#He deserved that shit because he had the head on all night and the club was HOT! And there was no airconditioning đ
Okay, so vampire Eddie is a pretty standard trope at this point, but may I offer...Twilight vampire Eddie who is absolutely pissed off about his sparkly existence?
Eddie actually isn't that old, he was turned in the 80s when he was around 20. He lives with his small and not only vampire family. There's patriarch Wayne, his partner Scott who always becomes a teacher no matter where they move, Claudia Henderson and her son that have been with them ever since Scott noticed Dustin being unusually quiet in his class and soon after, Wayne kicked out his abusive father.
The problem with living with a smart man who loves educating people and a man who never received the education he deserved is - they take school really, really seriously. Whenever they move, Eddie usually has to re-join high school, it's all "just so that you have some socialization! Also we need to be able to blend in, so look around and see what's normal with young people! Also I'm pretty sure some of the stuff we know is now obsolete or disproven, so make sure to tell us!". And Eddie loves Wayne and Scott, he really does, but he had trouble blending in even when he was alive, so now? Impossible. As for gathering information, Eddie has been trying for decades to explain to Wayne that even if becoming a vampire healed the wounds from the lynching mob, it didn't do shit for his ADHD, so there. Wayne finds Eddie banging his head into a desk one day and chanting "WHAT-THE-FUCK-IS-TIK-TOK?!"
So yes, Eddie hates being a forever highschooler, but it also means he can run DnD clubs everywhere he joins and he's not even lynched for it like in the 80s, so hey, progress! He gets mostly content with his existence, except that he's fucking sparkly and can't turn into a bat, so what's the point?!
But then a huge group of people moves from the close town of Hawkins, they had a really fucked up earthquake - Wayne told him all about it, he often volunteered in rescue and high risk works, and he's never seen anything like it - and their little town becomes way more crowded. There are high school freshmen just begging to be introduced to his club, Hellfire, although one of them is scary observant and Eddie is really sure that Jane knows he's a vampire.
And then there's Steve Harrington. A young man with the prettiest hair ever who joined Eddie's class, apparently he needs to repeat the last year too because if your school burns down, you can't take final exams. He's stupidly pretty, snarky, bitchy, and even though he could be partying day and night and spending the rest of his time on dates, he prefers to hang around with the freshmen. Lucas tells him one day that Steve got badly hurt when he was digging through the collapsed middle school, finding and rescuing their whole group, and well...Eddie respects that. Dustin absolutely loves Steve and maybe Eddie feels a bit jealous, but he has to admit - the guy is cool.
The problem with Steve Harrington is this - he's seen so much shit that nothing really fazes him. Eddie loves shocking people. Steve is unshockable. It becomes their little game, they get close, Eddie realizes he has an embarrassing crush, all that jazz. He tries dropping hints, he slurps his bloody lunch from a bottle that has a "THIS IS DEFINITELY TOMATO JUICE AND NOTHING ELSE". He wears a cape. He adopts a horrible Dracula accent. Nothing works. Steve always just laughs and tells him that he's weird and that's why he likes him.
Finally, Eddie has enough. They walk in the woods to get high, Eddie decides to break the ice, he scoops up Steve, does his whole dashing-through-the-woods thing, and he hopes that he can finally share his secret with Steve.
Except Steve just pats his back and says "Wow, that was cool, man! You'd be amazing at track. Great core strength too," and Eddie's head implodes.
"Okay, Steve. Don't you think there's something rotten here?" he tries.
"I mean, it's the woods. Of course there's something rotting all the time."
Eddie tries again. "You've noticed something strange, haven't you. I'm inhumanly fast and strong."
"I sure didn't expect that! You must be secretly training. I didn't know this town had a gym."
Again. "My skin is pale white and ice cold."
Steve is watching a nearby squirrel instead of looking horrified. "Yeah, not all people tan great, Robin is like that too. And I told you, man. Your circulation is shit, you need better socks and some gloves too."
"My eyes change color."
"Yeah, I know, I do envy you that you can wear those cool contact lenses. My eyes are too dry for that."
Eddie is growing desperate, he's gesturing at the trees because Steve doesn't listen. "I speak like I'm from a different time."
"80s slashers will do that to you. You basically live on those. But I gotta admit that they're pretty fun. Oh look, she's got an acorn! Clever girl!"
"Very clever. Also I never eat or drink anything."
"Hey, I'm not judging. Some people prefer one or two meals in a day instead of the whole five meal thing."
Eddie feels like howling and he isn't even a werewolf. "I. DON'T. GO. INTO. THE. SUNLIGHT."
Steve's eyes finally leave the squirrel. "Duh. We've already established you can't tan."
And Eddie's had enough. He tears off his t-shirt, marches directly into the sunlight and throws the biggest tantrum of his life. "STEVEN HARRINGTON. PAY ATTENTION. I am 20. I have been 20 for a while now. You know what I am, right? I am a vampire. So ask me the question, what do we eat? That wasn't a fucking tomato juice Steven!!!"
Steve just watches him with quiet amusement, as if he's waiting for something.
Eddie doesn't notice. His monologue is reaching its most dramatic part. "I've killed people before! I'm the world's most dangerous predator!"
Steve snorts. "I saw you trip over your own feet in the cafeteria."
"Not the point!"
"You told a waitress "you too" when she told you to enjoy your meal."
Eddie actually howls now. "THE POINT IS." He spins in the sunlight and sees the reflections of light off his skin. "I wouldn't have minded becoming a vampire, but let me tell you. Being stuck in high school forever? Sucks. Craving chips and throwing them up whenever you try them? SUCKS. And thinking you've become the legendary creature of the night when you're a glorified glitter mascot?! And you can't even fly?! DOUBLE SUCKS."
He points at his bare glittering chest. "THIS THE SKIN OF A FUCKING DISCO BALL, STEVE!"
Steve just laughs and gets up from the tree stump he was sitting on. "Thanks for sharing. I was kinda hoping you'd finally ask me out since this is the first time we've had some privacy, but this was interesting too."
Eddie's sharing mania suddenly stops. He realizes he's shirtless in the middle of the forest, and his yelling has scared off the squirrel. He promptly grabs his shirt and puts in on. "Um. You...you wanted me to ask you out? Because I totally want to do that. Yep. But I thought it would have been unfair to ask you before I told you-"
"That you're a vampire? Dude, I know."
Eddie blinks once. Then again. "Excusemewhat?"
Steve smiles at him and touches his hand. "Look. After what happened in Hawkins, I know the smell of blood. I knew it wasn't tomato juice. Also I've accompanied the kids to enough monster flicks to know."
"Oh." Eddie licks his lips and doesn't really know what to say. "Um. What...does that mean for us?"
Laughing, Steve grabs his other hand too. "Definitely two things. One - you can and should kiss me. Two - you can stop wearing that cape. I got your point."
"Oh okay. Cool. Will do. Both."
And since Eddie Munson is a vampire of his word, he does.
(Wayne is absolutely delighted that Eddie is dating, he watches sports with Steve and discusses the pros and cons of Steve becoming a paramedic. Scott helps Steve with some of the subjects he's struggling with. In return, Steve works with Robin to find a makeup brand that is fully sparkleproof, giving the vampires a chance to walk in the sunlight again. And sometimes, he helps them answer the questions that have been plaguing the Munson-Clarke-Henderson household for years...such as: what is TikTok?)
(oh and also. Turns out Steve really thought Eddie was wearing creepy contact lenses. That one aspect of vampyrism he found very cool)
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hey girl! i was wondering if i could order a drink? i was thinking a dirty flirtini with Oscar with the prompt "the fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me" - maybe it's the first time oscars been really bold and she's surprised but definitely not complaining - or you can make something new!
also holy shit 10k congrats you deserve it and so much more ily <33
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23. "The fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."
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Oscar would never consider himself a big drinker, Australian stereotypes be damned.
A big part of that was the fact he never really had a chance to drink or party. Despite what people assumed about the lavish life of a Formula One driver, nine times out of ten, he was too tired to even keep his eyes open on the elevator ride up to his hotel room, let alone go out to a club after the race. He wasnât even sure how some of the other drivers managed to do it.
However, it was the race weekend just before summer break and it seemed like he didnât have much of an excuse but to go out with the rest of the paddockâespecially with Lando threatening to drag him out of his hotel room to do so.Â
And honestly, he hadnât planned to drink much that night. He thought he would nurse a few drinks over a couple of hours, show his face for a decent amount of time and talk to a couple of people before he could sneak off.Â
That plan quickly went down the drain when Oscar noticed you were hanging around the McLaren group for the night and the nerves had him chugging down drinks far faster than he should have.Â
Next thing he knew, he was drunk and giggly and, because the universe was against him, left alone with you.
If he was sober, it wouldnât have been that bad. Oscar had gotten pretty good at hiding his obvious feelings for you, considering he had been doing as much since his first day. He thought it was a fleeting crush, one that would disappear as the season continued.Â
Unfortunately for him, it did not. And even more unfortunately for him, it seemed like drunk Oscar didnât have the same control over the words leaving his lips.
âYou look really pretty today,â was the first thing for him to blurt out.Â
You turned to face him in the booth you both were huddled in. You raised your brows in surprise, but there was a smile on your face which was a good sign for him, at least.Â
âJust today?â You teased.
âNo,â he said, so definitely as he shook his head in response. âYou are pretty every day. I always think it. I just donât say it. Which is stupid because I should tell you but I donât want you thinking I am some weirdo who just stares at you all day. But Lando says I am already.â
âI wouldnât think you are a weirdo, Osc,â you reassured him.Â
âI like the way you say my name, too,â Oscar mumbled out, leaning his head against the back of the booth as he turned to look at you. âLike, so much better than when anyone else says it. I think everyone else should be banned from saying it because it will never sound as pretty as it does when you say it.âÂ
Your grin widened. âYouâre really talkative tonight, Iâve never seen you like this.â
Oscar blinked. âDo you want me to shut up?â
You opened your mouth, but he bet you to it.
âBecause the fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me,â he blurted out. And this time, he at least had the decency to look flustered by his own words.
Your palm felt warm when it landed on his arm. âAnd if I donât want you to shut up?â
âUh,â Oscar cleared his throat. âYou can still kiss me, if you want. I wonât complain. Like, at all. If anything, I would probablyââ
But he never quite got the chance to finish what he was saying. Not that he really remembered, not when you had placed your lips on his and every coherent thought disappeared from his brain.Â
âYeah,â he murmured against your lips. âTold you it would shut me up.â
You laughed, smiling fondly. âI happen to quite like your rambles, Osc. Just as much as your kisses.â
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warnings: coarse language. wc: 793
[the amnesia card always declines]
If there's one thing Joshua Hong has above all else, it's the audacity.
If there's two things, it's the audacity and the most grabbable, stupidly defined, makes-you-wanna-bite-into-them man tits you've ever seen in your godforsaken, miserable life.
Well, okay, maybe that counts as three things. Whatever.
"Oh my fucking god," you hiss, ducking closer to the coffee shop/bakery's table and hiding your entire head with both arms. "What is he doing here?!"
Soonyoung, the least subtle person you know (but you've given up on fixing him at this point) turns 180 degrees in his chair to watch the loser posing for a "totally casual" photoshoot outside. He hums in understanding, putting his hand under his chin like an experienced detective. "He must've seen your instagram story."
"He doesn't even follow me..."
"Oh, he's following you, alright." Soonyoung turns back around and stabs his fork into his strawberries 'n' cream croffle.
You glare at him over the pastries on the table. "Very funny."
"I know I am," he says with a dumb smile that says your sarcasm was not effective! "When are you going to stop holding your stupid grudge?"
An offended scoff escapes you. "It is a completely reasonable grudge, for your information."
"What, you being mad at him for...kissing you at that party?"
"For smooshing that stupid pretty face on mine at that party then acting like it never happened!" You slap your hands on the table, but as soon as you spot Joshua outside start to turn his head, you duck back into hiding.
Soonyoung points his fork at you. "He was drunk."
"So was I," you argue with a sneer. "But I remember everything-- especially you being the reason we had to cut the night short because you started drunk-crying and I had to take you home."
Suddenly capable of shame, Soonyoung scoots forward in his chair and leans over the table. "Have I mentioned that I love you and you're the best friend in the world?"
"Whatever, buddy." You roll your eyes. "Just remember all the shit I've done for you when I'm the one crying in the club."
"Crying in the club?" echoes Joshua--
Joshua?!
Your soul escapes your body entirely and jolts back in a nano-second. "Holy fuck--" You put a hand over your racing heart and send a death glare to the smug offender. "You scared the shit out of me!"
Joshua just smiles that stupidly pretty smile and, damn it, you're supposed to be ignoring this jackass.
"Sorry," he says, but he doesn't sound sorry at all. "Are you free?"
Making a face, you look over at Soonyoung, who just shrugs, then back at Joshua. "...Right now?"
"Right now is good." He nods in thought. "Or later today. Or tomorrow. If not, then the day after that. You've been avoiding me."
You force your shoulders to relax and avert your eyes. "No I haven't."
Joshua's expression suddenly goes solemn, which you notice because, shit, you started looking at him again. "Did I do something?"
At that, you scoff, crossing your arms and shaking your head in disbelief.
"Seriously. That party... I don't remember much, except that I've barely seen you since."
"Don't play the amnesia card on me, Josh. It's so tired."
His brows furrow, and your stupid fingers want to massage the hurt look right off his forehead. As if the dumbass deserves it.
"It's not amnesia," Joshua says. "But it's fuzzy. I can't tell what really happened that night or what was just my dream."
"Really? We're talking dreams now?"
He shrugs, crossing his arms, which fold just underneath those stupid, huge pecs... "I happen to dream about you a lot."
"Mmhm... Sure..." Are they bigger than the croffles? The melon buns? The... "Wait-- what?"
Joshua smiles, and you just know he caught you staring, the little shit. "I said, I dream about you a lot. Kiss scenes included."
Your jaw drops, maybe to the floor, but you can't be bothered to check. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Soonyoung make a perfect circle with his mouth before he hurriedly asks the barista if they serve popcorn.
"Joshua Hong, you..." Standing from your chair, you fist the collar of his fleece sweater in both hands, primed to throttle. "...are so fucking stupid."
Then somehow, even though you're the one who pulls him in, he's the one who takes your breath away.
When your lips part, though, you open your eyes while his stay closed, and he leans in again.
"Wait," you say, halting him with the one word. "How did you find me here?"
Wincing, Joshua peeks just one eye open. "Please don't be mad at him."
You whip around, but the bell over the shop's door is already tinging, and Soonyoung is dashing across the street like his life depends on it.
Good, because it does.
"Kwon Soonyoung! You are so fucking dead!"
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Im back on my supernatural shit, can you please do TFW + Gabe and anyone else you wanna do reacting to finding out the reader had a dirty dream about them?
Author note: Me too Boo, me too. I added lucifer, just cause I wanted too. Hope you enjoy! I also switched things up with gifs for each instead of one image for everyone. Lemme know which one you guys prefer.
Rating: M/18+
Please remember: that it is enough to exist as you are.
Dean
Youâve never seen a bigger shit-eating grin in all your life; he looks like he hit the jackpot.
No matter how much or how little you tell him, he wonât stop making jokes or bragging how bad you want it.
Dean I need you t- âYeah you do.â
Stop it! âBet you werenât saying that in your dreams last night.â
*Gesturing at something even remotely suggestive* âHey hey hey, did we do that?â
He promises to stop if you give him the full run down.
And when you do, heâs like Christmas came early.
All wide eyes and dopy smiles, occasional blushing.
Heâs got a million and one questions throughout, but the final and most is obviously: âYou wanna go at the real thing?â
Sam
Immediate shuts down for like 5 minutes. His brain has to comprehend and then reboot.
He wonât joke or make fun of you, at least not in front of other people.
But as soon as youâre alone, heâs got questions, lots of detail-oriented questions.
Heâs not outright asking what your dream was, just teasing you with meticulously detailed fantasies of his own posed as questions.
âDid I make you beg for it? Did you make me beg?â
âWere you completely naked, stretched out underneath me? Were my hands around your throat?â
âWhat did I say? Did I tell you I would ruin you? That you deserved it? Did you want me to?â
Castiel
Angels donât dream. Primarily because they donât sleep.
