, voice thick with need as his hands glided higher over your ribs, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin beneath your breasts.

You gasped, body weak against the hard planes of his torso and Bucky groaned, his large hands extending and gripping your nipples gently. He rolled them lightly, his hands working under his shirt, and a moan escaped you.

“Fuck, you’re sensitive, aren’t you?”

You didn’t have time to respond before he spun you around, lifted you on top of the counter, and stepped between your legs. Bucky’s hands slid up your thighs, pushing them wider.

And just like that, going out was forgotten because Bucky was between your legs, his long, hard cock pressing against your melting pussy, kissing you like he was starving. His palms were hot on your skin, fingers gripping, claiming, and dragging you closer.

You gasped into his mouth, and he deepened the hot, slow, and delicious kiss like you two had all the time in the world.

Like he wanted to devour you.

“Bucky, Baby—”

You barely got his name out before his fingers tightened, and suddenly your back was pressed to the mirror, legs wrapped around his waist, body caged in by his. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and yanked it open, baring your skin to his.

You shivered at the way his eyes darkened as they swept over you, hunger rolling off him.

“Shoulda stayed in bed, baby,” he murmured, trailing his lips down your neck and his hands spreading you wider.

“I was going to meet Peach for brunch,” you whimpered.

In the back of your mind, you were certain that this was a plan between him and Steve to keep you both in the house after what happened in Atlanta after New Years.

Bucky chuckled, his breath hot against your skin and his teeth grazing your collarbone.

“I’m sure she’s busy as well.”

You shook your head and smirked as his mouth moved lower, dragging down your stomach, over your hip, until he was kneeling between your legs.

“Can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, his voice dropping into a rough whisper as he looked up at you with those baby blues.

“About this body. About what we made together. About how deep a part of me lives inside you.”

His hand drifted over your stomach, then slid down to the waistband of your panties, teasing.

Your breath hitched, “Bucky!”

His palmed your clit and slipped three fingers along the cut of you, playing in your slick, teasing.

“So fucking wet. Here, taste.”

And he inserted his wet fingers into your mouth. Your eyes closed as you sucked yourself off of him, but they flew open when you felt something sharp and cold against your skin.

Bucky had picked up your hair shears from the vanity and was using them to cut your panties off.

“James!”

Bucky outright laughed as you moved your mouth and prepared to gripe at him, until he got on his knees. He settled between your legs, pushing between them with his shoulders and stared at you.

You were glistening, slick and swollen, your body so fucking ready for him.

He dragged his wet fingers through your folds, pressing just enough to make your breath catch, just enough to make your hips jerk up.

You were desperate for more.

“Look at you,” he murmured, watching you fall apart.

You whimpered, your thighs trembling around his shoulders. He slid a finger inside you, slow and deep, watching as you gasped, your body clenching around him.

“So tight. So fucking perfect.”

Bucky added another, stretching, preparing, feeling your pussy adjust to him.

You moaned, arched, writhed, and it was the most beautiful fucking thing Bucky had ever seen.

He leaned forward and dragged his tongue through your slick heat, tasting, devouring, and feeling your body tremble under his grip. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, gripping, and begging for more.

“Please, Bucky, please!!!”

Your fiancé smirked into your pussy.

“Impatient?”

You whimpered, your hips jerking as he held you down, licking slowly, deeply, watching you come undone.

“You’re perfect like this,” he mumbled into your cunt.

At this point, you were shaking and gasping. Bucky didn’t stop until you were arching off the vanity, crying out his name, legs shaking around his head as you came.

He wiped his mouth as he watched you come down and trying to close your legs although he still had one thigh in his grip.

Your drooping eyes widened as he lowered the waistband of his sweats, pulled you forward by your hip, and lined himself up.

“Need more. Need to be inside you.”

“Please!”

It was an over stimulated plea, but it died on your lips in a moan. Bucky held your gaze as he pushed inside your wet, hot pussy.

“Tight,” he gritted through clenched teeth. “Fucking perfect.”

Your fingers clenched his shoulders and you let out a breathy moan, making him almost lose it right there. Bucky sunk deeper, feeling your body stretch to accommodate him.

“That’s it, mama. Take every fucking inch of my fat cock.”

He groaned, burying himself to the hilt, feeling you tighten and pulse around him, sucking him in deeper.

Bucky pulled back and thrusted back hard, watching the way you face twisted in pleasure.

“Mine.”

He said it aloud this time.

Bucky gripped your hips, pinning you down, fucking you slow and deep. He gripped your jaw and forced you to look at him.

“Eyes on me.”

His voice was rough and demanding.

