steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve

[steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve]

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Steeb

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Summary: Working in a coffee shop, you have heard and seen all manner of names and spellings thereof, and you’re only human– mistakes happen.

So why’s this guy gotta be such a dick about it?

Quick facts: Friendship – Steve & Reader – Nondescript Reader

MCU Timeline: Set some nebulous time after CA:TWS

Words: 4218

A/N: Back on my coffee shop bullshit because the idea made me laugh :)

~

You don’t mean to do it.

It’s been a long day, you’re overworked, and so when you hear ‘Steeb,’ (you’re certain you heard it exactly like that), you write it down to the best of your ability and go on with making the drink. You’ve heard plenty of unique names during your tenure working behind the counter of a coffee shop, and been subjected to every possible way to spell even the most common ones, so you don’t even bat an eye. You simply finish making the drink, call out the name as you set it on the counter, and immediately turn to the next to keep the line moving.

After a few minutes the rush has died and the cup is still there, and a tall blond man hovers around, staring at it uncertainly. Starting to fill with dread, you go repeat the drink order in the hopes that he’ll recognize it.

“Oh, yes; that is me…” He frowns at the cup, holds it up, and squints at it some more. He looks as tired as you feel, but instead of replenishing his energy with some sugar and caffeine, he frowns at you and says, in a terse, clipped tone, “‘Steeb?’ Really?”

It has been a long fucking day and you feel a rush of anger blow through you before you tamp it down, put on the smile that you hope doesn’t look as lined with knives as it feels, and say, “I am very, very sorry sir; I must have misheard your name. Please enjoy your drink.”

He waits, opens his mouth like he wants to say something else, but thankfully he just takes his drink and goes.

Good riddance.

~

A few days later you’re wiping down behind the counter after a long rush when he comes in again. He sees you, hesitates, and therefore so do you– but he approaches with a forced smile and you try to relax. He’s not anywhere near the top ten worst customers you’ve ever had to deal with; so what if he got a little snippy when you fucked up his name. Maybe he was having a bad day too. You decide to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Oh, and it’s ‘Steeeeeeve.’ ‘Steeeeeeeeeeevvve.’”

Nope. Still an asshole. The way he says it is so much like explaining his name to a small child with next to no verbal skills that you nearly grip the cup in your hand to destruction while he watches you. Through great restraint, (and the truly unfortunate need to keep paying for groceries and shelter), you plaster on a smile. “Of course,” you say placidly. His brow furrows in…concern? You wait until you turn away to roll your eyes. You’re not going to mess with food; what kind of monster does he think you are? You prepare him his drinks– but before that you write down his name. Exactly as he said it.

‘Steeeeeeeeeeevvve’ wraps at least halfway around the cup and given that he’s the only one waiting you call his name out likewise. It’s petty, and it’s definitely petty the way you take enjoyment in his annoyance as he picks up the cup and follows all the letters.

“Did I do something?” he asks.

Aside from treat me like a fucking toddler? But you can’t say that. Stupid food. Stupid rent. “Of course not sir,” you say flatly. Sometimes you can skate by pissing people off if you seem unaffected enough– some people really do believe you’re that stupid. “I’m just trying to get your name right. Exactly as you say it.”

It doesn’t seem to work on him. However, the way it doesn’t work on him means he…snorts, the corners of his lips turn briefly up, and he walks away with his drinks without lodging a complaint.

…Maybe he’s not a total asshole after all.

~

The next time he shows up, after ordering, he stares at you for a moment and then brings out his debit card and shows you the name printed on it.

At this point you do know his name (it’s not like ‘Steve’ is actually the hardest name to remember for someone who left such a negative impression on you, even if that impression was a bit of a knee-jerk) but he looks a little amused and wary, like he’s not sure how you’re going to mangle it this time.

You’re not really sure what his deal is, but you know a challenge when you see it. Still, fucking up his name on purpose feels like it violates the spirit of…whatever this thing is. However…

It’s a little slow, so you take a moment to write on the cup, trying to perfectly mimic the print of his name on the card. When his drinks are done you call out the order instead of his name, though you face the writing on the cup towards him. He walks up, his eyes zero in, and he…cracks a smile. A real smile, if a bit wobbly.

He shakes his head as you restock some cups, nods his thanks, and leaves.

You’re probably done now, but that’s a good note to leave it on, you think.

~

He comes in another time with two people– a reserved woman and a man with a bright smile. They’re both friendly and the new guy is so personable he makes you smile even after a long night of little sleep. Steve seems happy enough today and doesn’t make a fuss about his name, although the both of them watch you for a reaction as though he’s told them. They seem amused, but they all shuffle off after they pay.

Well. You would hate to disappoint.

Natasha and Sam get nice cursive. ‘Sam and Natasha’s Friend’ gets flat print.

Steve sighs heavily, Sam laughs, and Natasha grins wickedly. More customers come in and you forget about them except as a nice note on an otherwise unremarkable day.

~

You are more than willing to admit Steve is not as much a jerk as he first seemed to be. He must have been having a few bad days himself, to be so snippy, and hey, maybe names were a sore subject with him as they could be with so many others. Trying your best doesn’t mean you’re exempt from being accidentally hurtful. Being as short on patience as you were, (unfortunately, often are these days), you didn’t exactly act as well as maybe you should have either.

So when he comes in and looks a little down, you treat him with a bit more care. He orders something warm and, in your opinion, comforting. When you ask him if he wants whipped cream he shrugs, and before you can say anything else, he says his name in a very quiet voice.

When he walks away you switch out the cup for another size up, break out a special pen, write his name carefully, and go about making the best damn drink you can. The whipped cream towers on the top, you dig out some of the colorful sprinkles left over from a recent seasonal promotion, and you barely put the drink down in the pick-up window before he’s there. He smiles slightly when he sees it (that whipped cream tower is a work of art if you do say so yourself) and he carefully turns the cup around, looking for his name. When he goes a full circle he squints and looks at you.

“Keep looking,” you say and go back to the register.

He stays in the shop to drink it and tries to find his name for a bit before he gives up and gets through the whipped cream and a good portion of the drink before he’s able to hold it up and try again. He glances back at you a few times, as if to ask if you really wrote it. You nod, and he gets back to hunting. When the drink is nearly done he finally finds it– a tiny, careful scrawl just outside the edge of the artwork near the bottom of the cup. When he grins at you, you nod in approval, and he leaves in a better mood than he came in.

That’s the best outcome you can ask for, really.

~

He comes in at least once a week, most of the time, and you try to do little variations on each visit. The rainbow one with your new huge multi-colored pen goes over well. The attempt at calligraphy makes him smile. Once when you’re really rushed you scratch it out like a simple metal band logo. That gets a little laugh.

One day you’re out of ideas, and out of patience. Every customer is grating, and then there’s…

“How hard is it to remember Bill?” the man snaps.

“I’m sorry sir,” you say and try not to show how tired you are. You’re actually not responsible for this one, but you’re not going to throw your co-worker under the bus. Also, she wrote down ‘Will,’ and you’re having a hard time getting worked up over one letter that’s…basically the same name. But names are sensitive, and you’re really actually not trying to be an asshole. You wish other people knew that. “We’ll do better next time.”

He scoffs and opens his mouth, but there’s someone looming behind him that makes him turn. In a good flash of irony, Steve is the one staring down at him. Not threatening though– his face is more of a ‘I’m so disappointed in you’ frown and it is frighteningly effective. You haven’t even done anything wrong and suddenly you’re questioning your life choices.

Bill takes his coffee and leaves. Steve looks at you and asks, “Was I that bad?”

You shake your head. “I think we were both having a bad day,” you say and start wiping down the counter. Slowly, so you can take a moment for yourself. You don’t get many of those. “Thanks.”

“I’ve been told my ‘disappointed’ face can make almost anyone rethink what they’re doing,” he says.

You smile. “I started rethinking my life, and I wasn’t even the target,” you say and his smile is like a reward. “I’ll…try and find your drink,” you say and go to get to work. But there is no drink waiting and with some dread you come back to ask him what he ordered, because he is a good guy and damn it you’re going to fix this.

But he’s gone, and there’s a folded piece of paper on the counter that you grab and open.

“No coffee today,” reads the note that is signed “Steeb” and you roll your eyes, but it makes you smile.

“PS: Check the back”

You do, and find a little drawing of a coffee cup with your name scrawled in as part of the design. Spelled right of course. You’re not sure if that’s a passive aggressive dig, but honestly, you’ve had way worse.

You fold up the paper and put it away.

~

The next time Steve comes in it’s at a quiet part of the day, and he hands you a paper and presses a finger to his lips. You stare a bit too long at that but unfold the paper. Your name is decorated with cute cartoon flowers, and what follows is his order.

You roll your eyes but ring him up, and get to work.

The cup gets decorated with a quick hangman’s game, with some of the letters missing from his name and nearly a complete stick figure with several wrong letters to accompany the cartoon execution. (Naturally, ‘b’ is one of them.)

When Steve sees it…well, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile like that. “I’m going to feel bad throwing this one away,” he says, admiring it.

“Take a picture. Doesn’t leak as much,” you say, but his eyes light up and he actually does. “I was joking,” you say, a hand on your face.

“It was a good idea.” His grin is devious. “And embarrassed is a good look on you.”

“Uh huh,” you say and put your hand down. “Didn’t get enough of it your first time around?”

“This one’s better,” he says, taking your comment with the humor you intended.

“Right. Sure.” You start wiping up an invisible spot behind the counter. “Enjoy your coffee.”

“I always do,” he says and takes a long drink before he leaves.

It’s almost embarrassing, how much you smile the rest of your shift.

~

By now you’re well aware that ‘Steeb’ is Steve, is Steve Rogers, is Captain America, is…yeah. That guy. And you’re actually pretty relieved that it took you a while to figure it out. If you’d known from the start, your initial judgement probably would have been even harsher, and now you know he’s definitely not an ass.

This other guy though…

He looks (and acts) like a Jersey frat boy graduated to a tech bro and he’s been verbally harassing Steve for several minutes now, emboldened by his pack of cronies and the fact that Steve is just stoically taking it. Even the handful of people watching the proceedings are frowning or otherwise giving the douchebag dirty looks, but they seem to be following Steve’s lead and leaving well enough alone. Steve is sitting with his friends Sam (Falcon, he winked at you once holy shit) and Natasha (freaking Black Widow) and while Sam has attempted to diffuse the situation, Natasha has been quietly watching with light but focused interest that, if the guy was smart, should have made him crawl away with a thousand apologies by now.

Alas, he is a moron, and continues mouthing off.

Your manager finishes his phone call and turns the rest of his divided attention to focus on the…Situation. He’s frowning deep, but he just sighs. “He’s not doing anything I can kick him out for,” he grumbles.

“Hmm.” You look at the drink in your hand, and do a little double-take at the name before you realize you just misread it. However, that gives you an idea. “Hey. Your shift is almost through and you haven't taken a break yet.”

He looks at you suspiciously. Then he just looks tired as he takes off his apron. “Please, please don’t let them make me fire you.”

You flit one hand at him while you go to work with the other. “Written up maybe, but who gives a shit. Now go away; plausible deniability won’t manufacture itself.”

He rolls his eyes but he goes. You whip up the obnoxious group’s drinks, paying special attention to Guido Musk’s and making it as…pretty as possible.

When you’re done you put the drinks up, clear your throat, and in your best service-with-a-smile voice, call out, “Grunt!”

The talking stills, and you go on to rattle off his drink specifications, topping it all off with, “…and extra whip, for Grunt!”

He stalks over, scowling, and you brace yourself behind a docile smile as he hisses, “It’s Grant!”

You’d bet the nickel he tossed in the tip jar that that’s not actually his name, but you play along. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” you say and snatch the drink to give his name an exaggerated read-over. Your manager has just messy enough writing that the ‘a’ doesn’t quite close, so your alibi is solid. “Oh, I see, you’re completely right! I’m sorry, I misread it; that’s my bad,” you say and hand it over to him.

He's still glaring. “Who the hell gets called ‘Grunt?’”

“Sir, I’ve written cups for ‘Batman’ and ‘Spock.’” You shrug. “I don’t judge; however someone knows their order is fine.” You smile brightly at him. “Please enjoy your drink!” You then call out the rest of his friends’ orders, and go to the register to help a serendipitously-timed new customer. He pouts and hovers a little longer, but Steve is visibly more relaxed, smirking into his cup as his friends smile and stand down, and even the people who had been watching are now looking at Grant and whispering or laughing with their tablemates. So when one friend claps his shoulder and they all start to leave, he follows.

“Bye Grunt!” Sam calls out cheerfully as he passes through the door, and you duck your head behind the espresso machine as half the store laughs out loud. That is definitely going to get you a complaint, but it’s hard to be too mad about it. Once you’re composed enough not to crack you lift your head, but thankfully Grant is gone. You resolve to do everything in your power to avoid answering the phone today. …Even more than usual.

Later, it’s near close and Steve and his friends are among some of the last to leave. But he stops by the counter. “Thanks,” he says.

“For what?” you say with as much innocence as you can muster. Sam snorts and Natasha rolls her eyes, but Steve smiles. You drop the act and shrug your shoulder. “For the record,” you say, “–there is a difference between an accident, and being petty.”

Steve’s smile shifts more to one side. “Oh, I think I get it by now.” He then grins and says, “I guess it’s a good thing I never tried to use my middle name.”

You snort and shake your head. Natasha tilts hers. “Are you going to get in trouble for that?” she asks casually.

The mood drops a little. Sure, you won’t lose your job, but getting called in front of the manager –even the nice one– sucks. You shrug again, trying to keep it relaxed. “He left too fast to complain, but he might call tomorrow. We’ll see.” Steve and Sam frown deeply, like they hadn’t thought of that, and despite everything it makes you smile a little. “Relax; we’re perpetually understaffed. I’ll just get written up. It’s no big deal.”

“Still,” Steve says and looks at you with a very earnest expression that almost brings you up short. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No,” you say, and wince at the thought of him going up the chain and making more of a mess. You shake your head definitively. “Trust me, it’s fine. I misread a name. Happens all the time.” You give Steve a look with raised eyebrows. “Happens almost as much as mishearing a customer’s name.”

He blushes. Blushes. But before he can say anything else, Natasha hooks her arm in his, says, “Have a good night,” and leaves with him in hand and Sam following bemusedly behind.

You look around the dirty shop and sigh. Back to work.

~

After a week Grant-Grunt hasn’t come back, hasn’t called, and you’re just starting to relax when you see him walking past the window just outside. He lifts his head, you freeze, braced for the confrontation, but his eyes widen and he…bolts. Literally, actually, runs.

You blink, and suddenly jolt when one of the customers taking an easy morning is suddenly right at the counter. “Sorry; I didn’t see y–”

It’s Natasha. Smiling patiently as she holds her nearly-empty cup up for a refill. Your mouth works ineffectively to ask her how and when, but reflexively you take the cup, and then immediately check it. That’s her name, in your handwriting. You take a moment to reboot. “How do you do that?”

“Trade secret,” she replies with mild amusement. “Has he made a complaint?”

You shake your head. “Haven't heard a word.”

“Good.” Her smile grows. It’s sort of terrifying. And really hot. “The dark roast is very good today. May I have a refill?”

“Yes ma’am,” you say and immediately go to give her a whole new cup. You resolve to give her anything she asks for. And spell her name right. Every time.

~

You’re waiting for a sandwich you ordered in a busy shop when someone big bumps into you. As you’re starting to turn it is a familiar voice that starts apologizing profusely with, “I am so, so sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

Steve stops when you face him. He actually even squints a little, which makes you laugh. “Am I really that strange looking without an apron?”

He smiles. “I’ve never seen you outside of work.”

“Town is smaller than I thought,” you say and both of you just…stand there for a few seconds.

Then your number is called, and you go to get your sandwich. You come back to where Steve is, just because…well, you don’t know why. He was just surprised to see you outside of work. There’s no reason he would still want to see you. But here you are.

“Apparently I’m not that far behind you,” he says and glances around. “Are you…staying to eat?”

You bob your head, for lack of anything else to do. “I was planning on it.”

“Do you want to share a table?” he says. “It’s pretty busy in here.”

Something in you flips. “That’d be great.”

He smiles. “Yeah?” He then looks around, and points out a table in the corner. “How about there?”

“I’ll be waiting,” you say and go to claim the space. He comes over maybe just a minute later, and as you’re unwrapping your food, you admit, “I sort of wish we could get away with assigning numbers.”

“I don’t know. I’m really partial to the names,” Steve says and gives you a devious little smile over his sandwich.

“Yeah, now you are,” you say, maybe overly teasing just to make sure he gets it. Now’s a good time for a sincere apology, and though part of you rails against it for an honest mistake, you manage to quash it down and say, “I don’t know if I’ve said it yet, but just to put it out there– I am sorry for screwing up your name that first time. The shop gets loud and I have seen a lot of names, and even the ‘usual’ ones sometimes get spelled differently. I wasn’t trying to be an asshole.”

He ducks his head and quickly finishes the bite he’s just taken. “I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed malice; I just…” He looks away. You want to tell him he doesn’t have to explain, but…maybe he wants to. He looks at you again. “People get weird, sometimes, when they see me,” he says with a slight flush of embarrassment. “And it’s all ‘Cap’ this and ‘Cap’ that, so I…I just like hearing my name, you know?”

You nod. “Names are important,” you say and take a bite. He smiles slightly at your easy acceptance, and you both settle in for a nice lunch, and some good company.

~

It has been a good week, relatively, and the next time he shows up at the shop you're all set, writing ‘Steeb’ with some stars and quickly poorly drawn flags around it, but your new co-worker appears suddenly and swoops in just as you finish with the pen, spiriting the cup away and giving Steve a brilliant smile as she starts making his drink. Steve blinks, and since she can’t see your face from this angle, you give him a look begging him to put you out of your misery.

He smiles sympathetically, dumps a bigger tip in the jar, and moves away. You go pick up the forgotten pastry your co-worker had been getting for another customer, slip it in the wrapper, hand it over, and go to await your reaction just as she finishes cleaning the cup. She instinctively looks at the name as she starts to make the call, then stops suddenly and stares at you like you’re crazy. You gesture at the cup. “He’ll understand. Trust me.”

She shakes her head, then smiles brightly at Steve and chirps, “Your drink’s ready, Cap!”

You roll your eyes as Steve comes to the pick-up with a polite smile that’s definitely tinged with disappointment. But then he turns the cup to see his name, smiles a little more for real, and, despite the expression not budging an inch, tries to scowl at you. “A repeat already?” he asks with a likewise lame attempt at chiding.

“A callback,” you correct. “It’s sweet.”

“If you say so,” he says and picks up his drink. “I hope for a little more creativity next time.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” you say. You’ve been saving the katakana for a special occasion, but if he insists. Then again maybe the ‘b’ sound would be too repetitive so soon? Perhaps it’s time to practice the comic sans idea. You’ll think more about it, later. “Have a nice day, Steve.”

His real smile is so nice. “You too,” he says, with a gentle addition of your name, merely tilts his head respectfully at your co-worker, and leaves.

Said co-worker gapes. You reach around her for a rag and go to clean up some of the milk she spilled since you already know she won’t do it herself. “You have an in-joke with Captain America?” she asks, following along.

“No,” you say. “I have an in-joke with Steve.”

She blinks. “What’s the difference?” She then gets called over by the manager, huffs a put-upon sigh, and toddles off. You shrug. She probably wouldn’t get it anyway. But that’s okay. Steve does, and that’s all that matters.

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Pairing: Motocross!Steve Rogers x Motocross!Female Reader Summary: You have a crush on Steve Rogers, but you don't think you're his type. Word Count: Over 1k Warnings: Crush, longing, slight insecurities, swearing, nicknames, Curtis is a good friend, Motocross!Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Finally an intro for Champ and Daisy in our Dialed In AU! Took me how long, @yenzys-lucky-charm ? Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated! ❤️

A 450 rider like Bucky with a lot of wins under his belt, Natasha was serious when she said Steve was one of the best riders in his class.

It was one of the reasons people called him “Champ”, a nickname he wasn’t overly fond of since some of the guys liked to tease him after races where he didn’t place first. It also gave him flashbacks of when he was younger and smaller, virtually ignored or told he wouldn’t excel in anything physically.

With a lot of heart and a late growth spurt, he proved them wrong.

Bucky said once that his nickname should be “Adonis” because of his now statuesque looks and the pit lizards fawning over him or “Golden Boy” because of his success and admiration.

Steve never let any of that get to his head and refused to let the pit lizards distract him. He worked hard to get where he was and continued to give it his all on and off the track every single time.

His determination was one of the many reasons you found yourself drawn to him. He was the kind of rider and person many aspired to be.

Your crush only grew the day you two actually met.

A rider yourself, you earned the nickname “Daisy” thanks to the flowers on your helmet and general sweet demeanor.

The helmet was the very thing Steve complimented you on when he walked by you at your first pro race.

You hadn’t meant to stare when he walked by, but his reputation preceeds him. Clad in red, white, and blue like a patriotic God, his blonde hair sparkled in the sunlight and his eyes looked like the sky on a cloudless day.

The sheer size of him almost made you whimper when he got closer. How a man was able to walk with such confidence and dominance yet still had an air about that said he was humble was a gift.

He even stopped to speak to a few kids who were eager to meet him and you couldn’t stop smiling when one little boy wrapped his arms around his legs in a tight hug.

Who wouldn’t fall for him?

You were certain you still had a dopey smile on your face when he looked your way.

“Beautiful.” The deep timbre of his voice sent a shiver down your spine when you realized he was speaking to you, which you tried to blame on pre-race jitters. “Your helmet. It’s beautiful,” he said when you didn’t reply.

You deflated slightly because of course he didn’t think you were beautiful. You were just a rider and not like the girls who flocked to him.

“Oh, thanks,” you croaked, clearing your throat immediately to try and save face. “I like daisies,” you added, mentally kicking yourself for stating the obvious. Why else would they be on your helmet?

The lopsided grin he gave you brought your smile back to your face. “You’re Daisy. Heard good things about you.”

Biting your lip and glancing away briefly, you didn’t catch his gaze following the movement. “You have?” You asked, slightly surprised that your name made the rounds.

“Yeah.” He nodded toward the track. “And I’m eager to see what you do out there.”

Your stomach did a somersault, but you held your head high. “I’ll try not to disappoint.”

“I doubt you could disappoint anyone,” he quietly spoke, looking over his shoulder when Bucky called out to him. “Gotta go. Good luck out there, Daisy.”

“Thanks, Champ,” you said, shifting back and forth on your feet when he stood up straight and flexed his gloved fingers. Maybe you shouldn’t have used his nickname. “I mean, Steve.”

You couldn’t read his expression, but you felt better when he gave you one more lopsided smile. “Champ sounds nice coming from you,” he said before he walked away.

You tried not to swoon or check out his ass when he went on his way, but Curtis clocked you immediately.

“You might wanna wipe that drool off your chin before your race,” he said, nudging you with his shoulder when you glanced at the ground. “Nervous? Don't be. You’re gonna kick ass out there.”

“Not nervous,” you said, biting your lip again. “He said he heard about me.”

“Yeah. Riders talk, you know that. And the guys saw you practice, so they know you have skills,” he said, sighing when you lifted your head and longingly stared after Steve. “Look, don’t let him distract you.”

“I’m not letting him distract me,” you argued, moving your helmet between your hands. “It’s just nice to get a compliment from such a skilled rider,” you said, especially since a lot of guys had a tendency to ignore you once they knew you loved to race.

Curtis narrowed his eyes. “I’m a skilled rider and I compliment you. I don’t see you walking around with hearts in your eyes and having a little crush on me.”

Your cheeks flamed before you hit his arm. “More like you bust my nonexistent balls. That’s not the same thing,” you said.