So, heâs not really sure what to make of this confession at first.
Queue the signature furrowed brow and head tilt.
âWhy?â
I donât know, I didnât do it on purpose!
âThatâs true. I suppose this is your mindâs subconscious way of informing you that you are sexually attracted to me."
Boy, he doesnât beat around bushes.
He would need time to stew on it from there.
It could be hours, days, maybe weeks before he brings it up again.
âI am curious about your dream.â
What dr- oh right.
âI am flattered. Should you be willing, I would like to discuss this more. For example, which of usâŠâ Â
Gabriel
You can sense the raised brows and the satisfied smirk before he even does it.
âReeeeeally?â
Gabeâs reaction is very similar to Deans, just like a Trickster in a candy store.
Only heâll wait to get you alone before he starts bombarding you.
If you wonât tell him outright, heâll keep guessing.
And every new guess is accompanied by a costume and/or scenery change.
âMaybe we filmed the newest instalment of casa erotica?â
âNo? Maybe you paid Dr Sexy a visit?â
âMile high club?â
âNo? Kinkier? You into a little BDSM?â
Iâll let you fill in the visual blanks. đ
Lucifer
His reaction is a lot more subdued.Â
That doesnât make it any less dubious. You can feel the smugness radiating off of him.
Heâll ask earnestly enough to start out.
âDo you want to tell me about it?â
When you refuse, he doesnât push. Doesnât joke, or tease.
But the smile he keeps giving you.
The way he watches you, totally engrossed but poised, is enough to drive you crazy.
When he finally asks again, later on, in that low, relaxed tone:
âAre you sure you donât want to tell me all about your dirty little fantasies?â
Temptation really is his game.
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Thirsty ÂĄ!
pairing: taesan x reader.
warnings: +18, smut, cursing, unprotected sex (please don't), kinda rough so yeah.
summary: where taesan was so tired of watching you from afar and simply decided that it was time for him to make you his, not knowing you already had your eye on him.
note: this was sitting in my drafts since two weeks ago because i was listening to taemin (cunt legend) but i didn't manage to finish it or edit it until today so there we go. if you see any typos, no, you didn't.
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your skin was glistening, your eyes shut closed while your hips moved at a torturing rhythm, a smile placing on your lips when you felt the hands of your partner trying to hold on for dear life to your waist.
it was saturday night and you were so tired of the week you had on college that you just decided you deserved some fun. your boyfriend cheated on you, you failed the test you were studying for because of how disoriented you were and your parents said they were coming home this weekend.
yeah, well shit. if life had something to tell you might as well say it and stop making your day a day a living hell. it was treating you like you were the one who ate the fucking apple to begin with.
but you forgot about everything for tonight, your drink in hand, your hair sticking to the side of your face while you grinded against a stranger in the club. you were back to his front so when you felt his hands getting down your skirt you finally snapped, getting away with a sly smile, denying with your head before drunkily walking to the bathroom.
it was late when you saw the time in your phone, over 11 o'clock already and you had to get back home by your own since, for obvious reasons, you didn't have a boyfriend to take you anymore.
you layed against the wall of the bathroom stool and tried to light a cigarette to bring you back to your senses, failing miserably when you couldn't even light the freaking lighter.
all it took was a second for you to look up with confusion filling your sore eyes, watching the door open and close and a man right in front of you. you're not gonna lie, you almost freaked out and tried to runaway before the guy grabbed your arms and made you look at him.
"taesan?" he softly nodded, smiling at you when you did, relieved to see him there and not some stranger. "i didn't know you were here"
"yeah, me neither" your eyes met his for a second before you looked away, feeling too dizzy to take in the feeling you got. "do you have someone to take you home? i know you broke up with jaehyun"
"he cheated on me" anger was so present in your words that taesan almost backed up.
"i know, i didn't say it because of that. do you want me to take you home?" his hand went to your hair, moving the strings off your face and taking one of your hands when you didn't answer. "you shouldn't be alone like this"
but you were not THAT drunk. you knew taesan, jaehyun's friend who was always quiet in a corner, black clothes making him look paler than he already was and a mischievous little smile that actually made you feel uneasy when he had his hair throwed back just like he did right now. the platinum strings being almost impossible to see due to his black hair on top.
he was cute, undeniable, he was tall, smart, charming and quiet, everything you liked in a boy and yet you dated jaehyun, the loudest mf ever who ended up cheating on you.
at least jaehyun was not this intimidating. but you were starting to think you didn't really mind him being this scary.
his feline dark eyes looked into yours, his tongue licking his lips slowly and remaining between his front teeth for a second when he noticed you staring.
"hey, y/n, you good? did you smoke something?" you shaked your head to deny and also come in your senses. "you zoned out for a sec there"
"can you take me home, min? i don't wanna be here anymore"
the boy just nodded, holding your waist when he helped you out of the bathroom stool and out of the bar, walking you to his car with so much patience you actually wanted him to hold you like this forever.
he sat you at the passenger's sit, putting the seatbelt on and closing the door before going into the driver's side and turning the car on to go.
"can i put so music?" you asked, he just nodded.
"you can use the pad" his head signalled at the car's board, you immediately moving to put on something and kill this silence before it killed you both. "if you need some help- or not"
"i got it" and there was already music being played, 'thirsty' by taemin being the background music of the ride and it seriously got you feeling some type of way when taesan just gulped. "you know this one?"
"who doesn't" he mumbled and you could tell that he got kinda nervous when the lyrics started playing. "it's a really good production"
"yeah, he's also so hot" and the boy just looked at you for a second before facing the road once again. "don't you think?"
"i mean, he's a men you know, i like girls"
"but you have eyes, he's really hot, isn't he?" taesan didn't answer nor looked at you, causing your lips to pout before you placed your hand on his thigh and moved it a little bit to get his attention. "yah, i'm talking to you"
"y/n, stop doing that" was all he answered. "get your hands off me"
"why are you being like this?" you said back, your eyebrows now frowned and your arms crossed in top of your chest, facing front as taesan was while you kept saying "it's not like you didn't insinuate to me before"
"what?" his voice sounded confused and offended, his eyes looking for yours but getting nothing when he watched the road again. "i never insinuated to you"
"you did a few moments ago, in the bathroom"
"i-"
"you also did it during the pool party we had at sungho's, during leehan's birthday, that day after jaehyun and i had that argument during our monthly anniversary and even during that festival where you asked for my number"
and you were right, taesan couldn't defend himself anymore. it wasn't intentional, he knew his limits as you had a boyfriend, but he couldn't help the subtle touches he would leave in your hands, the looks he gave you and the way he talked to you. it was very obvious coming from a boy like him.
"you have them numbered"
"i counted all of them while waiting for you to finally come out to me like a man" you said "i know i was dating jaehyun and all but you could've at least told me about it"
"about what, exactly?" his hand finally moved to join the other one in the wheel, pulling over and stopping the car to look at you with the dim light of the night "i don't even know what is this, how could i tell you about it?"
you make me thirsty.
it was painfully obvious that you were playing games with him right now when only a soft laugh answered his questions, the frustration being legible in his face when your hand reached out to his thigh, leaning closer before saying against his lips:
"you can tell me about how much you want me" you whispered, being so close to his lips that he could feel your breath, the alcohol smell filling his nostrils before he licked his lips. "how hard i make you while wearing those type of clothes"
this time your hand moved to his clothed cock, effectively feeling the bulge under your fingers and laughing at the way taesan seemed to be so affected right now.
"don't do this to me" a whisper was all you got. "you know how bad i want you"
"then why should i stop? you're not making any sense, min-ah"
"i can't do anything with you here" he looked around, biting his lower lip and getting a grip on your wrist when you put pressure on his erection. "for fucks sake, quit it"
"or what?" you were trying to lead him on so bad, he looked so fucking hot and you just needed him, it was weird. it could be despair, it could be the alcohol in your blood, it could be many things, but taesan was there and you just couldn't hold back.
"you're such a flirt" he softly laughed, his grip loosening around your wrist, his hand moving to the hem of your skirt and it made you tense a little bit. "you make me so thirsty"
"i can handle that"
"can you?"
"bet"
"i don't know" he retracted his hand, leaning back on his seat and crossing his arms in top of his chest. "i don't like bets, i like sure things, can't you be straightforward?"
"i am being straightforward, dongmin, what part of me touching you wasn't clear enough?"
"what do you want?" was all he answered, side eyeing you before continuing. "if you can tell me then i might comply"
"i need you, please. i wanna suck you off so bad" dongmin's cock twitched at that, licking his lips softly before nodding for you to continue. "the way your eyes stare at me makes me wanna strip naked and let you fuck me so good"
"seems like you thought about it for a while"
"we've been having this teasingly tension for a while too, why are you surprised?"
"because you seemed to be very in love before" he grinned a bit before adding "i'm guessing love was not enough for you ambitious cunt"
and the way he cursed just made your breath heavier, your eyes staring into his and feeling your pussy palpitations accelarating when he smirked at you, that smug look in his face that just made you feel so inferior but in the best way ever.
so you couldn't hold it back when you grabbed his face and kissed his lips, immediately feeling his hands holding your frame, one going for the back of your hair and tangling his fingers there, moaning into your mouth like a little slut and instantly brushing his tongue against yours.
you were being restrained by the seatbelt so you pulled out for a second to unbuckle it, being met with his blushed face, his stained lips by your red lipstick and him softly panting while scanning you up and down, stopping you with a hand on your chest when you tried to kiss him again.
"didn't you want to suck me off a few seconds ago?" you would furiously nod, immediately trying to ponytail your hair with your bracelet but failing miserably. taesan helped you, removing your hands and making a grip there to keep your hair up "i got you"
so you just went with it, unbuckling his pants and urging to take his dick out of his underwear. you mouth watered at the sight, he had such a pretty cock, perfect length and girth, slightly pinkish due to the arousal, so hot to the touch and already covered in pre-cum so you couldn't wait another second when you leaned forward and gave it a taste, just the tip, a lick there before you wrapped your lips around it and felt him flinch.
when you finally took him in he dropped his head back on the driver's seat, opening his mouth and softly moaning, caressing your hair while he just let you do your thing, loving the warmth of your mouth around him, the way your cheeks sucked him and created that amazing friction that had him closing his eyes to, according to him, feel it better.
your head bobbed up and down, saliva dropping off the corners of your lips and staining taesan's underwear but he couldn't care less. the obscene sound of your mouth sucking him off fast and wet, your tongue lapping against his shaft and you moaning in happiness, you loved to have your mouth stuffed and to think it was with a pretty boy's cock made you even hotter, pressing your thighs together when you accelarated the pace.
"fuck, y/n" he whispered, his voice sounding so whiny yet deep, it was like he was trying so hard to hold it. "you're so good, such a good girl"
you just went faster and harder on him, engulfing him until you felt him in the back of your throat, his hips bucking up and making you gag, you tried to pull a little bit out but he kept you in place with his hands, looking down on you just to make eye contact and make sure you were doing fine.
"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry" he repeated but his moves didn't stop, you just staying there and letting him use your mouth, it felt so good, your eyes tearing up and saliva dropping off your chin, so dirty yet so good. "i'm cumming, y-you can- fuck, no" but when he tried to let you go to avoid cumming in your mouth, you didn't listen, taking the control back and furiously fucking your throat to bring him to the edge, using your hands to work on his length when you focused your lips on the tip. "don't- i- oh god, i'm cumming, y/n, please"
but before you could even do anything else, you felt the hot spur in your mouth, the way his dick throbbed in your tongue making your pussy even wetter than it already was. his hands loosening the grip in your hair and you sucking his dick clean before incorporating in your seat again.
he looked like a mess, being so sweaty, breathing rapidly and his limps rather numb on each of his sides, you could even hear him gulping and you enjoyed the way he liked his lips before pawning his eyes to you.
and you tried to talk, on god you did, but he held your cheeks, pressing on the flesh to pout your lips and softly kiss them before getting just a little bit away from you, enough so that he could see your eyes but your noses were still touching.
"let's get to the back" he mumbled "i need to fuck you, please"
"how bad?"
"what?" his voice was small, visibly flustered.
"tell me how bad you want me, taesan" you said this time, getting away from him and starting to remove your top and reveal your already hard nipples, watching him bite his lip "c'mon, pretty, i don't have all day"
and taesan quickly understood why you were with jaehyun, he knew the boy was a mess, a whiny little bitch when it came to having sex, he told him about it when they talked about the girls they fucked.
you were so demanding, you knew what you were doing and you were not shy of taking what you wanted. it made him feel so aroused, his dick filling with blood again when you just stared at him like he was a miserable virgin.
"i want you so bad, no, i need you" he started "i need to have your pussy around my cock so bad, please, let me fuck you"
he didn't even know he could beg like that until he saw the results of it, you signaling him to go to the back and sit there, spreading his legs open and you taking place in top of him right away.
your panties were throwed to a side and your pussy was wrapping around his cock in a second, you feeling the stretch and audibly moaning about how good it felt, he was definitely gifted. your hands were on his clothed chest and when his mouth started to suck on your boobs you lost it.
he was so desperate, so messy, sucking your hard nipples and moaning against your chest and his arms hugging your waist while you jumped on his cock.
it was so hot, so good, the windows fogging up after a few minutes and your hips rolling now, chasing your high while you throwed your head back. but it didn't even took you a minute to go back to the front, pulling his hair to get him off from your boobs and kiss him instead.
and he was able to feel you growing weaker, your hips getting sloppy, your moans dying in his mouth and he just had to help you. so he held your waist steady and lifted his hips up instead, fucking into you like a mad person, the wet sound of both your pre-cum and his resonating within the small space of the car, your right hand going to the window for a second before it slipped due to the fog, holding to taesan's shoulders for dear life while you rocked your hips against his.
you came faster than you expected to, shaking in his hold and detaching from his lips to let a moan out and hide on his neck, starting to cry out a few "oh my god, stop" when he kept fucking you through your orgasm, looking for his second high.
it was crazy, your pussy was so sensitive, your legs so weak, your back sweaty and his hard length pushing through your velvety warm walls. it was heaven, so he came shortly after you did, letting a sigh out when he noticed he did it inside of you.
"i came inside" was all he said when you looked at him after he finished. "i'm sorry"
"honestly" you started, brushing his hair out of his forehead and placing a sweet kiss on his lips, not missing how he closed his eyes and gave in before you pulled away again and continued "i would let you come inside every single time if it meant this will repeat itself"
"you're not mad?" you denied with your head "you don't even look drunk anymore"
"i'm drunk on something else now"
you both just laughed and got off each other, cleaning yourself with some paper tissues taesan had on his car, kissing a little bit more on the back of it before he actually drove you home.
staying with you overnight to cuddle and talk about things, talk about what was gonna happen with you both and simply coming to the agreement of knowing eachother better before doing anything else. taesan was the one who proposed that.
but don't get him wrong, is just that he knew that the differences between him and jaehyun were gigantic so you needed to get used to his lack of physical touch, his quiet self, the way he would be so shy yet mischievous at the same time, his jokes, the things he liked. he just wanted you to be sure before engaging with him because he has been waiting for his chance for years it seems (like five months) and he wasn't going to let you go that easily.
funny how you forgot your parents were coming over tomorrow and opened up the door with taesan hugging you from behind, both of your giggles coming to a stop when the elderly couple lifted their eyebrows and said:
"that's not myung jaehyun, y/n, are you cheating on him?"
let's say you had tea for your parents because the cheater was the someone else.
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The Transfer
Summary: You move to Barca.
Warnings: None I don't think
A/N: Google translated Spanish so I apologies if it is incorrect, hope you like it. Also as usual feel free to send requests, whether it is for this Series or for kid!readers, or something else. Hope you like it.
You run to Leah when you see her, and give her a massive hug, you missed her, camp was hard, especially the second last day. There was a conversation you needed to have with her, you didnât want to risk her finding out from someone else, so you decided to just start it right there and then in the airport.
âWe need to talk about something, Le.â
âGo to Barca.â
âWhat?â you exclaim looking up at her, surely you heard her wrong.