“That’s it. Take me. Take all of this cock.”

Your nails dragged down his back until you were too weak to hold on, your body shuddering from wave after wave of pleasure, which spiked when the splashes of his hot cum hit the convulsing walls of your cunt.

Bucky held you tight and kissed the top of your head.

“You don’t leave the bed without saying good morning.”

“Yes, Sir. Good morning, Sir.”

“Smartass. Let’s teach it a lesson.”

You thought Bucky Barnes was done.

But when you slid down to your feet, he turned you around and bent you over the sink. You felt his cock get hard again and press against your bottom.

You gasped.

“James!”

“You’re gonna be a little late for brunch, Frumoasă.”

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runningincircl3s · 9 months ago

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Nothing Ever After

Chapter 5

chapter warnings: alcohol, guys being dudes

this was one of my favourite chapters to write :) also we finally get around to mr chenzo mauro coming into the story…

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The hotel room smelled strongly of perfume as you were getting ready for your first night out in years, leaning in towards the lit up bathroom mirror as you touched up your lip gloss, catching Noah watching you from his bed, before he asked you to change the song that had come on next on your phone, which happened to be ain’t it fun by Paramore.

You were surprised that last night didn’t cause an awkward atmosphere between the two of you, not that it should have, so you didn’t dare bring up the pet name drop. Noah spent the day with Matt and Nicholas moving their equipment into the venue for tomorrow night, joined by some of the Motionless guys whilst you explored the city with Bryan, Nick and Jolly.

“I can’t believe you’re not coming too.” You pouted, catching Noah’s eye in the mirror. You had gotten into an argument earlier this evening about going out, Noah had told you that you were here on this tour to work, but you countered that by saying you’re not exactly working until tomorrow, and he seemed to have nothing to say to that.

“My partying days are long gone, I can just about tolerate album releases or birthdays now.”

“Okay, grandpa!” You teased, making him raise his eyebrows.

“Hey, I'm only 2 years older than you! Just find out how old Ryan and Vin are before you call me grandpa, sweetheart.” He placed a hand on his hip, making you chuckle.

“Maybe I will.” You smirked, checking the time on your phone before turning the bathroom light off and sitting at the end of Noah’s bed.

“You look nice.” Noah said, dropping the sassy act as he sat up, making your cheeks flush red. But you brushed it off.

“Thank you.” You smiled, trying not to show just how flustered that comment made you. “Folio said we’re getting an uber there at 10 so I better go and meet him.”

Noah nodded his head.

“Stay safe, okay? I know you’ll be with the guys and I trust them, but be careful, watch your drink.”

“I appreciate your concern but I’m an adult, Noah. I can look after myself. I’ll see you when I get back.” You said with a smile and a little wave as you left the hotel room and headed down to meet up with Bryan and Nick.

“Wow!” Nick’s eyes widened, sitting up in the arm chair he had sunk into, “you look… amazing!”

“Thanks Folio.” You smiled, doing a twirl, showing off the outfit you rushed to buy whilst you were in the city this afternoon.

“Please! I’d usually have my friends to help me pick an outfit but they’re in a completely different time zone right now and I need someone to tell me if it sucks!” You pleaded with Nick, Bryan and Jolly to come in the store with you.

Your begging seemed to have worked as they eventually gave in and followed you through the store as you picked out some items before putting them back to swap for others. Eventually, with the help of the three guys, you found what you thought was a perfect outfit, exactly your style and you went into the changing room cubicle to try it on.

As you walked out the guys cheered, you were almost certain it wasn’t for the outfit choice but the fact it meant you could leave the store and get pizza.

“I still think it would look better on me.” Jolly snickered on the way out of the store, and you hit him with the bag.

“What did Noah think of it?” Folio wiggled his eyebrows and you looked at him, confused at what he meant by that.

“I think he liked it, why?”

“Oh, no reason…” He smiled, before adding, “He wasn’t in the store with us earlier, he didn’t get to see it when we did!”

You ignored him as you made your way out to wait for the uber.

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Once you had gotten into the club, you met up with Ryan and Vinny. Bryan offered to get drinks for you all, but Ryan insisted he got the first round, and you all followed him to the bar.

“Think you’ll find anyone to take back to your room tonight?” You heard Ryan say to Vin, a teasing tone in his voice.

“Nah, not tonight, man. I just want to get up there and DJ again.”

“Go and ask,” Folio laughed, “The worst they can say is no and turn you away.”

“Now that is a good point.” Vinny pointed a finger at Nick, “If you guys can’t find me I’ll be up there fucking it up!”

"Go Vin!" Ryan laughed as Vinny found his way to the stage.

