#Rusty Ryan x reader

[shelbgrey]

Rusty, with a headache: Advil me up, mommy.

Y/n: I will short out the language centre of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.

[alessiathepirate]

Ocean's Eleven

CONFIDENCE BOOST: Linus Caldwell x fem!reader

Summary: Rusty left the last advice unfinished, seemingly making Linus both nervous and annoyed. Luckily she's there to help.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

After a message reminded me how obsessed I've been with the Ocean's men, I started to rewatch the movies - and it once again gave me some inspiration, ending my writers block. By the time I'm done with the rewatch, hopefully more stories will come :)

Warnings: only a few swear words, but other than that nothing at all

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"Where do you put your hands?" both her and Rusty followed Linus' movements with their eyes as he tried to hold the briefcase with both hands. "No good."

She leaned back on the sofa she was sitting on, realizing this won't be a short conversation. She might as well get herself comfortable and watch as Linus learns - it's as entertaining for her as it is annoying and stressful for him. She might as well lean back and enjoy it as long as it's not her turn to move.

"Don't touch your tie. Look at me." Linus did as he was told so. "Okay, I ask you a question 'you have to think of an answer, where do you look?"

Linus looked down. It wasn't the right move.

"No good." Rusty said and for a moment their eyes met - she tilted her head, trying to silently communicate with him like they learned to do so. Don't be that hard on him - her eyes said. "You look down, they know you're lying..." Linus looked up and she smiled - that wasn't right either. "...and up, they know you don't know the truth."

Linus' eyes settled on Rusty once again as he sighed both from the nerves and slight annoyance.

"Don't use seven words when four'll do. Don't shift your weight," Rusty pointed out after Linus did that. "look always at your mark, but don't stare. Be specific but not memorable, be funny but don't make him laugh. He's gotta like you and then forget you the moment you left his side." Rusty's expression changed as he continued: "And for God's sake, whatever you do, don't - under any circumstances-"

"Russ!" Livingston's voice came suddenly from the other room, making all three of them look that way.

"Yeah?" Rusty shouted back.

"Can you take a look at this?"

"Sure!" and just like that he got up and left the room, leaving the unfinished sentence hanging.

Linus looked after him, not being able to decide if he should speak up or not and seemingly he couldn't decide what to say if he speaks up either. His mind was full of the instructions Rusty told him, trying to process them in the remaining minutes and then also remember all of them.

"Don't do what?" the question finally came out in a mixture of confusion, stress and annoyance.

Linus finally fully turned to look at her and she gave him a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, he went through that with me on my first heist as well."

"And how did it go?" he sounded hopeful.

"It was Danny's plan, how do you think it went?" she looked up at him, testing, seeing what he'll say, seeing where his trust lies.

"Good?" it sounded more as a question than an answer.

She chuckled as she stood up, walking up to him, seeing if everything about his clothes are alright.

"Great." she answered as she adjusted his tie, straightening it. "I even got a necklace on the way out."

Finally, through the mixture of emotions what fell on him after Danny was put in a corner, Linus gave her a weak smile. She returned it, doing her best to boost his confidence.

He didn't really have a reason to worry or have fears about failure. He was good at what he was doing. He could pickpocket anyone easily, without anyone noticing. She saw it with her own eyes, she was there with Danny when he recruited him. And that last pull with the wallet was fantastic - unnoticeable even by her.

"You have nothing to worry about, really. You've got this." she put hands on his shoulders and his eyes followed her movements through the glasses he wore. "You were doing just fine without Rusty's speech. He gives it to everyone, believe me. This is your first heist with them, they'll give you a speech and test how good you are."

"Test?" he questioned.

"Yeah. Don't be surprised when they suddenly pop up somewhere when you're supposed to be alone. At least that's what they did with me."

She let go of him and took a step back, looking at him once again - he looked good and not just as a rookie who worked for the Nevada Gaming Commision, but as Linus himself. He looked cute, especially with those glasses and that tie. She got used to the striped shirts and jackets, but this was something new altogether. And he made it work.

"Alright, 'you want my advice?" she asked, hoping that he does.

He nodded - maybe a bit too quickly. The glasses almost fell off, he had to straighten them.

"Just don't stress it. I know you're good, I saw it with my own eyes and believe me, you wouldn't be here if Danny thought you weren't skilled." he was very close to blushing at the compliment and she almost grinned at that. "All Rusty tried to help you with was your acting, but the only thing that matters is for you to stay calm and in character. And your character has to be pitiful, someone Benedict could walk over, someone who's young and forgettable. You can't be smarter than him, funnier than him or even braver than him. 'You understand?"

He nodded - she continued. "You've got this, I believe in you."

That seemed to do the trick - or a trick at least. What she said made him blush, it was noticeable this time around and even his glasses couldn't hide it.

She took a step toward him again to adjust his glasses even if they couldn't have been any straighter. She felt like she needed that excuse to be closer to him than she was and to save that image of Linus in those clothes, blushing the best she could.

"And what shouldn't I do?" he asked after he swallowed.

"Oh, just don't leave without an excuse and don't leave unfinished sentences hang in the air. If it's a joke it's fine, it'd fit the guy you're playing, but otherwise it's a no." she let her arms fall beside her body, but she didn't take a step back this time. "So, 'everything clear now?"

"Yeah, thanks." it wasn't more than a whisper, but she heard it.

"No problem. You can come to me anytime."

The conversation died down after that, but neither of them moved. She took those short moments to really take a good look at him, at his expressions - at every corner of his face, no matter how small. She couldn't find a single mistake there, not a scar, not a wrinkle she wouldn't like. Nothing was there what could've made him worried. She found him flawless - she found him a sweetheart and a very cute one.

"You're a sweetheart, you know?" she said, saying what she thought out loud - as she noticed Saul on the hallway behind Linus, probably on his way out. They don't have much time left. "The others aren't. They're either assholes sometimes for jokes or they get sloppy - but you're neither of those."

"You're not like them either."

"Hell no, I'm much younger thank you very much." she said jokingly, making him chuckle and with that his nervousness disappeared.

"Yeah, that too."

"See? You have nothing to worry about. You're too loveable to run into any sorts of trouble." she explained with a loving smile. "And I'll be around too."

The clock was ticking - Linus should get going and she should get ready, but the conversation was too interesting to leave it hanging.

"Yeah, you'll be the best thing around."

"Better than those millions underground?" she asked with a giggle, saying it as a joke and nothing more, but at his answer it was her turn to blush.

"Definitely."

She swallowed - all the before-heist confidence disappeared from her and she was back on square one, where Linus was.

"We'll talk after, right?"

She tilted her head at the question, finding it cute - it still kept the blush on her face.

"Of course. You can buy me a coffee from those millions if you want to."

And he wanted to. She could see it on his face, in his eyes and that thought made her heart flutter.

"Right, you should get going." her voice was weaker than usual.

"Yeah."

"I believe in you, Linus."

They didn't kiss - it wasn't the right moment and it would've been too soon for that. But she kissed his cheek for good luck - making him blush once more - before he left.

It was quick, but meaningful and she looked him in the eyes as she pulled back. See you after the heist.

Right as she was on her way to her room to put on the dress she needed for her role, her heart almost jumped out of her chest when she saw Rusty on the small hallway. She looked at him for a second, and after his expression told her everything she had to know, she continued to move.

But as she walked past him she said: "You had a bet going, didn't you?"

"Forty bucks said you'd make the first move."

She stopped and turned to look at him, she smiled even if she was annoyed a little. But then again who could've expected them to not gamble when they're about to rob a casino?

"Fifty-fifty, right?"

"No, you'll only get thirty percent. It was way too cheesy to listen to."

She took the money and pocketed it quickly.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Danny knew since the beginning." Rusty aswered, leaving her as he walked away.

She stood there, trying to figure out what gave it away to Danny before she even realised that she found Linus cute.

"It was the wallet." she whispered to herself, nodding. "Yeah, it was definitely the pull with the wallet."

[therealwifeofthor]

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[latenightwithpizza]

UGHHHHH so hot 😫

Movie Nights

Rusty Ryan x reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings: smut, fingering

Author’s Note: I hope you like this love! I’ve never written anything like this before so it might be total shit but I can’t tell lol

Requested: by @lovewinston21​, Okay!! So I had this idea when I was watching Ocean’s 11 a few days ago: Y/N and the boys are watching TV and she is sitting in the flow between Rusty’s legs and there is a blanket over them. Rusty starts fingering her under the blanket, and she tries super hard to keep quiet and keeps throwing her head back on his shoulder (I just imagine him grinning at the tv while this happens). The other boys have no clue and they keep asking you if you’re okay and stuff. Right before you orgasm Rusty stops and pulls you to your room and you continue there.