âGo to Barca, you deserve it Bug, youâre amazing, go to Barca, you can always come back, Arsenal will take you back in a heartbeat, any club would take you back in a heartbeat, but youâre not going to want to come back, and Iâll visit I promise, and we can put daily facetime calls in our calendar for the first few weeks. Call me whenever you need, Iâll pick up the phone. But the girls are lovely there, and you will have Lucy and Kiera.â
âWait, so youâre saying go? How did you find out?â
âOf course Iâm saying go, itâs Barca, and the finding out part, well Alexia messaged asking if I knew anything I said no, asked Lucy and Kiera and they were like âyeah she spoke to us about what the people were like, and the environment etc we thought you knewâ Millie then walked in and was like âGuyâs shit just went down at the Matildas camp, might want to check your sister is okay though Leahâ, Millie than told us what Sam told her and yeahâ
âSo, youâre not mad I didnât ask you first?â
âNo, Iâm proud, you asked the right people the right questions, you stood up for yourself, you manage to do some pretty hard ball negotiations, and you didnât let anyone make the decision for you, you stayed true to yourself, and Iâm proud.â
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âReady to go?â Lucy asks as your suitcases are loaded into the back of the car, you nod you had just played friendlies against the Lionesses in England, so at least the travel there was short, however the travel back to your club was going to be a bit longer, as you werenât returning to Arsenal but to Barca.
âI feel sick,â Kiera moaned as she came out to join you and Lucy.
âYeah, I told you to stop drinking, why do you think we didnât drink.â
âAh because she is still a week and one year underage, and you I donât know, because you donât know how to let loose and have fun,â Kiera replies. Last night some of your national and club teammates as well as some Leahâs national teammates had a party in your honour, to celebrate you going to Barca and to celebrate your Birthday, which was in a week.
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It was your first night staying at Lucy and Kieraâs and somehow it was conveniently team bonding night at their place. It didnât seem like a coincidence at all. You were really nervous to meet the team, they all knew each other already, this was the first time you were joining a team that you were completely new in, when you joined Arsenal you already knew the girls really well because of Leah, and then when you joined the Matildas you had Steph, Kyra and Caitlin, but this was different.
You had stayed quiet for most of the night, watching the game, trying not to draw attention to yourself, however that was all unravelled when Mapi sighed âEstĂșpido Ărbitro. Eso fue claramente una falta.â (Stupid Referee, that was clearly a foul)
âCasi fue tarjeta amarilla.â (almost was a yellow card)
Everyone heads turned to you, and their jaws dropped. âYou know Spanish?â
âAh, well a bit, mainly to do with the game, one of my Friendâs Dadâs is Spanish and they talk Spanish at home, especially when he is watching the game.â
âLeah never told me that,â Lucy remarked, âLeah doesnât necessarily knowâ âoh, so is this a friend or a friend.â
âLucy leave the poor kid alone,â Kiera told her off.
âSo it is a special friend,â âIs she, or he, cute?â âDo you have a photo?â the girls all asked at once.
âGirls, as Kiera said, leave the poor kid alone, she just got hereâ Alexia told them, they all shut up immediately.
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âOh, Bebita, whatâs wrong?â Alexia asks you as she walks into the locker room, you were slumped back in your locker, leaning against the wall, âcome hereâ, she says as she drags you up and brings you in for a hug, in which you broke, tears start to stream down your face as you try to get out of Alexiaâs grip, it was only your third day at Barcelona and yet here you were crying in front of your new captain. Alexia only tightened her grip at your actions cooing âItâs okay, Iâm here,â rubbing your back slightly. âHow about we sit down,â she sat down and pulled you into her lap, you rested your head on her shoulder, giving into her.
âI-I miss Le,â You sobbed into her shoulder.
âI know, its okay Bebita, weâre here,â Alexia could never understand completely how you felt but she could imagine, she could see how close you and Leah were which wasnât surprising considering you had been living with her for the past six years but leaving her and only seeing her through the phone was something you were struggling with, and the team had started to notice it, you were always slightly sadder when you re-joined the team after being on the phone with Leah.
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You woke up and looked at the clock, it was 9:00am, âshitâ you mumble to yourself, you sprung out of your bed before flopping back into it, after having the realisation that you didnât have training today, you had a game last night, which you played in, it was much tougher than the games at Arsenal, so you were exhausted.
It was only then that you took in your surrounds, there were balloons scattered around your room, and on the floor, there were little present signs with arrows. You quickly got yourself semi presentable before following the presents, they lead you into the living room, all your new teammates were there. âSurprise!â they all yelled whilst someone exploded one of those confetti guns, you were in fact surprised, you had been at Barca a week, you were expecting something low key with Lucy and Kiera not a whole team affair, âCome sit,â Lucy said tapping the empty section of couch between her and Alexia, as you walked over you couldnât help but notice the pile of presents on the coffee table, you had already received gifts from your family and arsenal teammates, so these had to be from your Barca teammates but you couldnât really believe it.
âYou got these all for me?â you questioned in disbelief.
âYes, they are all for you,â Alexia tells you before handing you a gift, âhere open.â
You eventually finished making your way through the present pile and thanked everyone profusely.
However, while you thanked everyone Alexia walked in with three more presents, these ones were quite heavy. âDonât open them yet, I just need to call someone,â whoever she was calling answered, and then she handed the phone to you, it was Leah and Lia, âHappy Birthday Bug! We may have some surprises for you, open the skinny rectangular one first. Itâs from Katie, she wanted you to have it on your actual Birthday, make it more specialâ you opened it up and grinned it was a whoop, âtell her I like it please, and that I said thank you.â
âWill do bug, now the smaller of the two remaining was Liaâs idea, but both presents are from usâ you opened the two gifts and at the sight of them tears left your eyes, âT-thank you,â your sister and Lia had just gifted you a new Mac Book Pro and a new iPhone. Ingrid moved closer to you and hugged you, knowing it was what you needed. After getting ready the rest of your morning was filled with fun festivities as the girls made sure to spoil you, however it was time to start getting ready to go out for dinner, so everyone returned to their own homes in agreeance they would all meet there, waiting for everyone to be there before they went in.
As you walked into the restaurant with the team Lucy whispered to you, âthere may be one more surprise,â she gestured her head over to the massive table in the restaurant, where two familiar figures sat, you couldnât control yourself and run over to them. âHi Bug, glad youâre happy to see us,â Leah said hugging you âwe missed youâ Lia said now hugging you.
âI missed you tooâ you said before you sat down between them, you were grinning from ear to ear. âHow are you here?â âOh, this was all Alexiaâs doing, she planned it all.â You looked over to you captain who winked at you, maybe Barca wasnât going to be so bad after all.
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Sometimes Tokyo is a suffocating place.Â
Rindou loves it, donât get him wrong. The various districts, various people, all milling about, some on phones talking fast, pushing through crowds that part unwillingly as they plough through, mothers and babies in prams and itâs loud, so loud, the tinny buzz of voices on top of each other and his head aches with the need for some silence.Â
He walks into the library on a whim, his headphones blinking red and drained of battery and the cool quiet interior is a welcome respite from the noise, the collar of his shirt clinging to his neck under his hoodie, the occasional wisp of blond blue hair curling around his ears as the air con blows a blast of cold air.
Once he had hidden here with Ran, between the aisles as a police car rushed past, the two of them hunched over and catching their breath, a long stare that petered off into giggles and laughs, the two of them young and still new to it all. Itâs a bit different now, a bit harder to get Ranâs attention since his Wife and child came along. He doesnât resent it, heâs happy for him. Ran has been the source of his safety for years, it would be selfish to keep him like that- to rob him of what he knows Ran deserves. Peace, something to lean on when he is too stubborn to lean on him.Â
Old habits do tend to die hard.
But he canât lie and say it isnât lonely sometimes. The days when he picks up the phone, types out a text to his Brother- the only person who was only ever a call away, a message away, a shout across the house- and imagines him juggling the throes of newfound parenthood, something he loves and enjoys, and having his little Brother clinging onto him still, this far into adulthood when Rindou thinks he should be able to stand on his own two feet and wishes it was easier to do so.
There is only so much music he can listen to, only so much he can drink alone, only so many clubs he can waste his time at before it bothers him- the strobe lighting, the flirtations of girls whoâll forget his name when the next hotshot with a wad of cash comes along, and maybe he flirts back for a time, just to throw out the napkin with their numbers on later because it ultimately means nothing to him when thereâs so little substance and he hates the idea of meeting someone like that- playing pretend because thereâs so little else to do.
Heâs angry that it seems so hard for him and he wishes he were a little lessâŠ.him at times. A little more like Ran, a little easier, a little less rough around the edges, the jagged and sharp points of him that are stubborn and unwilling to be smoothed down by time. If it were a year ago, heâd call his Brother now and theyâd drive at night and heâd feel a little less like heâs wading out to shore, a little more seen, a little less like heâs squashed between here and there and scrambling for something to understand.Â
Maybe he kicks at the ground then, and maybe he loses his footing and stumbles into you reaching up to get something from the shelf, you knocked sideways and him barrelling into you, one hand braced on the wall to stabilise himself, the other reaching for you to pull you to him instinctually.Â
âShit, fuck, Iâm sorry,â he says, headphones clattering to the floor, the wires corded around his hoodie, an avid crimson spillingacross his skin. âYou okay?â
âYeah, yeah, no Iâm fine, don't worry.â And you look up from where youâd bent to brush the dust from your legs with the beginnings of a smile. And maybe the light hits you at just the right angle, the sunlight dancing through the window, dust mites flickering in the golden glow- or maybe heâd touched your hand for a fraction of a second and it had been warm and soft or maybe heâs rationalising and something cold in him cracks a little but he smiles back and lifts a hand to rub at his neck with a trepidation that he curses himself for.Â
You laugh, awkwardly, a brightness around the edge of you that feels warm, that feels foreign and weird and genuine and he watches the reflection of himself in your eyes, bewilderment and confusion and an attempt at a lopsided smile when you retrieve his headphones from the floor, the two sides now coming apart in your hands.
âOh,â you say, a worried bite on your lip, the two sides of his now broken pair in your two hands. âGod Iâm so sorry, I can pay you for these-â
âNo need, it was my fault, Iâm the one who hit you.â
âNo, no, I was in the way-â
âYou werenât, I was just not watching where I was going. You donât have to pay for anything, they werenât that good anyway.â
He neglects to mention that they were his favourite pair, a set he bought a year back to kick off the DJ thing that never really went anywhere, because it was only ever just him and the kit, him and the music and maybe it was a lonely experience to not have anyone to share that with, long nights where the tinny sound of the music is somehow an ache in the otherwise silent house.
âYou sure?â You cock your head to the side, lifting the two halves. âThey seem really good quality. I canât pay for it all now but maybe-â
âDonât worry, seriously. I got a tonne more at home.â
You blink and he curses himself again inwardly, avoiding and resisting a sidestep on his feet in nervous apprehension. He sees then, your books scattered on the floor at your feet, and bends to pick them, resting them under his arm as he leans down before handing them to you gently, his fingers brushing yours on the underside and it makes his chest lurch when you murmur a quiet âthank youâ that heâs glad isnât lost on the reverberating drone and shuffle of feet in the next aisles over.Â
âOkay, I can get you a coffee? It doesnât quite make up but Iâd feel bad for not doing anything at all.â You turn to pack the books into your bag and he watches you, the ease with which you hand the two sides back to him and wait expectantly for his reply, the loud and disastrous crash of his heart that heâs convinced you can hear, the long and ample silence that has his tongue clinging to the roof of his mouth.Â
âYou donât have to say yes by the way- Iâm not trying to- you know, I just feel bad for breaking one of your things-â
His lips part. âYes, yes, IâllâŠ.â he chews on his lip, hands helplessly holding the broken headphones, the swirl of something that feels like desperation clouding the flecked hue of his eyes. âYeah, I think thatâll be okay.â
And it feels strange and different and new and terrifying when you grin brightly and pat his arm and the hollow of his throat beats with nerves, pink flashing across his cheeks and ears in a way that feels so utterly like a betrayal.
You hum, hoist a stack under your arm and the sun is out, streaming through the windows as you lift your bag over your shoulder. âOkay nice, Iâm going to go check these out but I'll meet you outside in ten?â
âS-sureâŠ.â he says, a whisper caught on his lips with a starved and suffocating breath, the dizzying euphoria, nerves and anxiety all rolling along his chest when he watches you leave with a short wav, the bag youâre carrying falling over your shoulder.
And maybe the pain is good this time, the sense of vertigo that has him bracing a hand on the shelf, a hand to his chest to rub at, slow and deliberate breaths to calm his racing heart.
Maybe this time, he feels a little less angry, a little less sad, a little more like something that feels scarily akin to happiness.Â
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Toxic. (m)
synopsis. You can do whatever but you just canât leave him.
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He knows that heâs too possessive.
His way of loving you isnât healthy at all.
But itâs just how he is. Youâve made him like this. Itâs all because of you, youâve put him in a trance. You have him so obsessed.
And he knows that heâs too toxic, jealous and suffocating.
But you canât leave him.
âYn.. how long is this going to go on? You know you canât leave me.â He sighs, you have your back turned on him. He sighs, he doesnât know how to deal with you.
He has tried everything.
Even blackmailing you, it doesnât work anymore.
âWhat is wrong with you?â Jungkook clicks his tongue. You have been like this for the past week hours since he and you had a pretty big fight, all because he didnât want you to go out with your friends.
He wasnât wrong about that. Clubbing with your friends at night thatâs just an invitation for trouble. He knows how men think. He wants to protect you. Thatâs not a bad thing, right?
Even if he has some fucked up ways to protect you.
âYn come on please. Stop it.â He whispers, sitting right beside you on the bed. You donât even budge. Itâs like his words are falling on deaf ears.
Jungkook scoots closer to you. He has to get you to start talking to him because heâs going insane. âlisten you just need to understand that I want whatâs best for you. And those friends of yours oh my God they are whores.â
He rolled his eyes. âand they want you to become one too.â He tells you, âbecause why else would keep on telling you to break up with me?â
when you donât reply , he gently slaps you on the shoulder. â I deserve better than this treatment.â oh, he is so frustrated. âlook at me.â He tries to get you to look at him by trying to make your body shift in his direction
âDONâT TOUCH ME.â he almost flinches at your loud tone, you finally turn.
âhonestly, I am so tired of you.â You spit at him. Your eyes glaring holes into his soul. But he doesnât mind at all. If anything, he resists to smirk.
â at least youâre looking at me now and even talking to me so I succeeded.â he shrugs, and takes his hands off of you.
â listen to me OK Iâm willing to apologize for my behavior, but you have to understand that you shouldnât go out to clubs or places like that especially with your friends.â he Gives you his best puppy eyes.
But they donât work on you, his old tricks donât work on you.
âPlease spare me this bullshit.â You roll your eyes at your toxic boyfriend. Jungkook look at you with wide eyes. â OK stop cursing at meâ he groans, he feels so offended right now.
âitâs because of your fucking friends that youâre doing this to me.â heâs starting to talk in pout. You look at him like heâs grown two heads
You look disgusted .
âitâs not because of my friends Jungkook! Oh my God itâs because of you you are overbearing and fucking possessive!â You raise your voice once again, your eyes are filled with anger.
âI am tired of this. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TOO INSECURE BECAUSE YOU DONâT TRUST ME.â
You are so angry at him, that youâve started to use your hands to elaborate . â how can I be with a man that doesnât even trust me, and sabotages my social life, talks shit about my friends and locks me up in the fucking house?â You furrow your eyebrows together.
He just sits there and listens to you . Heâs missed your voice so much it doesnât even matter about what youâre saying heâs not even paying attention to whatever youâre talking about.
Heâs just focused on the way your mouth moves and you make these stupid expressions. Heâs missed you too much.
âscream at me all you want.â He smiles.
You immediately stop screaming at him. âWow, you are unbelievable.â youâre shocked honestly.
How unstable can he be?
How can he not take this seriously? You two are on the words of breaking up. This is what heâs doing.
âyou canât leave me.â he has stopped smiling. his eyes have stopped sparkling.
Silence falls over you.
Itâs like heâs read your mind.