Bryan passed you your drink, you weren’t too sure what to get so you played it safe with a vodka redbull as the guys all had some kind of whiskey or beer.

Nick and Bryan were having a conversation, so you decided you'd take this as an opportunity to get to know Ryan.

"So how long have been in the band?" You asked, taking a sip of your drink.

"Too long," he chuckled, "I think it's been about 16 years now."

"Really?" You gasped, "how long have you guys been going? I had no idea it's been that long?"

"Twenty years, but Chris is the only one who's been here since the beginning, we haven't found a replacement for him yet." He laughed, taking a sip of his beer.

"So you guys all replaced the originals?"

"Well I wouldn't word it like that," he said, "I joined in 2008 and then Rick joined a year later, we've had Vin since 2014 and we aquired Justin five years ago, I think... I can't remember." He laughs. "I'll spare you the details of all the others, so how long have you been doing photography?"

"Since I was in school," you say, watching as Nick and Bryan began walking over to you two, "I'd say it's almost been 13 years now."

Nick changed the subject and the four of you began talking, until Ryan and Bryan went back to the bar for another drink. As you waited for them to come back, you and Folio just stood about, people-watching.

“So,” Folio said, “you said you haven’t had a night out in a while, how you feeling?”

“I don’t know if I’m just getting older but it seems a lot… different from what I remember.”

“Yeah, the music's gotten worse that's for sure.” He laughed.

As Nick said that, the song suddenly switched up and all of a sudden return of the mack started playing.

“I guess they let Vinny DJ after all.” Ryan shouted over to you two.

“It’s like he has this magic power that lets him get whatever he wants, I was almost certain they wouldn’t let him up there.” Nick laughed. “Anyway, I need to ask you something.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and took a sip of your drink.

“Okay… Go ahead.”

“You and Noah… I’ve kept it a secret but I saw you guys in the pool back home, I’ve seen the way he looks at you and the way you look at him-”

“Nick, what are you talking about?”

“I’m just telling you to go for it! It’s clear you guys are into each other, and it's the perfect time now you're both sharing a room... it just makes sense.”

“Yeah but let's say I do, and what if it backfires? What if he doesn’t feel the same way and I have to spend the next few months living in hell, having to be around him every minute of every day, I'd rather pack my bags and go home now!”

“So you do like him!” Nick shouted, overjoyed for some reason you didn’t understand, it was like he knew something you didn't.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying-”

“That is what you just said, the same way, what else would that mean?”

“Why do you care so much? We’re best off as just friends whilst we’re on tour anyway.”

“I care because I love him, and you, y/n. I just want to see my friends happy!”

“What’s going on?” Bryan asks as he joins you with Ryan by his side.

“Y/n admitted it! She has feelings for Noah!”

“I didn't! I fucking hate you guys. I just wanted to come out and have fun tonight and this is what I get instead?”

“Hey, me and Bry haven’t even done anything.” Ryan defended the two of them, but it was too late, you’d gone.

You wouldn’t act like you didn’t spot the guy staring at you as you talked to Nick, and so you decided to prove a point, that you didn’t have feelings for Noah, and walked straight over to him.

The song suddenly changed again, and you moved to the beat as you approached this guy, he was also pretty hot so it’s not like you’d have to fake how much you were into him. He was pretty tall, you could see a few tattoos on his arms, his eyes looked a chocolate brown, he had brown stubble for a beard which matched his hair and he almost resembled Ben Barnes.

"What's your name?" He asked, his hand sliding to your waist.

"Y/n!" You give him a smile, which he returns.

"I'm Max."

He asked if you wanted another drink, and so you told him you’d have a strawberry daiquiri. You kept looking over at Folio every now and again, who kept his eye on you up until the moment you moved in to kiss Max, your hand on his cheek as you stood on your tiptoes- when someone bumped into you, making you spill your drink over yourself.

“What the f- Vinny?”

“Shit, I.. I am so sorry, oh my… How do I...”

Neither of you knew what to do, so you both stood completely still, and Max laughed before wandering off to another girl.

“Fuck, let me help you clean up, where’s the bathrooms?”

"Over there?"

You both walked off in the direction the sign pointed in, although it happened to be the mens bathroom. However, since there was nobody in there you didn't care, rushing to the sink.

You looked in the mirror to see your top had a massive red stain, as Vinny gathered some tissues to help wipe the mess up.

“I look fucking stupid!” You groaned, to which Vinny apologised once more.

He began to wipe your top as you worked on wringing it out of your hair which it had also gotten on to, beginning to laugh at how ridiculous this situation is. However, when Vinny suddenly noticed he was wiping your boob and you didn't appear to be wearing a bra, he felt a rush go through his body and his hands froze momentarily.