He didn’t move an inch when you hit him, the wall of muscle that he was. “Perk of being my friend,” he deadpanned, looking in the direction that Steve went, too. “I’m not one for gossip, but Champ is single.”

You put your helmet on so your friend couldn’t see your face. “Good to know, but I doubt I’m his type,” you said.

Because why would he like you?

“Rogers is a fucking idiot if he doesn’t want a girl like you,” he said sincerely before he hit your helmet with the palm of his hand, the familiar grumpy stare back on his face. “But enough of that shit. Get out there and win your fucking race.”

Which you did.

Steve's heart skipped a beat when you removed your helmet and smiled.

Because the truth was, you were exactly his type.

And he’d sweep you off your feet if you let him.

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ever since i met you

pairing: best friend!steve rogers x female reader

summary: your best friend takes you out for a valentine's day friend date that ends with the two of you cuddling in a hotel room—and discovering you've both been hiding feelings since the day you met.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut with lots of fluff, dry humping, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (sunshine, baby), valentine's day smut/fluff, friends to lovers, love confessions

word count: 5k

a/n: here's my entry for Suz's Blind Date Writing Challenge hosted by @targaryenvampireslayer!! my trope was only one bed and my prompt was “I’m going to fucking ruin you.” i struggled a bit to keep it under the word count max 😅 but i'm really happy with what i ended up with!! i hope y'all enjoy some lovey dovey fluffy dirty filthy valentine's day smut!! ♡♡♡

A boisterous laugh bubbled up your throat and spilled from your lips as you tipped your head back, letting the joyous sound fill the small elevator that carried you and your best friend, Steve Rogers, up to the eleventh floor of the hotel. It was Valentine’s Day and, for the first time you could ever remember being on the holiday, you were happy. 

Steve’s thick bicep wrapped around the back of your neck and he tugged you into his taller form until you were tumbling against him. Your hand came up to press against his abs so you didn’t faceplant into the broad expanse of his chiseled chest, still laughing.

You could hear his own laughter joining yours to fill the otherwise empty elevator, and felt it reverberating through the thin cotton of his nice dress shirt as his chest shook with humor. His stomach muscles contracted a little, and he let out the barest hint of a wheeze when you pressed more firmly against his stomach, reveling at the realization he was reacting to your touch.

Your laughter died out sooner than your best friend’s, and you were left pressed against his chest, his arm hooked around the back of your neck, your face tilted up to look at him.

As you stared up at Steve, you were struck all over again by just how handsome he was. Silently, you thanked all the stars for aligning and bringing him into your life. Or maybe you should’ve been thanking Natasha Romanoff, who’d taken you under her wing in your first week working at Stark Industries. She’d been the one to introduce you to Steve, along with Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson, all of whom had become your friends.

But while you liked Nat, Bucky and Sam, you’d been drawn to Steve, the two of you hitting it off right away; it wasn’t long before he’d become your best friend in New York City. Steve was the one you called when you accidentally locked yourself out of your apartment, or when you needed someone to go to the movies with you. He was always there for you, making you laugh and making your life better. 

At some point, whether on the day you met or since then, you’d fallen in love with your best friend, but you didn’t know how to tell him. You didn’t want to lose him, so most of the time, you ignored your feelings for Steve. After all, he never seemed like he wanted to be more than friends. It hurt, but you knew you’d be more unhappy without him in your life at all.

No matter who was responsible for bringing Steve into your life��whether it was Nat or the stars—you were just thankful to have a friend like him. 

“C’mon, sunshine,” Steve said when the elevator dinged and the doors began to open. His arm slid down your back, taking your hand in his and towing you into the hallway. “Our room’s just up here,” he said, glancing down at you and giving you a warm smile. “You’re gonna love the view.” 

It was that smile that had been your undoing. If you really thought about it, you knew you’d fallen in love with Steve the first time you saw him smile at you. It was that warm and perfect, making your heart melt.

His smile was also the reason you’d agreed to the Valentine’s Day friend date Steve had suggested. When he’d learned you’d never had anyone to celebrate the holiday with, since you’d either been single or long-distance around February 14th, he’d been devastated on your behalf. It hadn’t taken much more than Steve’s smile and some puppy dog eyes to get you to agree to the friend date. 

As you followed Steve down the hallway to the room he’d booked, you thought back on the night. He’d showed up at your apartment with a heart-shaped box of chocolate and a bouquet of pink roses, looking so handsome it had taken your breath away. 

His blond hair had been swept away from his face, and he wore a nice, sky blue button-down shirt that brought out the ocean color of his eyes. He was also wearing a black peacoat, slacks and nice shoes, and you couldn’t help yourself from thinking he looked as handsome as a movie star. 

Once you’d put the roses in water, Steve had whisked you away into the brisk February night, taking you to dinner in a romantic restaurant where he made sure the champagne kept flowing throughout the meal. All through dinner, he’d kept you laughing, feeding you bites of his food when you looked on jealously at what he’d ordered. At one point, he’d even laced your fingers together on the table, holding your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

It had been a deliriously romantic night, with Steve taking you to get ice cream for dessert, wiping some from your lower lip with his thumb while his darkened blue eyes stared deeply into yours. The moment made your heart thump when it happened, and all over again when you remembered it. 

But the moment had ended before anything more-than-friendly could happen, and Steve had taken you to your final destination of the night: the hotel. Steve had said he wanted to cuddle and watch movies together before falling asleep in the luxuriousness of a hotel room.

You’d assumed that Steve meant you’d each be falling asleep in your own separate hotel beds, but when he opened the door and ushered you into the room, you sucked in a surprised gasp. 

There was only one bed.

To your even greater surprise, Steve didn’t seem shocked or outraged that the hotel must’ve messed up his reservation. He just moved around the king-sized bed to the window, throwing back the curtains and revealing the view of the East River and the southern tip of Manhattan. 

“Now that’s a view, isn’t it, sunshine?” he asked, turning to you with an easy, expectant expression. He must’ve splurged on the Downtown Brooklyn hotel room, because the view was gorgeous. 

You followed him automatically to the window, your mind still racing over the fact that there was only one bed in the hotel room, but you were thankfully distracted by the sight before you. The city was all shadows and glittering lights, and you couldn’t help but smile as you looked out the window. 

“It really is beautiful,” you admitted. 

Steve slid in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he fit himself perfectly against your back. You felt yourself relax, soothed by his strength and his closeness. For a long moment, the two of you looked out over the city you both called home, enjoying the quiet of the hotel room together.

“Are you having a good Valentine’s Day?” Steve asked in a soft tone, his breath brushing past your cheek. 

“Yeah,” you said on an exhale, your voice dreamy. But then you remembered the bed situation and you must’ve tensed a little, because Steve hummed in encouragement for you to go on. “Steve,” you said, hesitantly, not knowing how to voice your question. Eventually, you decided to just blurt it out. “There’s only one bed—are we both sleeping here?” 

Steve was quiet for a moment before he chuckled quietly, his chest rumbling against your shoulder blades. “Of course, we’re both sleeping here, sunshine,” he murmured, ducking down to brush a kiss to your cheek. His lips were warm against your skin and something bloomed low in your belly. “We’re gonna cuddle and fall asleep watching movies—we don’t need two beds for that, do we?”

Your best friend’s voice was low and husky and you had to stop yourself from shivering. Suddenly, the idea of sleeping in the same bed as Steve was exceptionally appealing. “I guess not,” you whispered, your uncertainly slipping away entirely when he squeezed you in his arms. 

“I have another gift for you, sunshine,” Steve said, spinning you in his arms so you were staring up into his handsome face once again. He had a sly smirk on his lips that made you throb between your thighs, but you ignored your body’s reaction. “It’s hanging up in the bathroom.” 

With one last squeeze, Steve set you free and pushed you gently in the direction of the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, there was a babydoll night dress hanging up, a pair of matching panties in a small bag on the counter—all in exactly your size. The fabric of the dress was so soft and comfy, covered in little pink hearts, making you realize it must’ve been part of some Valentine’s Day collection. Your heart thumped at the thought of Steve buying you pajamas to sleep in, and picking out something you loved so much. 

The counter of the bathroom was also filled with all the products you’d need to go through your nighttime routine, and a smile curled the corners of your mouth. As quick as you could, you stripped out of your dress, changed into the pajamas and washed your face. You sped through your skincare routine, eager to get back to Steve. 

Before you exited the bathroom, you took a moment to admire yourself in the mirror. The babydoll dress hugged your curves in all the right places, cupping your breasts as generously as a lover’s hands, the soft fabric clinging to your hips and barely covering your ass. 

You looked so sexy in the night dress, you almost couldn’t believe your best friend had been the one to buy it. But you couldn’t wait to show it off for him, so you skipped eagerly out of the bathroom, stopping short when you found Steve laying on the bed. 

It seemed Steve had taken the time you’d been in the bathroom to get comfortable himself. He lay in only some navy blue boxer briefs and a threadbare white t-shirt, highlighting the firm mucles of his thighs and biceps. You let your eyes roam shamelessly over his form, drinking in the sight of your golden god of a best friend sprawled on the massive bed in all his glory. 

When your eyes finally made it back to Steve’s face, your gaze clashed with his. Heat flared in your body as you watched his blue eyes rake down over your chest and hips and legs. His gaze darkened as he looked at you, something like hunger twisting in his expression. 

“Look at you,” he murmured on an exhale, almost sounding awed. It took a moment for Steve to gather himself, his throat working and his jaw grinding as his eyes savored all your bare skin and curves. Finally, his gaze returned to yours and his mouth spread in a warm smile. “Knew you’d look gorgeous, sunshine,” he said, holding out a hand for you to join him on the bed.

You climbed onto the fluffy down comforter, holding back a smug smirk when Steve’s eyes dropped to your tits before he forced himself to look back at the TV. You settled onto some pillows at Steve’s side, far enough away that you weren’t touching him. You didn’t know what he meant by cuddling, and you figured you’d leave it to him to decide how close he wanted you to be.

“How’m I supposed to cuddle you when you’re all the way over there?” Steve asked on a frustrated huff. Not even waiting for your answer, he scooped you up and deposited you sprawled half on top of his body. Your head and torso lay across Steve’s firm chest, your leg hooked over his thigh. 

Before you could even try to pull away or adjust yourself to be more comfortable, Steve trapped your bare leg between his thick thighs. His arm banded around your lower back, holding you pinned on top of him. 

“That’s better,” he rumbled, grinning down at you while his blue eyes sparkled in the dim light of the hotel room.

Suddenly, you were excruciatingly aware of every inch of your body that was pressed against his. He was so…hard. Everywhere. So strong and firm, compared to your smaller, softer body. And he was so warm, so overwhelming, and you felt so aware of him. You could even feel the hair on his legs tickling your skin. Warmth was curling through your body, and a delicious ache throbbing to life between your thighs. 

Raising your head to meet Steve’s gaze, you were momentarily distracted by the smug smirk curving his mouth. His lips looked so soft, so inviting…

Realizing you were staring at your best friend’s mouth, you stiffened, flicking your gaze to his eyes, which were glimmering with new humor. 

“Are you sure about this, Steve?” you asked in a shaky voice. 

A slow smile spread across your best friend’s face and you could feel something low in your core twisting in response, a restlessness thrumming beneath your skin. 

“What, sunshine?” he teased, his voice dropping low and his tone turning suggestive. “You worried you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?” He waggled his eyebrows at you.

But instead of laughing at his silly teasing, you felt yourself frown. You were very much worried that something was changing between you and Steve, that you were creeping closer and closer to the line between friendship and something more and you weren’t sure if he was taking it seriously or if it was just a game to him. 

At your unhappy expression, Steve sobered quickly, his face going serious. He slid a finger beneath your chin, holding your gaze steady on his while he stared deep into your eyes.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asked, his gaze roaming over your face like he was trying to read your thoughts in the lines of your expression. “Ya gotta tell me, sunshine.” His voice was low and pleading and it cracked your heart wide open.

Were you uncomfortable? You felt like you couldn’t pull in a proper breath of air, your head filling with more bubbles than the champagne you’d shared with Steve at dinner. Your body was so hot, despite how little clothing you wore, and it felt unbearably good for so much of your soft, plush body to be pressed against Steve’s firm, muscled one. No, you weren’t uncomfortable—at least, not in the way Steve meant.

“No,” you whispered, your answer barely more than an exhale. “Steve, I…” You tried to put your thoughts into words, but it was like trying to catch a bubble in your hand, every time you thought you knew what to say, it burst and you were left speechless.

It only got worse when Steve began stroking your cheek with his thumb, his palm cupping your face so gently it made your heart stutter in your chest. Following your instincts, you nuzzled into your best friend’s hand. You were pressed so close together, you felt as much as heard his sharp intake of breath, even over the quiet chatter of the TV.

“Sunshine, sunshine, my sweet sunshine girl,” Steve crooned. He tilted your face and dragged you closer so he could press a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose.

Your eyelashes fluttered closed briefly, opening when he pulled away, and you stared deep into his beautiful blue eyes. Something told you that both you and Steve had skipped over the line, abandoning your friendship and running straight into the realm of something more. 

But you knew, from the way he looked at you with his eyes softened and sparkling, and his mouth curved in a small smile, that he was with you. He was holding your hand as you raced far away from friendship. 

Holding his gaze, you turned your head enough to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. Then you faced him again, staring at Steve and willing him to take the next step with you.

“You keep looking at me like that, baby, and I’m gonna be the one who won’t be able to keep my hands to myself,” Steve warned, his voice low and gruff. 

Your eyes went heavy-lidded at the implication of his words, the corners of your mouth flickering in a smile. As you stared at him, your tongue darted out, wetting your suddenly dry lip. Steve’s eyes closed and he groaned softly. 

When his eyes opened again, his gaze was hungry, ravenous, and the muscle in his jaw twitched as he gritted his teeth through barely leashed desire. “I didn’t bring you here for this, sunshine,” he bit out, almost sounding angry, which only made you smirk and his eyes to flash at your reaction. “If you want me to stop at any time, you just tell me, okay?”

“Uh huh,” you muttered, your nose bumping against Steve’s as he towed you up his chest until your lips were close enough your breaths mingled together. When you wet your lip again, it brushed between the seam of his mouth. He tasted like chocolate ice cream and champagne. “I don’t want you to stop, Steve,” you whispered against his lips.

A feral sound tore from Steve’s mouth as he flipped you onto your back, his hips settling heavily between your thighs, something hard pressing just right against your aching core, making you gasp. 

“Christ, baby,” Steve growled, his nose sliding against yours and his lips ghosting over your mouth like he was barely holding himself back from devouring you. “D’you know how long I’ve waited to have you exactly like this—to take you out and treat you like you deserve to be treated and then get you underneath me.” His arms dug between your body and the bed, holding you crushed to his chest, while you lay beneath him, holding your breath. “I’ve been half in love with you since the day we met, sunshine.”

Your mind spiralled at Steve’s confession, your breaths coming in fast, gasping pants. Flicking your eyes between his, you were shocked to find he was serious. It was the most serious you’d ever seen your best friend, his expression hardened with resolve, an edge of hunger in his gaze as he stared down at you. When you didn’t respond, he went on.

“If you want to stay just friends, you gotta tell me now, sunshine,” Steve gritted out, pushing up to hover a little bit further above you so he could see your face properly. “Because if you let me kiss you—if you let me fuck you—I won’t be able to go back to being just friends.” His eyes were shining with emotion, and there was a thread of desperation in his tone as he spoke. “I’ve waited too long for this, I want you too much, please tell me you want this too, baby.”

“Steve.” 

It was all you could manage for a long moment, the two of you staring at one another. You knew you were on the precipice of getting everything you’d always wanted and though it scared you a little, the idea of lying to Steve scared you more. So you opened your mouth and told him the truth.

“I want this,” you whispered, reaching for him. Steve’s eyes fluttered closed when your hands dove into his soft blond hair and he groaned when your legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs, pulling his bulge against your core more firmly. “I’ve wanted you since that first day, too, Steve,” you confessed, towing him back down until his mouth brushed against yours. It was then that you whispered your deepest, darkest secret, the one you’d never told anyone else. 

“I think I’ve loved you ever since I met you.” 

Steve’s sharp curse was silenced as his lips sealed over yours. Your best friend kissed you like he was dying and the only cure was on your lips, in your mouth. His tongue licked between your lips, delving inside your mouth to tangle with yours, exploring you thoroughly, plundering your body as he rocked his hips into your throbbing center. 

Steve kissed you until your lungs were burning and when he finally pulled away, it was only to trail even more kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Your hands roamed down his back, diving beneath the hem of his t-shirt so you could feel his smooth, burning skin beneath your fingertips.

“Fucking hell, sunshine,” Steve growled into your neck, sucking on a spot at the base of your throat that drove you wild. “I’m going to worship you the way you were meant to be worshipped,” he rumbled, rolling his hips to grind his hard length between your thighs, wringing desperate cries from your lips. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.” Then his lips found yours again.

It was softer than you expected after his half-feral words, his lips pressing to yours like you were something meant to be cherished. His mouth moved against yours with wordless devotion, his tongue slipping into your mouth to slide against yours decadently, making your body thrum with pleasure. It was the sweetest torment, your entire being needing more. 

When he broke away, Steve let his forehead rest against yours, his blue eyes staring deeply into yours while he rutted into your body. Your legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs helped you meet him thrust for thrust, the two of you writhing together with your clothes still on. You were so wet for him, you could feel yourself leaving a wet spot on his boxer briefs, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Steve,” you cried on a gasp, your fingertips digging into his spine beneath his shirt, trying to pull him closer, trying to bury yourself inside his rib cage alongside his heart. “Steve, please!” you begged, not even knowing what exactly you were asking for, only knowing he was the only one who could give it to you.

Groaning, Steve’s eyes fell closed, his hands beneath your body holding you just as tightly, like he never wanted to let you go. “Fuck, baby, keep moaning my name,” he rasped, his tone thready and desperate. “You’re making me so fucking hard.” 

Even though you could feel the evidence of his hardness between your thighs, pushing between your sopping folds with every roll of his hips, hearing him say it made your desire ratchet higher. Sliding your hands down Steve’s back, you started pushing his boxer briefs off him, pausing a moment to cop a feel of his perfectly firm ass, pulling a low moan from him.

“Need you,” you huffed, trying to push his briefs down further but you couldn’t reach, and he wasn’t stopping the intoxicating rocking of his hips to help you. “Steve, please—please, I need you inside me.” 

The whining whimper of your voice must’ve pierced through the haze of Steve’s arousal because he stilled, capturing your lips in a searing kiss with his hot, hard length pressed into your soft pussy. When he pulled away, his hands seemed to be everywhere, ripping his shirt over his head then pulling your panties down and your babydoll night dress off. 

Steve’s eyes went pitch black when he saw you fully bare for the first time, his heated gaze raking down your body like a caress. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sunshine,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. 

The warmth of delight at his compliment flooded through your chest, making your heart thump, but then the incessant ache between your thighs reminded you of what you needed. Carding your fingers through Steve’s hair, you grabbed him and pulled him up until he covered your body with his own. 

When he finally pushed his briefs down his thighs and off, settling between your legs, you let out a contented sigh that devolved into a moan. You could feel the velvet-wrapped steel of his cock against your most sensitive place and you wrapped your legs around him, grinding yourself against your best friend while he hovered above you, watching where your bodies were pressed together.

“Christ, sunshine, ya feel so fucking good,” he muttered, his eyes closing and his jaw muscle twitching as he ground his teeth together. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was fierce and hungry. “Need to be inside you but I gotta ask first—you want me to use a condom?” 

“Nuh uh,” you said, holding his gaze as you shook your head slowly. “Want you inside me bare, Steve.” You knew you were being a little reckless, but you were on birth control, you’d been tested and you trusted him, which you told him. 

“You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?” he rumbled, ducking down and kissing you before you could answer. As his lips slid against yours, one of his hands reached between your bodies and he fisted his cock, pressing the tip against your entrance. 

When Steve started pushing inside you, you broke away from his mouth on a gasp. “Steve!” you cried, clinging to his shoulders. It was all you could do to lay beneath him, your thighs trembling as his stiff cock stretched out your tight hole and made room inside your body for your best friend. 

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your neck as he slid inside you, burying himself so slowly you could feel every inch of him. “Taking my dick so well, sunshine—being such a good girl, so good for me,” he mumbled, kissing down past your collarbone to take your nipple in his mouth and lave the sensitive bud into a tight peak. “Christ, ya feel like heaven.”

With a final thrust forward, Steve buried himself inside you entirely and you were connected—as close as two people could be. A sob tore free from your throat, getting Steve’s attention immediately.

He pushed up, his face turning slightly panicked when he saw tears rolling down your cheeks. “What is it, baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, desperation thick in his voice. “Did I hurt you?”

“I’m so happy,” you blubbered, turning your face to hide in your shoulder. But Steve wasn’t having any of that. He gripped your chin firmly and gently turned you back to look at him. You had to blink a few times for his expression to come into focus. 

“I love you, sunshine,” he said, his voice as serious as the expression on his face. “You’re my best friend and the love of my life, and I hope you know you’ve made me the happiest man alive tonight.”

“Steve,” you sobbed, grabbing his face you pulled him down to kiss you. It was a messy kiss—the salt of your tears stinging your bee-stung lips, and your teeth knocking against Steve’s—but it was perfect. When he pulled away, you murmured against his lips, “I love you, too.”

“Thank fuck,” he huffed on a relieved exhale, making you giggle. A grin spread slowly across his face and he rolled his hips, turning your giggle into a filthy moan with just that one movement. “God, I could listen to the sounds you make all fucking night, sunshine,” he growled as he set a slow pace with his hips, fucking you in long, deep thrusts that had you seeing stars. 

“Yes, Steve, please,” you babbled, responding more to the way he was fucking you than to his words. He shifted, bringing his knees up and planting them into the bed for more leverage. In the new position, he could drive his cock deep into your cunt, hitting a spot inside you that made you scream. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Steve chuckled against your lips. “Don’t worry, sunshine,” he rumbled, his tone warm and teasing and just a little strained with his own arousal. “I told you I was gonna fucking ruin ya, and I always keep my word.”

He slipped his hand between your bodies, fighting for space when you were pressed so tightly together, and his thumb rubbed your clit in tight circles. You were so worked up, it was all you needed to send you over the edge of your release, and you came with a shout. Your arms clung to Steve’s shoulders, hands digging into his thoroughly mussed hair and holding on as you succumbed to the pleasure. 

Steve rutted into you for a few more thrusts before the rhythmic clasping of your body tipped him over the edge, too. He grunted loudly into your neck, his hips twitching and his cock throbbing deep within your body as he spilled inside you. 

You and your best friend sagged into the soft down comforter together, not a single inch of your bodies not touching as you lay entwined on the only bed in the hotel room. You laughed a little to yourself remembering how unsure you’d been when you’d walked through the door—and how much had changed since Steve had picked you up that evening. 

Before Steve could crush you with his heavy weight, he rolled to the side, taking you with him and keeping your bodies locked together. Steve dug the remote out of the tangle of the blankets and pillows on the bed, and you settled in to watch a movie together, snacking on some Valentine’s Day candy Steve had stashed in the room. 

You and Steve couldn’t get enough of each other that night, celebrating Valentine’s Day by finally letting your love free and basking in it—over and over and over again. By the time you fell asleep, fully sated and exhausted, in Steve’s arms, you realized he’d been right. He did ruin you. In the best possible way.

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I love your writing so much and your depiction of Ransom is just so soft, smart and beautiful

Another Chamber

Pairing: Soft!Ransom Drysdale x reader Summary: It's the hard days that show him just how much he loves you. Word Count: 830 Notes: Hurt/Comfort adjacent. New relationship. Fluff. Angsty undertones. Some strong language. This story loosely follows Stay but can be read as a standalone.