âyou know I wonât let you, so why would I mind you screaming at me thatâs the least you can really do, Iâm willing to tolerate this. But as long as you donât leave me, even if you want to you know you canât.â
âplease continue your lecture.â
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The Past đ©” Asher
Once weâre seated and buckled, Lex turns to me to begin her interrogation before I even have a chance to pull out of the parking garage. âOkay, so, first things first, did you sleep with him?â
I glance over at her, surprised by her question. I figured that was implied considering we left the club together last night and I didnât come home until this afternoon, but good for her for not making assumptions, I guess. âYeah, I did,â I say, fighting a losing battle with the smile spreading across my face.Â
She smacks me in the arm and gasps, âReally? How was it?â
This really isnât the part of the night that I need to talk through, but I allow myself a moment to think about it anyway. I prop my arm up on the door so I can rest my head against my hand. My hair feels clean and soft, and still smells faintly of his shampoo, sparking a memory of running my hands over his body in the shower. The image makes my stomach flutter, and my voice comes out a little dreamy when I speak, âIt was amazing.â
âAmazing? Well, Iâm going to have follow-up questions.â
âAnd I wonât be answering any of those questions.â
âUgh, fine,â she rolls her eyes in mock annoyance, âSo, then what happened? How did things go from âamazingâ to you sobbing into my shoulder and getting snot all over my jacket?â
âI donât know. Like, the whole night was great. It was fun, and he was so sweet, and it really felt like⊠It wasn't just a hook up, it was more than that. Or at least I thought so. Maybe I was just projecting or seeing what I wanted to see because I⊠fuck, Iâm so embarrassed⊠whatever, I kinda put myself out there today, really thinking heâd reciprocate, butïżœïżœâ
âHe didnât?â
âNo.â
âWhat did he say?â
âSame thing he always says. He doesnât want to date me because we work together. He just wants to be friends. I donât know, maybe Iâm the asshole. How many times does he have to tell me he just wants to be friends? And Iâm over here like, âare you sure? how âbout now?â What the fuck is wrong with me? I need to stop.â
âBabe, câmon, I think youâre being too hard on yourself. I know you. You wouldnât do that if you didnât really believe he felt the same way. And Iâve seen the way he looks at you, youâre not imagining it. Sounds to me like heâs saying one thing but acting another and heâs fucking with your head and thatâs not okay. If he truly wants to be your friend, then he needs to act like a friend, and heâs not. If you ask me, heâs the asshole, and you deserve a hell of a lot better.â
âI hear you; I do. Heâs not an asshole, though. Heâs really not. I think maybe itâs more complicated than that. Like, he was so kind, and affectionate⊠I really felt like he cared. And then today, he just looked so sad when I was leaving. You know how he does sometimes. But Iâve never seen him more down than he looked today, and my heart just, I donât know, I just want to take that sadness away. I feel like I could make him happy if heâd let me.â
âCareful, Ash. Donât do that. Donât fall into that trap of thinking you can rescue him or fix him or something. Thatâs some toxic co-dependent shit. Pretty sure you get enough of that with your sister.â
âOw.â Leave it to Lex to stab you in the heart with her honesty. I respect it, but that doesnât make it hurt any less.Â
âDid you or did you not drop everything to rush out to the Bay to help her the second she asked?â
âYes, butââ
âAre your parents home?â
âYes.â
âSo, in theory, they could help her with her baby furniture or whatever today?â
I let her words sink in. Iâve gotten better at setting boundaries with Iris, but apparently, I still have some work to do. It didnât even feel like an option to say no to her today, but now that seems ridiculous. Now, I wish I hadnât rushed out on Atlas. Maybe we couldâve had a nice day together. Maybe I wouldnât have made a fool of myself if I wasnât so frazzled and trying to make everyone happy all at once. Damn. âI hate it when youâre right.â
âI know.â
âI donât think Iâm doing that with Atlas though. Like, sure, I want to make him happy when heâs sad, and maybe I overestimate my ability to do so, but Iâve never felt a need to âsaveâ him or whatever. Itâs not like that. I just⊠I like him so much, Lex. I really do. I love spending time with him. And I love the way he makes me feel when weâre together. I couldâve sworn he felt the same way. I mean, just the way heâŠâ my voice trails off as I remember all the ways he looked at me and smiled at me and kissed me and touched me, and then his words âAsh, youâre perfect, you know that?â, and the tenderness in his voice and in his eyes when he said it. The sweet way he kissed my forehead in the bathroom. The way he held me as we slept.
âThe way he what? Hello? Where did you go?â
âYou know what? Iâm not fucking crazy. Iâm not. I know he feels it too. So, maybe he really is just super weird about dating people he works with. I mean, on paper it seems logical, right? To not mix your professional life with your romantic one?â
âI donât know. I guess? What are you getting at?â
âWell, itâs an easy enough obstacle to remove, donât you think?â
âYouâre gonna quit your job over a guy youâve only known a few months?â
âWhy not? Itâs better than giving up on a great guy over some job I've only had a few months. Iâm not just gonna quit though, donât worry. Iâll get something else lined up first. But I have a decent portfolio. I donât think itâll be that hard.â
âOkay. Well, what if it doesnât work? What if heâs full of shit, making excuses? What if you leave for him and he still just wants to be friends.â
âHonestly, at this point, if thereâs any chance of me being his friend, I think Iâll need some distance for a while to get over him. And also, if I call his bluff and tell him Iâm going to quit, and he still doesnât want to be with me, then hopefully heâll at least have the decency to tell me the real reason why. Otherwise, maybe I shouldnât even try being his friend. Maybe, in that case, Iâd have to face that heâs not who I thought he was and move on. But I wonât be able to do that unless I know for sure. So yeah, the more I think about it, this seems like the obvious solution regardless of the outcome.â
She pouts at me, clearly not happy, but she doesnât have an argument against it, so she concedes, âI hate it when youâre right.â
âI know.â I reach over and hold her hand, giving it a little squeeze. âSorry about your jacket.â
She smiles at that, âItâs okay. Do you feel better at least?â
âYeah, I do.â
âWorth it then.â
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A/N: so, this one another one of my post shower thoughts that has now transformed into this little fic đ„č this time of the year is a struggle for myself and for others, and I hope it can bring us all a bit of peace before the new year đ€
~word count: 4.5k~
pairing | Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: itâs NYE and you find yourself in Joel Millerâs coffee shop. Heâs a firm believer that no one deserves to spend New Yearâs Eve alone.
Warnings: angst, fluff, no age gap, discussions of self image issues, bullying, food/eating, language, anxiety, fear of social situations, fomo, mentions of therapy, NYE blues, self deprecating thoughts, flirting, meet-cute, no outbreak/modern day AU, Sarah and Tommy exist in this universe, soft!joel, mentions of alcohol, reader has no physical descriptions such as body type or skin color, some content included may be triggering for some as Joel and the reader have some very real conversations about life. +18 minors dni!
Itâs New Year's Eve. The official last day of the year. A whole 365 days has come and gone, and yet, you find yourself feeling the same way you did last year. It wasnât like you had a particularly terrible life or anything of the sorts, but you still had your struggles. Your daily contemplations over whether you were doing enough, being enough in your little life. You try to focus on all the good that happened in those 365 days of life.
All the laughter, smiles, the warm fuzzy feelings that you found yourself chasing more often than none. The bad times always find their way to trickle in and weasel into your conscience like an infection. The truth is that you know life comes with both good and bad memories. But why is it so hard to push back the bad? Why is it so easy to beat yourself down? You could have done this better, you shouldnât have said the things you said, did you remember to turn your out of office on before you left the office?
Shit. There was that one email I didnât get to.
Maybe you find yourself trying to cram in as many last minute tasks before the new year. Closet clean out? You havenât worn that sweater in months..yet, you find yourself holding onto it because it was a gift from a dear friend, and you donât want to unintentionally hurt their feelings by donating or regifting it.
Fridge clean out? Well, it does say that horseradish never expires..but you can never be too careful!
Clean your living space from top to bottom? Maybe next year youâll invest in cleaner products for both the earth and your brain cells. Bleach can be awfully nasty to deal with.
Your phone buzzes on the coffee table in front of you. Leftovers are your meal of choice for the evening. You spent hours cleaning your kitchen, and youâd rather not have to do another wipe down till tomorrow.
Hey, are you sure you donât want to come out with us tonight? Weâre leaving in an hour!
It's not that you donât want to go out with your friends, itâs the steps before getting out the door that have always been a struggle for you.
What if my outfit doesnât look the way I planned it out in my head?
What if I completely botch this makeup look?
What if the club is too packed?
You hate feeling this way, often thinking youâre a burden to your friends because you're constantly planning ahead of time. Living in the moment for you has always been tough. A gray area that sometimes you have found yourself making peace with, and other times you just wish you could be different.
You reach for your phone while youâre already mentally planning the steps in order to get ready in time. Being late is never an option, even when itâs just a fun night out in town.
Hey, I thought it over and Iâd love to come out with you guys :) see you soon!
You send the text in a flash before tossing your half eaten slice of pizza onto the coffee table and rush to your room.
You tear up every inch of your closet looking for the perfect outfit. It's New Yearâs Eve after all, and you want to be shimmering like a grand disco ball.
The outfit is on, and you look great! It turned out even better than you pictured it in your head. But the longer you stare in the mirror.
Fuck. Canât I just turn my brain off for one night? Please?
And there it is, again. That gnawing little voice inside your head that pops up, gleaming and waving its hand just in case you forgot that it existed.
You arenât actually going to wear that..are you?
It looks all wrong.
And youâre going to be freezingâ
Your friends are going to look 10x better than youâ
âENOUGH!â You shout to no one in particular before you stomp off to the bathroom.
After taking a deep breath, you pull out your array of makeup from one of the bathroom drawers. Pinterest becomes your best friend again while you scroll to find a makeup look that screams you.
Bold. Glittery. Too much glitter?
There is never such a thing as too much glitter. You remind that little voice inside of your head.
Even with your âgoing out playlistâ on full blast, you feel your confidence begin to shrink and diminish as you stare at your painted face in the mirror. Itâs not exactly like the picture you found on Pinterest, but thereâs no time for you to change it now.
Your phone buzzes again, and this time itâs your friends sending you a group picture of all of them pregaming in their glittery outfits and bright smiles. You heart the message before typing back,
Wow, you guys look amazing! Please donât be mad, Iâm just not feeling up for it tonight. I hope you guys have a blast and stay safe! :)
Your friends understand, because they know that this has always been a struggle for you. A sore spot that hasnât exactly quite healed the way you wish it had. Itâs hard to dig yourself out of a hole that you dug, but you're grateful that they have always been so understanding.
No worries, we love you, and Happy New Year!
And all you feel is guilt.
But instead of wallowing away in your apartment, you grab your coat, purse and keys before making the final decision to go out.
You find yourself outside of a coffee shop just down the block from your apartment. You passed by it everyday during your commute to work, but you never found yourself going in, until now.
The coffee shop is found to be empty as most people are already out to dinner or at a party. Itâs somewhat comforting that itâs just you and the lone barista who hadnât heard you come in yet. His back is turned to you while he wipes down one of the counters, humming to himself as he moves about.
You're immediately drawn into how cozy everything feels. From the decor to the crackling fireplace to the soft music playing through the speakers.
The man turns then, towel gently grasped in his hand when he finally registers that heâs no longer alone. He takes in your attire, finding it odd that someone all dressed up for the evening found themselves here. Then he remembered how his daughter told him itâs rude to judge strangers because you never know what the next person is going through.
He smiles warmly instead. âHey there, I was uhâjusâ about to close up for the eveninâ but can I get you anythin?ââ Heâs got a face that you already know youâre going to have a hard time forgetting. Strong built frame, yet soft in all the right places and despite his exterior appearing to be hardened, he seems friendly enough.
âOh, Iâm sorry. I hadnât noticed that you were closing up for the night..I donât want to keep you here. I can always come back another time?â
He detects the way your face slightly begins to fall as he lightly taps his fingers along the counter top he just finished wiping down. âSâalright. I forgot to change the sign out front so thatâs all on me. So, what can I get ya? Itâs on the house.â He gestured to the menu board above his head.
You hesitated for a moment as you didnât want to inconvenience this man who probably had his own New Yearâs Eve plans to get to. âAre you..sure? I really donât mind coming back another day.â
âSâalright, I promise. I donât have anywhere important I need to be anyway.â He said with a slight shrug.
âNo fun New Year's Eve plans? And Iâll take a cappuccino, please.â You stepped closer to the counter as you reached into your purse for your wallet.
âNah. âSupposed to meet my brother at a bar nearby for a couple drinks, but he can wait a little longer.â He was already reaching his hand out to stop you from pulling out your wallet, when your eyes met his.
âFor the tip.â You said with a smile while placing a couple five dollar bills into the tip jar.
âOh, thank you. âAwfully kind of ya.â He responds softly, out of surprise because most people never bothered to tip. He might even be blushing a little..but he canât really tell. Maybe it was just the steam from the espresso machine.
âItâs no problem. Gotta support small businesses, yâknow?â
He nods in understanding. âYeah, itâs the least people can do. Anyway, Iâll get that Cappuccino goinâ for ya. Feel free to sit wherever.â He gestured to the empty tables.
The table closest to the fireplace ended up being the one you ultimately chose. It happened to also be his favorite spot as well, go figure.
On any other occasion, Joel would call the customer's name once their drink was ready, but given the current circumstances..and the fact that he hadnât asked for your name, bringing the coffee to you was perfectly acceptable.
âHereâs that Cappuccino for ya.â His voice drawled above you as he set the mug down in front of you. âLet me know if I can getcha anythinâ else. Iâll just be in the back finishinâ up with the cleanin.ââ
âThank you..â you start to say before realizing that you donât know this manâs name either.
âJoel.â He clears his throat. âMy name is Joel, and you are?..â
You tell him your name and he nods with a small smile.
You're left alone to your thoughts as his footsteps disappear behind the countertop once more. You can faintly hear him busying himself and putzing around as your cappuccino begins to cool without you realizing it.
You find yourself vacantly staring through the windows, and the dimly lit streets and passerbyâs. Youâve always had a fond love for people watching and imagining what their lives were like. What their jobs and aspirations were. Did they have a family waiting for them? What made them happy? Would they be able to relate to you?
You donât even hear Joelâs approaching footsteps nearing the table until heâs saying your name with an edge of concern in his voice because youâve neglected to have a single sip of your cappuccino that has now become room temperature.
Your eyes meet his deep brown warm ones as your own sense of confusion washes over you.
âIs everythinâ alright? You havenât touched your cappuccino at all..â heâs not offended, nor hurt, but the empath in him is genuinely concerned, even though youâre just a stranger in his coffee shop.
âOh.â Your voice falls flat. âIâm so sorry, Joel. I guess I got lost in my own thoughts and completely forgot about it.â You feel bad, awful actually because he took the time to make you this drink, and all you had to do was just drink itâ
âHey, itâs alright. I find myself getting lost in my own thoughts as well. But, I canât have ya drinkinâ a cold Cappuccino. Iâll make you a new one, alright? Itâs no trouble at all.â Heâs already reaching over to grab the mug.
âJoel, are you sure? You really donât have toââ
He cuts you off reassuringly, âI insist. I wonât have my customer drinkinâ a cold Cappuccino on my watch. Ainât no way.â
He disappears back behind the counter before you are able to protest. Joel returns 10 minutes later with two mugs in hand. You listen to the sound of the chair across from you scraping before he slowly sits down.
âI uhâhope you donât mind me joininâ ya? You jusâ seem like you could use some company, darlin.â Sâthat alright for me to call you darlin?ââ
Heâs sweet like warm sticky molasses and honey. He actually might be the nicest guy youâve met in a long long time.
âOh, I donât mind at all, Joel. I could actually use the company, and you can call me darling. Thatâs alright with me too.â
He smiles at you over the rim of his mug that is clasped between his hands. He gently blows on the billowing steam before he takes a small sip. âSo, do you have any fun plans for the eveninâ? Iâm only assuminâ cusâ youâre all dressed up for a night out in town.â He gestures to your glittery getup that sparkles under the warm flames.