Summary: the request 

Genre: smut

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

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[sunny-mercya]

His Reasons

Rusty Ryan x Male Reader

Fandom -> Ocean's Trilogy

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When Danny, after being out of prison, asked Rusty to join him at a Grand Coup—Rusty had only agreed halfway to it. After all he wanted to know what exactly they would rob and risking their lives and freedom for.

And when Danny told him, they gonna rob three Casinos in good old Viva Las Vegas, Rusty wanted to know a good enough reason for him to join in such madness of nonsense.

And Danny, like the best friend and charming asshole he is, told Rusty the only valid reason;

»If we pull this off and I promise you, we will, you can finally move with [Name] to wherever your heart desires and afford the safety you have promised him.«

Danny was right, hitting a wound point in Rusty's ego, because there had been one thing Rusty couldn't give you and that was protection. Protection you from a past, you wouldn't be able to free yourself if you don't have a certain amount of money to pay for.

»Okay. I'm in, but if we fail I'm gonna send you personally to hell, Danny boy.«

Rusty might have agreed, trusting and believing in his friend that they will manage this with a 100 percentage chance of successful winning—but he also know what price it would cost him, because if they indeed fail it would be you who Rusty would lose and you're more worth to him than all the money and jewels in the world.

~~~

So far, the whole plan went, besides absolutely minor improvements of differences, hellbent well.

Rusty could almost imagine the millions, billions, of money he would have. Enough money to buy you free and finally move to either (f.country) or sweet California.

Just you and him, Rusty thought, imagining the new life—fully secure, comfortable and happy healthy—he would have with you and maybe a big family with lots of dogs and cats (and perhaps Danny, because he's your self-proclaimed older brother)

„Uh, uhm, Rusty there's–“ „Rusty, there's a problem. A You problem.“

»What?« asked Rusty, scrunching up his face in confusion. Another problem? What sort of you-problem do they mean?

„Look towards the entrance.“

»Fuck. Give me some minutes to handle this guys.«

»Robert Russel James Ryan! You do not write me a letter with such unbelievable heinous words and leave our house in such fucking manners. How fucking dare you! Do you know how fucking worried I was?!«

A few people had turned their heads, when you had marched forward to Rusty and shouted in anger at him.

Ouch, shouting his full name—yeah, you're furious and it was Rusty's own damn faulty mistake. Indeed a You-Problem.

Rusty took a few steps forward to you, having his hands up in surrender, wanting to appease you. Honestly, he haven't seen you this angry ever since Danny and him had a bloody fist fight with your "Boss", which they lost—of course, as they couldn't win against a knife and knuckleheads—and you were so furious with them, that they were taken back with the amount of cursing you said at them, while treating their wounds.

»Hey, love, watcha you doing here?«

»Don't come with such bullshit. You know perfectly well, why the fuck I'm here. So tell me now, Russel, the fuck are you and Danny—and I know that fucker is here as well—suspiciously planning to do here?!«

Rusty inhaled and exhaled deeply through his nose, trying to think of a way to get you away from here—before you causing more disturbance and a possible fail to the plan. Then again, he could use you for a good distraction, but no—no, no, he had sworn himself to not do such things with you.

Gripping your arms gently, Rusty pulls you close to his side and leads you away to a more secluded area of waiting.

~~~

Waking up to an empty bedside next to you and discovering your husband is not in your shared apartment, even though he told he would be on time back—and that has been days ago, I mind you—brought a lot of unpleasant thoughts through your mind.

There could be many things happening to Rusty; him having a accident, in a hospital and injured, arrested—your husband is certainly not a innocent man, he had done some bad and dangerous awful things of illegally, you're aware of it—or worst case scenario, your Boss quit the deal and killed Rusty.

You started to walk through your tiny apartment, still clothes in pyjamas—shorts and one of Rusty's oversized shirts—mind going haywire with everything and anything; be it the due bills, another round of grocery shopping—as Rusty is a total glutton and eats more than you and probably has an endless pit of a stomach—which you don't know how to pay for, the payment deal, Rusty being gone and probably killed and you still being jobless.

A lot of things for a tiny mind like yours to think about.

Then, while you cleaned, you found a note—definitely from Rusty and when you read it, you screamed in disbelief.