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Ransom senses your presence behind the couch before you say a word. 

"I'm sorry." You sound exhausted and defeated. 

He turns to find you leaning against the doorway with your arms folded across your middle. You look exhausted and defeated. The long shower hadn't done much to wash away your mood. An uncomfortable pit forms in Ransom's stomach when he notices your swollen eyelids. 

Shit. 

"I-I shouldn't 've snapped at you," you say softly. "You didn't  deserve any of it." Your eyes remain downcast while you fidget with your hands. Ransom's never seen you this sad before. "You were just trying to do something nice and I took my shitty day out on you."

On a scale of one to Thrombey, your tantrum barely rose to a three. But he'd been taken off guard at how upset you'd gotten at his suggestion of going out to dinner. He genuinely thought you'd be ecstatic about dressing up for dinner at one of Boston's finest restaurants. A reward for you surviving a grueling week. Instead, you had stopped short of calling him selfish. Sure, he'd shrugged off being called far worse by former lovers and family, but your frustrated reaction had cut deep.

You stand outside the library waiting for him to respond. His attention drifts back to his laptop and he closes the lid.

"Can you forgive me?" He doesn't notice you've moved until you're standing near the coffee table.

He's got the upper hand here, can turn your guilt into an advantage and exploit it for an extended amount of time if he plays this just right. 

This is who he is. 

This is what he knows. 

This is what he's good at.

But…

The old psychological wins don't feel like wins. Not with you. 

He nods and softens his posture despite the ribbons of anger and indignation wrapped tight around him. It's second nature to hide any sign of being hurt. You don't survive growing up in a family like his advertising your weaknesses.  

"I-I didn't mean the things I said."

You remain tentative at your post, watching and waiting like you're expecting punishment but being brave about it. Like you see right through him. 

This newfound awareness  reminds Ransom you've got your own murky history, that you haven't always been treated with care. Maybe there's a part of you that expects him to turn on you and disappoint you.

Tough shit.

It's not gonna happen.

He doesn't know how, but you're never going to feel that way with him ever.

When Ransom stands in front of you, he actually feels your disappointment that you hurt him. Emotion swells inside his chest like a rogue wave.   

Has anyone cared enough to truly want his forgiveness? When has he mattered this much...to someone like you no less. 

Damn, he's so out of his depth here. Usually he's the one who fucks up and deals with it one of two ways: whip out his credit cards or slink off... to another woman, another party, another vacation. 

He tries to find some part of himself that isn't tainted by old patterns. But he has no blueprint for this sort of thing. He looks for the parts of you that have become part of him. What would you do in his place? What would you say? 

"What do you need from me?" he finally asks as his hand hovers awkwardly above your arm.

After a weary sigh, you barrel into his chest. "You," you tell him, arms hugging his waist for emphasis. With one word you burrow into another chamber of Ransom's heart. "I just need you," you mumble against his neck. 

"You've got me." Easily so, and he's trying not to freak out about it. And to think he was actually trying to get the upper hand here.

You rub his back, lifting the tension away with your care. Each sweep of your hand says I'm sorry. You're important to me. 

Without saying a word you make Ransom believe he has something worthwhile to offer beyond his money and connections. He mimics your touch, feeling you relax when his fingers knead the remnants of a demanding workweek from your shoulders.

The once stifling silence gradually morphs into an easy peace. You're soft and warm against him. Clean, airy notes of your body wash waft under his nose. 

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah." There's life and warmth in your voice again and relief in your puffy, red eyes when you look at him. "Do you mind if we order take-out and just stay in tonight? After dealing with people all week, I just want a quiet night with you."

Because he's enough for you. He'll spend the rest of the night marveling at that.

Ransom kisses your forehead. "We can do that."

"Thank you." You lay your head on his heart. 

"Sweetheart?"

"Hmm?"

"Next time, try apologizing without clothes on. It's so much more effective."

You shake with laughter and smile for the first time since you got home. 

"Who says I'm done apologizing?"

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Oh this is so cute, funny, sexy and sweet!

CHAPTER FOUR

Pairing: Personal Trainer!Colin Shea x Female Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: fluff, kissing, smut (dry humping), swearing.

MINORS DNI - DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT +18. I DON’T ALLOW MY STORIES TO BE COPIED OR REPOSTED ON OTHER WEBSITES.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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“Whipped cream? For what?” You frowned at the last item Colin put in your cart.

The two of you were at the supermarket buying groceries, as you already did many times in the past, today though, Colin kept teasing you.

He’s always been a flirt but since the two of you kissed the other night and decided to get started with your agreement, it got so much worse.

He was having too much fun teasing you and watching you squirming.

“Colin?” You insisted, when he smirked at you.

“For…fun?” He replied.

“You said that about the ice cream, strawberries and that thing…” you gestured at the small coloured tube that was sitting near your groceries.

“It’s lube.” Colin cleared out.

“Put that back where you take it.” You ordered him.

“Why?!”

“I’m not buying that, people know me here!” You tried to keep your voice down.

“It’s fruit flavoured, it’s basically a dessert.” The little shit just shrugged, a faint smile on his lips.

He was having way too much fun with this.

“Colin, I swear…” you were interrupted by your phone beeping.

You smiled while reading another message from Jasper, he was texting you more and more often since he left and you couldn’t help getting tingles every time you saw his name on your phone screen.

“Sexy? What were you about to say?” Colin asked you, while he tried to hide his frown.

That dude you work with kept texting you and interrupting your time together and Colin didn’t like it.

Not that he was jealous or anything, it was just annoying.

“Nothing, it’s fine.” You replied without sparing a glance at him, your eyes fixed on your phone while you typed your reply to what Jasper sent you.

“It’s fine…” Colin mimicked your words while he put the lube back on the shelf.

He didn’t have any intention to buy it, he just liked to see you riled up. It was cute.

You know what wasn’t cute?

You ignoring him every time you hit a text from that jock.

But Colin wasn’t going to tell you that.

One of your requests about your agreement was that you and Colin wouldn’t have planned anything, you needed everything to happen naturally in order to tame your anxiety.

Colin immediately agreed, especially because, although this was an agreement between friends and no feelings were involved, he didn’t want to make it look as if it was a chore.

That’s why, that night, Colin didn’t plan to pay you a visit but, when he walked out of his door ready to explore the city nightlife and heard the terrible singing coming from your apartment, he couldn’t help himself.

The knock on your door startled you and you rushed to lower the music volume before checking who it was.

“Hi? I thought you were going out tonight.” You asked Colin.

“‘Mmmh not feeling like it, also I heard some noise as if you were in agony so I had to check.”

“Hey! Rude! I was singing!” You slapped Colin’s arm, while he laughed.

“Oh? That was singing?” He kept laughing while you moved from the door, letting him in.

“Whatever…”

“Where did you get these?” Colin pointed at the LEGOs box on your table and the pieces scattered all around.

“Earlier.”

“Mmmhh.”

“What? Don’t you dare make fun of LEGOs now.” You pointed menacingly at him.

“I would never! I’m just hurt you didn’t invite me to your LEGO party.” Colin pouted, pretending to be hurt.

“Wanna join it now?”

“Hell yeah!”

Colin smiled at your concentrated face while the two of you tried to build a small replica of The Beatles’ Yellow Submarine.

“I think you’re looking for this one.” He said while handling you a small brick.

“Yes! Thank you.”

“So, you want me to give you an orgasm tonight?” Colin asked as if it was nothing, taking you by surprise and making you drop the piece of the construction you were assembling, making it break into pieces again.

“What?” You asked him, shocked.

“Just asking, since we’re here.” Colin shrugged.

“I - I…I’m sorry.” You just managed to mumble.

“Hey don’t apologise, it’s ok to be nervous.” Colin reached and squeezed your hand.

“I’m not nervous.” You lied.

“Right, as if you didn’t keep moving your seat far away from me.” Colin pointed out.

“Is that obvious?” You sighed.

“I just know you well. Listen, we don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t feel like it. The decision it’s yours and only yours.” Colin reassured you.

“I’m aware of it and I trust you so… I don’t know why I’m nervous.”

“Because it’s uncharted territory for you and you think you have to prove something. Truth is: you don’t. Not to me or to any other men you’ll meet. Women are perfect creatures, it’s us men who have to work to make sure we're worth being in your presence.” Colin's serious tone surprised you.

“Wow. Didn’t expect this kind of pep talk from you. But you know how insecure I am.”

“And I still can’t figure out why since you’re amazing. You’re smart, kind, beautiful…”

“I’m pretty average…” you interrupted him.

“You’re way more than average. Stop degrading yourself.” Colin insisted.

“Ok dad…or you prefer daddy?” You winked.

“Now we’re getting in the mood.” Colin exclaimed and high fived you, making you laugh.

With a swift movement he grabbed your hand and drew you and the seat you were on closer, until your shoulders and legs were touching.

“What the…”

Colin’s mouth was on yours before you could finish talking. He kissed you slowly, easily making you melt in his arms.

You were so drunk on his kisses that you barely registered what happened next.

“Hold on tight little monkey.” Colin whispered and with a swift movement he got up, grabbed the back of your tights and with a show of strength easily lifted you.

“Did you just quote twilight?” You giggled while he walked to the couch with you in his arms.

He sat on it, making sure you were comfortably straddling him.

“Unfortunately, yes.” He replied and delicately grabbed the back of your neck, making your lips smash on his again.

You and Colin started engaging in a heavy make out session, it was not what you expected tonight but you were not complaining, the guy knew how to kiss.

“You like kissing uh?” You asked him.

“I like kissing you.” Colin replied and you chuckled, not wanting to read too much in what he said.

You sighed with delight when his mouth moved to your neck and he started kissing you on your most sensitive spot.

Too caught up with the feeling you didn’t notice you started grinding on him.

When you realised what you were doing you stopped abruptly, hoping he didn’t notice.

“Don’t stop on my account, sweetheart.” Colin whispered in your ear and grabbed your hips making you resume your movements.

I’m addiction to that, he opened his legs even more and positioned you right on his length and you gasped and how hard he already was.

It felt so good, his hard member was hitting your sensitive nub perfectly and you found yourself grinding on him even more.

“God…” you moaned in Colin’s mouth when he hit the right spot and a spark of pleasure ran through your spine.

“Feels good?” He asked you.

“Yeah…”

“Very well, you want me to make you come like this sweetheart? I can make you feel good if you let me.” Colin whispered in your ear.

You stopped for a second, feeling a surge of embarrassment coming at you.

You tried to fight it, telling yourself that you had nothing to be scared of, but it was tough.

“Sexy?” He asked you, taking you out of your daze.

“Sorry…I…”

“Hey, it’s ok, there’s no rush. We can stop now if you want.” Colin reassured you.

You felt relieved and disappointed at the same time, because truth was, you were scared and embarrassed but, at the same time, you really wanted this.

Colin was so warm and smelled so good, in his arms you felt relaxed as you’ve ever felt and, also, in all honesty, he made you horny as hell.

You didn’t want to stop, not at all. And it was time for you to stop being afraid and voice your needs.

“I don’t want to stop.”

“You sure?” He asked you again.

“Yes, please Colin.”

“I promise I got you. Don’t worry about anything, you’re safe with me.” Colin caressed your cheek and you felt your heart flying at the sincerity you saw on his face.

“I know.”

“Good. Relax now Sexy and keep rubbing yourself on me, you’re gonna feel so good in a bit.” Colin kept whispering words of encouragement in your ear and you couldn’t control yourself anymore, you just needed to reach the relief you desired.

You resumed your movements from before, rubbing yourself on his impossible hard cock, feeling so close to the bliss you were craving.

“Colin, I think I’m…I’m gonna.” You moaned in his ear, while he grabbed your hips even tighter, helping your movements.

“I know, keep going, let go sweetheart. You’re so pretty like this. Look at you, you’re doing so good.”

Colin’s praise made you snap and you finally surrendered yourself.

You smashed your lips on his again and moaned while your orgasm hit you.

Colin grabbed you and held you close to him while he reciprocated the kiss.

You didn’t stop your movements, needing desperately to prolong the feeling, not realising how Colin’s cock twitched in his pants.

You gasped when you felt him stir and get rigid for one second before he let out the sexiest moan you’ve ever heard in your life and let himself fall on the backrest, taking you with him.

You hid your face in his neck while you came out of your high, Colin’s hands caressing your back.

Your breathing was the only sound in the room for a bit before you moved and looked back at his dazed face.

“What just happened?” You asked Colin, making him chuckle.

“Well, you just had a nice orgasm while dry humping me and I came in my pants like a fucking teenager.” He laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Did you? On my couch? Oh nooo ewwww!!! Go get cleaned now!!!” You quickly jumped off the couch, your legs almost abandoning you while you pulled a laughing Colin into your bathroom.

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Second Shot:

How Andy met Jo…

This part could be very triggering for some -proceed with caution- it is not needed to follow the plot of the story. It just gives a background of Andy’s childhood.

Warnings: 18+ - growing up in an abusive home- abusive parents- physically, mentally and emotionally, neglectful parents, alcohol abuse and alcoholism, failure to thrive, death of a parent mentioned- cancer, physical abuse of a child implied but no description, verbal abuse from a parent, Child Protection removing Andy from his home.

Word Count: 1.1K

Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

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"What 're ya doing in here, boy?" the man snarled, the disdain thick in his tone.

The little boy, not more than 5, hid behind the old reclining chair, clutching an old stuffed rabbit to his chest.

"She's gone... you little shit..." the man slurred, swiping at a beer can left on the coffee table. He threw it to the floor when he realized it was empty. Tossing a few others too before sweeping the entire collection of cans to the floor.

Andy's little eyes grew wide, watching the few cans that weren't empty spill into the filthy carpet. Andy watched mesmerized as the stain grew.

"What are you? Fucking stupid? Ya hear me, you little shit?" the man barked, but Andy didn't even notice until a can was launched in his direction. It missed the little boy by a mile- they always did when his dad was that drunk.

"She's gone... dead... and she ain't never coming back... don't bother crying neither... she didn't even care for you, boy" Andy's dad spat, stomping back into the kitchen and throwing open the fridge- probably looking for another beer seeing as that fridge hadn't held a scrap of food in weeks.

The sickness took her quick. Andy's mom hadn't been a great mom by any means -not much of a maternal instinct- struggling with her own severe depression most days- but somehow she managed to keep the boy alive.

Andy had realized in his adulthood that it was most likely cancer that took her so quickly. And she probably considered herself lucky. Andy's dad was an angry drunk- beating on her for as long as Andy could remember.

The house wasn't a home- never had been- before or after his mom. The home was a garbage house- molding food hardened to dirty dishes that piled up in the sink, it feel into an utter state of disrepair with her gone.

Andy hadn't experienced much love in his life, he could vaguely remember a Grandma -he thought she called herself Grammy - but she stopped coming around the year before his mom died.

Andy thought she must have been his mom's mom as he watched his mom cry for a week after Grammy stopped coming around.

Grammy was kind, bringing Andy little trinkets and treats- always hard candies. The fruit flavored hard candies were his favorite. He liked the fruit ones better than the peppermint flavor she also carried in her purse.

Grammy was a large, soft woman- Andy remembered this because she would pull him in for hugs every time she visited. It was Andy's only recollection of being hugged as a child.

She'd ruffle his sandy blonde hair -hair that has since darkened with age-kiss the top of his head and tell him she wished she could take him with her.

Andy remembered wanting that very much, but it never happened.

Andy hadn't notice his dad return to the living room until the man was collapsing in the old dusty recliner, making it kick back into Andy- his head hitting the wall as his dad took a swig from his beer. If his dad had realized he had just rocked his only child's head into the wall- he didn't seem to give a shit.

Andy hugged his rabbit tighter, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried not to cry. His head hurt- there would be a goose egg- no doubt. But he knew better then to cry in front of his old man.

"Cut that sissy shit out, boy" his dad would bark, "you're a Barber."

Like that meant anything to a scared little boy.

Even when Andy fell and gashed his head open when he was playing by himself in the driveway last summer- blood gushing everywhere- his dad had slapped him up the backside of his head for crying. His mom put a dirty dishrag to his little forehead- holding it there until the bleeding stopped.

Andy still had a nasty scar if he pulled back his hair on that side.

"She ain't coming back you little shit... an' I ain't convinced you didn't have something to do with it..." Andy's dad sneered, meanly. He crunched the can in his fist, tossing it to the floor as he cracked open another one.

Andy didn't bother coming out from behind the recliner until his dad had passed out a couple hours later. A child trained to not be seen or heard.

Andy tiptoed into the kitchen, dragging a chair over to the sink as quietly as he could before scrambling up- he threw the faucet on and cupped his hands under the cool water. Somehow the city hadn't turned off the tap even though it had been months since the bill was paid. His head was throbbing but he was more focused on wetting his parched throat when the doorbell rang.

Little Andy froze where he stood on the wobbly kitchen chair at the sink- holding his breath and praying the commotion would cease before it woke his old man.

But then knocking sounded- and only got louder- when it made his old man stir where he slept, Andy scrambled off the chair and crawled under the kitchen table- his hands leaving tiny handprints on the dusty kitchen floor.

When the door was kicked in, Andy wet himself. Clinging to the leg of the table and trembling as he heard the sound of rushed footsteps entering his home.

Andy held his breath as he clung to the kitchen table, snarling like a feral animal when he felt a set of hands on him, trying to lift him up.

"Found him..." a gruff voice called out, "he's filthy... ugh, and he's pissed himself..." the voice sounded angry- like his dad's. Andy went ridged, bracing himself for a blow.

But it didn't come. Instead he heard a soft voice calling his name and then a pleasant smell invaded his senses - looking back on this memory, he's embarrassed to admit that pleasant scent was soap- a young women, no more then mid 20's smiled down at him.

"Andy, my name is Jo... and I'm here to help you..." the woman said, holding out a hand to the little boy. She waited patiently, knowing it would take him time to trust after all he'd been through in his young life.

To her surprise, Andy scrambled up into her outstretched hand, falling into her lap before she hugged his trembling emaciated frame in her arms.

"It's going to be OK, Andy... I promise..." she whispered, petting her hand over his matted dirty hair as he began to sob- held steadfast in her safe embrace.

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All Eyes On Him | Prologue

Summary: Red Sea University is a different type of college fills with mythical creatures and regular humans. You being back in college was kind of all so new to you and you getting back into how it feels to be somewhere so different. When you meet Ari Levinson that's when everything change

Pairing: vampire college student! Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Warnings: slow burn, cursed words

Author note: The series is finally here! This is something I thought of back in October after Halloween. I hope you guys like it and enjoy reading!

Prologue

The Golden boy everyone calls him that

You have never been a baseball fan, ever since you started attending Red Sea University. You couldn't picture yourself going to some of the baseball games, despite your friends Taylor and Zoe's attempts to convince you to go.

You made the decision to spend this evening alone. You had absolutely no desire to see anyone. You pick up the Starbucks coffee you ordered and head out the door. You believed you heard something, so you kept walking towards your apartment complex.

Even though no one was there, you paused for a while and turned to see if anyone was following you. You were just aware of the wind and the chilly breeze this evening. You also observed that there was a full moon tonight.

Ari is standing right in front of you, frightening you a little as you take a sip of your drink and nearly start walking again. “What the fuck Ari?”

“My bad sweetheart.” He said.

There goes that nickname again

He loves calling you that other than your name. You sighed sipping your drink while walking. “How did you–What do you want Ari?”

His hands went inside his denim jacket and walked beside you. “I miss you. You don’t ever come to my games and I never get a chance to talk to you anymore.”

For the last couple of weeks you've gotten used to Ari being around you. He was sometimes annoying but his presence barely bother you.

“We are just acquaintances who are in the same class.” You respond quietly while enjoying the remainder of your Starbucks coffee.

Ari scoffs and rolls his eyes. “You know that is not true.”

You headed toward your apartment after tossing your empty cup in the garbage can. “It is true to me.” Using your key, you opened the door and unlocked it.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Y/N.” Ari was still at the door, staring at you, as you turned around as soon as you entered your apartment. “We both know why you are avoiding me.”

You sighed. “Goodnight Ari. I’ll see you in class.” Even though you attempted to shut the door, he used his hand to block it. “Sweetheart, don’t tell me you didn’t feel anything that night.”

He was still there when you carefully opened the door, even though he was not allowed inside without your permission. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like the way my hands and mouth made you feel.” Ari's red eyes were fixed on you.

“I am not Victoria, Ari. That’s the person you should always have feelings for.” You felt like crying, but refused. Even though you know it's wrong to compare yourself to Victoria, it seems like you realized how much different you were from her.

He chuckles a bit. “Feelings change sweetheart. I never ask you to be her for me.” Before you could stop yourself, you avoided his gaze and blurted out. “Come in.”

As he enters your apartment, you step backward. “I always told you that you should always be yourself. Nobody else.” You were unaware of how near he was to you, putting no space between the two of you.

Ari took your wrist and softly brought it to his lips. “I like the way you make me feel. Not her.” He began to kiss your wrist. “And the way you taste.” You gasped loudly, familiar pain stinging as his fangs brushed against your soft skin.

His gaze was fixed on you as he licked the wound to hasten its healing and took a small sip of your blood. As you came down from the sensation of being on cloud nine, you experienced a small amount of pleasure. Your eyes opened, and you noticed that your heart was beating more slowly and that you felt slightly less dizzy.

“Ari.” You glanced up at him. The way you taste he thinks about it all the time and the way you smell. Your heart began to race fast again knowingly he could hear it.

Your heart is beating even faster now as he glanced down at you. “Sweetheart.” A part of you might not regret it this time around but this time it felt right to you.

“Stay.” You mumbles.

His face started to change making his eyes more red than before. You shut the front door as he leaned toward you, his lips against yours.

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Oh I love this so much. And I want it to work out for them 🥰

If you’re feeling it: share the first soft!Ransom hoe thought that pops into your mind 😍❤️

Thank you for blessing me with this! I give you soft, sweater Daddy.

Here goes...

Stay

Pairing: soft!Ransom Drysdale x female Reader Summary: You're on the rebound after a breakup and have casual situationship with Ransom. It's the perfect arrangement for both of you because neither of you are looking for something serious. Or so you both think. Word Count: 698 Warning: Adult themes and language. Friends with benefits. NSFW. Angst. Fluff. Stop reading if you're under 18. Not beta read.

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Ransom’s waiting at a traffic light, on the way to your place one summer night, when he realizes he loves you. There’s no fanfare to mark the moment, just a sense of acceptance that it's true…and inconvenient. A car horn honks behind him and he turns onto your street. 

He fucks you within an inch of your life–rough and fast, then slow and adoring. 

He longs to spend the night.

He’s gone before sunrise. 

His simple summer fling has become complicated.

Shit.

–

You show up at his doorstep on a blustery November night. This time it’s different. Your eyes are tired. Your voice is flat. 

“It’s been a shitty, shitty week at work,” you tell him when he asks what’s new with you. 

It's not the whole truth but Ransom doesn’t push it. Your so-called "good-guy" ex must’ve messed with your head again. He hugs you close, hands pressing into the tense knot below your shoulders. When are you going to wake up and cut that loser out of your life for good?

You catch his gaze and offer him a half smile that feels forced. He'd do anything to see you really smile again.  “But I’m really glad I’m here,” you say earnestly. 

Ransom swallows, once…twice. He wants your words to mean more. And when you say things like that, it makes him believe everything his heart wants is within reach. 

Ransom tilts your chin upwards. You're trying so hard to hide a heartache he’s just beginning to understand. "Fuck work." Fuck your ex. 

He gives you what you came for. 

It starts with a kiss and ends with Ransom negotiating for more of what he wants. 