âWell, I did have plans to meet up with some friends tonight..but I wasnât feeling up for it in the end and somehow ended up here.â You said with a sigh before taking a sip of your own Cappuccino. âThis is delicious, by the way.â
âHow come?..if ya donât mind me askin?â And Iâm glad youâre enjoyinâ it. Tastes a lot better when itâs hot.â
The last thing you expected tonight was to engage in a conversation about your daily anxieties with this absolutely gorgeous man. Whom you just met, but crazier things have happened before.
âI donât mind you asking, Joel. I just donât want to burden you with my troubles or anything. Especially since I think theyâre a bit silly and blown out of proportion.â Your eyes casted downwards into the mug.
âHey, I doubt you can do that, and between you and me? Iâve heard it all. Got a teenage daughter whoâs goinâ through all the things that Iâm tryinâ to understand..but as a single father, itâs fuckinâ tough sometimes. But Iâd be happy to act as a listeninâ ear for ya.â He genuinely means it, too.
âYou have a daughter? How old is she? Teenagers can be a handful, that is very true.â You responded thoughtfully while leaning back against the chair.
You watch the way his eyes light up like a Christmas tree when you show a genuine interest in this manâs life. Itâs sometimes a rare occurrence to meet a stranger who you feel like you can just immediately open up to without thinking too hard about it.
âShe just turned 13 this year. Sheâs a good kid, super smart. The kinda kid that probably will end up growinâ up and changinâ the world. Sheâs..well, my world.â He clears his throat and you notice his dimple poking out in his cheek.
As if this man couldnât become any more attractive.
âAnyway, sheâs already goinâ through some friend and boy drama and itâs jusâ a lot to keep up with. Her mom ainât in the picture either, so itâs not like I can turn to her for any guidance. She went to her first ever school dance this year in a dress that she picked out. The next thing I know, sheâs callinâ me up in tears because some kids thought it was okay to make fun of how she looked. I know kids can be mean sometimes, but I wanted to go in there and teach those little shits a lesson myself.â
He was quite the protective father.
âKids can be real bitches sometimes, Joel. I never quite understood it myself. Especially since Iâm sure your daughter was just minding her own business and having a good time? I learned at a very young age that thereâs a lot of jealous people in this world that enjoy causing pain in others for no apparent reason.They might have their own struggles, but that is no justification. Those kids that bullied your daughter will hopefully learn from their mistakes sooner rather than later.â
âShe was just mindinâ her own and having a great time. She was so excited to wear her dress. It jusâ makes me so goddamn angry because I canât protect her from everythinâ out there. Itâs somethinâ that Iâve really struggled with this year especially. And Iâve tried to talk to my brother about it, but he doesnât get it either.â Joel said with a sigh. âIâm glad that you can understand all of this though. I donât really have any female friends to talk to about this stuff either.â
âMost kids grow out of their âmeanâ phase after highschool. I can admit that I went through a phase similar to that. Made a lot of mistakes that I had to hold myself accountable for. But, with your love and support, I think your daughter is gonna end up being okay. Sheâs lucky to have you as a dad.â You reassure him.
âReally? You donât seem like the type of person to ever hurt someone..then again, I ainât perfect either. Never have been, never will. Iâve had my own regrets as well. But, I appreciate all that youâre sayin.â SâNice to be validated every now and then.â He leans forward with his elbows resting along the table and youâre just beginning to notice how broad his shoulders truly are under his faded flannel.
âI donât think anyone can ever claim to be perfect. We donât know everything and can make genuine mistakes. But all we can really do is learn from them, make it up to the people we may have hurt, and move forward. I think youâre a really nice person, based on our conversation, Joel.â
âYouâre right, darlin.â No one in this world can claim they are perfect. It's impossible.â His knee brushed yours gently from how close he was leaning in giving you a clear indication that he was actively listening to everything you were saying. âAnyway, Iâm sorry I went off on that tangent jusâ now when we were talkinâ about your New Yearâs Eve plans.â
âDammit.â You sighed with a smile tugging on your lips. âI thought you forgot all about that.â
âNah. Iâm pretty good at rememberinâ even if I find myself havinâ to circle back. So, you didnât feel up to meetingâ your friends tonight?â
âI was going to, truly. But I just got into my head way too much. It started with finding an outfit to wear. I absolutely tore my closet up and Iâm really dreading having to clean it up later. Anyway, Iâve got the outfit on, right?â
He nods while taking another sip of his Cappuccino.
âIâm feeling great, and loving the way the outfit looks on me, and then thereâs that stupid mean voice inside my brain. You know the one?â
âAhh yeah. The voice that tells us that weâre unattractive and worthless? Like when we put on our favorite outfit and itâs not fitting quite right, and we know itâs silly to cry over clothes..but sometimes we just canât help it? And that voice is right there beating us down because sometimes we forget that itâs natural for our bodies to change?â
Damn, heâs good.
âSo...you hear that voice sometimes too? I honestly thought I was alone in this feeling. I tend to keep these thoughts to myself because I donât want to burden others, yâknow? I do see a therapist, though. It definitely has helped a lot, but Iâm still struggling.â
âDarlin,â I know exactly where youâre cominâ from. I had these favorite pairs of jeans that I would wear pretty much everyday. Well, just this past month I found that they ainât fittinâ the way they used to. The zipper wouldnât budge, and then I spent a good hour tryinâ all the tricks in the book to get those suckers to fit. Well, none of it worked and then I started beatinâ myself up. Sayinâ all the nasty names I could come up with. Then after all of that, I thought about all the delicious meals I had this year and especially these damn ice cream sundaes that my kid is obsessed with. Suddenly, the jeans not fittinâ didnât bother me as much anymore.â
âIce cream sundaes are delicious, and even more-so when you are enjoying them with your daughter. I pretty much went through the exact thing that youâre describing. I know that we shouldnât give into the societal bullshit of looking a certain way to appear more attractive, but itâs just hard sometimes. Thatâs why I try to cycle through my closet every now and then so Iâm not holding onto clothing that doesnât fit me anymore. Did you end up keeping the jeans?..â
âSheâs been requestinâ them for dessert pretty much every night, and I have a hard time tellinâ her no. They are absolutely delicious. It is definitely hard to pass them up sometimes. Itâs comforting to know that other people go through the exact same thing that weâve gone through. I did in fact donate the jeans, and then bought a new pair the same day. Wearinâ âem now actually, and I gotta say, I think I look quite good in âem if I do say so myself.â He said in a cheeky tone that sent heat rising on your cheeks.
âWell, I think you should stand up, if you feel comfortable doing so, that is, and letâs see what this jeans talk is all about.â
He grins at you, eyebrows playfully dancing while he sets his mug down along the table before pushing his chair back to stand up.
He gives you a little spin, one that neither you were expecting, but you could tell that he was having fun showing off his new denim.
âOkay, respectfully? Those jeans look amazing on you, they are very flattering, Joel.â
He laughs a warm and hearty laugh as his cheeks turn beet red from your words. Even if youâre just playing along, heâs feeling charmed by your presence.
âReally? Yâknow, I was thinkinâ the same thing and aâthat..but Iâm a pretty humble guy.â He said sheepishly.
âJoel, screw being humble. Youâre wearing those jeans like theyâre made for you! You gotta own that.â You said with a giggle.
âAlright. Alright. If ya say so, darlin.â I appreciate the compliment, but have ya taken a look at yourself tonight? Youâre glitterinâ like a goddamn mirror ball. Gonna blind me with all that sparkle Yâgot goinâ on.â Heâs flirting, now. Heâs absolutely shamelessly flirting with you.
You find yourself leaning forward then, close enough that he can see the pretty shimmer painted on your eyelids and your undeniable flirty smile.
âJoel, are you flirting with me right now?â Youâre feeling bold, and curious to know if you were reading the signs correctly, or letting your brain run a muck in theories.
âI am, darlin.â Is that..alright? Cusâ if it makes you feel uncomfortable, I can stop.â
âNo, please continue to flirt away. Iâm glad that youâre getting to see my outfit, Joel. I probably have glitter in places where glitter doesnât belong.â You said with a light, airy laugh.
âYouâll be finding little bits of glitter all over the place well within the next year. Do you have any to spare?â He asked with a warm chuckle.
âActually..I do have some to spare.â You reached for your purse along the side of the chair and pulled out your tube of glitter eyeshadow that you had brought just in case you needed any touch ups. âMay I?â
âOh, you really werenât kiddinâ when you said you have some to spare, huh?â He leaned in closer to get a better look. âThatâs a really pretty color, darlin.â You think I can pull that off?â
âI donât kid when it comes to my glitter, Joel.â You said teasingly. âI absolutely think you can pull this color off. But, Iâll need you to close your eyes so I can apply this more eveningly.â
âOkay, Iâm trustinâ you, darlin.ââ He slowly closed his eyes then and only flinched a little when he felt the applicator glide across his eyelid. âSorry, wasnât it expectinâ to feel that damn cold.â He murmured softly.
âNo worries, Joel. It can be a bit ticklish at times.â You scooted your chair in closer to him so both of your knees were tucked in between his as you delicately applied the shimmering shadow. Your tongue was peeking out between your lips as you focused on the task at hand.
He tried to peek his eye open once, before you playfully scolded him and said, no peeking.
To which he grumbled out a response with his arms crossed over his chest.
âAm I pretty yet, darlin?ââ He asked with his eyes still shut as you admired your work.
âVery pretty, Joel. Okay, you can go ahead and open them.â You pulled out a little handheld mirror from your purse and held it out for him to admire his appearance.
He opened his eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the feeling before he averted his attention to the mirror you were holding. âOh, shit. Wow. Yâknow what..I actually think I like it.â He looked over at you then before he realized how close you were sitting to him. âThank you, darlinâ I feel like Iâm a mirror ball too.â
âIt really brings out your eyes, Joel. They were already pretty before, but now, theyâre even more beautiful.â
You were already forgetting about how awful you felt earlier, and the guilty feelings for turning down your friend's offer to go out. It admittedly felt nice to talk to another person that shared more things in common with you than you realized. To be validated, and in turn, validate someone as well? It felt really, really good inside.
âSo, now that weâre both glittered up, and itâs two hours till the start of the new year, would you maybe care to join me for a drink? Only if youâre feeling up for it, that is.â Joel asked you with his eyes flickering back to yours. Truthfully, heâs happy that you somehow found yourself in his coffee shop tonight. He canât remember the last time heâs connected with someone on such a deep and personal level.
âIâd love to get a drink with you, Joel.â You donât even second guess your answer, and if the feelings come up later, so be it. That little voice inside of your head is nowhere to be found as Joel offers you his arm.
You help him finish closing up for the night before the two of you find yourselves walking arm in arm to the bar that his brother Tommy was at. During your walk, you find yourselves falling back into conversation that flows easy like a steady stream. When you bring up feeling guilty for often being a homebody, he reassures you that wanting to spend a quiet evening with yourself is perfectly normal, and itâs something you shouldnât feel ashamed of. He goes on to add that if you want to go out more, thatâs perfectly okay to do as well. But you should never pressure yourself to go out and have a good time, if thatâs truly not what you want to do.
And when you find Joelâs brother at the high top with a glass of bubbly in front of him, the first thing that comes out of his mouth is, âJoel, what is that on your face?â He leans in close to inspect the glitter shadow painted on Joelâs eyelids.
You and Joel turn to one another with two knowing smiles plastered on your faces before you laugh in unison, âitâs glitter, of course!â
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Hi!! I hope youâre well !! Thank you so much for keeping the Jaimie Tartt community well fed like I will forever be in your debt youâre amazingâŒïžâŒïž My humble request is in honor of SNTV:) My favorite songs are Enchanted and Sparks Fly so maybe a complicated angsty start up to a fluffy love confession (like they just havenât gotten the timing right until now or they were friends and then something happens to her). IDK anyway sorry for the word vomit and thank you bunches for all your hard work!!
I loved this request!! Also sorry, all my fics seem to be ending the same way this daysđŹ But we keep getting to the ending in new and exciting ways so hopefully no one cares! Enjoy!
wonderstruck
You knew the moment you met Keeley Jones that your friendship was going to be a wild ride. You were still in uni, and had picked up a one-off job as one extra on a commercial shoot. The pay wasnât bad (hey, it was extra money) and you were willing to sacrifice a Saturday for it. Keeley was one of the frontrunners for the commercial, all big hair and wild makeup. You had bumped into her by chance at the food table, started talking, and the rest was history. One random job turned into a solid four years of friendship. It was a funny dynamic between you and Keeley, because she was both older sister and antagonizer. She liked to pull you out of your comfort zone, taking you to clubs, parties, events, whatever as her plus one. Well, until she started dating a prick footballer named Jamie Tartt.
You didnât meet him while they were together. Youâd already known Keeley for two and a half years at that point, and understood she had shit taste in men. You werenât afraid to tell her that to her face and sheâd just laugh and say, âI know babes, but itâs right fun, innit?â
Youâd laugh and shake your head, then go back to carefully painting her nails in the brightest, sparkliest colors imaginable.
Keeley was really, really good for you.
She called you the night she broke up with Jamie, and you came over to her house with a giant bottle of champagne only to find her and another woman, a Rebecca Welton, already proper tipsy and giggling on the floor. They were still dolled up from that nightâs benefit while you were in pajamas, but you didnât let that stop you. You downed half a bottle while Keeley and Rebecca cheered. You were glad Keeley had dumped that awful, cheating, self-absorbed prick. She deserved so much better.
You were glad when she started dating Roy Kent. He was a lot more down-to-earth than she was, and they were a good balance for each other. You wondered if Keeley gravitated toward those of a more serious nature in the same way you were drawn to those who were more spontaneous.
Post-uni, you had started your own business. It was kind of a random venture, something you had begun for a friend, but then it took off. You made the most outrageous, eccentric day-to-day dresses, taking a simple pattern then transforming it with wild patterns, tulle, and the occasional sparkle. Keeley, angel that she was, modeled some of them and put them on her instagram. And just like that, you were selling out.Â
It was absolutely insane, but you were able to spend the week making two dresses and then turn over a nice profit. You felt like you were overcharging but Keeley said, âBabe, if youâre selling out, you might be undercharging.â
All that to say, life with Keeley Jones as your friend was absolutely magical. Youâd do anything for her. Including going to a fucking benefit as her plus one.
â
âWhy canât you just take Roy?â
âRoyâs already got his own invite. Heâs a coach, so he has to be there even though heâs going to fucking hate it.â Keeley laughs. She thinks Royâs grumpiness is endearing.
âAlright, whyâd you get a plus one then? It doesnât make sense, Keels,â you counter.
Keeley refuses to meet your eyes. âItâs entirely possible that Rebecca gave me one so that youâd come.â
âKeeleyyy,â you groan.
She shoves your shoulder playfully. âShe knew if she sent you a direct invite you wouldnât go, and she said sheâd let us meet up at her house to get ready together! Câmon babes, itâs going to be so much fun and weâll look sooo fucking fit walking the red carpet together, yeah?â
She gives you her widest puppy-dog eyes, lower lip pushing out. You sigh.
âFucking fine. Fine. But youâre coming with me to pick out a dress. And youâre buying my coffee.â
Keeley cheers and tackles you in a hug. âYou wonât regret it, I swear. Worst case you can just bitch about it with Roy the next day.â You laugh. You and Roy bitch about a lot of things together.
â
The red carpet is absolutely terrifying. Itâs louder than you would have thought and the flashes from the camera are giving you a headache.Â
âHow the hell do you do this?â you ask Keeley through a smile.Â
She laughs for the cameras. âLoads of practice, babe,â she replies in a perfect pose. âNow look at me and laugh at something I said.â
Youâre almost done and the paps are asking for a photo of Keeley and Roy, so you wait off to the side near the entrance for them. You crane your neck to try to find Rebecca, to no avail. You do however catch the eye of someone with a very nice fashion sense and very, very blue eyes. He gives you a once-over and grins. You blush and turn back to Keeley and Roy who have finished and are making their way over to you. Keeley grabs your hand and says, âHi Jamie!â while Roy rolls his eyes. Jamie says, âHey Keeley,â and nods to Roy. âGrandad.â
âFuck you,â Roy replies, and youâre surprised at the borderline affectionate tone heâs using. Especially considering Jamie is Keeleyâs ex. Heâs not really what you would have expected, but you donât have time to dwell on that because Keeleyâs dragging you inside the benefit venue.