Yeah, sure, do a few days trip to Las Vegas and just don't tell me personally, not even the reasons for it—you thought, scoffing at your Husband, who's a buffoon

~~~

»Rusty, you tell me now why you and Danny are here.«

»I can't love, it's a surprise«

Perhaps, in perspective, Rusty should have told you personally about his little trip and possibly heist, but then it wouldn't be a surprise and loved to surprise you.

»Fuck your surprise. I thought he called off the deal, I thought he had killed you. I was worried sick.«

»I know, I know, dear. I apologise, I shouldn't have told you via note, could this prince forgive a humble man like me?«

Rusty leaned in closer, whispering the last few words in your ear as he ask for your forgiveness and kissing your cheek, when you remained silent.

„Not to bother, but time management?“

Rusty rolled his eyes, the guys could be such mood killers and a pain of annoyance in the ass. The gang was his gang though and he had a job to fulfil.

»Need to go, love. Meet me at Helios-Motel in like two hours.« Rusty kissed your lips, a gentle kiss it was and gave you the Motel-Keys.

Before Rusty could stand up and go, you had taken ahold of his hand.

»You promised me, you and Danny will be safe and unharmed?«

»Always, my love«

And when Rusty flashed you his signature grin, you let him go—knowing he wouldn't break his promise.

[salmonisforthebagel]

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[ameenvie]

Treacherous, Pt. 1 - Jim Halpert x fem!reader

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“Out of focus, eye to eye, 'Til the gravity's too much”

Part II

Word count: 2.7k Warnings: nothing in this chapter, nsfw in part 2! Tags: idiots in love, banter, messing around, pining Prompt/Summary: You started working at Dunder Mifflin around 6 months ago, and since then you developed a massive crush on one of your colleagues - Jim Halpert. Things happen. A/N: Will I ever stop titling my fics after songs? NEVER! I have had this in my WIPs for~ f o r e v e r ~ because chapter 2 is still not finished and I wanted to publish them together, but oh well! Maybe posting this will push me to finish that and get back into writing a bit. I have so many Jamie & Viktor WIPs as well, hopefully soon I'll finish those as well, I haven't written anything properly in a year I think so I am a bit rusty. Hope you like it! ❤❤

Your mood matched the Scranton weather in the past few weeks – gloomy. It was raining in the morning when you pulled into the parking lot before you started the day. You shut the engine down and sighed as you looked at the building.

You have been working for Dunder Mifflin for around six months now, since you moved here. Adjusting to the new city, new job and new coworkers wasn’t easy. Especially the new coworkers. As you were walking towards the entrance you accidentally stepped into a puddle which was deeper than it looked, and that caused your shoes to be soaking wet.

"Great, another fantastic day ahead,” you thought, before heading towards the building. When you stepped inside the office, you said hi to the new receptionist and you quickly walked towards the annex where your desk was located. A few people were already in, sitting at their desks – Dwight, of course always the first one to arrive, Meredith and Angela. And Jim.

“Hey you, good morning!” Hearing his voice made you freeze in your tracks, and you turned around to face him. Even if everything else in Scranton was rainy and gloomy, he was sunshine. He leaned back in his chair while he fiddled with a pen, his smile so bright it could light up a whole town. You felt a strange feeling in your chest.

“Hey, good morning.” You replied shortly and absent-mindedly, being lost in your thoughts.

“Are you alright? You seem preoccupied.” His tone switched to a bit more serious one, you could tell he really cared. He was sweet and you two had nice chats from time to time, but you couldn’t really consider what you two had a friendship. He was a nice colleague.

“Oh yeah, I just need to get these shoes dried up asap” you replied, looking down at your soaked feet. “Good thing I keep my granny slippers under my desk.” Jim chuckled as a response.

“You shouldn’t keep your things next to the electricity plugs. Especially polyester slippers, they are a fire hazard.” You heard Dwight say to you without even looking away from his computer screen, clearly fed up with the little small talk you and Jim had going on. You smiled and nodded at Jim as a signal that you’ll be on your way.

“Good luck,” he said, then turned back to his own work as well.

You plopped down into your chair and kicked off your soaked shoes. Luckily there was nobody in the annex yet, as the others usually arrived later than you. You put on your warm slippers and placed the shoes next to the heater. A heavy sigh escaped your lungs as you leaned on your elbows and buried your face into your palms. The strange feeling in your chest started to ease as you focused your mind back on work instead of your coworker.

As the time passed your other colleagues started to arrive and occupy their desks, as chatter filled the air, distracting you from your duties. You decided it was time to get another cup of coffee before you continued. It didn’t take long for Ryan and Kelly to get on your nerves with their constant fighting, but at least you didn’t have to pay for cable if you wanted to watch some crappy daytime drama.

You stepped into the small kitchen smiling about your own little joke when you noticed him. He also smiled when he looked at you.

“Someone’s in a good mood” he said, gesturing towards you with his own coffee mug in his hand.

“I’m just good at entertaining myself it seems.” You stepped closer to him to get a mug out from the cupboard, which was right next to him. He didn’t move when you opened it and stretched your arm to get your favourite mug from the shelf, the move making your shirt untucked and the skin at your hips exposed a little.

“I would say you are pretty entertaining in general. I’m glad you are feeling better.” You poured yourself a cup of coffee while he was slowly drinking his own. He didn’t seem like he was in a rush.

“You can say that, yes” you replied, your voice getting a little shaky at the end of the sentence when you felt the strange feeling in your chest again. A tingling sensation, starting in your chest then spreading through your veins when he stood so close next to you. “I’m a bit nervous about the quarter deadlines.”

“You are?” he asked with surprise in his voice.

“Of course, I still haven’t reached my targets in sales, and I need to by the end of the week. I also have lots of administration that I still need to do, and I’m just not good at this…” Your words came out of your mouth very quickly, and you felt yourself starting to ramble so to avoid that you quickly took a sip out of your coffee. It tasted horrible.

“Hey” he said in the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard as he put his hand on your forearm. It felt like your brain glitched for a second when his skin touched yours, and even though it was an innocent gesture, you felt the tingling sensation turn into straight up fire in your veins. Your heart started to beat rapidly in your chest, and you weren’t sure that he didn’t notice that. “You’ll do amazing, I know. And if you need anything from me, don’t be afraid to ask. I’d be happy to help.”

“Thank you” you said, your voice just a little lower than you wanted it to be. You scratched your throat before you spoke again. “I better get back to work. Complaining here won’t sell that paper.” He chuckled in response, and you took your mug to your table and sat down. You rubbed your eyes and sighed before looking up at your screen. It took you a few minutes to calm your nerves, then you delved back to work.

Probably fifteen minutes after you’ve sat down and the next distraction already arrived. Kelly.

“Soooo…” she started her sentence, sitting on the chair next to you, her eyebrows raised.

“So what?” You asked with genuine curiosity, as you had no idea what she wanted. Have you not sent your customer evaluations yet?

“What is going on with you?”

“With me? Um… nothing?” You cocked your brow at her while searching her face.

“Stop acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about!” She was basically whisper-shouting at you. And you genuinely had no idea what she meant.

“I’m sorry Kelly, I really have a lot of work that I have to finish, so if you don’t mind-” you started, but she interrupted you.

“Are you and Jim together?” The sudden question surprised you so much that you choked on your own spit. “Don’t be so dramatic, I see through you.”

“Why would you even think that? No, we are not together!” You looked around yourself before speaking, and lowering your voice to make sure no one else could hear what you were discussing. Kelly was not so discreet.

“Don’t play dumb on me, I saw you two in the kitchen earlier having a little moment!”

“A moment? No, no we were just talking about work” you replied and shook your head at her.

“With his hands on your arm? Yeah right” she scoffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Don’t be silly, that’s just a thing he does. He does that all the time.”

“Yeah, with you!” She snapped back and gave you a knowing look. You furrowed your eyebrows at her in confusion. “He never touched my arm. Or Meredith’s. Or anyone’s other than you.”

“You’re making this up.”

“Why would I?” She scoffed, but you gave her a knowing look and she rolled her eyes. “Okay of course I would, but not this time! I’m just saying you can’t fool me!”

“Yeah, you’re onto me Kelly. Now please, I need to get a lot of work done if I don’t want to get fired. How would I continue my top-secret office romance then?” You asked sarcastically and waved with your hands.

“Okay-okay, no need to be mean about it!” She stood up from the chair and waltzed back to her desk, where she could delve into her own office romance.

What she said didn’t leave your mind though. Was that true? You wouldn’t put it past her to stir up some gossip and drama just for entertainment. But would she really lie to you like that? What would she gain from it? And if she didn’t lie, what did that mean? Somehow you couldn’t decide if you’d prefer her lying or telling the truth.

Even if you were the only one Jim touched like that, that didn’t mean anything. It’s not like you wanted him to touch you like that. At least it was easier to convince yourself of that. This whole thing didn’t make any sense. You came to the conclusion that Kelly was just trying to get a reaction out of you with her story and there’s nothing more to it.

You delved back into work to try to keep your mind off this, you had enough stuff to worry about already. You spent the first half of the afternoon calling clients and trying to get new deals from the old leads you got from your predecessor – lots of them were completely useless. Suddenly you saw the others stand up and head towards the door.

“Aren’t you coming?” You heard Kelly’s voice. “Michael expects everyone in the meeting room.”

“Sure, I’ll be there in a second!” You quickly turned back to your computer and typed in a few things about your last deal before you forgot, then headed after the others. When you looked inside the room you saw most people already in there, Jim included. He waved at you from the last row and gestured at the empty seat next to himself. Your heart fluttered and you made your way over to him.

“Thanks, best seat in the house” you said, smiling.

“Absolutely. maybe this way we can get away without getting into a super awkward Michael Scott skit” he said while he crossed his arms and shot you a mischievous smile.