“You wanna come again, don't ya?” He licks the sweat at the base of your neck and nips at  your ear. His hands trap yours beside your head.

“Yes,” you sob as your hips chase his. “Please…please…don’t stop.”

“I won't…if you stay with me tonight.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” Ransom whispers against your lips. He's deep inside you and completely still. You feel so damn good. It's the best fucking torture. 

"You can't be serious right now!" 

Ransom smirks as you try to squirm beneath him, desperate for more friction. But your efforts are futile. He's got you pinned to the mattress.

“Say yes or I’ll pull out right now.”

“Yes,” you pout. 

“I didn’t hear you.”

“I said, 'yes'. I’ll stay.” You swat his ass the instant he releases your wrists. "Now move, please."

“Someone’s got a kinky side,” Ransom laughs, loving your  show of fire. “I love that for me.”

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You fall asleep beside him in bed before the final credits roll on  Pride and Prejudice. It’s one of your mood-boosting favorites and Ransom spent the better part of two hours gauging your reactions, trying to figure out if the period film offered a secret pathway to your heart and happiness. 

He can't fault you for any of this, not when you both agreed to keep things casual–much to his delight. It serves him right for all the times he teased you about catching feelings. This is karma.  Punishment for all the times he's been careless with women–showing up whenever, more invested in the chase–and sabotaged relationships before they took off. 

He's been running his whole life.

But now you're here.

He trails his fingers along the curve of your cheek as he studies your face. There's no sense of time but there's always a shortage of it when you're together. The moment doesn't feel real yet it is. Or maybe it's the fireplace light flickering across your skin and Marianelli’s delicate piano soundtrack conspiring to create this dreamlike vacuum. 

You shift closer and your arm finds its way across his chest, legs entwined with his. Will you ever see him as more than a fun distraction? 

He won't run this time.

He pulls the blanket up over your shoulders when you shiver. A sigh of contentment escapes your lips as you nestle closer and Ransom feels…how can he describe it?

Incandescently happy.

He kisses the crown of your head and the tip of your nose, each one a silent I love you. 

One day he’ll tell you.

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I would LOVE to see more of this world!!!

Hey, I just finished your reckless series and I ✨love✨ it so much ❤️

I have a few questions if that's okay?

Does Bucky still love y/n romantically? Does he wish they would have worked out?

Does y/n mean more to Bucky than Kaya? Like if he had to choose one to stay in his life 👀

Did Steve love Peggy? Or in the back of his mind did he always want/love y/n?

thank you!!

1. they'll always have love for each other, but no, Bucky does not wish they worked out. he loves what he has with kaya, and now that he sees how good y/n and Steve are together, he can't believe he never saw it before. and he's genuinely happy for them!

2. ooooh, interesting question. but if it came down whose life to save, it's y/n hands down as she's literally the mother of his kids. but to keep in his life personally? I'm not sure. think he may impulsively pick kaya, then eventually regret it. but both of them mean the world to him.

3. he did love Peggy. while he was with her, though, he did find himself thinking about y/n and has always gravitated towards you but would never cheat. you were like the unobtainable girl he'd never get, so while he wanted you, he never thought it was possible, so it wasn't too difficult for him to stay loyal.

now i kinda wanna write some pre-bucky and kaya's wedding drabbles exploring Steve and y/ns friendship before the events of reckless. hmm....

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This is so well done 🥺, my heart goes out to sweetheart

Second Shot

Chapter 3

(Previous Chapter)

Pairings: college hockey coach Andy Barber x “the one that got away” female reader

Warnings: sloooooow burn, angsty, reader has a lot of insecurities, single parenting, self deprecating reader, mention of lower income/single parent struggles, the one that got away, Andy not knowing (at first) that he’s a dad, reader and Andy trying to navigate this new normal amicably - more specific warnings per chapter.

Word Count: ~4.7K

A/N: This started out as only a what if for Coach B but quickly spiraled into it’s own verse! I guess I only write hockey romances now 😏

I have so many to thank for pre reading and letting me screech at them about the Second Shot verse! Thank you in no particular order to @justalonelyslytherin @ysmmsy @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @sconnie-doesnt-know @holacia3 ❤️

And thank you to @stargazingfangirl18 for always encouraging me and talking me out of the spiral when the self doubt sets in. Hoemate, I’m so lucky to have met you on this crazy hellsite ❤️

Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

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The weeks that followed were awkward at best as you and Andy tried to navigate this new normal you found yourselves in- but it all felt worth it when you had never seen Lenny and Lottie  happier.

"Daddy... Daddy... will you come to my class?" Lottie asked one night as she scrambled up into Andy's lap.

"Mine too!" Lenny squealed, joining her sister and punching the air from Andy's lungs as her little knees crashed into his chest, "they let mommies and daddies come and be the secret readers... will you come, Daddy? Will you come?"

"Len-eee... it's not a secret if you know Daddy's coming..." Lottie reminded her sister.

"I know that, Lottie" Lenny grouched back at her twin, "I just want him to come..."

Andy surprised you with how much of a natural he was -right off the bat with the girls- honestly, you couldn't have asked for better. He had such a kind and calming presence.

And the girls? They were smitten after that first night- and you couldn't blame them. Even if you were being overly cautious with Andy back in your lives.

You were happy... so happy. You had wanted this for them for so long, but you were finding it a little hard not to swoon as you watched Andy, that night, chasing the girls around on the ice- so effortlessly falling into step with his daughters.

"I'd love to read in both your classrooms sometime, girlies" Andy smiled down at them as Lenny wrapped her little arms around his neck, trying to get closer to him then Lottie could.

"Come to mine first" Lottie insisted, attempting to wrap her arms around Andy's neck too- but Lenny pushed her away.

"Hey" Lottie chirped, "he's my daddy too..."

"Lenny... no pushing" Andy reminded her, gently as he wrapped his arms under both girls, pushing off the couch to stand- he made it look so easy as the girls squealed with delight.

Andy carried them over to where you were sitting at his dining room table.

This has become the new arrangement- the girls spent two nights a week at Andy's house for dinner. Your parents were kind enough to pick them up from school and drop them at Andy's place- since they lived closer to him. Andy had rearranged his schedule to accommodate for being able to spend the most time possible with Lenny and Lottie.

Then, when you got off work- you'd drive the 45 minutes to Andy's place to pick up the girls. You'd get them in pajamas and most of the time they'd fall asleep in the car on the drive home.

It was exhausting, really. But you were willing to do it for the girls. And for Andy. This co-parenting thing hadn't turned out to be the nightmare everyone always says it is- sure, there was still some tension between you and Andy at times- but you both trying to be amicable for the sake of your daughters.

"Special delivery" Andy announced, plopping the girls on the table in front of where you sat with your work papers.

"I don't wanna go home" Lenny whined.

"We wanna stay with Daddy..." Lottie echoed her sister's sentiment.

"I'm sorry girls" you sighed, looking up the laptop in your lap, "it's tubby night and you have school tomorrow..."

"I'll see you both real soon, girls" Andy promised, taking the pajamas from on top of your work bag and handing them to the girls, "now, pj's..."

"These are Lenny's" Lottie scrunched up her nose, causing Andy to laugh as he swapped the pajama and hurried the girls along telling them he'd time them.

The girls giggled, jumping from the table and running down the hall towards the bathroom.

You started shutting down your laptop and packing up your work things.

"Lottie looks just like you when she does that nose scrunch thing..." Andy observed, pulling out a chair and sitting across from you with a soft smile.

"She does?" you were still getting flutters in your belly whenever Andy directed that gorgeous smile your way.

"Yeah" Andy confirmed with a nod, turning back towards the hallway to listen for the girls' progress, "and Lenny looks exactly like you when she gets upset" his laugh was warm as he shook his head fondly.

"She's got her mother's temper" you felt your entire face flush as you rolled your eyes at your own expense.

"Her Mom's spirit" Andy corrected you with a another smile and you couldn't help returning his smile as your stomach did a somersault.

"Did you eat anything?" Andy asked, clearing his throat as he stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Yeah..." you lied.

"I don't think you did..." you could hear Andy shuffling around in the kitchen just as the girls ran back to the dining room, slapping the table in a photo finish.

"I win" Lottie shouted.

"No, I win" Lenny chirped.

"You both win" you blew out an exhale, slinging the heavy computer bag over your shoulder as you stood up.

Andy walked back into the room, placing a warm plate of food in front of you.

"Here's the deal, girls..." Andy spoke as you narrowed your eyes at him while he took the bag from your shoulder.

"Mommy needs to eat dinner still... so if you can be good listeners and brush your teeth... I'll put on a movie for a little bit before you go home..."

"Andy..." you hissed, but you relented- at least with the loss of your heavy bag.

"Y/N... you need to eat" his voice a murmur, "you look... rough."

jesus.

You felt that telltale prickle of tears as you sank back into your seat, blinking down at the food. Leftovers from Andy's dinner with the girls- it smelled amazing.

Lately, you had been surviving off of granola bars and scraps from the girls' meals. Not that you didn't have food- your parents always made sure you had enough to cover groceries- you just didn't have time. Burning the candle from both ends the last few months after not getting that promotion.

"I didn't bring their toothbrushes" you looked back up at him as he rounded the table to the girls.

"I got them some a couple weeks back" Andy smiled, ushering your daughters towards the stairs, "upstairs... in your bathroom... in the toothbrush drawer."

You watched, vision blurring as Andy followed after them while they happily scrambled up to their bathroom.

Toothbrushes? He had gotten them toothbrushes? In their bathroom?

You had always known it would eventually coming- you should have expected it. But it was still a firm punch to the gut.

Your girls would have two of everything. Two toothbrushes. Two homes. Two parents- living very separate lives.

It made your chest ache. You looked down at the food in front of you- appetite completely gone.

Blinking away the tears, you stood up- taking the plate to the kitchen and dumping it in the trash. Then you just stood there- thinking about all the things Andy would be able to provide for your girls. Their Home Sweet Home.

You heard the television turn on and a movie begin playing before Andy found you in the kitchen staring off into space.

"Finished already?" he asked with a frown.

"Yeah... thanks" you rinsed your plate quickly and placed it in the dishwasher. You still hadn't looked in Andy's direction as you dried your hands.

"Y/N..." Andy paused, "you OK?"

"Yeah... I'm fine" you lied again, forcing a smile as you glanced at him. Andy could see the red rim around your eyes and just how exhausted you've looked lately.

"I'll ... uh..." you looked around, so unsure of yourself, "give them about 15 more minutes and then I'll get 'em in the car..." Andy followed you back to the dining room where you picked up your work bag and keys.

"Are you leaving?" Andy looked confused.

"I'm gonna get out of your hair" you blew out an exhale, "I'll wait in the car and come back in to get them..."

"You don't have to do that" Andy frowned, worried he had upset you somehow- maybe over stepping when it was time to go home- but he was genuinely concerned about you. You looked so tired.

"Thanks for dinner, Andy" you forced another small smile as you side stepped him, making your way to the front door.

"I don't know how you do it" your friend, Kate sat across from you sipping her coffee. It was a rare Saturday morning when you didn't have the girls and didn't know what to do with yourself. Meeting Kate for brunch (her treat) helped you fill the void.

"I mean... I don't think I'm doing it well…” you sighed into your coffee mug. Nodding a thank you to the waitress that set a plate of food in front of you.

"You look great" Kate lied, and you frowned at her- seeing right through her bullshit.

"Well..." she cocked her head, really giving you a once over, "you look tired... and..."

"Rough?" you offered with a scoff, "Andy told me I looked rough” you scowled down at the fork you had been holding- even if you had no intention of touching your food.

"Well... that was just rude..." Kate huffed, "please tell me he's balding... or has a post hockey gut?"

"No" you shook your head with a smirk, "he's just as handsome as ever... maybe even more so..."

"Does he still have a gorgeous butt? You could bounce quarters off that thing..." Kate wagged her eyebrow suggestively and you snorted a laugh, trying not to think about Andy's perfectly firm ass.

"Ugh... I'm jealous" Kate whined dramatically.

"Why?" you laughed, "he's nothing to me... he's Lenny and Lottie's father... that's it... if anything it's just incredibly awkward..."

"But I bet he could be something to you" Kate smirked, "you two were all over each other in college... do you know if he's seeing anyone?"

"No clue" you shrugged, "he doesn't tell me that kinda stuff... we mostly talk about the girls..."

"When will you see him again?" Kate asked, a twinkle of mischief in her eye.

"Um..." you wracked your tired brain, "Tuesday. He's coming to the girls' conference night at school" you cringed, playing with the food on your plate.

"And you're not happy about that?"

"I'm glad he wants to be involved with the girls... and that we've been able to make it work with minimal issues... but he's never been to my place..." you blew out a heavy exhale, dropping your fork to your plate with a clang.

"Do you not want him to know where you live?" Kate asked with a frown.

"No... it's just... his house" you groaned, "it's big and beautiful and colonial... white with these beautiful black shutters... and it has a front porch with these chairs and he bought sweet little matching chairs for the girls..."

"Oh" Kate flashed you a sad smile.

"It's just so nice... and he was telling me about how he's renovating one of his guest rooms for the girls... keeping them together cause that's what they're used to... but that he could easily change another guest room to another bedroom so they each have their own room... I dunno..." you shrugged, "I've never been upstairs... but it's definitely enough space for the girls and a wife and all the children he wants to fill it with..."

You were feeling sorry for yourself and it showed.

"Well... you know... he kinda owes you..." Kate frowned at you from across the table.

"Owes me?" you scoffed, "he doesn't owe me anything."

"He does... you had his kids... have you ever talked about child support?" she pressed.

"Never" you looked around as if you were afraid Andy would somehow hear you, "i had his kids without telling him... he doesn't owe me a thing... and if I ask for child support, he may start asking about custody..."

It was a fear that kept you up at night.

"Oh, y/n...." Kate reached across the table and patted your arm reassuringly when she noticed you tearing up a little, "could you maybe just meet him at the school?"

"No" your laugh was watery, "the girls made him a welcome sign and they're over-the-moon excited to show him their room in our shitty little one bedroom apartment..."

You felt like crying- full blown, snot-nosed crying. But what was the point?

"Your place is nice" Kate encouraged, "you can tell there's so much love there... you've made that shitty little one bedroom apartment a home."

"Thanks, Kate" you smiled through your tears.

It was the night of conferences and you felt like you were going to vomit. Or maybe your stomach was going to fall out your butt. You weren't quite sure.

Andy was 10 minutes late and it was making your already frazzled nerves jump with every passing minute.

You sat on your small living room couch- a hand me down from your parents- it was old and worn- but still comfortable.

The girls sat by the living room window, waiting for Daddy to arrive and making you nearly jump out of your skin when he did. Squealing and running to the front door the moment they saw him pull up.

They both sprinted to the front door, turning the lock and throwing it open as you went after them.

"Daddy!" they were shouting down the hallway.

Shit! Here comes another noise violation.

"Girls... Lenny... Lottie..." you called after them.

"Daddy!" they chirped as Andy bent to scoop them up in his big arms, smiling at you when you caught up to them.

"Hello, sweethearts" he hummed, kissing their crowns before turning to you.

"I'm sorry, traffic was a nightmare" he gave you a once over and it made you stomach curdle painfully. You tried dressing nice tonight- tried being the *put-together* parent you'd always hoped you'd be... it was so effortless for Andy. He looked amazing in his black slacks and white collared shirt. It was rolled at the sleeves and he still had his black tie on, his suit coat probably neatly folded in the passengers seat of his Lexis.

"It's OK" you returned his smile as the girls were already tugging him back towards your apartment to show him the welcome sign and endless amount of pictures they had been making for him all week.

"These are beautiful, girls" Andy's beautiful bright smile was beaming as he looked between his daughters- all crammed on the tiny couch- as they handed him picture after picture.

"And who are all of these people?" Andy asked, holding up what appeared to be a family portrait that Lenny made for him.

"This is you... and that's me... and that's Lottie..." she was leaning over his leg, pointing at her drawing.

"And is this Mommy?" Andy pointed at the paper with a smile.

"No" Lenny insisted, "it's that pretty lady that came over last week" she smiled up at Andy innocently and you swear you saw Andy blanch before you crossed the small space, stepping into the kitchen for a moment.

You went to the cabinet, grabbing a glass and filling it with water from the tap. You stood at the sink, gripping the counter with one hand as you chugged your water. You head the pitter-patter of the girls running back towards their bedroom, but it was Andy's voice that startled you.

"It was a friend" he said, stepping into the small kitchen as you sputtered, turning around and spilling water all down your blouse.

So much for being put-together.

"Shit" Andy hissed, "I'm sorry" he rushed towards you, to help, but you took a startled step backwards as he reached around you for a towel, handing it to you awkwardly.

"Thanks" you felt like you were holding your breath, trying to keep it all together.

Taking the towel, you dabbed at your wet shirt as Andy watched you.

"It was a friend... that stopped by unannounced... I didn't even plan on inviting her in, but Lenny came to the door and asked her to join us... and...."

You blinked up at Andy as he rushed to explain himself. He seemed... nervous... buy why?

"It's OK" you said, even though it wasn't. But you were having trouble finding your words- and this part of the new normal felt way too uncomfortable to navigate.

It wasn't OK. You needed to have some ground rules about bringing random people home. For the girls' safety. It had never crossed your mind because it had been years since you went on a date- it wasn't even on your radar.

"It's not" it was as if Andy was reading your mind, "I'm not... dating at the moment... because I want to focus on the girls... they're my priority."

"Oh" you swallowed, your heart kicking against your chest.

Why did that instantly make you feel better?

"But you obviously can continue dating..." his words trailed off.

Did he actually think you were seeing someone?

"I'm not dating anyone" you laughed, the thought so absurd it actually made you snort.

"Oh..." Andy rubbed at the back of his neck with a shy shrug, "I just assumed you were..."

You were about to ask him why when Lenny and Lottie came crashing into the kitchen yanking Andy back to their bedroom.

"This is my bed" Lottie chirped, showing Andy her side of the shared space.

"And this is my bed" Lenny echoed, "sit on it, Daddy... it's real nice..."

You stepped into the hallway, listening to the girls happily give Andy a tour of their small space- you didn't dare go in there. Not wanting to see the look on Andy's face - knowing what he had to be thinking even if he wouldn't say it: I could provide so much more for them.

For all of your nerves Conferences were over in a blur. Andy had offered to drive and for preservation of self, you took him up on the offer. Not wanting to watch him cram his long legs into your old sedan.

Andy's car was pure luxury compared to what you were used to and even better yet- he had bought two state-of-the-art booster seats for the girls. The best brand money could buy.

"I really loved seeing their classrooms... and they're teachers said they're doing so well" Andy glanced at you, smiling as he drove back from the ice cream shop he had insisted on treating everyone to after all around excellent reports.

"They enjoyed having you there..." you smiled at him, "I think the PTO moms at the welcome desk enjoyed having you there too" you smirked when Andy's face went all ruddy.

The moment one of the PTO moms found out you and Andy were very much not together, the single moms descended on him like a pack of hungry wolves.

"Uh... yeah" Andy laughed uncomfortably, "that was kinda weird..."

"Well... you're an involved and single, hot Dad" your eyes went wide when you realized what you just said.

"I mean..." you didn't know what to say, "you know..."

"I know what?" Andy asked, maintaining his focus on the road- but as the silence stretched on, when you didn't know what to say, his lip curled up into a smirk.

"I know what, y/n?" his voice dipped low as he glanced at you for only a second- long enough to make your entire face flush warm.

You blew out an exhale before huffing, "ugh... you know you're hot..." with an eye roll.

Andy just smiled at you before turning back to the road. You both carried on in silence before Andy quietly cleared his throat to speak again.

"And... uh... have you dated any of the dads?" he asked.

That was the second time he's asked you about your love life tonight.

"No" your laugh-scoff made Andy smile again- seemingly pleased with your answer.

You and Andy continued in a comfortable silence for several more minutes, turning over your shoulder to peek at your sleeping girls.

"They are out" you smiled, turning back to Andy just as he started speaking again.

"You know..." his hesitation made your chest tighten, "if you ever need... money..."

"What?" you cut him off, the chirp in your voice causing Lottie to stir and murmur something in her sleep.

"If you need..." Andy started again, assuming you hadn't heard him.

"I don't need anything from you, Andy..." you hissed, crossing your arms over your chest as you scowled out the window, willing away the instant tightness in your chest. You didn't mean for it to come out that harsh... but damn.

"I know you don't..." his voice went soft, "you've done all of this on your own... the girls are doing amazing in school and that's all you... you've never needed me..."

"That's not true" you turned to him, blinking back the sharp sting in your eyes, "you're needed, Andy... the girls need you..."

"Well, I'm here" his voice cracked unintentionally, "to help..." he was turning to you every so often, a reverent look in his gaze as he followed the navigation back to your apartment.

"I appreciate that" you said, "I'll let you know if they need it..."

"And you too, sweetheart... I'm here for you too" he implored, "where do you even sleep, y/n?"

"Andy..." his name was clipped, a metaphorical fuck-off for him to mind his own business as he blinked back to the car's dashboard screen, spending the rest of the ride silently navigating you home.

Andy heard your soft sniffle as he pulled into your apartment complex and found a parking spot. He cut the engine, rushing around to your side of the car before you even had your door open.

You had just managed to get your seatbelt off when he reached in, gently tugging you out of the car and into a warm hug.

"Sweetheart" the pet-name made your heart ache, "I'm sorry..."

"I'm trying my best" your words were trembled, melting into his embrace as he held you tighter.

"I know... and you're doing such an amazing job" he was rubbing your back slowly, up and down with his large hand, "I'm not questioning that... I just want you to know I'm here... I'm here now... let me help you..."

You whimpered into his chest, never wanting the hug to end- until you heard Lenny's little voice from the back of the car.

"Mommy... I'm thirsty" she whined.

You pulled out of Andy's arms, hiding your face from him as you turned quickly to get Lenny out of her booster seat. Andy walked around his car, getting a sleeping Lottie out of her seat.

He followed you up the stairs to your second floor apartment and helped you tuck the girls into bed. Kissing the girls on their sweet little heads before he left.

You followed him to the door in silence- not really sure what to say expect a whispered goodbye.

To your surprise, Andy pulled you into another quick hug, resting his chin affectionately on the top of your head- the soft sentiment stealing your breath.

"Thank you... for tonight" he murmured, his chest pressed to you's, "and for everything you do for our girls..." he added before pulling away and leaving without another word.

You watched him walk down the hall until he was out of sight- willing him to turn back around.

But  Andy rounded the corner without giving you a second glance. Your heart sank before shutting the door- double locking it with the deadbolt and crossing the room to the couch - sinking down with a sigh.

It had been over a week since the girls had their usual evening with Andy- the hockey team on the road at a string of away games and the girls were so excited to see him.

"Are we there yet?" Lenny whined, "I want Daddy..."

"I know, Lenny" you cooed reassuringly, "we're almost there..."

"My a-arm hurts" Lottie hiccuped, "I want my Daddy..." she burst into tears and it made your eyes instantly well with your own emotion.

You had taken the afternoon off to take the girls to their yearly well-visit check-ups at their pediatrician's office. A couple of shots later and the girls both had a clean bill of heath. Measuring slighting smaller for their age- but their doctor said it was normal for twins.

By the time you pulled into Andy's driveway both girls were full on sobbing and you were halfway to losing your mind.

Andy came jogging out of his house right as you pulled up- the wide smile dropping into a frown when he saw the state of the girls.

"What's wrong?" concern laced in his tone, "are they OK... what happened?"

"They got shots at the doctor's office today... their Well Checks..." you sighed, yanking a back door open as the sobbing continued, "and they miss you..." you added as Andy mirrored your actions, opening the opposite door and helping Lenny out.