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Jamie is sitting at the same table as you.Â
Correction: heâs sitting right fucking next to you and itâs all you can do to avoid eye contact with him. You had introduced yourself to him with a barely suppressed grimace and steeled yourself for a long, misogyny-filled night.Â
You were so tense that Keeley put her hand on your knee and said, âIâve got to go reapply my lipliner, dâyou want to come with?â
You got up and followed her, feeling far too exposed in your backless, purple-sequined dress.Â
âAlright babe, what gives?â she asks once youâve made it to the bathroom. âYouâre wound up so tight I could stick coal up your ass and get a diamond.â
That makes you crack a smile and you shrug. âIâm just tired, thatâs all.â
Keeley shakes her head. âDonât you fucking lie to me, Iâve had four years of practice knowing exactly when youâre telling me a fib.â
âWhoâs fibbing?â Rebecca says, walking in the door. âI saw Keeley drag you in here, and I didnât want to miss out on some girl talk.â
âOh thank god youâre here,â you say, relieved. âIâve been looking for you for the past hour and couldnât find you.â
Rebecca self-consciously smooths her hair. âIâve been- busy,â she says. âBut this isnât about me. What are you fibbing about?â
You look between Rebecca and Keeley then deflate. âI have to sit next to Jamie Tartt.â
Keeley and Rebecca share a look. âI donât see what thatâs such a bad thing,â Rebecca says.
You look at her in disbelief. âJamie Tartt? The biggest prick in all of London, and quite possibly all of England? Cheated on Keeley multiple times and all-around arsehole?â
Keeley grimaces. âYeah, not one of his finer points in life.â
âSee?â you say. âHeâs the fucking worst!â
Rebecca and Keeley share another look.
âStop fucking doing that,â you say. âWhat?â
âDarling,â Rebecca says gently, âheâs changed.â
Youâre not buying it, a sentiment that is evident in your expression.
âItâs true, babes,â Keeley affirms. âAnd look, Iâd probably be the fucking last person to say it. But he has! Heâs loads better than he used to be, an absolute sweetheart. Even Roy loves him.â
You snort.
âOkay, maybe love is a strong word,â Keeley amends. âBut he likes him! Roy said Jamieâs the best player on the team, and possibly one of the best in the country!â
Youâre still not buying it.Â
âListen,â Rebecca says. âGive him one hour free of bias. Forget who he was and give him a chance. You might be surprised.â
You look to Keeley, unsure. It is her ex, after all.
To your surprise, sheâs smiling and nodding. âGo for it,â she says. âYou never know what could happen.â She wiggles her eyebrows at you and you laugh. Only Keeley Jones could try to pawn her ex off on her best friend with the confident assurance that heâs a better man now. You know sheâs not lying, or at least she believes Jamieâs changed. Youâre not sure what to believe, but youâll take Rebeccaâs advice and give Jamie one hour to change your mind.
â
Youâre not in your seat two seconds before Jamie starts talking to you.
âWhy dâyou look so nervous love? I donât bite.â He grins. âMuch.â
You catch yourself before you grimace and instead say, âThis whole thing isnât really my scene. Itâs a lot of people I donât know, and Iâm only here âcause Keels asked me to be her plus one.â
Jamie still has that obnoxious grin on his face. âWhat does Roy think about you stealing his girlfriend? Canât imagine heâd take it lying down.â
You glance over at Keeley and Roy. His arm is around the back of her chair and sheâs leaning into him ever so slightly.Â
You say, âIâve been here longer than he has, so if anyoneâs stolen her, itâs him,â and you watch the pieces click into place in Jamieâs head.
âShit,â he says. âYouâre the best friend. Shoulda known when you told me your name.â
You shrug.
âMakes sense,â he continues. âI wondered why you werenât fuckinâ beside yourself to be sitting by the fittest bloke in the room.â
You roll your eyes, hint of a smile tugging at your lips.
He pulls his chair a little closer and looks at you again with those perfect blue eyes. âSeriously, I am sorry. I was a prick. It took Keeley breaking up with me for me to start gettinâ my head out of me arse.â
Jamieâs words back up what Keeley and Rebecca told you. Youâre not entirely ready to brush his past under the rug, but tell him that it seems like he did a right proper job of it, which makes him laugh.
âDo you really think youâre the fittest guy in here?â you ask.
Jamie gestures to the room. âLook around, babe. I ainât lying.â
You laugh, and the tension dispels. Youâve 55 minutes to go, and then you can go back to hating him. For now, youâll let him keep cracking jokes.
â
The hour is up, but youâre still talking to Jamie. You donât stop to consider why heâs still talking to you (maybe because he canât stand the idea of anyone hating him) but he is. Itâs actually enjoyable, so when he asks you to accompany him to the dance floor, you look to Keeley for approval instead of outright rejecting him.
Keeley says, âGo on babe, Iâm gonna try to convince this one to get out there for at least one dance,â and Roy says, âFuck no.â
You let Jamie take your hand as he promises, âNo funny business, I swear,â and you just laugh.
You laugh through three songs because Jamie has a way of making you giggle. He swings you around and executes all kinds of moves that youâre sure you could never replicate, but you assume that being a Premier League footballer means heâs got to be coordinated. Makes sense that he can dance.
The fourth song is a slow one, so you move to leave the dance floor but Jamie catches your hand.
âStay,â he says. âIâm having a really great time with you.â
You feel Keeley kick the bottom of your shoe from where sheâs swaying with her arms around Royâs neck.Â
It makes you stumble a little, just enough for Jamie to have to catch you. He grins. âIâll take that as a yes then.â
He puts your hands around his neck and his on your waist. Itâs a soft touch, but you can feel sparks shooting up your hipbones.
Youâre absolutely fucked.
Jamie doesnât say a single thing, just sways along with the soft music and gazes into your eyes. You canât look away no matter how hard you try.Â
The song ends and you let go of Jamie. He slides a hand up you waist and down your arm, lifts your hand to his lips, and kisses your inner wrist.Â
Before you can form a coherent thought, heâs gone.
Rebecca and Keeley are on you in a moment.
âYouâre both coming to mine,â Rebecca says. âYou have time to go home and get pajamas, but Iâm getting out of here as soon as I can. I just made sure my pantry was restocked.â
â
Itâs 2am. Rebecca and Keeley have successfully gotten you to admit that you like Jamie.Â
Against all odds, you like him.
Fuck.
âYouâre sure itâs not weird?â you ask Keeley as you pace around Rebeccaâs bedroom.
âFor the millionth time, babe,â she says, âI really donât. I think you two would be fucking adorable together.â
Rebecca nods in agreement. âIâm on Keeleyâs side on this one. Jamie used to be a right little shit, but heâs really turned it around. And could you please stop wearing a hole in my rug? Itâs giving me anxiety.â
You abruptly stop and plop down on the bed. âWhat if he doesnât like me? What if he was only trying to make me not hate him because Iâm Keeleyâs best friend?â
Rebecca makes an offended noise so you amend: âSorry, one of Keeleyâs best friends?â
âListen,â Keeley says making her way to your spot on the end of the bed. She holds your arms. âI know Jamie. He was fucking interested. And he hasnât been that way in a while. You should just fucking go for it.â
âI donât know,â you say slowly. Rebecca and Keeley groan and flop back onto the bed.
âYouâre absolutely hopeless,â Rebecca says, but itâs laced with affection. You grin.
âThatâs why you love me.â
â
You donât sleep. Keeley is sandwiched between you and Rebecca on Rebeccaâs absolutely massive bed, and all you can think about is Jamieâs blue eyes and the sparks of electricity you felt wherever he touched you.Â
You can still feel the kiss on your wrist.
â
It rains for three days and you refuse to go to Nelson Road. Keeleyâs out sick anyway, and Rebecca is busy with work. You are too, working on a commission in electric blue. Itâs very cozy inside your flat, soft music playing as the rain plinks on your roof. Youâre wearing your good sweats, the ones that match and donât have stains. Your hair is freshly clean and pulled back in a clip and thereâs a pot of tea on the stove.Â
Your heartbeat has not been normal since dancing with Jamie. Itâs beating in an irregular pattern, horrendously out of sync with the calming sound of rain. You canât get it to calm down so you decide to indulge and replay your entire interaction with Jamie, as a treat.Â
Youâre just thinking about his hands on your waist and letting your mind wander to where else you think they should go, when thereâs a knock on the door. You frown.
Thatâs odd. Who on earth could be at your door at 7pm on a Monday in pouring rain? You pad across the living room to the door and open it to find a very wet Jamie.
âHi,â he says, and then heâs pulling you onto the porch and kissing you in the pouring rain.
Youâre soaked through to the bone, but you donât care. All you can feel is Jamieâs hair as you run your fingers through and his lips on yours as they devour you. Itâs straight out of a movie.
You shiver, and Jamie breaks away.
âGot your address from Keeley,â he says. âSheâs the one who told me to come here. Can we go inside?â
You nod mutely and let him in. âArenât you cold?â you ask.
He just laughs. âNah babe, I run hot. You look right fucking freezing, though. Good thing Iâm here, Iâll help you warm right up.â
Youâre really starting to shiver. âYou should get out of those clothes,â you say through chattering teeth.Â
âCould say the same about you,â Jamie replies. âWhereâs your bedroom at?âÂ
You all but drag him up the stairs to your room.Â
You think youâre going to kill Keeley for telling Jamie you liked him, but then youâre flat on your back, bare skin pressing into the duvet as Jamie Tartt presses hot kisses up your neck, and you forget all about her.
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âDESERVED!â
Genre: Head cannon, Jealous girlfriend , crack/humor, NOT smut but suggestive.
Pairing: Bf!Chan x Fem! Reader
Synopsis: A night out with your boyfriend and friend group turns into a power trip in front of the entire club
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it had to be 5 minutes max that you left Chris sitting alone just to go to the bathroom.. and yet within that short amount of time there was already some thirst bucket trying to push up on your man. Anyone could just glance and clearly see the uncomfortable aura oozing off him as he slowly but surely Scooted further and further to the other end of the club sofa. yet the pushy blonde woman fought to hold conversation with him.
Luckily for you though the bathroom was directly behind the section of the club you guys were sitting in and you walked out just in time to see more than enough for yourself.
âoh just look at this hot shit!?? ⊠ugh pitiful â you scoffed to yourself
you stood there for a second arms folded across your chest as you watched in disgust and disbelief at the fact that she clearly couldnât take a hint. you knew your boyfriend was fine as hell but goddamn was she shameless?!
you decided it had been enough when you seen Chris scoot away from this woman for a third time letting out a very dry yet loud and awkward laugh as a distraction from her trying to put her hand on his thigh.
you knew Chris didnât have a single mean bone in his body and you hated when these types of things happened because you were the one that always had to set people straight when you two went out. Even when it was the other way around and you were the one getting hit on by some weird guy, he ofc would step in and get all wolf gang alpha male if another man tried to get touchy with you but you always picked up on it before he did. you just were sharper than him when it came to these types of things in social settings.
you hated that Chris didnât have the heart to flat out tell her to fuck off but..
âfuck it⊠iâll do it myselfâ you rolled your eyes
damn near stomping in your heels you walked up at the speed of light behind your boyfriend and the woman who had been throwing herself at him. Timing was perfect. just as Chris tried to scoot away from her YET AGAIN you leaned your upper body over the back of the sofa forcing space between them two your hands eager to touch what (who) was yours . acrylic nails grazing his scalp as you grabbed a handful of hair at the base of his head and pulled back just the way you knew he liked it. just the way you knew would send a million shivers down his spine.
he knew it was you immediately from the familiar sent of your perfume causing him to relax into your touch on contact. Without even looking he allowed you to yank his head back as his eyes fluttered a bit with the tiniest gasp escaping his lips.
Never letting go of the grip you had on his hair you reached over with your free hand pulling his lollipop from his mouth to kiss him. And this was no ordinary kiss it was more like a filthy pornographic make out session. iâm talking real slow, wet and nasty open mouth kisses. Straight tonguing him DOWN right in front of the desperate woman.
she sat there jaw open, gawking in utter shock as you and your boyfriend locked lips right in front of her. completely ignoring her existence and in no rush at all, you took your time showing the woman and the entire club who Chris belonged to.
noticing how she continued to sit and stare, dumbfounded instead of immediately dismissing herself you decided to play along a bit more hiding the fact that your blood was boiling at this point.
Slowly pulling away from him with a smirk and a soft nibble to his bottom lip. Taking the hand that was previously in his hair dragging it down the side of his body to grab his hand slowly bringing it to your lips and kissing his knuckles while holding direct eye contact. Chris was a goner. Completely loosing his shit at how hot you were in that moment. (and always) You knew that he loved when you confidently asserted your dominance. it was your super power that had him wrapped around your finger and it was something that you used to your advantage pretty often. Chris always gave dom energy but he loved to see you take control more than anything. (chris is such a switch and i will DIE on this hill !!!)
you had this man down BAD.
the dom energy that was oozing off of you did more for him than that mini skirt you wore ever could. he was stunned almost speechless with butterflies doing backflips in his tummy..
âYooo ⊠â he chuckled in a low almost seductive tone âbehave yourself mamaâ he smirked
the look in his eyes held nothing but pure lust and admiration for you and never once did he look away or even blink as he watched you walk from around the sofa.
âdonât tell me what to do, i make the rulesâ you smirk with your sassy reply as you then put his lollipop in your own mouth.
âmmmâ he looked at you exactly like this licking his lips bringing the bottom one in between his teeth as he grabbed your hand to pull you into his lap.
âanyways so whoâs this babe??â you say turning to the woman giving her a fake stiff smile
Chris knew exactly what you were doing and he just sat there and left the cards to unfold while trying to hide behind you to conceal the laugh he was holding in.
the blonde woman was pissed but embarrassed more than anything. âget a fucking room why donât youâ she rolled her eyes.
âlearn to take a hint and stop hitting on taken men why dont you??â you bite back with a wink.
âfuck you!!â
âfuck OFF whore!!â you shooed her away as she stormed off
Chris finally letting go of the laughter he was holding in while letting you and the other woman hash out your rude remarks to each other. âbabe you didnât have to call her a whore thoâ
âDeserved!â you sat back arms crossed with a pout making Chris laugh even harder at your jealous antics.
âyes maâam i know thatâs motherfuckin right!â yeji sat down snapping her fingers as if she was at a jazz club
â10âs across the board! cleared that bitch!â Ryujin cackled falling onto the sofa clapping her hands in pure amusement.
âthat was intense asf y/n !! i thought yall was bout to get it crackin right here in front of the whole damn clubâ Hyunjin added while setting down a tray of drinks on the table.
âlet em know bookie keep these hoes off our man!â
âjisungâŠâ you pointed at him raising your eyebrows while holding back your laughter âdonât start with meâ
âSo you all collectively watched my suffering and none of you fuckers came to my rescue!?â chris yelled at your friends
âHey hey hey i went to get my vape from the car!â jisung defended himself putting his hands up.
âcrackheadâ you replied under your breath but ofc he somehow still heard it over the loud music. he responded with a mocking âglareâ as he gave you the fingerđđŒ
âdont even look at me i was getting drinks!â Said hyunjin
âWE weâre getting drinks.â Yeji chimmed in
Ryujin sipping said drink in her own world before realizing Chris was looking at her waiting for an answer
ââŠ.. iâm just a girlâ raising her free hand in defense
âfuck you all actuallyâ chris gave up as everyone burst into laughter as the night continued.
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whatever you do DONT think about eddie leading steve on bc he thinks he's still a king steve branded fuck head and is waiting for the ball to drop.
don't think about steve letting him host hellfire in his basement and accidentally overhearing all of them talking shit, even eddie, and it coming out that "i only started talking to him because the little sheepies told me who cool he is. do i believe them?" eddie scoffs. "of course not. he's still a douche but hey. if he wants us here then i can kiss and play pretend." and yeah. eddie can be mean. it's a result of bullies and bad fathers, a defense mechanism.
steve tries to not let it show when he continues down the stairs with the tray of cookies in his hands, soft smile on his face, ignoring the less than nice laughing at his expense.
eddie notices the odd look on steve's face, the way his head hangs when he trudges back up the stairs, not sitting on the couch like he usually does. and he feels a pang in his chest. is that guilt? what does he have to be guilty about?
the others are watching him, weary smiles on their faces. "do you think he heard us?" jeff asks tentatively. eddie scoffs once more, "so what if he did? it's what he deserves."
and there's that pang in his chest again.