“We haven’t even been properly introduced yet, I’m so sorry this is how it had to be.” You chuckled, taking a couple tissues from the counter and taking over from him as he stepped back.

“It’s okay,” he smiled, “so you’re y/n? Our temporary photographer, right?” He asked, properly taking in how you looked for the first time as you desperately scrubbed at your top.

“That’s right, and you’re a DJ?” You smirked.

“I was for about five minutes before they kicked me off! They saw the song I was about to play next and I guess they just didn’t have taste.”

You laughed, wondering what it could’ve been, still wiping at your top.

“Is it coming off?” He asked, feeling bad as he watched as you shook your head.

“Y’know I might just go back to the hotel-”

“Hey, no! Don’t let your night be over just because of me.”

“It’s not that, I just don’t feel like it tonight, I'm not having fun like I used to.” You sighed, “plus my outfits ruined.”

You could tell Vinny was about to apologise again, but he stopped himself and instead he suddenly took his sweater off, and handed it over to you.

“I was wondering where this was about to go…” You smirk as you take it from him and turn around, you couldn’t help but melt slightly at the smell of as you slipped it over your head.

“I mean… I haven’t fucked in a club bathroom for about 8 years but if-” You threw your wet top at him to shut him up as you turn back around.

“You at least owe me another drink first.” You chuckle, fixing the black and brown striped sweater in the mirror. “How do I look?”

“Cute,” he says, “it goes with your skirt.” He points out, and you smile as you realise he’s right. “So what are you drinking?”

You take your ruined top back from him, and you can’t help but notice how his arm flexed, and how his hands looked, and the rings on his fingers… it was all too much, you had only just met him! You tried to keep all your thoughts at bay, but it didn’t help that it seemed he had a flirty personality, one that you couldn't help but match.

“Vodka lemonade please.” You smiled at him as you followed him back out.

“Where the hell were- What is going on here?” Ryan shouts, laughing almost in disbelief as he watches you and Vinny return from the bathroom, with you now wearing his sweater.

“It's not what it looks like!” You exclaim, as Vinny laughs.

“I knocked into her and spilled her drink, I helped clean up the mess and now I’m getting another one to replace the one she lost- I lost.” Vin said with a smile as he walked over to the bar.

“We were thinking of going soon,” you hear Bryan say as he tapped you on the shoulder, “I think Nick had too many shots and Noah would kill me if he’s hungover for the first show. Do you wanna come too or stay or...?”

“That’s okay, I’ll stay. Vinny’s just getting me another drink. I'd feel bad if I left.”

“That’s fine! Just please text me or one of the guys to let us know you got back safe. I won’t say it in front of Nick after what he was saying earlier, but Noah asked if we could make sure you get back safe and don’t leave with some stranger.”

“I'm not stupid!" You laugh, "Of course I'll stay safe, and I'll text you when I leave and when I'm back. See you tomorrow, Bry.”

“I think I might leave too, actually.” Ryan says, “It was great to meet you, even if it was briefly, and I can’t wait to be working with you tomorrow. See ya!”

“Bye, Ryan!” You smile, watching as he followed Bryan and Nick out.

“Here. I'm so sorry, really,” Vin hands you your drink and you thank him, “where’s everyone gone?”

“Back to the hotel,” you say, taking a sip, “we’ve only been here a couple hours!”

“It’s because they’re getting old, y/n! Justin didn’t come with us this time but he always used to, but he’s a dad now so he’s probably catching up on all that sleep.”

“How old are you?” You ask a little out of the blue, remembering what Noah had said to you earlier.

“Hey, they say to never ask a lady her age!” He says, slightly flipping his hair, causing you to smile.

“Sorry ma’am!”

“30.” He answers straight up and you almost spit your drink out.

“No! You’re a liar Vincent.”

“I’m not… and that’s not my name!” He sasses, “And there’s me thinking you actually knew of us!”

“So you’re just Vinny?” You ask, quite taken back by the news, “And anyway I know a couple of your songs, I wouldn’t say I’m like a fan or anything…”

Vinny raises his eyebrows.

“Are you shitting me?”

“Hey, I’m sorry! I’ll listen to you guys whilst I work on editing some pictures tomorrow and I’ll give you a review!” You smile, taking a sip of your drink.

“Now that’s more like it.” He smirks, taking a sip of his drink. “And it’s Vincenzo actually.”

“That’s cute, Vincenzo… is that…”

“Italian,” he answers, shaking his head, “But please don’t ask me to speak Italian, I’m actually from New Jersey.”