“Maybe we’ll be safe from that today, who knows. Have faith, Halpert!”

“I think you might be too optimistic on this one! How about a bet?”

“What kind of bet?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“I bet that we won’t get away without an awkward Michael situation.”

“I feel like this is a very risky bet on my part, but oh well. What does the winner get?”

“The loser pays for the others lunch tomorrow.” He answered, smiling.

“Deal” you said and shook his hand. In that second Michael appeared in the meeting room and started talking about the quarter ending soon, and sales. The importance of the relationship with the clients.

Jim was leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest, swinging his legs slightly. Ever so slightly that his thigh would touch yours every time he did it. Your heart was beating so loud it was all you could hear. This is stupid. Jim’s chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts.

“So, what do you say? How about a little improv? Who wants to sell me some paper?” Michael asked, and of course nobody answered. Everyone was either rolling their eyes or tried to look the other way so they don’t get picked. You tried to make yourself as small as you could so he wouldn’t pick you.

That’s when you felt the touch of a warm hand on your wrist, and it immediately flew to the air. You shot a horrified look at Jim, who was raising your hand for you.

“Ah, perfect, perfect!” You heard the voice coming from the front of the room, and you mouthed an “I’ll kill you!” at Jim. He just chuckled at you.

“You’ll do great!” He whispered and let go of your hand. You were so baffled you couldn’t even answer or object to being selected. Of course, let’s mess with the new staff. That’s fine.

You walked and stood next to Michael who was giggling like a little kid, being very excited about his improv exercise. As every improv with him, this ended up having a secret agent scene involved, where he would save you from an unknown threat, and that’s why he was disguised as a customer wanting to buy paper. You actually couldn’t be mad at him, because his joy was contagious. However, you were kind of mad at Jim.

You plopped down onto your seat next to him, crossing your arms, not looking his way. He scooched closer to you, his thigh now completely pressed against yours. His touch and closeness made you dizzy. Then he leaned towards you, but you didn’t turn towards him.

“I won” he whispered into your ear, and you felt a chill run down your spine as his breath warmed your skin. You felt heat rise in your body, and you started to feel lightheaded from him being so close to you. You immediately turned your head towards him. He was grinning like a child.

“No, you cheated!”

“Did I? I don’t know about that.”

“Yes, you did. I thought more of you, Halpert. Just text me what you want to eat tomorrow” you said and got up as the meeting ended, and you bolted towards the restroom, locking yourself in a stall.

You let out a shaky breath and you buried your face into your hands. This is nothing. It’s nothing. Damn it, Kelly. Why did she have to say those things? You felt like a schoolgirl with your silly little crush on your coworker, but all these things didn’t leave your mind. But even if it was true, even if Jim liked you, what then? Would you start dating? Would you just continue this office flirting forever? Would you just eventually fuck after an office party and completely forget it the next day?

That thought poisoned your mind with images that you didn’t want to think about, especially not in your workplace’s bathroom. But you couldn’t help it, and you felt the heat rise in your body again.

“Fucking hell” you breathed, shaking your head as if you could just shake those thoughts out. You stood up and left the restroom, heading straight back to your desk, not looking anywhere. You didn’t want to talk to anyone, you just wanted to finish working, go home, where you could work these frustrations out in peace. Yes, that seemed like a good plan. Somewhat good.

The time went by excruciatingly slowly. And it didn’t help that you couldn’t focus on your work because your head was full of thoughts about him. And you couldn’t shake them off. You had to finish your report by tomorrow morning at the latest, so your plan of quickly finishing the job and going home failed spectacularly. People had already started to leave the office as their day ended.

You were somewhat happy that you could work without Kelly and Ryan bothering you all the time, but you definitely were not happy about the thought of you having to be there for who knows how long. You hated overtime, but you couldn’t afford not to finish these reports. You rubbed your eyes and looked back at the screen of your monitor, at the names, addresses, numbers. It all felt so meaningless.

After about an hour of numbers, formulas and spreadsheets, you were done with the first half. You definitely needed to stretch your legs, so you decided to quickly print this before finishing the rest. You stood up from your chair, stretched your back a little and walked to your printer. You felt like the universe was taunting you when you saw the big “ERROR” message on the screen. You threw your head back and let out a dramatic groan before you made your way to the printer in the front of the office.

And then you felt like the universe was playing some kind of a joke on you when you saw Jim sitting at his desk.

Read Part II here.

[cy6err]

First look — W.S.

Pairings: Actress!Reader x Walker Scobell

Warnings: None! just fluff :) not proofread

Summary: After attending the Percy Jackson event at Disney, you were met by Walker and felt an instant connection with him.

A/N: Hi everyone, this is my first ever post and I don’t know if this will get a lot of attention :( How do people usually do that, by the way? Anyways! I hope you guys enjoy this because this was so fun to make. Also, my writing is a bit rusty because I have not written in almost two years 🥸.

And to come to my conclusion, Percy Jackson has been kind of a big hit lately (Walker scobell)

Note: This is completely made up and decided that you and Leah acted together in a show. (You can imagine whatever show you want!!) also, this is extremely short and a bit rushed 😭.

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Arriving at the Santa Monica pier for Percy Jackson after being invited by your closest friend Leah Sava’ Jefferies, you took a look around the place.

It had been a long flight and drive but you had a feeling it was worth it. You looked your best that day, with a light touch of makeup, your hair done, and even a cute but comfortable dress.

Leah always talked about the days she had when filming the series over FaceTime, giggling and saying she had an amazing time. She would also talk about her friends, Walker and Aryan. You knew Walker from the movie he starred in with Ryan Reynolds “the Adam project”, so you were a bit stoked to see him in person.

To put it quite simply, you were a huge fan of him. I mean, who wouldn’t? He was an amazing actor and he was definitely passionate about his career.

It was beautiful outside, the weather breezy but not too windy or cold. You were lost in your thoughts when Leah snapped you out of it, “hey, they’re over there!” She exclaimed, grabbing your hand and practically dragging you over to them.

You laughed to yourself at your friend’s energetic self, eventually catching up to her with a smile. “Hey guys, this is Y/n, a close friend of mine back from an old project I was in.” Leah greeted, gesturing towards you.

“Hi, I’m Aryan Simhradi.” Aryan smiled, nodding towards you as Walker also introduced himself. “And I’m Walker. Scobell, Walker. Walker Scobell.” He whispered something under his breath for embarrassing himself a bit.

You chuckle, shaking his hand. “Y/n L/n, pleasure to finally meet you.” He looked at you confused and repeated your words, “To finally meet me?”

“Right, sorry, I probably sound insane.” You laugh to yourself, blushing a bit as you felt self conscious. “Leah would always talk about you and Aryan, and I was a big fan of you since your movie ‘The Adam project’.”

He nods in acknowledgment, “oh, I see. Good things I hope?” He smiled softly.

“Yeah, totally.” You return the smile. “I like your shirt, by the way. Blue really suits you.”

His smile only grew, a light tint of pink covering his cheeks. Someone wouldn’t usually get him like that so he was confused, but he liked the feeling. “Thanks, I like your hair. It’s pretty.”

You haven’t even noticed Leah and Aryan already gone, leaving you and Walker alone together. You guys got to know each other more and even gave a little complimenting back and forth.

—

Later came the time for him to greet fans and take pictures, along with autographs and sign the board. During that time, he also talked to you and fans were ecstatic to see you as well— Mostly because they knew you from the big role you played in (your show of choice).

After the pictures and chats were over with, you guys talked some more. “No way, you were actually into the show that much?” Walker asked meekly, surprised that you watched the show all in one day to catch up on what’s happening.

“I mean, yeah. Its amazing! You played the role well, honestly.” You said, waving your hands to prove your point.

“That’s impressive, actually. I’m flattered.” He laughed to himself. He felt himself drawn to you, your bubbly personality and that killer smile. He loved the way you would talk about your interests and he found it adorable when your eyes would light up on the topic you liked.

You too felt that way, you loved his presence and you instantly felt comfortable and easy to talk to. It felt like you had known him for years. You felt your chest clench, but in a good way— and whenever he would compliment you, you’d find yourself turning red. Everyone’s dream, am I right?

Leah and Aryan were not oblivious, they caught on to you two and noticed your guys’ faces when you looked at each other. They giggled like school girls and talked about you two from afar until it was time for them to go home.

You said your goodbyes to Walker and the others and hop into the car with an exhausted sigh. Turning your head to meet Leah’s smirking face, “what?”

“Oh nothing, just had a great time. You?” She asked, getting comfortable in her seat.

“Yeah, it was great actually. Thanks for inviting me.” You reply, blushing a bit at the fact that you talked to the Walker Scobell and did light flirting.

—

It wasn’t long for fans to pick up on you two as well, videos going viral of you two together at the pier. You were in your room scrolling through tiktok when you found a video of you and walker talking to each other, giving bright smiles.

Your Instagram blew up as well, getting tons of notifications from being tagged and getting new followers. Getting interested in the news, you found yourself tapping on the page and smile to yourself.

Instagram:

Liked by: leahsavajeffries and 12,309 others

Walkersfangirl21: is no one gonna talk about how Walker and Y/n look at each other??

Comments:

User1: RIGHT?? Like, they’re so cute together omg 😔

User2: they def have feelings for each other, fight me.

User3: NOO my man 💔

��> User2: HELP ??? User3

User4: fandom bouta go crazy 😭 they look good tg ngl

Y/nsliver: she’s so pretty 🙁 they compliment each other so well!!

You scrolled through the comments, giggling to yourself like a little girl until you got another notification: walker.scobell followed you. now

Immediately sitting up on your bed, you got a message from him. Your heart was beating to fast it felt like it was about to explode.

Walker Scobell:

Hey! Finally found your insta