"Da-Daddy" she gulped, voice jumping as she tried speaking through her sobs, "Mom-Mommy is m-mean..."

"No" Lottie shouted from your side of the vehicle, "I want Daddy... I want Daddy" she was screaming and squirming as you tried not to drop her.

"Lottie, sweetheart..." you tried, but when the squirming turned to fighting you- your voice got stern, "Charlotte... enough! You're hurting Mommy!" you yelled, putting her down as you blew out a huff of frustration.

Lottie started sobbing again as she ran around the car and into Andy's arms. You frowned, reaching into the back seat for their bags and shoving them in Andy's free hand as he tried maneuvering with two sobbing kindergarteners and their backpacks up the steps of his home.

You couldn't even look at him as you climbed back into your car, slamming the door shut without another word.

Andy watched you with concern before pushing his front door open and getting the girls inside.

When he had the girls calmed down enough - some Daddy snuggles on the couch and their favorite movie playing- he managed to pry himself away long enough to peek outside.

You were still in the driveway- your guilt eating you alive for yelling at Lottie- as your arms were folded over the steering wheel and your forehead pressed uncomfortably there.

The rap of Andy's knuckles had you sitting up and wiping at your eyes, looking around your car for tissues or anything to wipe your snot nose.

"Hey" his voice was low, kind- when you manage to roll down the window with the manual crank.

"Is Lottie OK?" you whispered, not trusting your voice to go any louder without cracking on your emotions.

"She's completely fine" Andy crouched down so he was eye level with you, gripping the open window for balance, "Lenny's fine too... watching a movie now..."

"I... it's been a looong week..." you blew out an exhausted sigh.

"I'm sorry work took me away for so long" he said, "come in... lemme order some pizza," he offered.

"No... I'm sorry... I'm eating up your time" you looked at the clock on your dash- suddenly realizing you'd been there for an hour already, "shit... I'm really sorry, Andy" you blinked, straightening and putting your seatbelt on.

"Y/N... you don't have to leave..."

"Yes... I do" you cleared your throat, "I'll be back at 8 to pick them up... text me if you need anything... I'll just be at my parent's house..."

Andy stood up with a frown, blowing out a heavy exhale as he watched you put the car in reverse and start to pull away.

"I wish you'd stay..." he tried one last time, tapping the roof of your car as he walked along side the moving vehicle.

"They don't want me here" you assured him.

"And if I want you here?" he asked and it made you take pause- for only a moment.

"I gave them both a dose of Motrin... they can't have anymore until after 9..." you reminded him, not sure of what else to say.

Andy gave you a wave as he watched you drive away- wishing his words had been enough to make you stay.

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Cappy’s Wingmen (4/?)

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Pairings: Collegehockeyplayer!Steve “Cappy” Rogers x female reader (bug)

Warnings: idiots in like, lots of banter, hurt feelings, explicit sexual content- innuendos, explicit language (must be 18+)

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: so I know it’s not a huge reveal or anything- but could I kindly ask for any screeching to go under a cut if you reblog 🙏❤️ - thank you!

A little shout out to @marveloustaylortot for making me cackle with Cappy’s new nickname Crappy- bug would so call him that 🤣

This is not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Cappy and bug: hockey AU

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

"That sounds wonderful, thank you so much, Melissa" you sighed with relief, your cellphone pressed between your ear and shoulder as you scratched another note on your blue post-it pad.

"Please tell Amy I'm so exited for next week and I look forward to seeing both of you then" you smiled, ending the call and placing it on the table next to your laptop.

You started typing into your spreadsheet just as your phone began vibrating with another call.

"Hey" you answered your friend, feeling lighter than you had in weeks.

You had spent the week finalizing the Pucks for Paws photo shoot, talking to Steve's contact for the calendar- it would be cutting it close, but as long as everything went well at the shoot- you'd get them to print just in time. You would be getting an email today with the mock-ups for the adoption drive tshirts and the shirts to be sold at this Friday night’s game and once approved, the shirt designs would go to printing by tonight.

Things were going surprisingly smooth, even communicating with a very reluctant Barnesy instead of the team captain wasn't as bad as you'd thought it would be- you weren't talking to Steve after your meeting almost 2 weeks ago.

"Don't hate me... but Bucky's going crazy and he-whom-we-don't-speak-of won't stop badgering Buck..." clover started, sounding nervous on the other end of the phone.

"Why would I hate you?" you laughed, "wait... what did you do?" you asked as she continued rambling.

"Clover?" you called into the phone, shaking your head at her cutesy nickname that had just sort of stuck.

She went silent, anxiously chewing her bottom lip as you waited for the shoe to drop.

"He needed to talk..." she finally continued as you busied yourself, organizing the post-it's by order of importance before you turned the page in your ruined planner and stuck them over the date of the calendar photo shoot.

"Remind me to get a new planner after all of this... this one still smells like frat boy" you sighed- not paying attention to what she just said.

"Yeah... about that..." clover's words were drawn out suspiciously.

"What. The. Hell?" you emphasized every word into your phone just as you looked up, seeing the Captain of the hockey team weaving through tables in the common area near a coffee shop on campus, "I told Barnesy AND you that I didn't want to see him" you hissed at your friend just as Steve came to a stop, standing in front of you.

"Talk to him" clover said as you scowled up at Steve- who actually looked pretty uncomfortable.

"I hate you" you seethed into the phone before ending the call and slamming your phone on the table.

"What do you want... Crappy?" you smirked to yourself, leaning away from your work- and him.

"I..." the new nickname made him faulter before exhaling, "I wanted to... can we talk?”

"Sorry... I've already showered today" you quipped, but when his eyebrow quirked in confusion you rolled your eyes with an exaggerated exhale.

"That's where you hold all your meetings with members of the opposite sex, no?" you words had bite, smirking triumphantly when he hung his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. You'd never seen him so squirmy and for some reason it made you feel better.

"I... bug... we’ve never talked about this…" he said, toeing at the chair leg in front of him, "I didn't know you cared if I was with other girls..."

"I don't" you scoffed, "not even a little bit" you added, but for his benefit or yours... you honestly weren't sure anymore.

"I like you" he said suddenly, looking up and meeting your gaze with a bashful softness you'd never seen from him before... but you weren't buying it.

"OK" you snorted in a mocking tone, laughing as you started gathering your things, stacking papers and grabbing your pens.

"I do..." he insisted, pulling out the chair in front of him and sitting down across from you, "And it usually never gets this far... ya know... with a girl."

"Yeah?" you narrowed your eyes at him, "you usually just jump in the shower before talking to them? Is a name required or just a cup size?"

"Bug..." Steve exhaled, sprawling over the table with a groan, his forearms resting flat as his open palms pleaded with you.

"Stop calling me that" you hissed, "look... I don't know what you even think this is... so we've talked... we're working on a fundraising project -because I'm a moron and thought it was actually a good idea- but... like... what do you think is happening here? This isn't some stupid meet-cute."

The good mood you were in only moments ago had evaporated.

"You like me..." he smirked for the first time since interrupting your day.

"I do not" you snapped, grabbing your bag from the floor as you shoved your laptop inside.

"I think you do..." he continued, "and I like you..."

"Right..." you glared at him... "and your girlfriend? Does she like me too?”

"Girlfriend?" his brows knit together as he sat up.

"Shower caddy Barbie?" you said, picking up your coffee cup and finishing the last cold sip.

"Her name's Bonnie... I think" Steve stared off trying to recall the woman's name.

"Oh... jesus" you cringed, "you don't even know her name? Did you invite her over? Or did she just show up in your shower?"

"I... they're just kinda... there" he shrugged, cringing slightly as his face flushed pink, "I never really..."

"No" you interrupted, "I don't even want to know" you shock your head, "because I don't care..." you said with emphasis, but this time it definitely sounded like you were trying to convince yourself.

"Bug..." Steve let out a heavy sigh, looking at you apprehensively, "I... I just..."

"What?" you snapped, shoving the last of your things in your bag and zipping up the front pocket. You grabbed your phone and started scrolling through a few new text messages.

"How would a guy even know if you were interested?" he sounded so genuinely curious it made you blink up at him owlishly.

"I... uhhh..." you honestly weren't sure how to answer, "well… if someone did how would they even go about telling you?" you deflected with a scowl.

"What?" he asked, his brows knitting together but his lips twitched into an annoying cute smirk.

You rolled your eyes, blowing out an exhale before continuing. 

"I mean... there are so many women around you... in your house... at the games... in your shower. How would one even begin to try? Smoke signals? Carrier pigeon?"

Steve snorted a laugh, shaking his head as he smiled at you. It was a warm affectionate smile that made your tummy flutter.

Damn him!

"I gotta go" you said, pushing the chair away from the table and standing up, "everything's covered for the photoshoot next week... just check with Barnesy. I emailed him the updated itinerary."

"Bug... I mean… y/n…” Steve said, jumping from his chair, the scrapping of the metal on the floor made you grimace.

"I want you to meet someone..." his speech was hurried as he held his hand up, motioning with his fingers for someone across the room to come over.

You turned, seeing a young man- around Steve's age get up from a couch as he pushed a stroller towards you. You blinked back at Steve, confusion written across your face as the man approached your table.

"This is my best friend, Frank" Steve said with a smile, patting the man on the back, "and this..." Steve's voice was so soft, so loving as he reached into the stroller, unclipping the harness and lifting a sweet chubby blonde haired, blue eyed baby up into his arms, "is Mary."

"H-hi... Frank... hi, Mary... " you stuttered, "I'm y/n" still confused as you looked between the two men and back to the cherub in Steve's arms.

“If this is where you’re gonna to tell me you have a kid…” you started but Steve’s sudden bark of laughter cut you off.

“No… nothing like that…” Steve laughed as Mary took a chubby swipe at his face. When Steve chased her fingers with his mouth she squealed with delight. When she swiped at him again he continued the game before turning to you with the biggest smile.

"Frank was..." Steve paused, looking at Frank and the young man nodded encouragingly, "on the team last year, my Alternate Captain..." Steve continued, "but his sister, Mary's Mom died and his family's... kinda messed up" Steve cringed apologetically at Frank, but Frank just shrugged with a nervous smile.

"So..." Steve continued, but looked from Mary to Frank, uncomfortably.

"I took Mary in" Frank continued for Steve, "tried to do it all for awhile- Steve’s helped a ton... babysitting for me... had the team raise money for Mary... but I just couldn't do it all. I quit the team and I'm taking night classes... with Cappy's help" Frank smiled from Steve to you as your eyes welled with tears embarrassingly fast.

"I... god... I'm so sorry, Frank" you sniffed, looking away to wipe a stray tear from your eye.

"Thank you, y/n" Frank smiled, "don't know what I'd do without this guy" he clapped Steve on the back as Steve tentatively met your gaze.

You smiled at him for the first time in weeks. A watery laugh bubbling up your throat when Mary took a clumsy swing with her chubby baby hand as she batted at Steve's face, again. She giggled when Steve pretended to eat her fingers, making silly faces at her.

"Uncle Cappy" Frank smiled, watching his niece squeal with delight in Steve's protective arms.

You all stood there in silence, watching Mary playing with Steve before Frank turned to you with a smile.

"Cap told me about the adoption drive. It sounds great... heard you've been working really hard" he smiled, "can I buy you guys a coffee?" Frank offered.

"Thank you! But I..." you took out your phone, looking at the time as Steve stood there holding Mary and looking hopeful.

"Sure... I guess... I've got some time" you smiled, giving in to the cuteness in front of you, "I'd really appreciate that, Frank."

"Great" Frank said, smiling as he gave Steve a wink that didn't go unnoticed. Frank took your order before walking over to the coffee shop, leaving you alone with Steve and Mary.

"This was cheap" you scowled at him, half-heartedly, taking your seat and putting your bag on the floor, "are Frank and Mary always your wing-men?"

Steve laughed, sitting down with Mary in his lap. He reached into the stroller, grabbing a rattle and handing it to Mary. She shook it furiously before giggling and smiling at you.

"She's beautiful" you said, a sad look in your eyes as you watched her.

"She is" Steve agreed, "and bug... I wanted to tell you, I just..."

"No, please, I get it" you interjected.

"You do?" Steve sounded surprised.

"I get this" you emphasized, "Frank, Mary... like you said, it wasn't your story to tell" you said, motioning to Mary.

"But that doesn't mean I forgive you" you added just as Frank walked over with a coffee caddy, sitting down and handing you your coffee first.

"Not sure I even need forgiving" Steve grunted, taking a sip of his coffee.

Frank snorted giving Steve a side eye and Steve cocked his eye brow at his best friend.

"If you're involved... you need forgiving" Frank said.

"Baaaaa" Mary vocalized, innocently swatting at Steve's chest.

"See... Frank and Mary agree" you smirked before taking a sip of your drink.

"Fine..." Steve sighed dramatically, "say I do need forgiving" his expression fell serious, "where do I begin?"

"I'm not going to tell you how to apologize" you snorted as Frank just groaned, shaking his head with an eye roll.

"What?" Steve threw a hand in the air, "I've never done this before..."

"You've never apologized before?" your brows furrowed in disbelief.

"He's never cared enough for the apology to matter... they've always been half-assed" Frank said, smirking at you and you felt your stomach somersault.

"Not true" Steve scoffed, making a face at Frank.

"He likes you" Frank continued, "like won't shut up about you, likes you."

"Frank" Steve grunted through his teeth.

"Like hasn't brought a girl home since he saw you last... likes you" Frank offered as Steve let out an audible groan.

“I think you could be the one, y/n…” Frank continued as Steve groaned even louder, cursing at Frank and you laughed at their exchange.

"I'm holding your niece" Steve reminded him.

"And you'd murder anyone that hurt her" Frank smiled, scooping up Mary and putting her back in her stroller.

Steve looked at you, rubbing his hands over his thighs, a prickly silence hanging between you two before you took pity on him.

"You can start by finalizing the t-shirts that will be sold at the hockey game" you said, "the guy said he was going to email me, but I just got a text that he wants me to come to the shop across town to finalize them there in person… and I just have too much to do…”

"Sure, of course” Steve smiled, looking relieved at the subject change, "I can go right now" he said eagerly standing up.

"It was nice meeting you, y/n" Frank said, offering you his hand as you stood up, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

"It was nice meeting you too" you shook his hand before ducking down by the stroller, "bye, Mary!"

"Blaaaah Blaaaah" Mary spit raspberries as she gurgled happily at you.

"See you Wednesday?" Frank confirmed with Steve as they leaned in giving a side bro-hug.

"Yup, I’ll be there at 6:30" Steve confirmed, "thanks for this, man" his voice was low and you cleared your throat, looking away to give them some privacy.

"Great" Frank said turning back to you, "hope to see you again soon, y/n" he smiled as Steve gave Mary a kiss on her cheek.

You waved to Mary before leaving with Steve in the opposite direction.

As you walked towards the exit Steve offered to take your empty cup to the trash before leaving the building.

"Thank you" you said, trying to figure out a goodbye they wasn't too awkward.

"I'm sorry I ambushed you" Steve sounded sincere.

"That's OK" your smile was warm, "I'm glad I met Mary... and Frank... it explains a lot."

"I'm sorry about Bonnie" Steve continued, words spilling out as if they were burning a hole in his chest, "she means nothing to me... if I'd had known there was even a shot with you... I'd... I mean..." he stalled, doubting himself, "I... I really like you... y/n."

"Ugh....Ew!" you harrumphed, pushing through the heavy entrance door to outside as Steve stood there for a moment before rushing to follow you out.

"What?" he asked, catching up to you and taking your hand in his to stop you, "hey... y/n... what is it?"

"Stop calling me y/n" you groaned, not even believing what you were about to admit.

"What?" Steve looked utterly confused, "but I thought..."

"It sounds too weird now" you rolled your eyes, uncomfortable with your own vulnerability, "I think... ugh..." you huffed.

"You want me to call you bug?" Steve looked a little surprised, smiling from ear-to-ear.

Your tongue tutted, letting out an annoyed exhale as you grumbled curses to yourself.

"Yes" you felt your stomach swoop as your face flushed with heat.

"Great!" Steve said, dropping your hand and shrugging his backpack off his shoulder before he unzipped it, pulling out a brown paper bag, "this is for you."

You took the bag, awkwardly holding it in your hands and mumbled an "oh, thanks", shifting uncomfortably where you stood.

"Open it" he laughed, smiling at you as he helped you pull the bag away from the gift.

"It's a planner" he voice was warm, too excited to wait for you to examine it.

"Thank you" you smiled, turning it over and flipping the cover open in your hands. It wasn't exactly the type of planner you'd have picked- the cover had lady bugs arranged in the shape of a heart sitting on a bright green leaf.

"This is... really nice of you" you smiled, reaching up to pull him into a stiff hug, "thank you" you whispered as he ran his large hand up and down the middle of your back, humming in appreciation.

You pulled away after several seconds and couldn't help laughing when Steve was smiling like an idiot down at you.

"OK... Crappy" your nerves broke the silence, "don't forget the t-shirts" you said turning to leave for your next class.

"Hey, bug... this mean you forgive me?" he asked, his million dollar smile flashing at you.

"Nope" you shook your head, biting back a smile.

"Fine" he huffed, playfully, "but you like me... at least a little?" he asked, "come on... I let you meet Mary! Nobody mets Mary..."

"Hey" you scolded, "don't use Mary... that's not fair!"

"Well?..." he waited, smiling as you rolled your eyes.

"You're not forgiven" you lip curled at the corner, deviously, "buuuuuut... I don't hate you" you sighed.

"Yaaaaassss" Steve whooped, pumping his fists in the air, causing a few students around him to startle and look his way.

He shot you a wink before he turned, hurrying away before you could change your mind, "I won't forget the shirts! See ya, ladybug!”

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The Alumni Scrimmage (4/?)

Pairings: Collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader

Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, sexually explicit content- more sex, getting caught, explicit language- Andy likes the word f*ck, a little playful teasing, a little angst, moving fast in a relationship, Andy being really soft for his girl (must be 18+)

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Coach B x his sweetheart

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

Andy slammed the phone down with a curse. His day had gone by in a flash; appearance at the hockey booth with the underclassman, photo opportunity in the quad and mingling with the older alumni that weren't participating in the scrimmage, alumni lunch and in about 20 minutes he'd join his boys- playing opposite them in the annual alumni scrimmage. It was tradition to let the old guys win.

Andy should have been suited up with his skates on- probably warming up on the ice by now. But instead he had spent the last 30 minutes calling information in a 50 mile radius of campus, trying desperately to get your number.

Your number wasn't listed. Of course it wasn't listed. He spent the night having the best sex of his life and now you were gone.

Andy's heart jumped in his chest when a knock came at his office door, but it was only his assistant coach.

"We got about 20 minutes, Andy" Nick said, tapping his stick on the door frame, already dressed in his old jersey and skates, "I'm gonna go check in with the officials."

"I'll be right out" Andy grunted, shoving his office chair away from his desk as Nick gave him a nod and shut the door. Andy looked at his phone once more- still no missed calls or texts. Not even so much as an email.

Why would you get a new number without telling him? It’s not as if you two had stayed in touch by phone all these years… but your email had remained the same and it’s what was listed in the college alumni directory.

He stood up, running his hands down his beard before stretching his arms up over his head with a grumble. Andy wasn't in the mood for this alumni scrimmage. Hadn't been in the mood for any of this all day. Not after those damn cupcakes this morning. All he could think about was you.

He crossed the room to the bench along his office wall and sat down with a frown. Andy took a deep breath, letting his head fall into his hands, rubbing over his beard with a grumble before bending over to riffle through his duffle bag for his skates.

The scrimmage was meant to be fun but casual, players wearing their old or current jerseys and team sweats. Gloves and pads were encouraged, helmets mandatory. Goalies were required to wear full pads. The scrimmage was open to the public, but usually only family or the die-hard fans showed up to the event.

There was another knock at the door as Andy was lacing up his second skate. He huffed, barking a "come in" but the door didn't budge.

"Nick... if you’re not gonna come in just gimme a minute, will ya?" Andy shouted as he pulled his laces taut.

The door pushed open and Andy heard the sound of boots drag across his office floor. His breath caught in the back of his throat when he looked up.

"Hey, Barber" you smirked, dressed in his home jersey and a familiar pair of black Doc Marten combat style boots with thick wool thigh high socks disappearing under the jersey that fit more like a dress. Your hair was reminiscent of how you wore it for Andy's college games.

"Y/N... you're...here..." Andy's stuttered as he stood up, a good 4 inches taller than he usually was-with his skates on.

Smiling shyly as you crossed the room, you placed your bag on his desk before coming to a stop in front of him. Andy's heart hammered in his chest as he smiled fondly down at you. He took a tentative step towards you, hand reaching up like he was going to caress your cheek, before hesitating. He wasn't sure how to greet you.

"I'm sorry... I didn't get your number. Then those damn..." Andy started as you tiptoed, catching his thick hoodie strings and pulling him down into your mouth to shut him up. Andy groaned his surprise.

"Shhhh" you murmured against his parted lips with a smirk.

"Sweetheart...I..." Andy's words were crushed against your lips as you pushed him backwards until his legs hit the bench. Andy went down with a grunt, smiling when you placed a hand to either shoulder, climbing into his lap and straddling him.

"Y/N... I'm trying to say I'm sorry..." he laughed as your tongue swept into his mouth with a soft moan. Andy groaned, abandoning his apology as he pulled you to his chest and devoured you with a toe curling kiss.

You made out on the bench like horny college kids until you were breathless, lips parting to catch your breath. Andy's wandering hands ran down the length of you, stopping at your boots. He smiled, tugging at the looped laces playfully as you kissed along his jaw.

"Missed these" he groaned with another tug, his head falling back against the wall, his eyes screwed shut when you rolled your hips over him, nipping just below his beard.

"Remember when you fucked me against the lockers after the championship game jr year?" you purred in his ear.

"Fuck… how could I forget?" he asked, "you were wearing nothing but these an' my jersey..." Andy groaned as you nodded, your breath hot against his skin.

"Ah huh" you confirmed, "and seeing as your type is still college girls...” you teased, “I figured... for old time sake..." you loved giving him a hard time.

"That's not..." he started to protest before his eyes snapped open. Andy looked you up-and-down, old memories of that championship night rushing back to him.

You bit your bottom lip waiting when Andy’s eyes went wide finally understanding, his Adam's apple bobbed as he slowly looked down at your lap.

Andy's large hands ran back up the length of your folded legs, taking a deep rumbling breath before his fingers trailed under your jersey to find you bare and so ready for him.

"Christ…” he groaned, “that’s my good fucking girl" Andy's deep timbre was sinful. You chirped when he crashed his lips to yours, wrapping an arm around your waist and shifting your body as you worked his sweatpants and underwear down enough to free his cock.

You didn't even need to stroke him -Andy was rock hard- lining himself up at your entrance and sinking into you, your pussy made a shameless squelching sound as you swallowed him raw.

"Oh, god... Andy" you whimpered, eyes fluttering back as he held you there -stretching you open-while gripping your hips and pressing up firmly into your wanting hole.

You gasped, giggling blissfully when Andy rolled his hips forward, moving himself to the edge of the bench and leaning back against the wall. He let his thighs go slack before slamming up into you with purpose. You fell forward, hand catching on his chest as he fucked up relentlessly into your dripping cunt.

"Fuck, sweetheart..." Andy groaned, straining to keep his eyes open so he could watch your pretty face, "I... hate that fucking sorority house... if I knew it was in that neighborhood... I... fuck..." he grunted as you bounced on his hard cock, feral with want.

"Just shut up and make me cum... Barber" you goaded and then chirped when Andy lifted you from his lap with a growl, still connected as he stood, slamming you against the wall with a thud.