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it's halfway through the campaign when eddie calls a break and goes up stairs to get some drinks for everyone.
he's about to walk into the kitchen when he hears a voice, and quiet sniffles.
"i thought i changed, robs. i- i try so hard, and it just. im not my dad, i never want to be him. why can't i-" eddie listens as steve cries, hearing... robin buckley of all people float from the receiver. "steve, if he can't appreciate you, fuck him. you've tried to apologize and make it up, if he can't see that then he's just an asshole."
"no. he's right. i deserve it. god, im so stupid! i can't believe i thought he actually liked me. fuck! who would?" he hears a heavy sigh.
"good night rob. sorry for that. thanks- uh. thanks for talking." and the phone is hung up.
eddie rounds the corner finally to see steve furiously wiping away the tears that continue to roll down his face. steve's head whips up at the sound of eddie's feet, he sniffles hard, forcing a smile on his face. "h-hey eddie! uh, sorry. allergies... yknow." he clumsily points to his face. he shrugs, "uh. did you- did you need anything? or. oh! uh. i ordered pizza. it should um, be here soon... i just got cheese..."
eddie stares. "uh. yeah. that's fine. i was just getting some drinks." he said, awkward and stuttering.
"oh! i bought you guys some coke, i put 'em in the fridge so they'd be cold." eddie's still staring as steve walks to the refrigerator and pulls out coke, sprite, and even sunkist. he'd only mentioned that it was his favorite once, but steve. steve had remembered, and there is was.
"thanks." eddie said, taking the cases down stairs, reeling over the interaction that had accidentally knocked an epiphany into his head.
he set the soda on the table grabbing the attention of the club members. "i think i fucked up. i think steve... is a nice guy...?" it's silent for a moment.
"he is pretty cool. i mean. not even your mom would let us play in her basement, gare." it's jeff who speaks up, and this makes eddie's head drop, and hang low.
"we fucked up."
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now with a part 2
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Attached to You
Modern!AU
Billy Hargrove x Reader
A/N: I'm not a doctor nor am I medically trained, so, there are things here which are incorrect. Please ignore them and try to enjoy the piece as it is. Thank you.
Summary: After a one-night stand, you find out you are pregnant, thanks to your doctor's bad advice, it turned out that your pills weren't effective. Leaving you with a baby, you have lots of decisions to make.
"I only told you because you deserve to know. I don't want anything from you. I will deal with this myself."Â
Your words rang in his head over and over again.
It had been almost two weeks since he last saw you and now, he wasn't sure what he was doing.
Billy couldn't stop thinking about you. How you smiled at him even when he could see you were close to a breakdown.
It was all meant to be one night. Something he had done many many times before.
When he saw you sitting alone at the bar, he was quick to make his move. Flirting with you was easy as you blushed at every word he said. He soon learned about an ex of yours, the guy, as you explained, was rather obsessive about you and didn't want to let go of you, which is why you were hiding in a bar.
And so, Billy took this as a sign and brought you home.
It wasn't meant to end like this. He always made sure to have a condom with him. All the time. Of course, the one time when he doesn't, he gets someone pregnant...
But even so, you didn't look mad, you didn't demand money or anything from him. You just smiled and moved on.
He didn't even know your name. All he had is a phone number.
"You can delete my number as well. I won't look for you. All I wanted is for you to know since you are the father."
Father.
A word that scared him.
A word which meant nothing to him as he too, never had a father.
The realization hit him like a cold shower, he didn't have a father, so he knows just how hard it is to grow up without one, and here he was, the exact same as his.
He will have a child, who won't know their father. Who will go through the same pain as he did. Who will see their mother slowly crumble under all the pressure.
He is no better than his own asshole father.
This was unfair.Â
He could run. Men could run from the responsibility since they weren't attached to the baby, but women couldn't.
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Billy felt like a piece of shit.Â
It had been almost two months since he last saw you.
And he couldn't help but wonder what 'dealing with it' meant for you. Did it mean you got an abortion? Or did you keep the child?
This was eating him alive.
He needed to find you and have another conversation with you. But you didn't pick up the phone nor did you reply to any text he sent.
He set out to the club he originally met you.
"Why the fuck did I think a pregnant woman would be in a club?!"
IFÂ you were still pregnant.
The next couple days were awful for him.
Trying to find you, he went to the café you invited him to, no sign, he went to a hospital and asked if they knew about you. But of course, they couldn't give out any information.
You were all he could think about.Â
You and the baby he might have already lost.
Billy didn't feel like himself.Â
And then, one day, he spotted you. As he was walking down the street when he noticed you on the other side.Â
He followed you like a creep.
Dodging people, running. He followed you. Tried to call out but since he didn't know your name, it was difficult.
You went into a pharmacy and he stopped by the front door. His heart was beating fast, not only from running.
"Hi. I have some pills prescribed for me." he could hear you say. The pharmacist took a look and turned to you.Â
"Can I ask for your full name?"
"Y/N Y/L/N."
"You have... pregnancy vitamins prescribed by Dr Drew."
"Correct." you smiled. Oh God, that smile taunted him.
"Alright, let me get that for you."
He felt himself calm a little. Pregnancy vitamins. Why did they have to prescribe those for you anyway? But this meant you still had the baby.
"So, since this kind is... stronger, we recommend you take only one daily. If you skip a day do not take two the next day. Technically these are not vitamins, they are just called that. Is your pregnancy i-"
"The doctor said these are the best for my condition. So I need to take them."
"These are for you not the baby." she was rather rude as you tried to ignore her.
"I know."
"Alright, anything else I can give you?"
"Do you have any of those shooting creams? For when the skin stretches?"
"For the stretch marks? We have one, which is cold and another which is warm. One helps shoot the skin the other helps the marks to be less visible."
"I would like the one that shoots the skin, please. That would be all."
Billy watched as you paid for everything before he quickly exited so you wouldn't notice him.
Pregnancy vitamins... for you not for the baby. And you had a condition?
He watched as you walked away, but as you did a man ran into you. The man continued on while you nearly fell over.
"Watch where you are going, Asshole!" Billy pushed the man as he passed him, before he helped you. "Are you okay?"
He only realized that he was now holding your arm as you looked up at him. When did he get this close to you?
"O-Oh, yes. I'm fine thanks." he saw it in your eyes, you realized who he was soon after as you took a step back. "Thank you." you adjusted your bag before starting to walk and he knew he couldn't let you leave.
"Can we-Can we talk, Y/N?" he suddenly spoke up and you turned to him.
"If you want to." he nodded and you guided him to a nearby park and sat down on a bench.
An awkward silence filled the air.Â
He knew he needed to talk.Â
He took a deep breath.
"I was scared when you said you would deal with it, that you meant... abortion."
"I'm not going to lie, I thought about every option. It was one of them but... I decided against it."
"I-I heard you at the pharmacy..."
"Oh, you were there?" you looked up at him, genuinely surprised.Â
"You got some meds..." he nodded as he pointed at your bag.Â
"I-The doctor said it is okay to take pregnancy vitamins. But it turned out that I was the one needing them, not the baby. The doctor said my body puts the baby as a priority and takes away nutrition from me. We found out during my eight weeks when I asked the doctor if it was normal that I feel very dizzy. He did some checks and yeah. But... why are you asking me this?"
"Because for the last weeks, I couldn't stop thinking about you and the baby."
"You don't have to. You are not guilty or anything."
"I grew up without a father. I saw my mother going through so much shit. I don't want you to go through all that. I want to be a father to my child. Someone I never had."
You took a moment to fully digest what he just said. He waited anxiously for an answer.Â
"Look, I will have a baby soon, a baby who can become attached. If they become attached to you and then you later decide that you don't want to do this... I believe that is worse. So, while I do appreciate your concerns, I was nothing more to you than a quick fuck. It is... unfortunate, that I got pregnant, but as I said it is something I am dealing with. So, please, if you don't mean it, don't get involved. You might think now that you want to be a part of this because you pity me or whatever, but if you change your mind..."
"I don't want to change my mind. Yes, it was meant to be a one-night stand but I can't ignore a child. My child. I'm not a coward. I want to be a part of the life of this little one."Â
You looked into his eyes, trying to figure him out. He looked serious. Maybe he really had a change of heart during the last couple months. You pulled out your wallet and a picture from it. You handed it to him.
He looked at the ultrasound.
"I'm currently 11 weeks along. The baby is 41mm long. The doctor said it's the size of a fig. We don't know the gender just yet, but they are healthy."
"Healthy. Good." he wanted to hand back the photo but you didn't take it.
"I have more at home, you can have that. I have a check-up next week, you could come if you have time."
"I'll be there."
You stood up and were about to walk away when you turned to look at him.
"If you don't come next week. I mean without a good reason, I don't want you to come after. I am already very attached to this little fig, and I don't want them hurt."
"I'll be there, text me the time and place."
You nodded before saying goodbye and walking away.
He stayed, looking at the picture.
"My little fig." he smiled before he too, headed home.
---
Honestly, you were shocked to see him at the doctor's the next week.Â
Every time he showed up.
He started to take you out to eat afterwards and started to ask more and more questions.
Billy asked you to move into his place which you didn't want but you did go over to his place many times.
You spent most of your weekends there. And lately, you even spent your nights there. In a separate room, but you did stay.
"What are you doing?"
"Shhhh! I heard babies can hear voices, I'm talking to them so they would recognize me when they are born." you shook your head as you continued to look at stuff on your phone. Subconsciously, one of your hands found his hair. You started to run your fingers through his locks as he continued to softly speak to the baby.
"We should get married." you nearly threw your phone at the TV.
"What?" you sat up so quickly you nearly gave yourself whiplash. He moved with you as he sat in front of you. The expression on his face was as serious as ever.
"You heard me. Marry me?"
"Why would I... What? No. Just because of the baby? That is-"
"Logical. We get married, you take my last name and the baby does too. It is logical."
"Did you hit your head or something?"
"What? Why?"
"You? Marriage?"
"Yes."
"Like in the old days? You get the woman pregnant and so you have to marry her?"
"I was thinking more about the baby and you. In case something happens to me, you two would be good on money."
"I don't want your money."
"I know you don't, I am giving it to you and the baby. We don't have to, but you can think about it."
"I honestly don't know."
"I know you probably wanted to marry out of love, fuck I never wanted to get married but here I am. With a baby on the way and with you. You are such an amazing girl, Y/N. I'm happy that you are the mother of my baby."
'"I'm very glad to hear that Billy, however, marriage is a big thing. Now don't get me wrong I have heard about people getting married for less and I'm not the biggest in the love department either. I truly believe you should marry someone you can see yourself for the rest of your life with and not be crazy in love with them but..."
"You told me this before. You said 'but you still believe that there should be love for marriage and not like love between friends.' And then you started crying because you couldn't explain yourself fully and I had to get you ice cream."
"Exactly."
"What would make you want to marry me?"
You placed your hand on his cheek.
"You might think now that its a good idea. You might think now that you would want me by your side forever, but I know Billy that one day, you would look at me and be disappointed that you married me because of our baby. One day you will be in a club, surrounded by girls and drinks and you won't think of me or our child, I want a loyal husband, and I wouldn't want you to throw the accusation at me, saying that you only married me for the baby and you would end up hating me."
"You believe that would happen? That I would regret it all and I would... what? Blame you for it?"
"Yes."
"You think that lowly of me?"
"No, I think that lowly of myself." you let out a sigh. "Look Billy, tell me that we are not here just because of the baby. You wouldn't be here if I wasn't pregnant. You would be out there as you were before. You don't want me, you want the baby. And that is completely fine. And it is all I can ask for. For you to love the kid. That's it."
"But I do love you. You are the mother of my child. How can I not?"
"Billy, please. You only care for me because of the baby. And I know that and it's okay."
Billy wanted to tell you that it wasn't true. That he truly cared for you. More than you could imagine.
He wanted to lift all of your insecurities and show you just how amazing you were.
But he did. Because he was afraid.Â
Not of losing his old life, but of losing you.Â
If you didn't believe him like this, he will prove his love in other ways.
---
You smiled as you saw the roses on the table. They looked amazing.Â
Beautiful white roses with a little note.
You debated picking it up and reading it until you saw your name on the paper.
'To my beautiful wife' it read on the inside and it made you scoff.
Since when did he become such a romantic?
You let out a long sigh.Â
Billy was trying way too hard. You were afraid one day he will realize this is not what he wants and just pack up and leave.
You were terrified that he will make you get used to his closeness and then pull away, leaving you to fall alone.
You really tried to keep your distance, to not fall in love or to not harbour feelings that would hurt you.
You really tried but it was very difficult because each time you saw his eyes sparkle as he looked at you, each time at the doctor's when he asked something about you or the baby, it made you feel so safe and happy.
When he asked you to marry him, you were ready to say yes. It was your first thought when he asked the question but then you realized your situation.
He doesn't love you to get married. He wants the baby around and that's fine.
You felt like you were lulling yourself into false realities and you couldn't let that happen.
Not with you becoming a mother.
Not with you knowing about his past. It felt like wherever you went you could see girls staring at you, eyeing you up and down. The dark thought of who he had slept with was always in the back of your head.
You knew you should let it go.
But it is easier said than done.Â
You were making lunch when Billy arrived home.
"Here you are. I actually wanted to go out for food, but I guess its too late now."
"Yeah, maybe tomorrow. Thank you for the flowers." you gave him a small smile.
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, they are beautiful."
"And the card?"Â
"Card?"
"Yes, wrote it myself actually. Did you like it?"
You turned back to the oven and got the pan out. Billy only shook his head as he smirked before he left to take a quick shower.
Soon, he joined you at the table.
Eating the chicken you made.
"I have an appointment tomorrow."
"I know. It's baby gender time." he smiled.
"Yeah. What would you prefer? A boy or a girl?"
"Either is fine really. What about you?"
"I thought I wanted a son, but lately I have been imagining a little girl and I realized I would be fine with any really."
"Should we have one of those crazy gender reveal parties?"
"Oh gosh, no! You know I hate to be the centre of attention. I'm fine if the doctor tells us."
"Just an idea. Then I can at least finish their room."
"Oh, I did order more things. I wanted to wait for you with the furniture though. Since you want to paint the room."
"We will know the gender tomorrow, so I can paint this weekend, then we can look at furniture and finish it up in a couple weeks." he nodded. "We are a good team, Y/N."
"Yeah, we are." you agreed as you finished your chicken and went to wash your plates.
Soon, you felt his arms move around you as you put the dishes to dry.
The way he held you, you let yourself imagine what if he loved you. What if the baby wasn't an accident? What if he wanted to be here for you?
"Y/N, marry me."
"Billy," you groaned as you turned in his arms, seeing the serious expression on his face you fell silent.
"I am serious. I love you both so much, please, marry me." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, it was a jewellery box so it had to be a ring. And as he opened it, sure enough, it was. A rather expensive looking one at that. "I want to give you and our child the world. I want us to be a real family. Would you marry me?" You needed a moment to think.
"Yes. I will marry you." he smiled as he placed the ring on your finger, pulling you in for a breath-taking kiss.
"I love you so much." he said as his lips moved to your neck. His hands grabbed the back of your thighs as he lifted you and carried you to the bedroom.
"I love you too," you whispered to him as he began to remove your clothes, kissing your baby bump.
His eyes were filled with love, you couldn't look away.
---
The next day, you lay on the examination table with butterflies in your stomach.
You will finally know if you are having a girl or a boy.
Billy stood beside you, holding your hand as he smiled.
"As you can see, the head, two little hands and legs." the doctor said pointing everything out on the screen. "Are we ready to know the gender?"
"Yes." you said as Billy squeezed your hand.
"Let's see... Looks to be a little girl." she said as you looked at Billy whose eyes were glued to the monitor, smiling softly to himself.