I couldn’t get it beforehand because I forgot to ask for it :/

You:

Hey, what’s up? No way you spent your time trying to find my account 😭

Walker Scobell:

Okay.. you caught me. I didn’t actually spend my time to look for it. I went on Leah’s account following and searched your name, who can blame me?

You:

lol, work smarter not harder.

Walker Scobell:

Exactly! Anyways, I had a question for you?

You:

Yeah, what is it? I’m a bit nervous.

Walker Scobell:

Trust me, I am too 😭 but I’d like to say that I enjoyed my time with you this evening and I’d like to know more about you? I like how you are

Hopefully that didn’t sound creepy oh my gosh.

Like, what I meant to say is I like your energy?

You:

Yeah, of course! On text? Or…

Walker Scobell:

We can hang out? Go to an arcade or something. Whatever you want to be honest.

You:

Are you asking me out on a date?

Walker Scobell:

If I say yes is that a yes? Cause if not, I might actually die.

You:

LOL it’s a yes, I would love to go out :)

Walker Scobell:

Great! Text me the details when you figure it out? (I totally didn’t just have a panic attack.)

You:

Yeah, I will! (Same tbh)

Walker Scobell:

Okay awesome… uh, wanna ft?

You:

Ofc!!! Here’s my # xxx-xxxx

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Hi guys!! I hope you guys enjoyed it… I’m not sure how to feel about this 😭 please send any requests 🤍🤍 xx

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

I NEEEED som jealous possessive bam bam, like I need that injected in my veinsssss PLEASEE

When You Don’t See Me

Y/N tells her boyfriend she want to take a break, not knowing the whirlwind that would follow.

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Angst, Fluff)

3k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, unhealthy relationships, a LOT of unhealthy coping mechanisms, depression, alcohol, alcoholism, description of injury, fights, piss, manipulation, drug use mention, hookups, gossip, lovers to enemies to lovers, possessiveness, jealousy

An: Thank you for the request!! I got the idea to explore not only how Y/N reacts to his behavior, but the psychology behind all of his outrageous behavior in his relationship with Y/N and how those around him react to it! This is decently darker and more metaphorical than my usual work, but I wanted to branch out a little and try new genres :) Lmk if you wanna see more stuff like this and keep sending in those requests! ;D

When you told him you wanted to take a break, you tried to let Bam down as gently as possible. Not two days later, you caught your now ex-boyfriend airing his dirty laundry on Sirius XM for all of America to hear. “But, Like- really, I don’t think she even cared about me...” Bam leaned back in his chair, the way his voice rose from emotion making your blood boil and heart ache at the same time, “ Like, ever.”

Ryan, always one to come to your defense when one of Bam’s dumb little buddies would give you a hard time, must’ve sensed the crumpled look on your face as you listened from your car. “I mean, maybe she just…couldn't handle all the fame stuff- I know chicks got issues with that sometimes.” “No- no, cause listen!” Bam interjected in that far too familiar tone, throwing himself into a rant, “Cause I come home with a broken elbow, and you know what she says? Nothing! Doesn’t ask what happened or anything! It’s like she doesn’t even give a shit. ”

When he came home from that skate tour touting a sling, you hadn’t asked him about it because it was the fourth time he’d broken it since you had dated him, and in all likelihood he’d get pissy with you if you did. Novak took the opposite position, “Dude, don’t even fuckin’ worry about it. You could get pussy in any zip code- youre Bam Margera!”

You’d half expected this shit, preemptively dashing the idea that Bam could handle this the way a mature adult might. Still, you had decided that you weren't going to let some schoolyard bully keep you from being happy. So, you managed to score a date with some nice guy who worked your shift- Friday, you got yourself all preened up with the intention of making a good impression at the local bar that night. And it started out nice enough- plenty in common, good chemistry, and a far cry from the manchild you were with before…

But when your date stepped away for a minute, you turned back to your drink only to hear, “Hey, who’s captain dipshit?” The way his voice grated on you made taking a rusty butter knife to your inner ear sound pretty tempting right about now. Trying your hardest to keep your nerve, tension settled in your throat, “Bam, I told you: I want to take a break. We agreed,” Without missing a beat, the little shit stepped closer, getting all up in your face with that dull, possessive look in his eye, “What? You fuckin’?” “Bam!” He shot a practiced glance over his shoulder, provocativity cloaked by liquor-fueled nonchalance, “What? M’just wonderin’ what you an’ Mr. Three Sided Dick Duster over there’ve been gettin’ up to- real catch y’got there.”

Leaning against the sticky bar top, frustration was heavy in your worlds as you spoke up over the excited roar of the bar, “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” When you were together, it seemed you were the perfect, warm little center of the universe. The room still got quiet now, but in this terrible, bitter way that made unlucky witnesses' skin crawl. “For one goddamn night, would it-“ At the slightest resistance, Bam backed off as if you were some aggressive animal snarling at him, “Alright, alright! Jeez, woman…”

Letting out a sigh mixed with relief and resentment, you didn’t end up catching what he did after disappearing into the crowd. See, Bam had been watching you with your date from afar before he’d stepped in, so he knew what the guy looked like before he stepped away to the men’s- enough to know the back of his head when he strutted into the bathroom and nestled right right next to that asshole. “Hey. Y’know that chick y’were talkin’ to? Yeah, keep an eye out- that one’s a psycho bitch.”

Bam didn’t seem to care how your date just stared at the tile in front of him, a little uncomfortable with the way he’d chosen the urinal right next to his despite nearly every other one being open. “Fucked half’a Westchester. Got all these gnarly STD’s an’ shit too.” Intimidated, he actually believed him. Blinking with recognition, your date zipped up his pants. “Oh. Thanks, man- really dodged a bullet there…” And thus began the awful corrosion of Mr. Bam Margera’s soul.

A couple weeks of no contact later, Bam discovered that the journey to the palace of personal enlightenment begins and ends with beer. Sure, he had drank before you left him, but it was sissy shit. Now, he was drinking. Unseasonably cold, he hunched his shoulders, shoving his hands in his pockets to fight off the wind. “Alright, man!” Novak, who was always happy to be drinking on Bam’s tab, threw an arm around his shoulders as the rest of the gang followed behind into the bar, “Let’s get wasted.”

It was the same cheesy ass line he’d used three times this week, and it was only Thursday. Nobody, not his close friends nor the general public, made any mention of this shift in Bam's behavior, writing it off the same way they did when he dumped his hummer in the quarry- the disease of having too much money: Affluenza. Spoiled MTV rich boy acted like a spoiled MTV rich boy- alert the presses…

Drunk, Bam was a neglected child- brooding over lost pool games and getting into petty arguments in which he was obviously in the wrong- these nights usually ending with him passing out and needing to be carried home by Dunn. Glancing across the bar, that anxious, stir crazy feeling simmered deep in his loins.

“Yo, I’m gonna go take a leak.” Dunn shot him a nod as he hopped off the barstool, “Alright, don’t fall in.” Though he didn’t say anything, he was the only one to notice Bam’s off behavior; that flimsy look in his eye when he made a joke that nobody laughed at, the weird intensity that followed him around in this evil cloud- and of course, the drinking. But, I mean- Dunn didn’t say anything. Listen, if Ryan’s girl dumped his ass and he turned to the bottle, the last thing he’d want is his best friend stagin’ some kinda intervention. So he kept his mouth shut.

Bam discovered that, in crowded college bars, you could take a piss in some corner or on an arcade cabinet, and nobody’d ever care. Cruising across the dance floor he was moving a checker to another square, Bam started sizing up the population for a worthy target. Bingo. So inconspicuously, he crept up behind the biggest, roided-up frat dude in the joint, who too busy bragging about how much he could bench to hear the soft teeth of a zipper undoing.

“Yeah, I’m gonna hit the ARC tomorrow with Brett an’ Travis. I’ve been workin’ on this-“ Oh, that look on his face once he noticed the warm, dark spot on his khakis after Bam had emptied his bladder on the back of his leg...Priceless. “Dude- what the fuck?!” And when that man twice his size got all up in his goddamn face to freak him out, the shit eating grin on Bam’s face didn’t even twitch. “Yeah? Cmon fucker, whatch’a gonna do ab-“ In one quick twitch muscle jerk, mister Beta Alpha Mu swung a quick right hook, plating MTV star teeth in thick, tan knuckles.

So Bam swung back. Weeks of petty, dumb fights morphed his hands into over-pruned tree branches, with purple knobs of broken bone that were more a result of his limp-wristed punching than they were actual battle scars. The angry, little red scrapes, the black eyes that changed color in the mirror like mold; he was alive, and this shit was proof of it. Bam had free fucking will and freedom- and he still had all of his teeth despite the blood that was painting his enamel.

Diffusing the situation, Ryan tugged his best friend into the crowd, away from the still shouting meathead and toward the door, knowing his friend would’ve gotten turned into burger before he conceded. Stumbling behind, the cool night air bit at Bam’s adrenaline flushed skin, muscles burning as he collapsed against his chest. Ryan held him steady as if he were waiting for the gears in his best friend's brain to start turning, “What the hell happened?”

There’s blood on Ryan’s t-shirt now. The question was rhetorical. The passerby who stared at the two knew that; it’s Bam, that’s what he does. And he knew that too, glancing up with those big, painfully blown out pupils. His eyes were so goddamn blue…

Most mornings, Bam woke up tangled in sheets that were not his. It was as if waking up cold and alone in the bedrooms of strange, blood-sucking sycophant women was anything other than a cry for help. Disoriented, he blinked awake, the early morning chill of the air alerting him first to the fact that he was naked, before the sounds of life- female life, in the next room over, hit his ears.

Bam went out and hooked up with girls, which was never hard. Women caught wind that he was out at some bar and they started throwing themselves at him like Hands on a Hardbody; with a Lamborghini instead of the D12. The events blurred together in this vestigial memory of sleaze, but that isn’t to say he didn’t remember some of it. Take this scene from the previous night: tucked away in some intimate little corner-of-the-bar pleather booth, there were five chicks to the one him- and they were just relishing him with all that delicious attention. Bam needed it the way he needed air. Melting under this affection, he chuckled, “I’m goin’ on this tour with Tony Hawk this summer, and-“ The one running her fingers through his curls cooed, “Really? That’s so cool…”