"Want me to fuck this needy little cunt?" Andy snarled, "been fucking you for the last 24 hours and it's still not enough?"

All you could do was whine as his cock pistoned into you, dragging over your sweet spots as he gripped bruises into the back of your thighs.

"Not gonna last much longer, sweetheart" he grunted, "gonna fill this little pussy so full... you're gonna be dripping with me while you watch me scoring like old times" Andy panted, his matted hair pressed to your glistening crown.

You cried out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as a final steely thrust punched the air from your lungs. Andy groaned your name when hot ropes of his spend spilled into you.

"Fuck... I love you..." Andy's voice was so low and gravely it had you gasping and clenching around him as you met your end.

You clawed at his sweatshirt, milking his cock dry when your bliss washed over you in waves, flooding every inch of your senses. Your toes curling in your boots painfully when your muscles went rigid before going pliant against him. You whimpered, sagging into Andy's chest as he held you.

Andy pulled away, searching your expression as he tried to read what you were thinking, you stared at him for a long moment, your eyes prickling with all those years of heartache.

Andy's chest felt impossibly tight. His eyebrows knit together in a frown as he tried to make sense of the whirlwind that was the last 24 hours. Why did he have to let that slip? So soon. Too soon.

"Andy... I..." your words were coming out shaky when the door to his office swung open.

"Hey... Coach B" Cappy said from behind Andy's broad shoulders. Steve's voice was cut off when he saw his coach, still pinning you to the wall as you squeaked, hiding your burning face in Andy's chest.

"Oh, shit... s-sorry, Coach... we... uh... we're starting in 5... but we can play without you... you're... busy" you could hear the smirk in Steve's voice as he slipped out of the office.

"You didn't lock the door?" Andy teased, carefully unwinding your legs and dropping you to your feet while you whined. Andy tucked himself back in his sweatpants with your face still pressed, completely mortified, into his hoodie.

"Hey... sweetheart. It's gonna be OK..." Andy voice was soft and reassuring, moving back towards the bench to sit down.

"You know how many times I've caught Cappy in the showers with a friend?" he shook his head, pulling you toward him.

"Oh, god" you whined, your face buried in your hands. Andy took your wrists and gave a gentle tug, pulling you even closer to him while his thick thighs caged you in.

"Sweetheart... look... I know this is all real fast... you don't have to say anything..." he started, taking your hands in his when you finally opened your eyes, blinking owlishly at him.

"No... it's not that..." you started.

"Cappy didn't see anything... and fuck those sorority girls... I've tried everything to discourage them..." he continued.

"Really?" you frowned, "I thought you liked this look" you motioned to your throwback outfit.

"I fucking love this look... I just..." his exhale was heavy, "I don't wanna scare you away... cause I'm fine with taking this slow... however slow you want...and..."

"Andy, I don't want..." a loud knock made you jump, catching your words at the back of your throat.

"Show time, Coach" Levs' voice came tentatively from the other side of the door, but this time it stayed closed.

Andy looked back at you, his expression pained before you ducked down, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss.

"I don't want to take this slow, Andy... and... I love you too" you murmured against his lips as tears welled in your eyes, blinking them back, you giggled when Andy jumped from the bench, wrapping you in his arms and lifting you clear off the floor.

"Oh, thank fuck..." he sighed with relief, "I mean... fuck... I was so scared I said too much... I love you so much, y/n" he was blinking back his own tears when he set you down, framing your face and capturing your lips in a slow deliberate kiss.

"Um... Coach?" Ari cleared his voice, tapping from the other side of the door again.

"Better get out there, Coach B" you smiled.

"Right... let's go" his smile made your heart ache as he reached for your hand, "oh... wait... aren't you..." Andy hesitated for a moment, "gonna get cold" his cheeks flushed pink knowing you didn't have any panties on.

"Are you blushing, Andy Barber?" you teased, "weren't you just talking about filling me up so full that I'd be drippin' with you all game?"

A growl rumbled low in Andy's chest when he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your crown.

"Come on... I can show you the women's faculty bathroom on the way out" he said, taking his stick from behind his door as you grabbed your bag.

You couldn't possibly make eye contact with his players when you stepped through his doorway and into the locker room, but it didn't matter. The entire team was standing in a row outside Andy's office to high-five and congratulate their coach.

"Way to go, Coach B and Coach B’s Vixen” Steve clapped Andy on the back before Andy gave him a look and Ari shoved the other captain out of the way.

"Nice to see you again" Ari smiled down at you, smirking when you startled at his sheer size on skates. There was a knowing twinkle in Ari's eye, but at least he wasn't giving you a hard time about not being able to keep your hands off his coach.

"Nice to see you too" you managed as Andy tucked you to his side and walked out of the locker room, the rest of the team following you out.

Andy waited for you outside the faculty bathroom, offering to walk you to the stands, but you told him you wanted to walk him to the ice. As you were pressing a kiss to his cheek a streak of pale flesh caught in your peripheral vision.

Your jaw dropped as you watched a hockey player in nothing but a pair of skates, white and green boxers and the mascot head run past you and jump onto the ice.

To the crowd’s amusement the player did a lap before dropping a few pucks and shooting at the open nets.

"What the hell... Storm?" Andy bellowed as a few alumni started snickering.

"It's not me, Coach" Storm called from behind Andy.

"Shea?" Andy barked as the team and alumni watched the officials skate after the perpetrator.

"Nope" Shea called, "fully dressed, sir."

"Barnesy?" Andy almost choked on his tongue as the ref skated over with Bucky, shoving him through the gates as Andy shook his head.

"I'm gonna have to let the president know about this, Coach Barber" the ref shook his head.

"Yeah, I get it" Andy sighed, nodding apologetically.

"He's not even naked" Cappy protested with a shrug as the alumni members and the team were ushered out on the ice for warm-ups.

"What do ya want me to do with him?" Coach Vaughan asked Andy. Andy blew out a heavy exhale, glaring at Bucky for a minute before speaking again.

"Suit up, Barnes" Andy shouted at his nearly naked player as Barnesy gave him a sheepish nod, flashing a glance into the stands before hightailing it back to the locker room.

"Damnit" Andy huffed when you were alone, "the president is gonna have my ass for this..."

"The president’s gonna have to get in line" you smirked, taking a handful of Andy's ass in your palm.

"Y/N" Andy's warning was half-hearted.

"He did it for a girl" you smiled softly up at Andy.

"What?” he smirked, narrowing his eyes at you as he remembered how observant you always were, “It doesn't matter" Andy huffed, but some of his annoyance had already bled from his tone.

"It's gonna be OK" you gave him a sympathetic smile, patting his forearm reassuringly.

"I could lose my job" Andy's brow furrowed.

"You won't..." your smile was shy, "you're the best coach the school's had in nearly 50 years"

"How do you know that?" he cocked his head, smirking down at you.

"You don't think I've been keeping' tabs on you, Barber?" you teased as he ducked down, pecking your lips.

A buzzer sounding had Andy straightening to his full height and put his helmet on halfway- leaving his face exposed.

"Gotta go, sweetheart" he smiled as you held up your hand, fingers splayed and waiting.

Andy didn't say a word as he pressed his palm to yours, lacing your fingers together and twisting your hand up to his lips. He pressed three kisses along your knuckles for good luck before pressing a final kiss to the crown of your head. His ritual before every game all those years ago.

"Missed my good luck charm" his voice cracked with emotion, "I love you" he whispered, kissing your forehead again before pulling his helmet down and putting his gloves on before joining the teams on the ice for the coin toss.

The scrimmage was over before you knew it. Watching Andy on the ice again brought back so many memories, it made your heart bloom to see him so happy and in his element.

He'd find you every so often in the stands, winking at you like no time had passed at all.

When the final buzzer sounded it was Alumni 2 - school team 1. Cappy and the boys didn't even have to give the old guys the win. Coach B was on fire- scoring both of his team's goals easily.

After the teams shook hands and the stands started to clear out, the alumni took a moment to congratulate Coach B for his great record since taking the position of head coach. Andy's players began slapping their sticks on the ice and chanting "Coach B... Coach B" but soon enough the chant morphed into "Coach B, hat trick... Coach B, hat trick..." to the confusion of the alumni.

After the players made it to the locker room and Andy pulled you back in his office to wait while he showered, you walked around his space looking at the achievement plaques on the wall. Andy joined you, toweling off his damp hair in jeans and a zip-up sweatshirt. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back into his chest as he leaned in and kissed your temple.

"Ready to go grab dinner?" he asked as you turned around in his arms.

"Yes" you sighed, pressing a kiss to his lips, "good game."

"Thank you" he smiled, his large hands running down your backside and palming your ass. He frowned when he felt your panties through his jersey.

You smirked, rolling your eyes as you pressed your hands to his chest, pushing off playfully and catching his hand in yours, twirling on your toes and tugging him towards the door.

"If you wanna go somewhere nice I'm gonna have to change" Andy said.

"Me too" you smirked.

"Why would you change?" Andy questioned.

"I'm not exactly dressed appropriately" you bit your lip suggestively.

"I think you look great" Andy smiled, pulling you to his side as he turned to lock his office door.

"Hey... why were the players chanting hat trick" you asked, "you only scored twice... right?"

"Twice on the ice... once in my office" Andy waggled his eyebrows as you hit his chest with a groan.

"Hey... how about we get takeout instead?" Andy suggested, laughing.

"Yes!" you squealed, "from that good Chinese place on the corner of campus... are they still there?" you asked hopeful.

"They are" Andy confirmed with a warm exhale, this is all he's ever wanted.

"You remember what I used to promise you after every win?" you smiled, coyly.

"I do" Andy said, tugging you a little closer to him as you walked out the locker room doors.

"Hope you had a banana, Barber... think it's gonna be another long night" you teased, but Andy stopped dead in his tracks, as you stumbled to stay upright.

"Andy!” you chirped, turning around with a frown.

"I want it to be a long night... and a long morning" Andy said, smiling down at you, "I want all your days and nights, y/n... move in with me?"

The hockey dividers were made by the lovely and talented @firefly-graphics ❤️

This is the original Coach B from my Lucky Charms: hockey AU even though someone tried to plagiarize it. Thank you for supporting original Coach B x his sweetheart ❤️

A/N: I don’t have any issue with sororities- it was just part of the storyline.

Picture from a Fila photoshoot.

As always, thank you for all the love and support. Please check out my archive blog where I only post new fics @drabblewithfrannybarnesfics ❤️

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CHAPTER THREE

Pairing: Personal Trainer!Colin Shea x Female Reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: talk of sex, inexperienced reader, fluff.

MINORS DNI - DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT +18. I DON’T ALLOW MY STORIES TO BE COPIED OR REPOSTED ON OTHER WEBSITES.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

SERIES MASTERLIST

You couldn’t sleep properly that night, too nervous about what was going to happen between you and Colin.

It was easy to be relaxed with him, his chill demeanour was infectious and it was hard to be in a bad mood whenever he was around.

You kept tossing and turning and changing your mind, thinking that maybe you made a mistake.

The first thing you saw once you woke up the morning after was a text from Colin, apologizing for not stopping by for breakfast because he had to go to work early.

You frowned, wondering if your conversation from the night before had something to with it.

Your worries quickly disappeared a few hours later when you started getting a series of excited texts from him.

Colin: “SEXY! You can’t believe what just happened!!!”

Sexy: “???”

C: “Johnny is pregnant!”

S: “What?”

C: “I mean, Genie is pregnant! Johnny is the father!”

S: “Are you serious? What? How? When?”

C: “I’ll tell you more tonight! Dinner together? Pizza?”

S: “Ok! Good for me!”

C: “👍👍👍😘😋”

You chuckled both at the shocking news, both because of the relief you felt seeing that Colin was behaving as usual.

Maybe he didn’t take you seriously and already forgot about last night’s conversation.

You tried to keep yourself occupied during the day, you cleaned the house, reorganised your closet, took a long shower, washed your hair and shaved every single hair on your body.

Staring in front of your open, and now extremely tidy, closet you tried to decide what you should wear.

“Why am I this nervous? It’s just Colin! He saw me without makeup while wearing the worst stuff. Also it’s not like I’m trying to impress him. Ugh, I’m such an idiot.” You said to yourself and picked a simple cotton underwear with leggings and a loose shirt.

Right after you heard your front door open and Colin’s voice calling for you.

“Hello neighbour! I got pizza! Where are you?”

“I’m getting dressed, one second!” You yelled from your bedroom.

“Alright!” He replied back and you heard him rummaging through your cabinets.

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time and took a deep breath before walking to the kitchen.

“Hey, are you hungry? Got your favourite.” Colin smiled at you while he was preparing your plates.

He seemed relaxed and that made you feel better.

“Thanks.” You smiled back and grabbed your plate before sitting down at the dinner table.

“So, were you being serious this morning? Johnny and Genie are having a baby?” You asked him.

“Yes! We were all shocked! It’s crazy.” He chuckled.

“So in the end they had to give up and confess their feelings to each other.” You smiled.

“Yeah.”

“How was Johnny? Did he seem happy?”

“Honestly? He looked terrified but at the same time the happiest I’ve ever seen him.” Colin explained.

“Aaawww, their baby is gonna be so cute! I love stories with a happy ending.” You smiled.

“I know, you love this romantic shit.” Colin chuckled, shaking his head.

You and Colin spent the rest of dinner casually chatting about your day, not mentioning last night’s conversation and you took your chance to really observe him.

Even with a tracksuit on he looked great, you found yourself staring at his ass when he got up to put the dishes in the sink and started to wash them, getting distracted for a second and not listening to what he was saying.

“I wash and you dry?” He asked you, pulling you out of your daze.

“Yeah, sure!” You jumped up on your feet and stood next to him, grabbed a cloth and started drying the dishes he passed to you.

You needed to pull yourself together before you’d say something embarrassing.

“Why are you so tense?” Colin asked you at some point and smiled when you looked at him with wide eyes as if you knew he caught you.

“I’m fine!” You replied, cringing at the high pitch of your voice.

“Sure you are...Oh! I almost forgot, Johnny and Genie are throwing a gender reveal party, or whatever is it called, this Saturday and we’re all invited, you included.”

“Aaaawwww that’s so cute!” You excitedly clapped your hand, almost dropping the glass you were holding.

“You seriously gotta tone down the excitement.” Colin reprimanded you.

“Never, I can’t! We must get them a present, right? I'll get something tomorrow! And of course something for the baby. Oh god, so many ideas.” You dropped the washcloth you were holding and ran to grab your notebook to put down some ideas, while Colin smiled again at your antics.

When Saturday arrived the two of you found yourself at Genie and Johnny’s gender reveal party.

You felt more relaxed now especially because Colin didn’t bring up your agreement during the past few days, he didn’t try to make a move or said anything about it so you felt confident he maybe forgot about it or didn’t take you seriously.

COLIN’S POV:

You tried to enjoy the dinner, ignoring the way Colin’s eyes were lingering on you more than usual.

You were wearing one of your short flowery dresses, that made you look so innocent and a snack ready to be devoured at the same time.

Colin couldn’t understand why men didn’t fall at your feet and beg you to praise them.

He’d do it, if he wanted a relationship.

Which he didn’t right now.

He was happy being single and not being tied up to anyone, he was jealous of his personal space and didn’t want to share it with anyone.

Besides you, he had no problem sharing his time with you.

But that didn’t mean anything, that’s how he felt for his closest friends and you were just one of them.

Colin obviously didn’t forget about your agreement but still wasn’t sure about keeping it up with it.

He was too worried you’d get attached and develop feelings, losing you was too big of a risk.

But at the same time, the idea of some random dude putting his dirty paws on you and mistreating you was a risk Colin didn’t want to take.

As usual, Colin decided to behave as he always did, improvise and follow his instincts.

Nothing could go wrong.

They’ll be fine, Colin thought while taking a sip of his beer before looking back to where you were standing.

Wait, is that Drysdale talking to Sexy? Hell no.

You didn’t see Colin arriving like a hawk when he noticed that Ransom was talking to you.

You were not intimidated by Drysdale, you’ve met him before a few times, he was arrogant and full of himself, not different from the men you often had to deal with at work.

“Haven’t seen you in ages.” Ransom said when he approached you, his flirty tone making you roll your eyes.

“Why? Did you miss me?” You replied.

“Terribly. I’ve got a new car, it’s a restorated vintage. A little jewel. Wanna come for a ride sometimes?” He asked you.

“What an honour, you think I’m worthy?”

“You are babygirl, even more when you’ll drop that loser of Shea and start hanging out with me.”

“I heard that.” Colin said while he approached you, possessively putting his arm on your shoulders.

“Good. See ya Y/N, gimme a call whenever you like.” Ransom winked at you before walking away, ignoring Colin.

“Asshole.” Colin muttered under his breath.

“Give him a break, we were just chatting.” Laughing and dragging Colin back to the table.

“Can you believe that Johnny is having a girl?” You asked Colin later that night, while the two of you walked up the stairs, directed to your apartments.

“Honestly? No. Still feels so surreal to me. They seem happy though, that’s the most important thing.” Colin replied.

“Yeah, they look so cute together, you can see how much they care for each other.” You pointed out.

“Well, they’ve been friends for such a long time.” Colin agreed.

“It’s not just that, something shifted compared to the last time I saw them. Tonight they seemed so…tuned with each other. I don’t know how to explain but there was a complicity that wasn’t there before. They already look like a family.” You explained.

“Sometimes it’s crazy how easily you can read people.” Colin pointed out while the two of you reached your floor.

“I don’t know, I’ve never thought about it.” You shrugged.

“It’s a great quality.”

“If only I could be so focused when it involves me, maybe now I’d be in a stable relationship.” You sighed.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, you just weren’t lucky.” Colin tried to console you.

“If you say so.” You leaned on your door, facing Colin who was standing in front of you, not moving.

“Listen, about that thing we agreed…” Colin started and you got ready for his rejection.

“You changed your mind. It’s ok, I understand. We’re friends and you don’t feel attracted to me.” You started rambling.

“Sexy, calm down.”

“No, I mean, it’s silly. It’s so silly.”

“It’s not silly to me.” Colin told you, while looking serious all of a sudden.

“Alright, what did you want to tell me?” You asked him, while you played with your keys and tried to avoid looking at him.

You felt mortified now and didn’t notice the way his face was nothing but mischief right now.

“Sexy, look at me.” Colin told you, forcing you to look up at him.

“Are you still sure about what you asked me or are you having second thoughts?”

“I…I’m worried.”

“About what?”

“Ruining our friendship, looking like an idiot, doing something so embarrassing you’d stop talking to me…” you started rambling again, frowning when Colin started laughing.

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me!” You told him, making him laugh more.

“Sorry! Sorry! But it’s funny you have such a high opinion of me.”

“You’re my friend, of course I think the world of you.”

“And I feel the same for you. So, believe me when I say that nothing you could do would make me stop talking to you. Not even if you bite my dick, I’m kinda into that.” He explained.

“Colin! Ew! Gross!” You told while trying not to laugh.

“Now, scratching that off, is there anything else that’s bothering you?” He insisted.

“No.” You replied.

“You sure?”

“Yes.” You confirmed.

“Good, kiss me then.” Colin told you nonchalantly.

“What? Me?” You panicked.

“Yes.”

“Uuuhh, now? Like this? I don’t…I mean…Why can’t you kiss me?” You insisted, extremely embarrassed right now while he seemed relaxed.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He smirked.

“Colin…” you whined.

“Hey, we’ll have to break the ice at some point. And nothing better than a friendly make out session with a friend to strengthen your relationship with them.” Colin explained.

“Oh really? Did you and the guys at the gym try this method often?” You challenged him.

“Sorry, but I don’t kiss and tell.” He stated, making you laugh.

“Are you sure you wanna kiss me right now?” You asked him again, making him roll his eyes.

“There’s only one way to find out.” Colin shrugged while not moving an inch from his position.

“Ok. Ok. I’ll do it. One kiss, I can do it.” You started muttering, more to yourself.

You took a few steps until you were directly in front of him.

Colin was smiling and that gave you more confidence.

Getting on your tiptoes while leaning with both your hands on his chest, you got closer to him until your face was millimetres from his.

God he’s so hot - you said to yourself, from this close you could clearly see the perfect features of his face, from the freckles around his nose to the blue of his eyes.

“Y/N?” He called your name, noticing you were spacing out.

“Alright, alright.”

You licked your lips and involuntarily shivered when Colin’s hungry eyes followed the movement.

You took a deep breath and slowly brought your lips closer to his until they were touching and every coherent thought left your brain.

You left a couple of innocent pecks on his lips until you both got quickly drawn to each other and the kiss got heated.

Colin quickly moved his arms so they were circling your waist, dragging you closer to him.

“Is this ok?” He whispered now, while your hands were flushed on his chest, gripping his sweater tight.

“mmh mmmhh.” You nodded.

“Good.”

Your hands travelled to the back of Colin’s head while you kissed him again before your lips parted and you welcomed his tongue in your mouth.

It was so different from any other kiss you had, Colin was so sweet and calm but at the same time he was devouring you.

You were loving this and from the low moan that came out from Colin’s mouth it seemed to you as if he was enjoying it too.

After what felt like forever you both needed some air so you detached while still being in each other's embrace.

Colin gently touched your forehead with his and the two of you stood there, catching some air.

“How was it?” You asked him at some point and he chuckled.

“A very good start.”

Colin looked at you then and you saw a look in his eyes you’ve never seen before, he was in his seductive mode and for a second you felt your legs giving up on you.

Right after his lips were on yours again, another kiss, with more purpose and confidence, he let you take the reins for a bit but it was clear he liked to be in charge.

“You wanna get in?” You asked him when he stopped kissing you.

“Whoa, calm down Sexy, at least buy me a drink first.” He laughed.

“No, I mean…I thought…You mentioned our deal and then the kiss and I…” You frowned, slightly confused.

“You thought I’d have jumped in your bed immediately? No honey, there’s some things you need to properly experience before having sex. And I expect you to ask any man you’ll meet in the future to take care of you the way I’ll do. Promise me?” Colin told you, serious like you’ve never seen him before.

“I promise.” You softly smiled at him and felt slightly emotional at his thoughtfulness.

“Good, let’s go get some sleep now.” Colin told you while softly caressing your cheek, before detaching himself from you and walking to his door, getting in while you scrambled with your keys and managed to get inside, leaning on your closed door right after you were in.

“Holy shit, I’m doing it.” You said to yourself, taking a deep breath, unaware that Colin, in his apartment, was doing the exact same thing, the taste of your lips still burning up on his.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: after talking to your colleagues and a new friend it’s time to take a step further in your relationship. (A cute couple we know very well makes an appearance 💚)

Warnings: fluff, kissing, praise kink, a couple of swear words, talk of insecurity, SMUT (fingering, handjob, oral sex m-rec).

MINORS DNI - DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT +18. I DON’T ALLOW MY STORIES TO BE COPIED OR REPOSTED ON OTHER WEBSITES.

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SERIES MASTERLIST

“Alright, I think that’s all for our weekly meeting. I think we touched all the topics in order, right? Is there something else you wanted to discuss?” Your boss Paula asked you and your colleagues.

“Not really, can’t think of anything else.” You replied, checking your notes.

“Actually…there’s something I think we need to discuss.” Your colleague Julia intervened.

“Yes, go on.” Paula invited her to talk.

“Y/N hasn’t updated us on her relationship with the sexy pilates god and it hurts my feelings.” Julia explained, trying to be serious.

“What?” You exclaimed, looking up from your notes.

“I agree!” Jane intervened.

“Paula meant anything related to WORK. Not my personal life.” You complained.

“Well, gotta be honest, I’d love an update.” Paula shrugged.

“Not you too.” You sighed, looking at your boss.

