ivyx33

[ivyx33]

Confessions

I figured if I'll just dump it here like I did with the Serafine one, it would look horrrendus. Instead; I'll add a proper name for the one-shot, and try to make it look like I knew what I was doing... Also English Isn't my first language, (nor my friends) so if you find any mistakes, please point them out! Anyway, here is the X Reader story, happy reading! ------

You were seated at the Lackadaisy bar once again, like almost every week. Only difference? You sat alone. Wick was busy with planning a new quarry, Mitzi was doing who knows what, you didn't want to know what Rocky was doing, there were only a few stray guests and Victor who was tending the bar while grumpily staring at–nearly everything.

Maybe you could use the time to finally prepare to ask out Wick, maybe he would even say yes. But you couldn't bring yourself too. Fearing he might think you only were trying because of the money, even if you didn't want one bit of it. And it seems your uncertain clung to you like a day coat, because Victor spoke up:

“Vhat is problem with you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You sat here all day, with your head dropped like, like…” he waved his hand thinking. “Like sad puppy.”

“Ah, yes, I'm sorry. It's just… I’ve been wanting to ask out Wick, and I don't know how I should go about it.” You replied, to which he only grumbled slightly. 

“He lives such a different life than me, and I fear he might think I just want his money.” You added, sloshing your drink in your hand.

“Do you?” 

“God no. He is kind and not pretentious, I couldn’t care less for his money.” You took a sip from your beverage.

“Then vhat is problem? Just ask.” Victor replied, with a grunt.

“But what if–” you paused mid sentence, hearing Wick’s voice. “Good afternoon.” “Hey, Wick.” you greeted with a smile. While Victor simply grunted, as Wick sat down next to you.

He began to talk about how he got a set day for when he will blow a hole into the ground, for his new quarry. But you couldn’t focus on anything, the conversation with Victor was still occupying your mind. That was until he spoke your name. “Are you alright?” he asked “Ah, yes. Sorry I was just lost in thought.” You replied, finishing your drink. 

You locked eyes with his gentle, yet tired blue eyes. Maybe… Maybe it really will be alright. But not today, tomorrow. If Wick was here tomorrow that is.

“I think I should head home for today.” You added, it was fairly late anyway. “Will… Will you be here tomorrow?”

“Yes, I, I believe so. Why?” 

“Just wondering.” You stood up, said your goodbyes and left for the night.

—

The next day you entered the Lackadaisy with a goal in mind: Confess to Wick. While dressed up in the best clothing you’ve had, it may not be much, but good enough… you hoped. 

It was barren as always, there were only a few stray quests, the band sitting on the stage not playing anything, Victor behind the bar, and lastly Wick. Yet, you felt nervous like never before. Especially once Wick’s eyes landed on you and he put his drink down, which made your heart race.

“Do you stare often?” You asked, getting on the stool next to him.

“Ah, no. It’s… uhm… You look dazzling.” He replied, making your cheeks begin to heat up.

“T-thanks. You as well.” You stuttered. “Wick I… I have something to ask.”

Then the band began to play a slow jazz tune, it was odd, they barely played anymore. And now? Just before you want to confess? What an incredible timing.

“So do I.” He replied, as he stood up from his stool. “May I have this dance?” 

Oh no, no, no, you didn’t want him to see you stumble around. “I uhm… I am not the most proficient dancer.” 

He gently took your hand. “Neither am I.” He replied, slowly pulling you to a more open space. While you let yourself be pulled. 

“What is it you wanted to ask?” 

“The question seems obsolete now…” You chuckled awkwardly. “I… wanted to know if you wanted to go out sometime.” 

“Gladly.”

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After the Lackadaisy collapsed, you ended up at the Marigold room instead. You liked the Lackadaisy more of course, however you wanted to drink illiced beverages which didn’t taste like mud… And the company wasn’t bad either, which is why you found yourself in the Marigold room tonight as well.

And after your drink had arrived, your name was called out from behind you by a familiar voice. 

You turned around to see Serafine Walking up towards you. Flashing a toothy grin while taking a seat beside you. 

“You seem in good spirits today, a job well done?” You asked, taking a sip from your beverage.

“Cher, you should've been dere!” She exclaimed, ordering her drink afterwards. “We got peekon to fall for de hatchet joke!”

You raised an eyebrow, sending quiet prayers to the poor soul who was at their mercy… But who even would fall for that?

“The poor guy… Did… Did he arrange the pieces in alphabetical order?”

“Oui!” She replied, boasting another laugh. At which you slightly chuckled, even if that was incredibly grim. 

You sloshed your drink before taking another big gulp, letting it burn down your throat. While Serafine went quiet before she spoke again. “Say cher, tink you can beat me in drinking?” she asked, which was a rather odd question.

“I’m not sure… maybe?” You replied. “Where did that question come from?” 

“Do you wan to find out?”

You halted for a moment. “I… Don’t know, sera. I didn’t plan on spending too much…”

“C’mon mon Cheri~” she purred, leaning slightly more towards you. Which flustered you more than you liked too.

“I-I-I don’t know, work has been tough lately. I don-” 

“It's on me. It will be fun, no?” She interrupted, with a toothy grin.

“I�� alright. If you get me someone to get me home, or a comfortable place to sleep.” You offered, taking another slight sip.

“C’est bon!, you can sleep up in de apartment of ours.” She replied, making you stop dead at the implication. 

Serafine noticed. “What? Getting red, Bébé?” 

“N-no. Why would I?” your defended, trying to act nonchalantly.

“Bartender!” she yelled, making him slightly jump. “We need drinks here!”

He immediately got it, pouring you drink after drink.

And as your mind began to become more and more hazy and serafine laughed wholeheartedly as she recounted the grim events of the day, you realized something.

Her true laugh was beautiful.