Bam was occupied with the notion that all those shit feelings could just shoot out his dick with his load…Yeah. Soft curves, warm bodies, and all the free range pussy a guy could drown in. He fucked and, he fucked, and he sowed his wild goddamn oats with any woman who’d seen his face on MTV. And here’s the weird thing: Bam could reach out and touch these girls; he could feel the flesh on their hips pool between his fingers, and he could feel the silicone in their lips when he kissed them, but beneath the skin, there was nothing. He was simply not there.

Stumbling to his feet, he wandered over to the mirror in the hall, taking a glance at his reflection as he passed. That’s who he was: Bam fucking Margera. He was private jets to skate events, and brand deals with designer sunglasses, and the winding filigree down his ribs that caught that light as he examined himself. That hollow collar of bruises and hickeys was worn with pride. Bleach washed laminate of Ms.Whoever’s Chichester condo felt cold on his feet as he stumbled into the kitchen, trying to get his bearings. “Oh, morning!” The big green eyes on the chipper blond stranger at the island lit up as he sat down, bare ass on one of the stools, “Hungry?”

Bam gave her a drowsy, nondescript hum, leaning his head into his hand. He wasn’t. Yet that bowl of cereal slid in front of him, little rainbow O’s bobbing and swirling in the milk. It reminded him of how, when you dated, you never made him breakfast. You never fussed over him, or asked him where he was going, or told him to call when he was across the country, filming…Anyways, breakfast- the two of you usually ended up going to Denny’s the morning after: french toast and pancakes and moons over my hammy…

“I could start you a shower if you’d like.” He was shaken from his carby fantasies by the cheerleader titter, “Maybe we could go out later, or-“ Bam waved her off, not even meeting her gaze as he stood up from artisan, hand carved Ziricote to to grab the same jeans he’d worn for a week from where he kicked them onto the floor last night, “Nah, I got some…things’t do today.” And that cereal sat there as she watched him do up his belt with a dreamy smile.

He was a trophy to these women, something they could hang on their shelf and brag about: it’s the new Bam Margera doll by Element Toys! Bring him home and take his clothes off! Steal his sports watch off his wrist while he’s sleeping and refuse to return his calls! Don’t tell him your boyfriend’s on his way home until he’s gettin’ pulled off you and thrown out your front door, pants around the ankles! Accessories not included…

It got to a point where he had to wonder: what’s the point of the drinking? I mean, you have fun and fuck arround, but a while ago, it was just work to keep up that exciting, MTV rich boy persona that everybody’s expecting when they hear Bam’s making public appearances. Sure, he could do a bump or whatever to keep being fun, but that gets stale. And if he drank alone in his bedroom, he would really have a problem. What about the girls? Sure, they felt good for a night, but again- even though they were jumping at him, Bam felt like it was so much work to get in their bed…He was tired. So, he slept- well, more accurately he laid in bed. It was the longest he’d gone without skating since he twisted his ankle on the vert ramp. Phone calls and emails went unanswered, videos stayed unedited far behind schedule.

Rock bottom would be delivered by the divine messenger that was Bam’s cd player. To think back on this- it’s fucking shameful. He’d sooner take an ancient dagger to his wrists and make a blood oath to never, ever, ever commit such an egregious, melodramatic deed. Bam listened to Razorblade Romance, cover to cover, three goddamn times. Curtains drawn, his body nestled firmly in the him shaped divot in the bed. Oh, Ville…he made this kind of emotional suffering sound beautiful.

And between tracks twelve and thirteen, he got to wondering: what the actual fuck was he was doing? Bam came to the base realization that he didn’t want to feel this bitter, stabbing unhappiness anymore. By extension, didn’t wanna wallow in his own self pity which he’d previously been trying in vain to satisfy. So, what was he doing?

You opened your front door, and Bam was standing on your front step. More than angry, you were bewildered as to why the hell he’d even want to see your face, “What do you want?” Met with what he perceived as utter indifference from his once adoring girlfriend, he thought to tell you everything. Bam imagined himself putting his foot down and laying into you about how fucking miserable you’d been making him by being such a cold bitch, and how much he was entitled to feel better, but you hadn’t done anything but being gone. You weren't holding Bam at knifepoint and forcing him to pity himself. This was all him.

“I missed you.” It was the truth- the underlying truth to this bullshit. Coincidentally, that's the moment you noticed it: the healing split lip, the lingering green from an old bruise on his cheekbone. “What happened to your face?” Bam stepped through the open space not occupied by your body in the doorway, murmuring “Fight at the bar…” he paused at your perplexed expression before admitting with a ragged sigh, “A couple’a fights.”

So, you let him in. The little spiral Bam had tripped into after a few months without you had shattered him, and come to find out, nobody cared enough to put back those pieces well, nobody except you. “You look like shit...” Yeah, great attempt to keep things light. Bam was looking at himself through your eyes: the way his clothes hung off his frame, the sunken-in way his eyes sat in his skull- yeah, he probably did look like shit. “Are you okay? Can I get you somethin’ t’drink?” Bam gave you a nod.

You started out sitting on the couch, discussing the events that led to this, which morphed into laying, then your fingers weaving in his curls, holding him just like you used to. And there’s something funny that happens in men’s brains when they get sorely needed comfort. “I just…I gotta hole in me, you know? Like, this big, empty space in my heart or whatever- and I try to fill it,” Just barely restrained, Bam’s voice cracked in a way it hadn’t since he was a teenager, “and nothing ever fucking works, and I feel so lost, and…I’m cold.” Warm breath against your neck as he burrowed into you, he mumbled, “Fuckin…hold me. I’m cold.”

This sheer quantity of exhaustion drew uncharacteristic honesty from Bam’s lips. As pathetic as this would look to an outside observer, you felt empathy for the crumpled man-shaped ball of nerves in your lap- after all, you did date him. There was something cloyingly sweet about how bad he needed you.

As a consolation to his sorry state, you offered him something to drink, as is customary when you have guests over. Yes, he would like that very much. A few beers in, Bam mellowed out, and that brings you to the present. Looking down at the way he was sprawled out on your chest, you murmured, tenderly pushing some hair off of his forehead, “Y’wanna go’t Denny’s in the morning?” Bam couldn't imagine anything that sounded better than that.

[shelbgrey]

Thank you for writing a Rusty Ryan fic. They’re none and it’s criminal

Dating Rusty Ryan headcanons

Parting: Rusty Ryan x Ocean!Reader

Summary: headcanons about rusty Ryan dating Danny ocean's little sister. - SMUT warning

A/N: sorry this is so short <3

❤️MasterList ML2 ❤️ Dating moodboard

No one really knows how you ended up together, Your older brother Danny really wants to know. He gets out of prison and all the sudden you two are together.

“I was in the slammer that long” Danny sighed. “yeah it happened after the 'incident'” you told your brother.

Danny didn't like it a first, he always thought no one was good enough for you. He saw how happy you were and got over it.

Even though Rusty is his best friend and his most trust Ally, he put the fear of God into Rusty. “if you hurt her there will be nothing left of you except some blond hair and an accident”

Nobody on the team except you and Rusty know what the 'incident' is. It aggravates everyone beacuse anytime some asks how you ment you say the incident. “you keep saying that, what does that mean?!” Linus asked annoyed.

So how you two became to be is just this big mystery and slowly turned into a inside joke among the team.

You guys are either the ultimate power couple or the old married couple that should probably get a devorce.

Not in a bad way by all means, he treats you like a princess and would never hurt you. I mean as in you two will say the most out of pocket things to each other and playfully bully each other.

To a stranger this may seem bad, but really you have a good relationship. “no, that's just how they talk to each other”

This man has your back to the very end and is very protective. Your a hacker for the team and he makes sure you stay in that position, he's terrified that if you go out on the field you'd get shot or sent to jail.

He drinks a lot and so dose the other boys, but if you don't he'll never pressure you or let other people. “she doesn't drink, leave her the fuck alone”

He'll teach you how to play poker, he has a lot of fun and enjoys figuring out your little quirks and tendencys during the game.

If your practing for an actual game he be a tad bit less lenient. “Angel, you don't have a poker face”

You guys get a pit bull and it's the sweetest thing that's ever walked on the face of the earth. She is definitely your protector, but she's Rusty's shadow.

Your the only person he'll share his food with, he likes a woman that's not embarrassed to eat what they want.

You'll get a like a huge thing of chili fries and share them.

He'd probably keep snacks in your bag incase he gets hungry during Danny's long ass meetings.

He's a big cuddler and is touched starved. If your hacking somthing on your computer he'd pull you close to him so your back is against his chest and your nessled between his legs.

He thinks your so smart and amazing, especially when your working. He'd just admire you as your typing away on your laptop.

You love his blue eyes, you could star into them for hours. It annoys Danny how you just check him out when your supposed to be working. “his eyes are blue big deal, so are my socks”

He's a rough kisser, he's way taller than you so usually he hold your chin between his fingers and lift for head up to kiss you.

There's a lot of neck and forehead kisses being handed out by this man. He loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and just trail soft kisses down your neck.

He also loves it when you kiss his forehead. It just a small, loving gesture he absolutely loves.

You play with his rings if your bored. If your setting next to each other during one of Danny's meetings you'll just hold his hand and play with them.

He calls you Angel and baby. You call him Honey, sweetheart and if you want to tease him Rust bucket.

You guys get tattoos together a lot, sometimes you make a whole date out of it. He's probably got your name tattooed some where on his body, which you didn't aporve of since it's permanent.“you act like we're gonna break up, your stuck with me angel”

Which is true, your stuck with each other till death. But there's still a part of you that thinks your not good enough, which you are. I think every girl has that problem every once and a while.

You weren't gonna get a white wedding, you knew that and Rusty thought the Cort house wasn't good enough. So you got married in the church of Elvis the next time you went to Las Vegas.

But Rusty will make sure you know how perfect and beautiful you are. He knows your too good for him and he's damn lucky to have you. “Woman, I'm lucky I even got you. I'm glad you think I can pull another chick, but I really can't”