“Oh cool!” You smile, also telling him where you’re from, “so New Jersey, that’s like next to New York isn’t it… interesting…”

Vinny looked rather confused at your thinking face.

“What? What’s interesting?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like Timothee Chal-”

“Yes, they have." He interrupted, "And yes, I see it in some pictures.” He sighs, and you laugh. “Is that your way of calling me hot?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Well, given the chance I would give everything up for a chance with him from little women, so…”

You couldn’t deny Vinny was very attractive, not only in his looks but his personality too. He was a double threat, he was dangerous.

“So… you are calling me hot?” He smirked. The lighting in this place wasn’t doing you any favours as it only made him look better.

“Are you like this with everyone?” You asked, a serious tone in your voice as you looked up at him.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, flirty?”

“I’ve been told I can be,” he smirked, “why?”

“You’re so annoying.” You said, trying to hide your smile as you took a sip of your drink.

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Three drinks later, Vinny decided it was time to get you back to the hotel and into bed. He was relatively sober compared to you, as you were currently shouting at the people DJ-ing for not letting you and Vin back up there.

“C’mon! We played better songs than this!” You argued, “I’ve never even heard of this shit before!”

“Hey, c’mon,” Vinny put his hand on your waist, pulling you away from the main stage, “Sorry!” He shouted up to the guy who stood with his arms crossed.

“You’ve really got no control over your girlfriend, huh?” He snickered, and Vin took a deep breath, knowing not to make the situation any worse than it was five minutes ago.

“No. She’s her own person, and we’re leaving now. I apologise.” He said calmly before turning around and leading you out of the building.

“I didn’t want to leave so early.” You frowned, slightly shivering as you walked by his side.

“It’s not early,” he laughed, “it’s almost 2am, and I have to be up at 7.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry for keeping you there… you could’ve gone back y’know…”

“I wasn’t leaving you there by yourself, in a club in a city you’ve never been to before with the way you are.”

“I’m not even drunk!” You poked his side.

“Then walk in a straight line.” He stopped walking and crossed his arms, looking at you as if to say ‘go on.’

You thought about it, but then shook your head, and he smirked.

“Maybe I did drink a little too much, but my drinks were stronger than yours so that's not fair!”

“It was your choice to have double shots of vodka, you could’ve had a single, or no alcohol at all?”

“And why would I wanna do that?” You linked your arms together as you continued to walk, “How long does it take to walk back?”

“About 20 minutes. We could’ve gotten an uber but I didn’t want to risk you being sick in it or anything.”

“They told you, didn't they?” You sighed.

“Who told me what?” He chuckled, looking at you as you walked together.

“Bryan’s 25th.”

“No… What happened?”

“I vomited all over Noah, and myself, but mostly Noah… It was the first time I properly met him.”

“Oh shit.” He laughed, before suddenly pulling back from you, “wait, are you and Noah…”

“Are we what?” You stopped to look at him, you knew what he meant but you wanted him to say it.

“I dunno, not together but… are you guys a... thing? I just thought after seeing the two of you yesterday when we were getting off the bus-”

“No! Why does everyone think there’s something going on between us?!”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” He said, going quiet.

You sighed.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry. Can I tell you something, Vinny?” You asked, your words a little slurred.

“Yeah, what's up?"

“I don’t know where I stand with Noah. Sure, I like him, I’ll admit that, but he'll give me mixed signals. And sometimes I feel like I annoy him. Am I annoying, Vin?”

“I don't know you well enough yet to answer that," he laughed, "But I'm sure he doesn't think that.”

“It’s like last night when I said I’d come out tonight with you guys, he had an attitude the whole way back to the hotel, until we went to our rooms- Shit I’m gonna wake him up when we get back!”

“You two are sharing a room?"

“It’s a long story, someone was gonna have to share and it only seemed fair I did because I had an extra bed. But- Shit I don't have the key to get in and I don’t want to have to wake him up.”

“Give him a call, he might still be awake.”

“You’re right!” You said, rushing to get your phone from your bag.

It rang and rang but there was no answer. He was definitely asleep.

“Fuck," you groaned when he didn't answer once more, stressfully running your fingers through your hair, "I don’t want to have to bang on the door to wake him up.”

“Look, I know this sounds crazy but for tonight why don’t you just stay in my room? We’ve all managed to get separate rooms this time around so I’ll ask Rick if I can share with him and-”

“No! I can’t kick you out of your room. We can share a bed, I don't bite! I'll even put a pillow between us if you want to.” You laughed.

“Okay deal.” He smiled as he shook your hand.

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