"Then we can get the pink shoes you have been eyeing." you said as he finally looked at you.
During a recent trip to the mall, you found him in the kid's section when you were looking for some clothes. You found him standing there with a pink princess shoe in his hand as he smiled at the pink glittery object.
"Looks like we can." he said before he moved to place a kiss on your forehead.
You were really glad you judged him wrong.
You were glad he turned out to be a loving person and he grew into his potential. You knew he will be an amazing father and husband.Â
Judging by the small smile on his face, it said it all.
The little girl had him wrapped around her tiny little fingers and she wasn't even born yet.
When the doctor left to print out the photos for you, he turned to you, kissing your lips.
"I love you so much." he said before moving back to look at the screen. In the end, it was Billy who became attached to you and your daughter. You felt a wave of happiness wash over you as all of your insecurities and worries left your body.
All that was left was happiness.Â
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THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND, bob floyd
summary: In which bob floyd gets himself into a bit of a pickle and calls on his hot, recently single neighbor to help him out, the situation is mutually beneficial..in more ways than one.
warnings: fake dating, violence, domestic violence mentioned, nicknames, slowburn, eventual smut, reader has anxiety!
this is an x reader fic where reader is referred to as sunshine or sunny as a nickname, also i know the moodboard is a lil wonky no one say anything im gonna fix it! i made it on my phone half asleep lmao.
this took quite a bit to get out huh? lol anyway send in requests for bob and sunny if you have any my loves!
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PART THREE: bagman.Â
Purple and pink lights covered the dark stage, following your movements as you strode across it dressed in nothing but some white strappy heels with cute little cherries on them and a lacey red lingerie set. You had opted for a short wig that night, a blunt bob and in all honesty it made you feel like a whole new person as you stared out at the slightly crowded seating area next to the stage. Rowdy men were hollering already, slapping bills down onto the black top of the stage before you had even touched the pole yet, they were loving it.Â
Music starts and you block out the crowd, moving your body to the beat as you do a routine youâve been practicing in the couple of weeks youâve been off, wanting to change up your dances for your regulars a little bit. You dance for nearly five songs, your new routine a big hit amongst the crowd and as you stride off of it, stopping to shake your ass here and there in front of who you deemed as deserving gentlemen, picking up handfuls of bills every time you did. The stage was absolutely covered in them, and you couldnât have been more thrilled. You were fairly certain that there was enough her for you to be able to call it a night if you wanted to, you knew your boss wouldnât mind if you went home early, he was still iffy about you coming in with a bruise still showing anyway (even though you perfectly covered it with makeup). A stage hand passes you with a big bag as you make your way off stage, the lights off as they go to clear up the money that you couldnât grab.Â
You were headed to the dressing room, needing a break after 5 songs but youâre stopped by your boss, Edwin. âYou looked good out there Sunny,â He says an arm popping around your shoulder as the older gentlemen lead you away from the direction you were trying to go. You lean into him head on his shoulder. âAlways a crowd pleaser, you are, you were missed during you time off.âÂ
You smile at his words, despite his hard appearance Edwin was actually a really kind man and he had taken you under his wing when you first came to town, had given you your job illegally even though you had just barely turned 21 and because of it you had grown close. If Bob hadnât come to your aid the night that your pice of shit ex boyfriend had gone to town on you, you know that Edwin would have (even though he was in the middle of running the club) and he almost did when you called him the next day to tell him what happened.Â
âI know itâs your first night back, and you wanted to take it easy,â He says, stopping you in the doorway just before the main floor of the club, where patrons were milling about as the stage hands finished clearing your set. âBut you seemed to have caught the attention of one of those ship boys over there by the bar,â He points towards a group of them and you purse your lips, thanking god that none of them looked like Bobby from this angle. âRequested Ivy Wild for a private dance, told him youâre the boss when it comes to that..â
You sigh at the mention of being requested by name, looking back towards the dressing room. You werenât sure how much you made from your stage appearance yet, not until you counted it, but you knew that if you did a half hour private dance that youâd walk away with three hundred at the least..you couldnât say no to that kind of money.Â
âIâll take him, put him in room four.â You say, before turning on your heel to head towards the dressing room. âIâm gonna go freshen up real quick before I head in there.âÂ
The room is dark when you enter, nothing but a dim blue light around the ceiling to light up the room, casting shadows across the firm leather couches and the man lounging across them. You slink your way into the room, coy smile splaying across your lips.Â
âArenât you a pretty little thing..â The man says, leaning back against the couch. He spreads his legs slightly as he does. Heâs clad in dark jeans and a crisp white button up that is so tight you can practically see the outline of his abs through the fabric. You canât see his face in the shadows but you can tell from his voice and the way he manspreads that heâs handsome, and you would be lying if you said it didnât make you a little excited. âYou gonna dance fâme?âÂ
If you listened close enough he even sounded a little bit like Bobby and for some reason, that made your face flush. âYou gonna follow the rules pretty boy?â You flirt, moving your hips to the music that was playing softly in the room, standing just barely in front of him. âYou can look but you canât touch, got it?â
âWhatever you say, hot stuff..â He seems to sigh almost dreamily as you start putting on a show for him.Â
You touch your body, letting your hands travel down it as you swing your hips to the beat, putting on a routine for him. Just as youâre about to give him a lap dance, ready to straddle your lean legs one either side of his thick thighs he reaches out for you, fingertips brushing the bare skin of your midriff. âAht, Aht-â You say, pushing him back with your foot on his chest, your heel digging into the muscular expanse. âNo touching, pretty boy..âÂ
âYouâre fuckinâ killinâ me here..âÂ
When you leave the room fifteen minutes later, itâs with a self righteous smirk across your lips. You had made the man cum in his pants with your lap dance and you hadnât even let him touch you, it was a rarity but you loved when it happened, it was quite the ego boost if you were being honest with yourself. You could have done without the three hundred and fifty that he had left for you and just rode the high of a stroked ego for the rest of the night, but you took it anyway and shoved it in the bag that the stage hands had left by your locker. You would count it out when you got home, you were ready to leave and you were positive you already made over a grand tonight, there was no need to stay other than to see to the other girls but they all seemed okay with themselves tonight.Â
You poke your head into Edwinâs office and bid him goodbye on your way out, making your way to the employee parking lot afterwards where you parked your car, Itâs a surprisingly short drive home given the time, and when you park your car on the side of the street outside of the building, youâre surprised to see Bob out, Cosieâs leash in hand.Â
âHey, Bobby!â You say cheerfully, hopping out of the car with your duffle bag and bag of cash in hand. He turns at hearing your voice, as though he was startled.Â
âSunny, you getting home early or late?â Yeah, the man earlier sounded almost exactly like him, you think and canât help but smile. He holds the door open for you and lets you walk in ahead of him after you stop and stoop down to pet Cosie.Â
âEarly, told Edwin I wanted to take it easy..â You say, walking through the lobby of the building to the elevator with him. He hits the button for you too. You notice the way he looks at you when you mention Edwin and you remember that you never told him much about the club. âEdwin is the owner of the club, my boss..and heâs kind of like my dad in a way though thats a little weird to say because he sees me in lingerie all night..â You werenât sure where the sudden rambling came from, perhaps it was a reaction to him putting his hand against your lower back to usher you into the elevator before him, or maybe it was the smell of his cologne that lingered in your nostrils but damn it made you feel nervous and giddy all at the same time.Â
He hums as he punches the button for your guysâ floor, adjusting the leash to his other hand as Cosie rubs against your legs. You were still clad in your strappy heels, feeling too impatient to stop and take them off. He does the thing with his hand again to user you off of the elevator before him and you just about die on the spot, what is it with you? Was gentlemanly behavior really that big of a thing for you?
Within a few moments youâre at your door, his just a few steps farther than yours and he stops, holding your bag without a word as you shove your key into the lock and bully the door open. You open your mouth to say goodnight but find yourself saying something else entirely. âDo you wanna come in? Help me count all this maybe?â You hold up the bag of cash, and he glances down at it, soft smile on his handsome face.Â
âSure.â He finds himself saying, even though he has work in a few hours. Youâre just so sweet with your damn eyes and flushed little cheeks that he canât say no.Â
The next few hours are filled with him sitting with you on your living room floor, sprawled out in front of the couch, piles of money in front of the both of you. You had gone and changed into a small pair of pajama shorts with little red hearts on them and a white tank top, but not before having him take photos of your heeled feet for you so you could post it on your instagram.Â
âItâs almost four..â You whisper, your head leaned against his shoulder. You guys had stayed on the floor and you found yourself leaning against him as our eyes drooped, tired from you first day back at work but not wanting to fall asleep just yet. You listened to him tell you stories about his job, and you fell in love with how much he loved his job, how happy it made him.Â
âYou sleepy, Sunny?â He murmurs, that Montana accent thick. He turns his head to look down at you, almost wishing that he hadnât because from this angle and in this lighting he could pretty much see through your shirt and it was all he could do not to pop a boner right here next to you at the sight of your pert nipples and supple tits.Â
You hum in response, already on the cusp of unconsciousness. The last thing you remember is him shifting, his warm arm coming to wrap against your shoulder as if pulling him farther against him.Â
By the time you wake the next morning, heâs long gone, though heâs left you in his hoodie that you donât remember putting on and with Cosie. You canât help but pout at his absence, having found yourself more comfortable with someone you were fake dating than anyone you had ever actually dated. You were surprised that you had fallen asleep, that you hadnât woken when he left and when you check your phone, youâre even more surprised to find a text message with a photo of a sleeping you attached, your head against his chest, eyes closed and peaceful..
Navy Dude: thought i would take something for my own instagram..see you tonight..
You couldnât help but giggle, breathing in his scent as you read the message and immediately going to check his instagram account before making yourself busy for the rest of the day by taking Cosie on a long walk and doing your pilates work out in the living room, practically counting down the hours until he would arrive to take you to meet his friends. Your first official date as a fake couple.Â
Youâre just struggling into a cute little yellow dress sun dress when you hear your door open and Cosie give a happy yip, with your arms cocked behind you, you glance towards your bedroom door, hearing his footsteps fall down the hallway. âBobby?â You call out, almost a whine. âI canât get my dress zipped..âÂ
Heâs in your room in a matter of seconds, his long and lithe body taking up your doorway. Heâs in his service uniform, the tan khakiâs littered with different colors of pins that you would have to ask him about later. You thought he looked handsome in his uniform, but he looked downright drool worthy when he wore his flight suit home, though you assumed they hadnât done any flying today.Â
âLet me help,â He murmurs as you stand in front of him. He bats your hands away before gently moving your loose hair over one shoulder, out of the way of the zip. âDress looks real pretty..â His fingertips trail down the exposed skin of your back and you suck in a breath, chills going down your spine as they go up, up, up, stopping just between your shoulder blades.Â
âDo I look okay?â You ask softly, smoothing out the flowy skirt that just barely went past your mid-thigh as you turned to face him, looking up at the taller man. You had put on enough makeup to cover up what was left of your bruises, but not nearly as much as you had worn at work last night. You were meeting friends, there was no need to paint your face like you would at work. You werenât sure if you should put on more though, you wanted to look okay for him, you wanted him to have his friendsâ approval.Â
âYou look gorgeous,â He murmurs, corners of his lips turning up as he looks down at you. You were practically chest to chest by that point, you would call it an almost intimate moment. His hand comes up from his side, fingertips grazing against the skin of your cheek before brushing your hair behind your ear, you blush as you notice yourself leaning into his touch slightly. âThink you look real pretty in yellow, Sunnygirl..âÂ
âThank you..â You breathe, not realizing that you had somehow moved close enough to him that your noses were practically touching, him stopped down towards you. It wouldnât take much for your lips to brush together now, just lean into him a little farther, and you would have too if Cosie hadnât barked from your feet, scaring you so badly that you jump about a foot in the air, cheeks flushing as you realize that you had been about to kiss him and he hadnât even tried to stop you.Â
âRight, so,â You clear your throat, turning to go back to your closet for a pair of matching sandals. âWhy donât I go walk Cosie while you change and then Iâll meet you by your truck?â
âOh, um, yeah, yeah,â He says, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck as he turns, his own cheeks flushing red. âYou do that, iâll be right down..âÂ
Nearly forty-five minutes later, heâs pulling his silverado into a parking spot near an old Bronco, throwing the shifter into park. You take in a deep breath, looking over at him. âThis is it.â You say, the whole scheme that you two had cooked up finally feeling real to you. The man next to you nods, taking his keys from the ignition and shoving them down into his pocket. âAlright Bobby, letâs do this.âÂ
The parking lot isnât overly crowded, but the patrons inside the bar are loud as you walk up to it. Your nerves get the better of you the closer you get to the front doors, your hands shaking with anxiety and you try to channel it into smoothing down your dress skirt but it does no good. Bob notices though, and suddenly heâs sliding his much larger hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. âItâs gonna be okay, Sunny.â He says, and you smile up at him feeling like a fool. You hadnât realized that your anxiety was so noticeable, you thought you had been better at hiding it.Â
Before you cn respond to him, heâs pushed open the doors of the bar, stepping in first to hold it open for you, his hand not leaving yours once. Almost immediately thereâs a call of his name traveling throught he air and the sounds of chairs scraping and before you know it youâre surrounded by a few big, buff dudes and a bubbly girl who looks the most excited to meet you.Â
You do your rounds of introductions, Phoenix gives you a big hug, ripping your hand from Bobâs in the process and practically lifting you off of the ground, and though youâre meeting her under the guise of being his girlfriend, you know that youâre going to be good friends.
Rooster gives you a firm handshake, his ginormous hand enveloping yours as he smiles down at you. You take in his features, heâs quite handsome despite the scarring on his face (that you desperately want to ask questions about, though you keep it to yourself) and you notice the lack of a ring on his hand or on the dog tags looped around his neck, peaking out of the top of the white undershirt he had put on under his loose hawaiian shirt. You think heâd be a good match for one of your friends and you make a mental note to ask Bob about it later.Â
Coyote is gentle, and quite sweet but heâs a bit of a flirt and you feel yourself leaning more into Bob while youâre talking with him briefly, wanting it to look like you werenât available (because technically to them, you werenât). He introduces you to who you realize is one of his best friends next, Hangman, or as you had heard Bob call him, Bagman. Heâs still wearing his uniform, and when he shakes your hand he gives you a charmingly sweet smile that you just know makes the girls weak in the knees, but when he talks to you? Your stomach drops to your knees.âHey there, pretty thing..â He must know it too, because he smirks at you, that accent heavy.Â
You swallow thickly, turning to Bob. âIâm gonna go get myself a drink, Iâll be right back, baby..â You say, giving him a kiss on the cheek for show before heading over to the bar. âShot of tequila, please..â You say to the woman tending bar, leaning against it as you let out a breath.Â
Bobâs friend was the man you had given a private dance to last night..the man who you had made cum in his own pants. How fucking bad could this get, you wondered? You hadnât exactly lied when you told Bobâs friends that you were a dancer, you just hadnât exactly specified what kind of dancing you did for a living, not expecting that one of his friends would be one of your customers.Â
She sets the shot glass down in front of you just as you feel a presence behind you, directly behind you. His body was solid and warm as he put his arms on either side of yours, boxing you in.Â
âDoes he know?â His voice his quiet in your ear, making your body go stiff. You were uncomfortable, but you knew that he wasnât going to hurt you or touch you in anyway.Â
âThat I made you cum in your pants?â You ask, quirking an eyebrow as you turn to face him. His head was right next to yours, eyes narrowed as he looked at you. âNo, Bagman, I donât think he does, and I donât think he needs to either.â You knock back your shot, the liquid sliding down your throat with ease. âJust like I donât think your group of friends needs to know that you spent your sunday night getting a lap dance from a stripper, now do they?â
You must win whatever stand off this is because after a moment his moves his arms, letting you brush past him. You hear him ask for a round of beers from the woman, and to put your shot on his tab as you make your way back to Bob who gives you a questioning look, you realize he must have seen the whole encounter. You lean up to kiss his cheek as you come back, his arm going around your waist firmly as you whisper to him that you needed to tell him something when you guys got home. You honestly thought it was funny, but you were sure that he was going to be freaked out.Â
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