If your in the kitchen cooking he's under your feet sampling everything. It's even worse when you get a dog because you have to move around them both. “Rusty, quit eating! I'm trying to cook”

“I'm hungry, woman!” he said with his mouth full. “your always hungry”

He probably didn't get decent home cooked meals till he started dating you. He loves your cooking.

NSFW headcanons:

He's a soft/mean Dom, it just depends on his mood. But no matter what he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.

He'll mark your thighs with his teeth and biting hard enough to leave a light bruise.

Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his hair or he'll tangel his fingers in yours and tug on it when he's getting head or about ready to cum.

He definitely has a Praise kink too, he loves making you feel loved and appreciated. He love how he can easily make you blush. “your so Beautiful”

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

He would really get off on marking you up. He didn’t think he would, as it wasn’t something he thought too much about but when he did it there was no turning back.

definitely a fan of overstimulation, he loves the way that your body twitches and you whimper from his touch.

God, he loves anything to do with your breasts. He loves it when your sitting on his lap, grinding against his bulge while his face is buryed in your breasts, kissing and marking them up.

One of his biggest kink is cumming inside you, seeing you filled up just makes him go crazy.

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.

[alessiathepirate]

RUSTY RYAN:

POKER: Rusty Ryan x fem!reader

Summary: As they go to pick Danny up she can’t help but think about the moment she shared with Rusty after the heist.

Warnings: smoking, mentioned stealing, the usual Ocean’s stuff, otherwise just fluff

LINUS CALDWELL:

CONFIDENCE BOOST: Linus Caldwell x fem!reader

Summary: Rusty left the last advice unfinished, seemingly making Linus both nervous and annoyed. Luckily she's there to help.

Warnings: only a few swear words, but other than that nothing at all

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[dramatic-crying]

i hate you, but not really // ryan dunn x reader

description: you are one of Ehren's friends from high school (you're 3 years younger than him), and he always brings you to watch the boys film for Jackass the Movie. Because of this, you spend a lot of time on set, and Ryan and you have developed a bit of a rivalry... or so you thought.

warnings: language (obviously), enemies to lovers, ryan being a little shit, the reader also being a little shit

writing prompts:

"If it makes you feel better, you can slap me. Lightly."

"You deserve to know something."

"I have grown to care for you. Deeply."

word count: ~1.3k

The Jackass crew and I are currently in a golf course, getting ready to smash the shit out of some golf carts and mini golf attractions. Dico and Bam are gonna ride in one cart and Knoxville and Dunn are gonna be in the other. Knowing Ryan, he's gonna crash the fucking cart, as he always does, and get someone injured. But, of course, he thinks he's hilarious when it does happen. That man has no concern for anyone but himself, and it obviously shows in everything he does.

I'm forced out of my thoughts by a familiar voice behind me, the most annoying person that could talk to me right now. "How about a kiss for good luck, sweetheart?"

I whip around to find Ryan in all his grimy glory with a shit-eating grin on his face. I scoff aggressively and back up a few steps from him. "Eat dirt, asshole." I cross my arms.

He looks away incredulously and then right back at me, taking a few steps towards me. "You know what, why do you have to such a bitch all the time? I've never done anything to you, why do you have to hate me so much?"

My eyes widened, and I can feel my cheeks start to redden as his frustrating words begin to sink in. "Oh, really?" I interrogate him, my voice dripping in venom. "I'm a bitch to you? Says the person who hazed me the entire first week I hung out with you guys, including spray-painting a dick on my car!! Just leave me the fuck alone, please?"

As I turn away to return to the rest of the group, Ryan darts in front of me and says, "Okay, okay, okay. If it makes you feel better, you can slap me. Lightly."

"No! Why the hell would I do that?" I roughly push past him and down to the group of friends we share.

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After filming for the day, Knoxville suggests we all go out to dinner and invited me along. He suggests that we should all go home and change out of our disgusting clothes and then go out for dinner, which is exactly what we end of doing.

I hitch a ride from Ehren after I've already changed into clean clothes, and we're already halfway to the restaurant before he speaks up. "What's your problem with Ryan?"

Caught off guard with his strange question, I furrow my brows in contemplation. To be honest, I didn't really know anymore. It's just always felt right to hate him, but I realize that doesn't make any sense. So, I answer Ehren's question truthfully in return. "I don't really know. There's just something about him that gets under my skin."

"Do you mean... like in a good way?" He questions, meeting my gaze to raise his eyebrows.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" I look at him back in disgust.

He sighs in defeat and says, "Nevermind. I guess you two are a lost cause after all... Now I owe Dave 20 bucks."

Ehren and I are the last to arrive at the restaurant and we meet up with everybody right outside the front doors. My eyes immediately drift over to Ryan. But, with surprise, he actually looks pretty nice. For once, his clothes are actually clean, and his rusty orange shirt compliments his rosy cheeks delightfully.

I feel someone tap my left shoulder and find Bam playfully staring at me with one eyebrow raised. I sigh and confusedly ask, "What is it?"

He flicks his eyes from Ryan to me and back to him again. "Find something interesting to look at?"

I chuckle and push his shoulder, jokingly telling the brunette to shut up. What no one noticed at this point, and what Ryan would refuse to admit later, was that seeing me joke around with Bam sent a pang of sadness and envy through his body.

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At around 8:30, we had all finished eating and visiting with each other and unanimously decide to start to head home. I noticed that Ryan would barely look at me throughout the meal, which was weird considering that he usually picks fights with me at any given moment.

I begin to walk to Ehren's car to get a ride home, but I'm stopped cold in my tracks by a hand gently grasping my wrist. I turn around to find curly-haired Ryan staring straight back at me with a look of apprehension in his eyes. "What do you want?" I ask, not ripping my hand out of his grip yet.

It takes a few seconds for him to respond. When he does, his voice cracks. "Can I just talk to you for a second, alone?"

As I'm standing in front of him, pondering my next words carefully, I suddenly notice who Ryan really is for the first time ever. He's not cruel, he's compassionate. He's not careless, he's thoughtful. "Um, sure," I reply, stepping away from the street and slowly striding to a bench not far from the restaurant we just left.

Although he's walking behind me, he sits down before me, ushering me to sit down next to him. On any other night before this, I never would have chosen to spend any more time with him than I had to. But, for some reason, I'm not even second-guessing my choice to sit as close to him as possible.

He slowly turns his torso to me and rests his hands on his lap. The blonde-haired man takes a deep breath before speaking. His voice is so quiet, it's just above a whisper. "You deserve to know something."

I swallow deeply, preparing myself for anything that he could say.

"You need to know that I have grown to care for you. Deeply. And I know that this may take you off guard or cause you to hate me even more than you already do, but I wanted to get this off my chest because my feelings for you have plagued my thoughts for months."

My breath leaves my body, and I find it hard to even look at this man who has just poured his heart out to me. And it isn't because I don't feel the same way. It's the complete opposite and I have just realized it. "Listen, Ryan," I begin, but he abruptly stands up from the bench.

"Actually, you know what, I realized that this is a bad idea, so I'm just gonna go and probably never talk to you again out of embarrassment," Ryan admits. Before he can even take a step away from me, I grab his hand that has been glued to his side for this entire time and I squeeze his palm in mine while interlocking our fingers. I look up to his eyes, and they seem to be glued to the sight of our intertwined hands.

"Doesn't seem so bad, does it?" I chuckle, swinging our arms together a little bit. "I want you to know... um..." My mouth suddenly feels dry as my tongue fails to create the words. "I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. You never deserved that. And I now realize that I have been the luckiest person to have you there for me. I think, if we both put in effort, we can make us work. What do you think, Dunn?"

Ryan takes another step forward, so our bodies are almost touching, and he brings his hands up to cup my waist. "I have been waiting months for you to say that," he says as he dips his head to bring our lips into a passionate kiss that neither of us will forget for the rest of our lives.

FIN

hey everyone! i'm so excited that i finally wrote a fic over 1k words! also, the overwhelming support i have received over the past couple of days is super heartwarming and i'm so grateful for each and every one of you that have read my stories on here <3

[sunny-mercya]

Casino Blues

01. First Heist

Rusty Ryan x Male Reader | Platonic! Danny Ocean x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Ocean's Trilogy

Masterlist | Previous / Next | Prototype OS

When Danny, after being out of prison, asked Rusty to join him at a Grand Coup of heist—Rusty had only agreed halfway to it. After all, he wanted to know for what exactly they would rob and risking their lives and freedom for.

Especially freedom, because Rusty sure as hell—damned he will be—didn't want to get caught and being send, like Danny, into prison. He simply couldn't afford such ending.

And when Danny told him, they gonna rob—not only one but three—Casinos in good old Viva Las Vegas, Rusty wanted to know a even far more good enough reason for him to join in such madness.

And Danny, like the best friend and charming asshole he is, told Rusty the only valid reason he needs to have;

»If we pull this off and I promise you, we will. You can finally pay the devils debt and free [Name], moving to wherever your heart desires and afford the safety you have promised him.«

Danny was right, hitting a wound point in Rusty's ego, because there had been one thing Rusty—in all those years—couldn't do and that was giving you proper protection. Protecting you from a past, you would never be able to free yourself from it, if you didn't have a certain amount of money for it.

»Okay, I'm in. But if we fail, I'm gonna send you personally to hell, Danny boy.«

Rusty might have agreed, trusting and believing in his friend that they will manage this with a 100 percentage chance of successful winning—but he also knew what price it would cost him, because if they indeed fail. It would be you, who Rusty would lose and you're more worth to him than all the money and jewels in the world.