“You’ve been dating that sexy adonis for three weeks now, you gotta tell us something! Give us some naughty juice!” Julia insisted.

“No I don’t! I don’t have to give you any juice!” You replied, outraged.

“Is he giving you some good juice?” Jane asked you then, wiggling her eyebrows.

“You are gross.” You pointed at her, while she shrugged, uncaring about your outrage.

“I mean, you can’t deny that we helped you, so you owe us something now.” Your boss pointed out.

“Well said boss!” Julia high fived her.

“Unbelievable.” You shook your head, your cheeks getting hotter and hotter.

“Come on! Spill something! Is he nice, is he naughty? How does he look naked? Is he big everywhere?” Jane started listing all her questions.

“I…I don’t know…yet.” You suddenly replied, effectively shutting up your friends.

“Wait? What do you mean by that?” Julia asked you.

“We haven’t…we haven’t done anything yet. Just some kisses. Nothing more. He’s being very respectful.” You explained.

“Oh.” Jane explained, visibly disappointed.

“Well, it’s a good thing he’s being respectful.” Paula tried to intervened.

“Do you want him to be respectful though?” Julia asked, observing your expression.

“Yeah, well. He knows I’ve got trust issues and I’m not exactly comfortable with my body and I’m sure he doesn’t want to overstep and make me feel uncomfortable…I hope.” You explained.

“What do you mean by that?” Julia asked again.

“Nothing…” you shrugged.

“Come on Y/N, spill the beans, it’s us.” Your colleague reassured you.

“I’m afraid he doesn’t want me like that. Maybe he’s not attracted to me in that way? Maybe he just likes to hang out with me but is not interested in getting further.” You explained.

You’d be lying if you didn’t think about it in the past few weeks. Curtis was amazing and he took care of you in ways nobody has ever done before.

Besides taking things further in the bedroom.

“Honey, he’s a man, they want all that.” Jane pointed out.

“So maybe he’s not attracted to me?” You asked.

“Don’t be silly, we all saw the way that man looked at you.” Julia reassured you.

“I agree, at your birthday party he looked as if he wanted to eat you.” Jane added.

“Then I don’t know what’s going on.” You shrugged.

“Have you tried to give him some hints?” She asked you then.

“Like what?”

“Wearing something sexy? Initiating something? I don’t know? Just jump on him for fuck’s sake!” Jane insisted.

“Oh right, of course, because being sexy is my main quality?!” You looked at her as if she was crazy.

“Well, I think the man is just trying to respect your boundaries and giving you time. He won’t try anything unless he knows you’re ready. So, either you wait or you do something to speed things up.” Paula explained to you.

“I’m not sure I want to wait anymore.” You confessed.

“I bet, I mean, did you see the guy? He’s delicious.” Jane said out loud, making you frown.

“Don’t look at me like that, you know I’m right.” She pointed at you.

“When are you going to see him again?” Julia asked you.

“Tonight, we have a party. One of the guys that works with him is about to have a baby and they’re throwing a baby shower.” You explained.

“Great, you dress nice, go out and don’t hold back. When it’s time to go home you invite him to stay over.” Julia told you.

“And then what?”

“You’ll invite him to sleep in your bed this time, instead of the couch.” Jane pointed out.

“Honey, you’ll know what to do once you’re alone with him. Let it happen naturally.” Paula added.

“Or unzip his pants and get on your knees, that will give him the hint.” Jane said then, making Julia laugh.

“Btw, you mean one of the hotties is becoming a DILF? Which one?” Julia asked.

“Isn’t the golf instructor right?” Jane asked, slightly panicked.

“No, Johnny Storm is the one who’s having a kid. And by the way you need to stay away from Drysdale.” You told Jane.

“Did you see him again?” Julia asked her then.

“Maybe…” Jane replied, smirking.

“I can’t understand, how can you like him? He’s the worst.” You told her.

“I know.” She dreamily sighed, smiling at you.

“I’m not getting in there. I have to go.” You muttered and got up from your seat while the others followed you, still smiling at the ridiculous interaction.

It was 7pm sharp when Curtis knocked on your door.

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, happy with your outfit.

You tried to listen to your friends and dared a bit more with your clothes, opting for a short skirt with a low cut sweater, tights and high boots.

You usually wore less revealing clothes but tonight you needed to see if Curtis really wanted you.

“Hi Curtis.” You opened the door and smiled at him.

“Hi Cookie.” He smiled back and you didn’t miss the way he immediately looked at you from head to toe.

You decided to be brave tonight so, the second he walked in, you got closer, leaning against his chest, circling your arms around his neck and kissing him.

His appreciative hum and the way he circled your hips with his arms keeping you close made you think he liked this so you deepened the kiss, Curtis immediately responding.

Your evenings recently often ended up with some intense make out question, the low lights and privacy of your living room helping you feeling more at ease, while usually at the beginning of the night you felt more shy and opted for a peck on his lips.

But not tonight, tonight you wanted more.

Curtis seemed to be on board because he kissed you back as if he wanted to steal all the air from your lungs. He was a great kisser and you couldn’t help thinking about all the other things he could do to you while using that talented tongue.

The two of you detached when air became a necessity but remained entangled in your embrace.

“Hi Cookie.” Curtis said again, seemingly a bit overwhelmed.

“You said that already.” You chuckled.

“Sorry, you kinda made my brain melt with your welcome.” He replied.

“Sorry.”

“Oh no, don’t apologise. You can melt my brain anytime you want.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. You look beautiful.” He pointed out, pecking you on the lips.

“Thank you. I hope it’s appropriate. I know your boss is gonna be there…I can change if you think I should.” You told him.

“Don’t you dare. You’re perfect, as always.”

“Ok…I feel like you might be biased though.”

“And I don’t care.” Curtis said before kissing you again.

“We should go.” You laughed at the way he pouted when you stopped kissing him.

“Alright, let me help you with your coat.” Curtis said while grabbing it and helping you put it on, sneaking another peck on your lips before giving you his hand to grab and walking with you outside.

The dinner party was fun, you enjoyed the company of Curtis’ friends and felt at ease like you rarely felt.

Around the end of the night, they guys started making bets with each other on how many push-ups they could do, so now the competition was in full swing.

You watched as Curtis was now challenging Johnny and were doing your best not to drool at the sight of Curtis toned muscles struggling against the tight black shirt he was wearing.

“Are they always like this?” You asked Genie, who was now sitting next to you.

“Yep. They can’t resist.” She smiled while watching the scene.

The others were now yelling and cheering at the two men on the floor but you couldn’t care less, you were too focused on Curtis.

An involuntary sigh came out of you when, in an attempt to show off, he started doing push ups on one hand.

“Yeah, I get it.” Genie whispered in your ear and when you looked at her she had a knowing smile on her face.

“I wasn’t…I mean…yeah I was.” You said, defeated.

“It’s fine and I totally get it. Johnny being hot as hell is what got me in this mess.” She chuckled while pointing at her bump.

“I barely know how to function around Curtis. He’s…he’s SO MUCH while I’m so insecure.” You confessed.

“Hey, everyone has a different rhythm and you needing a bit more before letting yourself go with him doesn’t make you wrong. And he knows it. Johnny told me that Curtis is head over heels for you.”

“That I still cannot explain.” You sighed, looking back at him.

“Why not? You’re awesome!” Genie insisted.

“Thank you, you’re awesome too. I mean it.” You smiled at her.

“So, speaking of more juicy things…I think you should know that, between his studies on meditation and yoga, Curtis also did some studies on tantric sex.” Genie winked at you.

“What? How…how do you know?” You felt your palms starting to sweat.

“He told the guys and Colin literally can’t keep a secret for more than 5 minutes so he told me at the first occasion. Johnny was not happy.” She laughed.

“Oh..” you tried not to panic, failing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to be rude… I thought…” Genie apologised.

“It’s ok. We’re just not there yet. We’re not anywhere to be honest.” You confessed.

“Oh. Hey, nothing wrong with that. Johnny and I are taking things slow too.” She assured you.

“And how’s it going?”

“Want the truth? Really bad, I’m horny as hell. Like, all the time.” Genie confessed while staring at Johnny.

“Thank you for saying that. Because between you and I? I’m terrified but I’m also starting to go crazy. I mean, god, he’s so…so hot. Sometimes I just want him to grab me and tear me into pieces.” You said in all one go.

“Wow.” Genie looked at you wide eyed.

“Sorry, I overshared.” You covered your mouth with one hand, feeling embarrassed.

“No no! Don’t say that!”

“What should I do?” You asked her.

“Honestly? Follow your instincts. For once try not to think too much. Do you trust Curtis?”

“Yes.”

“Then let him take the reins. He’ll make sure you’re safe and well taken care of. He’s a good guy. But you already know.” She smiled at you.

“I do.”

“Good, so let the guy give you some good orgasms. You deserve it.”

You were about to reply when your attention was diverted to Curtis and Johnny who were walking towards you.

“I won! Did you see?” Johnny asked Genie, all giddy.

“Did you let him win?” She asked Curtis.

“Yes.” Curtis nodded while smiling.

“Liar! Wanna do another set? I’m ready!” Johnny said, about to take his shirt off this time, making you all three laugh.

“Nope, that’s enough. I gotta spend some time with my girl now.” Curtis told them, before leaning and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah, I think we should wrap it up and go too. I’m kinda tired.” Genie told Johnny and he nodded, immediately running to grab their stuff and getting ready to go.

“Thank you for the chat.” You told Genie while you hugged her before leaving.

“Keep me updated.” She replied.

Curtis held your hand while the two of you walked out the restaurant and smiled when you told him about how much you had fun, loving the way you seemed so happy.

He drove you back home and walked you to your door, ready to give you a goodnight kiss and leave.

But this time you had other plans.

“Curtis?” You said between kisses.

“Mmmh mmh?”

“Do you want to…stay the night?” You tentatively asked him.

“You know I do.” Curtis smiled at you.

“Are you sure?” You asked him again.

“Yes. Although I hope I’m not getting the couch this time.” He joked, making you laugh.

“No couch this time.”

“That’s good.” He said, before kissing you again.

You unlocked your door and walked in, Curtis right behind you.

That’s when you started feeling nervous, what are you going to do now? Grab his hand and drag him to your bedroom? Get something to drink? Start on the couch? Ugh, why were you so silly?

“Cookie?” As if Curtis was able to read your mind, he looked at you slightly concerned.

“Sorry.” You just told him, not knowing how to voice your insecurities.

“Hey, none of that.” Curtis reassured you while walking closer and hugging you from behind.

You let yourself relax in his arms, leaning on him and closing your eyes, taking a deep breath.

“What’s the matter sweetheart? Tell me please.” Curtis whispered in your ear.

“I’m stupid.”

“That’s a lie and you know it. Tell me the truth.”

“I want to…take things further but I’m so incapable of being sexy.” You told him, defeated.

“That’s another lie.”

“I’m not good at being seductive.” You insisted.

“You are, believe me and you do it naturally without even trying. Which drives me crazy.” He whispered in your ear, goosebumps erupting on your skin.

“Now you’re the one lying.” You chuckled, embarrassed.

“You think?” Curtis asked while the palm of his right hand travelled south to your belly and he pushed your ass against his bulge.

You gasped at the feeling of his very evident hard on.

“I’ve been walking around for most of the night with this, and I couldn't even take off my coat. All because of you.” He told you.

“Oh god.” You sighed and leaned your head back on his shoulder when he grinded against your ass a bit harder.

“You know I’m here for you, don’t you? I’ll do whatever you want. I know you need time and I’ll give you how much time you need. But don’t doubt, when you’ll be ready, I’ll make sure you’ll be taken care of, thoroughly. Do you believe me?” Curtis asked you while leaving kisses on your neck.

“I do, it’s just that…you haven’t touched me and I thought you didn’t want to.”

“Oh my sweet Cookie. I’m so sorry I made you think that…do you want me to touch you?” He wispered in your ear.

“Y-yes.”

“Do you want me to touch you now?” Curtis asked you while he lulled you in his arms.

“Yes.”

“You just need to ask.” Curtis delicately grabbed your chin making you turn your head and kissed you again, before grabbing your hand and walking with you to your bedroom.

You observed him while he took off his sweater, remaining only in a black shirt and dark jeans.

Suddenly the fear of having to take off your clothes hit you again and made you regret your choices.

You were not ready for that yet, you were such an idiot, now you can’t back up, Curtis will get mad.

“Cookie?” Curtis dragged you out of your thoughts again, walking closer to you and caressing your arms.

“Still sure?” He asked you then.

“Ugh, I hate myself.” You sighed while leaning on his chest, letting him hug you.

“Well I don’t, I like everything about you and I hope one day you’ll agree with me.” He softly reassured you, making you smile.

“How can you be so perfect?” You asked him.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He sweetly smiled at you.

“Stop it.”

“Tell me what’s going on sweetheart.” Curtis asked you then, turning serious and still holding you close.

“I really want to take things further, but I’m still scared of…being too exposed. And it’s not your fault because I know you’d take care of me, it’s just…it’s me.” You explained.

“There’s nothing wrong with needing some more time you know, that’s why I’m following your rhythm. I want you to be happy with me.”

“I am.”

“Good.”

“But…also…it’s embarrassing I can’t tell you.” You said while you hid your face on his chest.

“Honey, nothing you’ll say will be more embarrassing than walking around in public with a hard-on because your beautiful girlfriend kissed you.” Curtis said, making you giggle.

“I…I’m really turned on by you and I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted you to touch me. I just, I’m not sure I can go further now.” You looked up at him, feeling safe while looking at his kind blue eyes.

“And what’s the problem? You’re the one who makes the rules here. I mean it.”

You smiled at him again and hugged him tight.

“So, my sweet Cookie wants me to make her feel good?” Curtis whispered in your ear, making you shiver.

“Yes, please .” You whispered back.

Curtis leaned back at little and caressed your face before kissing you again.

You were now walking backwards and didn’t realise what Curtis was doing until you saw that he positioned you in front of your full length mirror.

You didn’t move while he turned around and stood right behind you, holding you close again like he did before in the living room.

“Keep your eyes open Cookie, look at yourself while I make you feel good.” Curtis instructed you and you nodded.

“Words.” Curtis insisted.

“Yes.” You replied.

“Good girl. If you want me to stop, at any moment, you tell me ok?”

“Yes.”

“Now relax, lay on me sweetie, I’m gonna make you feel good.”

You obliged and leaned on Curtis chest enjoying the way his lips travelled from your head to your neck until he reached your shoulder, leaving wet and warm kisses on your skin.

You sighed at the way his hands caressed your side until they reached your breasts.

It was hard to contain your moans when he grabbed both your breast and delicately squeezed them, his thumbs teasing you sensitive nipples.

“So beautiful. Can I touch under your shirt sweetie?” Curtis asked for permission, as if you’d have said no.

“Yes, Curtis.”

You weren’t prepared for the feeling of one of Curtis' warm hands on the delicate skin of your breast.

Ha caressed your left breast so gently while his other hand was splayed on your lower belly.

“You’re so soft Cookie, drives me crazy.” He told you.

“Curtis.” You sighed.

“Does it feel good? Focus on the feelings of my hands on you.”

“Yes.”

“Can you touch somewhere else now?” He said while taking his right hand out of your sweater.

“Yes.”

“Show me where.” He let you grab his hand and you tentatively directioned it right over your centre.

“Want me to touch you there sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

"Want to come on my fingers?”

“Yes! Please Curtis.”

“Of course, whatever you need. Remember to breathe and relax sweetie, no need to be tense.”

“Ok.”

You tried to relax and enjoy the feeling of Curtis right hand moving under the band of your skirt, inside your tights and finally reaching your underwear.

The first touch of Curtis on your skin made you shiver and instinctively close your eyes.

“Still ok?” He asked you before moving further.

“Yes.” You quickly replied, opening your eyes again.

“Look at yourself in the mirror sweetheart, look at the way I make you feel good.” Curtis instructed you and you obliged.

Curtis sinked his fingers further in your panties and you sighed when he traced your slit before separating your lower lips and started to slowly rub your sensitive nub.

His touch sent electricity through your body and you struggled to remain composed.

“Eyes on me.” Curtis ordered you and you complied, staring at the two of you while his hand moved lower and he started inserting one finger in your heat.

“So soft and warm everywhere, of course you are. My sweet Cookie.” He praised you while he moved his fingers in and out of you.

When he reached a particular deep spot inside of you, the moan that came out of your mouth was unexpected and made you instinctively cover your mouth with your hand.

“No no, none of that. Be a good girl and let me hear you. Let me know if I'm making you feel good.” Curtis words made you move your hand to your stomach where he covered it with his.

“Ready for another one?”

“Yes, please Curtis.” You begged him.

“Ok, I want you to focus solely on me, on the way my fingers feel inside of you. Can you do that for me sweetie?” Curtis asked you.

“Yes.”

“Such a good girl. Now we’re gonna start having fun, my sweet Cookie.”

Before you could reply, Curtis sinked a second finger inside of you and started moving them at a regular rhythm while his thumb brushed your clit.

It felt good, too good and you were feeling yourself getting close.

You desperately wanted to close your eyes and abandon yourself to the feeling but, at the same time, you wanted to make Curtis happy so you kept looking at the mirror.

Your breathing and the squelching sound of your wet centre would have embarrassed you if you still had a functioning brain.

You were so desperately close and couldn’t control your body anymore when you grabbed the back of Curtis head and pulled him closer, crashing your lips to his in an outrageous kiss, all tongue and teeth.

Curtis on his part, started squeezing your left breast again while his right hand kept fingering you faster and deeper now.

“How does it feel sweetie? You feel good?”

“Curtis! Yes! Don’t stop!” You moaned, giving him more purpose.

“Come on Cookie, I know you’re close, give it to me.” His encouragement only ignited more fire in you until you let go, allowing your orgasm to explode.

You finally let yourself lay back with your head on Curtis shoulders while he kissed your cheek and rewarded you with words of praise.

“You’re so beautiful my sweet Cookie, you did such a good job.” He repeated while his fingers were still inside you, moving slower now and accompanying you during the aftermath of your orgasm.

When he delicately took them out, you whimpered and could help staring at him when he brought both fingers to his mouth and sucked them staring at you while he did it.

“Sweet as sugar, of course.” He said making you giggle and turn around letting him hold you in his arms.

“Are you ok?”

“I can’t feel my legs.” You confessed.

“Wanna lay down on the bed a little?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Come here.”

Curtis helped lay on your bed, taking off your boots so you could lay comfortably, when you made grabby hands at him he smiled, taking off his shoes and laying closer to you.

He held you close, apparently calm, but when your knee brushed his still evident hard on, you felt bad for the guy.

“Curtis, want me to?” You asked him.

“You don’t have to, don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” He sincerely smiled at you, making you melt at how generous he was.

“But I want to.” You told him.

And you weren’t lying, you were so turned on right now you were desperate to see him come for you. You needed to know you could make him feel good the same way he did for you.

Swiftly you moved your hand to his belt, hoping he wouldn’t stop you.

“Cookie, I meant it when I say you don’t have to.” He insisted.

“And I mean it when I say I want to. I want to make you feel good.” You slightly pouted at him, making him smile and caress your cheek.

“You already make me feel good.” He caressed your cheek and you knew he wasn’t lying.

“Don’t try to be smart now, you know what I mean.” You replied making him chuckle.

“You know I’m going crazy for you to touch me?” Curtis became serious and you felt your already ruined panties getting even more wet.

“Ok, relax now.” You quickly unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them with his underwear, marvelling at his beautiful cock.

It was so hard and big, his red tip already wet with precum that you couldn’t help licking your lips at the sight.

You tentatively traced the outline of it, before circling it with your hand, teasing the tip and giving it a first tentative stroke.

You enjoyed the way Curtis grunted and looked back at his, noticing how he was staring at the movements of your hand.

You started stroking him at a regular rhythm and then realised you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to have a taste.

Curtis looked at you confused when you moved and got on your knees next to him.

“Cookie, you don’t have to…” his words died in his throat when your mouth enveloped his cock.

It felt so good in you mouth and you couldn’t control yourself anymore, so you started taking him further in, bobbing your head with gusto.

“Fuck, fuck. Cookie, it feels so good. So good.” Curtis praise only made you try more.

When you circled his tip with your tongue, Curtis was done for.

“Cookie, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” Curtis tried to warn you in case you wanted to move but that wasn’t your intention, so you stayed there, taking everything he was giving to you, his moans and whimpers music to your ears.

When he was done you sat back on your knees and smiled at his blissed out face.

“Come here sweetheart.” He motioned to lay next to him and you complied, his mouth on yours the second you close.

“Was it ok?” You asked him between kisses.

“Ok? Just ok? Fuck, you destroyed me Cookie, you are a gift from heaven I swear. You’re perfect.”

“Stop it.” You giggled when he started kissing you all over your face.

“You gotta let me bury my head between your legs, I need it.” Curtis told you then, his eyes filled with want.

“Next time, I promise…I…not yet.” You replied, still scared to get naked in front of him.

“Ok, whenever you’re ready. Remember, you make the rules. And I think it got pretty clear tonight, fuck.” Curtis laid on his back and stared at the ceiling, making you giggle again.

“How about we get some sleep now?” You asked him, while he tucked himself back in his pants.

“I might sound like an idiot but, please don’t throw me out now, not sure I’ll be able to remember the way to my house.” Curtis' exhausted tone made you laugh out loud like you rarely do and kissed him again, before reassuring him he was welcome to stay the night.

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Oh this is going to be so messy and goooood, can’t wait!

CHAPTER TWO

Pairing: Personal Trainer!Colin Shea x Female Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: talk of sex, inexperienced reader, fluff.

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Colin’s face lit up when he arrived at the tenants’ meeting and saw you sitting in the corner, an empty seat next to you.

He knew you kept a free spot for him because that’s what you always did.

“Hey!” Colin whispered while sitting down.

You looked up and smiled at him.

“What did I miss?” He asked you.

“Well, 3C complained about someone throwing their garbage in his spot. He blamed 5A and they asked how they knew. He said that he rummaged through their garbage and saw some receipts with their name on it. 5A called him a stalker and they started arguing until they got separated.” You explained.

“That’s gross. But entertaining.” Colin pointed out.

“Yeah.” You chuckled.

The two of you spent the rest of the meeting giggling and silently judging your neighbours until it was over and you could leave.

“You got plans tonight?” Colin asked you while the two of you walked up the stairs.

“Yeah, I have a work thing.” You replied.

“Boring.”

“Actually it’s supposed to be some sort of party. One of our older coworkers is retiring so they organized this gathering.” You explained.

“Oh that’s nice. Still boring though.”

“You’re not wrong…hey, wanna come with me?”

“Uuuhh not sure it’s my thing. Remember what happened last time?” Colin grinned remembering the time he almost got you fired.

“Just try to not flirt with my boss’ wife and you’ll be ok. Come on, I know I won’t get bored if you’re there!”

“Ugh…I don’t know…” Colin sighed, looking at you.

“Please?” You pouted, knowing he couldn’t say no to that.

“Ugh…alright! But I’m not wearing a tie!”

“Yay! Great! Jeans and a classic shirt it’s fine! Thank you! See ya in a couple of hours!” You hugged him and ran into your apartment, a big smile on your face.

Colin grinned and shook his head, finding it hard to believe how you managed to always convince him to do what you wanted.

“Wow, posh as usual.” Colin whistled while the two of you walked inside the luxurious restaurant.

“Yeah. I like this place.” You looked around and admired the beautiful venue, occasionally saying hello to your coworkers while you and Colin walked towards the open bar.

“What would you like to drink?” Colin asked while the two of you approached the bar.

“Champagne of course, since it’s free.” You replied.

“Clever girl.” He winked at you, making you roll your eyes.

“You gotta stop quoting Jurassic park.”

“Why? It’s like the best movie ever.”

“Of course it is.” You sighed.

“Y/N? Is that you?” A male voice, you easily recognised and haven’t heard in a long time, caught your attention, making you turn around.

You gasped at the sight in front of you.

Jasper, your crush/friend from college was standing in front of you with a big smile on his face.

Captain of the football team, grade A student and popular jock, you developed a crush on him during your first year when he asked you if you could tutor him for some classes.

Of course, nothing ever happened between the two of you. He was dating a popular girl and you were…well, you were you.

But he was a good guy and the two of you quickly became friends until you graduated and lost contacts.

“Jasper? Oh my god!?” You exclaimed, your high pitched voice making you cringe.

“It’s so nice to see you, it’s been such a long time.” Jasper smiled at you and walked closed, immediately hugging you tight.

He was still so buff and smelled like heaven, is it possible that he became even hotter with age?

“What are you doing here?” You asked him.

“I just got hired! I start on Monday but the boss invited me tonight so I could start meeting some coworkers.”

“Oh wow, well, I’m one of them!”

“No way!? That’s awesome! I guess we’re gonna work together at some point. Wow, I can’t believe it.” He brightly smiled at the prospect.

“Crazy, isn’t it?” You smiled and only then you noticed how Jasper was observing you attentively from head to toe.

Suddenly you felt self conscious and regretted wearing a dress.

“Gotta say Y/N, you look amazing.” He told you and you immediately felt your cheeks getting hotter.

“Oh…well…I guess…I mean.” You started fumbling with your hands.

“No, I mean it. You’re even prettier than you were in college and, believe me, you were really pretty back then.” He whispered, leaning closer to your face.

“Was I?” You asked him, finding it hard to understand if he was being serious.

Someone loudly clearing their voice behind you made you look over your shoulder where Colin was standing, glass in hand and a weird, almost annoyed, expression on his face.

“Oh! Sorry, so rude. Jasper, this is Colin. Colin, this is Jasper, we used to go to college together.” You introduced the two men who shook hands.

You noticed how Colin straightened his back and puffed his chest out as if he wanted to look bigger and frowned at his reaction.

What was he doing? He was usually so chill.

“Nice to meet you! I apologise for before, I didn’t notice you were with someone.” Jasper apologised.

“Oh! No no! That’s not! We’re not! He’s a friend, my neighbour. We’re not together.” You quickly explained while Colin remained weirdly silent.

“Oh, good to know.” Jasper flashed you a million dollar smile and was about to say something when you heard your boss taking the stage for his speech.

“I better go. I’ll catch you later, or Monday at the office.” Jasper told you, before waving goodbye and walking away.

“Oh lord.” You sighed before grabbing Colin’s champagne’s flute and taking a sip.

“You ok?” He asked you.

“Yeah, just a…a big jump in the past. I used to have a huge crush on that guy.”

“Mmmh. He seems ok.” Colin simply replied, grabbing another flute of champagne and taking a sip, while you directed your attention to your boss’ speech.

Monday rolled in and you found yourself at work, excited to see Jasper again.

You didn’t have to wait much because he waved at you a few times while the two of you got in and out from meetings.

Around lunch time you saw him approaching your office and felt suddenly 10yrs younger waiting for him in the library to study together.

“Have you got plans for lunch?” He asked you, flashing his gorgeous smile to you.

“No.” You quickly replied.

“Wanna grab something together?”

“Sure!” You smiled at him before getting up from your desk and walking with him to the cafeteria.

That’s how you spent every lunch break for the entire week, you and Jasper grabbed something to eat, chatted and laughed remembering the old days.

He was still the nicest guy ever, only more mature and even more sexy.

“Sorry if I’m too forward but I wanted to ask you this since the party.” Jasper told you at some point.

“Shoot.”

“Are you seeing someone?” He asked you.

“Oh? No.” You replied, a bit taken aback by the unexpected question.

“Cool. I wanted to ask you if you’d like to go out sometime.”

“As friends?”

“No, more like a date.” Jasper clarified.

“Oh.”

“So?”

“Yeah, why not. I’d love it.”

“Awesome!”

“Wait, aren’t you leaving for Dubai tomorrow?” You asked him.

“Yeah, I guess we’ll have to wait for when I’ll come back. I kinda wanted to wait and ask you later but I couldn’t anymore. I just wanted to make sure you knew what my intentions were.” He explained.

“Noted.” You smiled, a bit overwhelmed.

Before you realised it, it was movie night again and Colin was as usual strolling in your apartment.

The two of you chatted as usual and got comfortable on your sofa watching the movie but Colin could sense that something was bothering you.

“You ok?” He asked you at some point.

“Yeah, sure. Why?”

“You seem distracted.”

You didn’t reply and just sighed, hating the fact that you couldn’t hide anything from Colin.

“Colin? Is that proposition about you helping me with my…uh…intimacy problem still available?” You asked him, trying to fight the embarrassment that was eating you out.

“Why?” Colin asked, suspicious of your sudden change of mind.

“You know that guy we met at the party last weekend?”

“Yeah.”

“He asked me out and I said yes.” You confessed.

“Oh, you don’t seem happy about it. I thought you liked him.” Colin pointed out.

“I do, I think. I mean it’s been such a long time. But we hung out a few times at work this week and he still seems like that good guy I remember.”

“So, it’s good he asked you out. What’s the matter?”

“I don’t want to screw this up. He’s not just a regular guy and…maybe I’m idealising him too much but I feel it will end up like always. He’ll find out I’m inexperienced and that we have to take things slow and will laugh at me and disappear.” You explained.

“I thought you said he was a good guy.”

“He is! I mean, I don’t know. I can’t be sure, can I?”

“When are you supposed to go out with him?” Colin asked you then.

“Oh, he’s actually leaving for Dubai tomorrow on a work assignment, he’ll be back in a month or so at least.”

“But he asked you out before leaving? Bit of a douchebag behaviour.” Colin scoffed.

“Why would you say that?”

“Well, because…what if you meet someone while he’s away?” Colin asked you.

“I haven’t met anyone in all these years, I doubt that the man of my dreams will knock on my door tomorrow.” You chuckled.

“So you want me to help you get some experience before he comes back?” Colin asked.

“Yeah, so I’ll feel a bit more confident.” You explained.

“I still think that if a guy cares about you he wouldn’t find your inexperience a problem.”

“And maybe he won’t, but I can’t take the risk. I understand if you changed your mind or don’t feel like doing it. It’s ok, I won’t…” you started rambling while Colin observed you.

“I’ll do it.” He suddenly announced.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Colin shrugged as if it was nothing.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I told you, if it’s important for you I’ll help you and make sure you feel safe.”

“Thank you Colin.” You basically threw yourself at him and hugged him tight, making him chuckle.

“It’s ok.”

You sat back on the couch, looking back at the tv for a second but struggling to focus on the movie.

“Colin?”

“Yeah?” He looked at you, as if nothing happened and you envied how carefree he was.

“Are you sure this won’t ruin our friendship or make things awkward?” You asked him

“It gets awkward only if we want to.” Colin shrugged.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, why aren’t you?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed.

“Look, I’m pretty sure of our friendship and I’m not the type of guy that falls in love. So I’m pretty chill. You though…” He smirked.

“Me what?” You frowned at his cocky expression.

“Not sure how you could prevent falling in love with me, I’m pretty great.”

“And modest too. You think I’ll fall in love with you? Please, I’ve known you for 5 years and I’m still fine. So, don’t worry, you’re safe.” You scoffed, pretending to be outraged by his accusation.

“Let’s see if you’ll say the same after I’ll go down on you.” Colin whispered, you barely hearing what he said.

“What?”

“Nothing, can we go back to the movie? Edwin or what’s his name is getting his ass kicked and things are getting interesting.” Colin told you, making you laugh.

“Alright.” You sighed, getting comfortable again and laying your head on his shoulder, trying to stop worrying.

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The nickname is so perfect! Love this addition to the personal trainer AU that you’ve created. I can’t wait to read more of it!!! 💕

CHAPTER ONE

Pairing: Personal Trainer!Colin Shea x Female Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: You have a problem and maybe your neighbour and friend Colin might be the solution.

Warnings: talk of sex, inexperienced reader, fluff.

MINORS DNI - DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT +18. I DON’T ALLOW MY STORIES TO BE COPIED OR REPOSTED ON OTHER WEBSITES.

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It was already late at night when you dragged your tired body up the stairs of your apartment’s building.

Another day of working late followed by an awful first date. 

This time the guy lost all interest when you made it clear that you weren’t sleeping with him right away. 

“Maybe it’s me. Maybe I should be more free spirited.” You said to yourself while you reached your floor.

Before you had the time to think about another cringey detail about the evening, a female voice, coming from your neighbour’s apartment, interrupted your thoughts. 

Based on the screams and moans that were coming out from that woman's mouth you couldn’t figure out if she was enjoying it or not.

It was especially hard for you to figure it out since you’ve never screamed like that because of a man. 

“Dammit Colin. Can’t you take a night off?” You cursed at your neighbour.

It’s not that you didn’t like Colin, he was a great guy and an amazing friend.

Since you met, more than 5 years ago at this point, the two of you quickly became good friends and you had nothing bad to say about him.

Colin works as a personal trainer in one of the most exclusive gyms in the area, he’s very committed to his job, he’s always in good spirit and genuinely kind. 

His only flaw? He’s a womaniser.

The man had so many hookups you lost count at this point, almost every night he came home with a different woman and every morning he hid in your apartment, until said woman left, to avoid awkward conversations about a second date. 

He was free spirited, a bit of a slut and, from the cries of satisfaction you could often hear from your apartment, you imagined that he was really good in bed. 

You forgot to mention that he was also hot as hell. 

A more than 6ft tall Adonis, with biceps bigger than your hopes and dreams, a dashing smile and big blue puppy eyes he always used to lure women into his trap. 

While you tried to unlock your front door, you frowned at the woman’s high pitched screams and scoffed at how ridiculously fake they sounded. 

“No way a man can make you come like that.” You said to yourself and got into your apartment, ready to crash in your bed and sleep until morning.

The morning after you woke up even more tired if possible, the disappointment from the night before still hitting you. 

You stirred and yawned, before getting out of bed and walking to the kitchen, in desperate need of a coffee.

Still half asleep, you walked near your couch and didn’t notice anything, until a voice made you shriek and jump on the spot. 

“Morning Sexy, I made coffee already.”  

Colin, your slutty neighbour, casually said while he laid on your couch, only in his underwear, long legs splayed on it and his huge arms bent behind his head.

Sexy wasn’t your real name, but he called you like that since the first time the two of you met on your shared apartment’s floor.

Your apartment was the number 6C and he jokingly kept calling you using that letter and number since you met. 

Although, you kept mistakenly hearing him calling you “sexy” instead of 6C so, the third time it happened, you got mad and called him pig, until you realised your mistake and apologized.

He found it hilarious and being his usual cheeky self decided to call you “sexy” from that moment. 

Your friendship evolved after that, but your nickname never changed.

“Fucking hell Colin!” You told him while you were still clutching at your chest. 

“What?” He asked, confused, as nothing happened.

“One of these days you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” You sighed while you moved away and walked to the kitchen to resume a mug.

“So dramatic.” He rolled his eyes and jumped off the couch, joining you in the kitchen.

You poured some coffee in your mug and took a sip of it, while Colin grabbed some eggs and a pan. 

“How do you feel about avocado toast and eggs today?” He asked you.

“I like the idea.” You nodded and went to grab an avocado and a knife.

You and Colin stood next to each other, making breakfast as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

Thing is, it was natural for the two of you since you’ve done this a million times already. 

Pretty soon after Colin moved here, you found out he liked to escape from his apartment every morning after a hookup.

After he got locked out on the roof only in his underwear during a storm one time, you told him he could crush on your couch. 

In exchange he became your handyman, fixing anything that stopped working in your apartment and helping you carry your groceries or anything too heavy anytime you needed help. 

After a while it became usual to have breakfast together every morning and now, most of the time, Colin went to your apartment even if he didn’t have any hookup the night before, just to have breakfast with you. 

But he never told you and didn’t plan to do it. 

You also agreed on a way to let him know he couldn’t come to your apartment in the morning, in case you had a guy too sleeping over, but you never needed to use it. 

You never had guys over. 

The awful last night’s date was just one of a long list of your failures in the romantic department.

You were not good at it and despite not being a virgin, since you had terrible sex one time when you were in college, you had no experience. 

Colin probably thought you were a prude but was respectful enough not to ask you anything about it and you were grateful for it. 

“Hey!” You complained when Colin nudged you with his hip after he noticed you were lost in your thoughts.

“Where’s your mind this morning? I asked you twice if you wanted orange juice and you didn’t listen to me.” He told you.

“Sorry. Didn’t sleep well.” You shrugged.

“I assume the date didn’t go well.” Colin told you, frowning a little.

“Yep. Yours went well I suppose, at least from what I heard.”

“Sorry, she’s a screamer.” Colin smirked at you. 

“You’re gross.” 

“But I’m also a great cook.” He replied while handing you a plate with a perfect avocado toast and eggs. 

“Fair enough.” You shrugged and grabbed it, before walking to your kitchen table, Colin right behind you with his plate. 

“So, what was wrong with this guy?” Colin asked you. 

“It doesn’t matter.” You shook your head, not really wanting to tell him the truth.

“It does. Did he misbehave? Because in that case you just have to give me a name and an address and I’ll put him in his place.”

“Calm down, you already kicked someone’s ass this month.” You told him, reminding him of the story he told you about punching a guy who harassed their friend Curtis' girl. 

“That doesn’t count, it was a favour to a friend.” He pointed out.

“Right.”

“So you’re not gonna tell me?” Colin insisted.

“Nope.” You smiled while finishing your food and downing your coffee, getting up and putting the dishes in the sink. 

“Alright…you have work this morning?” He asked you then.

“Yeah, you?”

“Same…wanna grab some pizza tonight and watch a movie?” He asked you.

The two of you often spent time together so this wasn’t anything new. 

“Yeah, why not.” 

“Cool, I better check if…Amy, Emily, or whatever her name is, left so I can get ready for work. Bye Sexy!” Colin smiled while gathering his plate, putting it in your sink and walking to your door, ignoring your disapproving stare. 

“Knock knock!” Later that night, Colin walked into your apartment with his spare key holding your pizza.

“Hi! I was just trying to pick a movie, do you have any suggestions?” You asked him. 

“Pick what you want.” Colin replied, cringing when he saw the smile on your face. 

“I mean, pick what you want besides Twilight!” 

“Too late!” You smirked. 

“We’ve already watched it a million times!” Colin complained. 

“Well, technically we watched the first one, this is the second one and it’s my favourite! They go to Italy and meet the oldest vampires ever and they fight and stuff…and then Edward…” You started rambling about it and smiled when you observed Colin pinching his nose.

“Alright alright! Put the damn movie on, let’s get this over with.” He sighed in defeat.

“Yay!” You jumped on your feet and clapped your hands as you always did when you were happy, enticing a smile from Colin.

The two of you sat on the couch and started the movie while enjoying your pizza. 

“Why is she depressed now?” Colin asked you while watching a scene a pointing at the girl on the screen.

“Because Edward left.”

“Who’s Edward?”

“Her boyfriend, the vampire, it’s the same actors of the first movie you know.” You sighed. 

“Oh, ok. Wow, she reminds me of Johnny recently.”

“Why?” 

“He and Genie had a fight and he hasn’t been himself since then. I don’t know what happened but he’s in shambles. Do you know that the other day he sat in the locker room in the dark for two hours before I found him?”

“Wow.” 

“Yeah.”

“Well, I guess it was just about time.” You pointed out.

“For what?”

“For him and Genie to confess their feelings to each other.” You shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“How do you know?” Colin asked you. 

“It’s so obvious, everytime we hang out with them they are in their own little world and Johnny only has eyes for her.” You explained.

“You’re not wrong.” 

“Took them long enough, but usually the people involved are the last to notice.” You shrugged.

“Notice what?” 

“That they’re falling in love.” 

“Have you ever been in love?” Colin asked you suddenly, catching you off guard. 

The L word was usually off limits with him.

“I- no. Never.” You replied.

“Me neither, I think.” He told you.

“I’m sure you will one day.” 

“I hope not, it sounds awful.” He replied, pointing at the screen and making you laugh.

“I’m sure it’s also nice. I suppose.”

“How is it possible that you never fell in love? I mean, me? It’s kinda obvious, but you seem like the kind of person who would take feelings seriously.” Colin asked you and you felt your cheeks getting warm from the embarrassment.

This was not something you wanted to talk about.

“I- i just haven’t been very lucky, I guess.” You tried to brush it off but Colin seemed focused on knowing more tonight.

“You haven’t told me yet why your date didn’t go well last night. You usually told me, but this time you didn’t want to.” He pointed out.

“Ugh Colin, why are you so pressed about it?” You sighed.

“Because if you want to keep it a secret it must be something bad.” 

“It’s not bad…just…embarrassing.” You confessed, exhausted.

“Embarrassing? For whom? You or him?” You saw him frowning and couldn’t understand why he was so interested in this topic.

“Me.” You confessed.

“What’s the problem then? It’s me, you always tell me when embarrassing stuff happens to you.” 

“This is different. We never talked about this and I’m sure that you’ll make fun of me.”

“Only if it’s something funny.” He pointed out earning a murder glare from you.

“Joking! I’m joking. Come on Sexy, we’re friends. You know I’d never judge you.” Colin added, serious now.

You took a deep breath and realised there was no point in lying again. 

“The date went downhill when the guy suggested we spent the night together and I said no.” You told him all in one go and saw rage quickly painting Colin’s features.

“Fucking knew it! Did he harass you? Did he force you? Gimme the name!” 

“No! No! Calm down! He didn’t do anything. The problem was not that I said no, but my explanation.” You added.

“I don’t get it.” 

“I…” You took a deep breath before you continued “I told him I was not sure when and if I’d have slept with him.” You explained while Colin looked at you confused, not getting where you were going with it. 

“I am not really experienced in that department and I’m not sure how long it would take for me to get comfortable with a guy enough to get further.” You said in all one go. 

“There’s nothing wrong with that. If someone cares about you they would wait.” He told you, completely serious now.

“Someone like that is not easy to find.”

“Are you…have you ever…?” Colin asked.

“I’ve had sex once while I was in college.” You confessed, no point in hiding the truth now.

“Oh, ok. And why haven't you again?” 

“Because it was disappointing, the guy didn’t really care. It was fast, uncomfortable and I felt nothing. It was not something I cared about experiencing again. And then I finished my degree, started working, the years passed and here I am.”

“Mmmh.” Colin nodded but didn’t say anything.

“It’s embarrassing I know, you can laugh at me now.”

“Why would I laugh at you? I just feel bad that you had your first experience with someone that awful. I can go get him and kick his ass too, you know.” He said, making you laugh.

“Stop threatening to punch every man that disappoints me.” 

“Just saying.” He shrugged.

“So, now you know.” 

“May I ask something? When you said - you felt nothing - you mean…” 

“I didn’t have a…I didn’t….” You tried to say the word, too embarrassed to say it out loud.

“...An orgasm. And after that?” Colin finished your sentence and you envied the way he was so confident about it.

“I did, yeah, I took the matter in my own hands…literally. Although I’m sure it’s not the same when someone else helps you.” 

“It’s definitely not.” Colin admitted.

“Is it better?” 

“Much better.”

You sighed again and silence fell between the two of you while the movie was still playing, the character’s dialogue a faint sound in the distance.

“Sorry for making our evening weird.” You told him. 

“You didn’t make it weird. It’s just that…you’re great. And you’d deserve someone who worships you. I mean it. I just don’t understand…you’re pretty and you’ve got men hitting on you. It’s not like you didn’t have any chance.” 

“You’re a man. You can’t understand.” 

“Then explain it to me, please.” Colin insisted.

“I don’t think I could go further and overcome this block I have with someone I just met. I need it to be with someone I trust, someone I got to know beforehand, someone I know won’t judge me and will have the patience to go at my pace. And a man like that it’s not easy to find, especially when you're 30yo.” You explained.

Silence fell after you finished talking, you were feeling way too embarrassed to even look at him but felt Colin’s eyes on you.

“I could do it.” Colin suddenly said, as if it was nothing. 

“What?!” You exclaimed, looking at him with wide eyes. 

“I could.” He confirmed, shrugging as if it was nothing.

“Colin, please be serious.” You chuckled.

“I am. You’re one of my best friends and I care about you like crazy. I’d rather be the one introducing you to sex rather than some douchebag you just met.” He explained, unusually serious.

“I didn’t tell you so you’d have pity on me and decided to do some charity. I don’t need this, I can go in with my life the way it is.” 

“What pity? I’m not…that’s not why I suggested it. I just think I’m the best candidate.” He pointed out.

“Oh really? Mr. humble over here.” You scoffed. 

“I know you can hear the ladies that spend the night with me.” 

“Yeah and I’m sorry but I’m pretty sure that half of them are faking it.”

“They’re not. Trust me.” He smirked. 

“How can you be so sure?”

Colin smirked again and leaned closer to you.

“Because I ask them what they want and I give it to them. Every. Single. Time. What they want, the way they want it.” Colin reassured you, his stare serious and voice dropping lower. 

A chill ran through your spine and you started to see why all these women fell at his feet. 

You needed to throw him out before you agreed to this crazy idea and ruin your friendship forever. 

You lived next door and Colin was allergic to feelings so there was no way you’d let anything physical happen between the two of you. 

“Alright now Casanova, let’s put this topic aside. It’s silly and there’s no need to make it a big deal. Let’s just forget I said anything. Can we finish watching the movie?”

“Yeah, sure. Already forgotten.” Colin reassured you, lying to both you and himself.

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enamel - coming soon

Just a little excerpt because it's been a while...

ransom drysdale x female reader

enam·​el • to beautify with a colorful surface

inspired by summer walker’s ‘i’ll kill you’. which, give it a listen and you’ll get the gist of where this will go. this was inspired by summer walker's 'insane'.

warnings: 18+ ONLY. DNI if you are a minor. Language, world building, mentions of past sex.

summary | if your marriage to ransom drysdale was a lit match, he’s the kerosene.

The vodka burns going down, warming you briefly before you pause, tears welling your eyes. Teaching a lesson shouldn’t be this painful, even if it seems like you’re the one getting hurt in this process. Your phone is turned off, your location deactivated before you had even left the venue. Your fingers tighten around the glass, the urge to throw it against the wall overwhelming, just to watch the flash shards explode over the marble flooring.

This relationship isn’t healthy. Linda has advised you time and time again that there’s a hold you both have on each other, untouchable and electric, where you know exactly what buttons to press and so does Ransom. He’s gone too far this time, flirting a little too long for your liking that made you fantasize of how the sound your palm would be on her overly blushed cheek.

He wouldn’t be smiling after that, would he?

Scoffing, you shake your head, knowing the answer. He’d be turned on at the jealousy, heady in the air when you’d push him away. Your fingers roll into a fist at your side, downing the rest of your drink before placing it carefully on the counter.

You could pick up the phone, turn it on and listen to his wrath, his threats of what is going to happen when he gets his hands on you. It’ll always end in an intense bout of sex, him going as deep as he can so that you can feel him days later just by the way you walk, the scratches you leave on his back that you can see hours and even days later.

Hurt people hurt people.

That’s never been truer when it comes to you and Ransom.

But knowing that Colin is waiting downstairs, for anything you need, the temptation thumps between your ears. You’d never do anything to truly hurt Ransom but there’s enough you can do to make him think you did.

And maybe that’s enough to get him back for the disrespect you esperiencd earlier.

Pouring yourself another drink, you take another sip for courage, smoothing out your dress. You’re hungry, after all.

One little dinner won’t hurt.