~~~

So far, the whole plan went, besides minor improvements, smoothly good.

Rusty could almost imagine the millions of Dollar he would have soon. Enough money to buy you free and finally live with you in peace.

Just you and him, thought Rusty, imagining the new chapter of life—fully secure, comfortable and happy healthy—he would have with you and maybe a big family with lots of cats and dogs.

„Uh, uhm, Rusty there's–“ „Rusty, there's a problem. A you problem.“

»What?« asked Rusty through the mini microphone, scrunching up his face in confusion—forgetting his cup of jello momentarily. Another problem? What do they mean with "you"-problem?

„Look towards the entrance. You might need to prepare for a divorce too.“

»Fuck. Give me some extra minutes to sort this out.«

»Robert Russel James Ryan! You do not leave our house in such fucking manners. How fucking dare you! Do you know how fucking worried I was?!«

A few people had turned their heads, starting to gossip already, when you marched forward to Rusty and shouted in anger at him.

Ouch, shouting his full name—you're furious, a deadly threat of trait of yours, with him and it was Rusty's own fault.

Rusty took a few steps forward, discarding his cup of jello and raising both of his hands in surrender—wanting to appease you.

Honestly, he haven't seen you this angry, ever since Danny and he had a fistfight with your "Boss"—which they of course had lost, as they couldn't win against a knife and knuckleheads—and you were so upset with them, that you cussed them out so much—they were taken aback by it, spook them just a little—while you treated their wounds.

So yes, Rusty—and as well Danny—knew your kind of anger very well.

»Hey, love, watcha doing here?« Rusty was curious how you got here—as you should be in sunny California, safe and sound in the apartment.

»Don't come with such bullshit. You know perfectly well, why the fuck I'm here. So tell me now, Robert, the fuck are you and Danny—and I know the fucker is here as well—suspiciously planning to do here?!« you had raised your finger, pointing threatening at him.

Rusty inhaled and exhaled deeply through his nose, trying to think of ways to get you away from here—before you either might could get harmed by accident, being caught in the metaphorically crossfire or causing a disturbance to their plan.

Though, perhaps, he could use you for a good distraction, but no—no, no, he had sworn himself to not do such things with you.

Gripping your arms gently, Rusty pulls you close to his side and leads you away to a more secluded area of waiting.

Rusty brought you a glass of cold Cola, which you begrudgingly took from your husband. Taking a few sips from it, you gave Rusty a pointed look—almost a frown or angry glare—awaiting an explanation from him.

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Waking up to an empty bedside wasn't what had spooked you into a worry—it was the discovery that your husband was nowhere in the apartment and that he couldn't be called and neither Danny.

It might didn't seem like big problem for most people, but for you it was—considering your past and what happened to Rusty and Danny back then.

Your mind raced with unpleasant thoughts and memories. Every possibility of what if's run through, flooding you with anxiety.

Rusty could've been; in a accident, being in hospital injured, arrested—most likely, your husband is certainly not a innocent man and had done some bad things of illegally—you're not a saint either though—you're aware of it—or worst case scenario, your Boss signed of the deal and killed Rusty.

God, it causes waves of nausea inside your stomach. Lungs feeling so tight, it was hard to breathe for the next minutes and your body, shaking like unstable tower during an earthquake.

»Fucking above, I swear to, Rusty will get his share fair of talk from me to hear.« you grumbled out, cursing loudly when you hit your hand somewhere.

You needed to sit down for a few minutes, stress getting too high and head too light.

~~~

».....surprise«

»Repeat that?« you blinked at him, haven't registered one word of what Rusty just had told you.

»I said, I can't tell you what me and Danny doing here, because it's a surprise, love«

»Rusty, you tell me now, why you and Danny are here or so god help me.«

»My love, I can't. It's a surprise«

Perhaps, in retrospective, Rusty shouldn't have woken you up in the early hours of morning—still in a daze of sleep, in between slumber of dreams—and telling you, in a half-truth, about a little trip he's gonna do, kissing you goodbye.

And yeah, maybe Rusty should have told you personally about the little heist they gonna do, but then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore and Rusty loved it to surprise you.

»Fuck your surprise, Rusty. I honestly thought he had signed off the deal and oh, I don't know, killed you. I was worried sick, asshole.«

»I know, I know my dear. I should have told you, I know. Could my prince forgive me?«

Rusty leaned in closer, whispering the last few words in your ear as he asks for your forgiveness, ghosting small kisses over face and your lips—when you remain silent.

You rolled your eyes at Rusty antics, but couldn't help yourself to smile.

„Not to bother, rus, but time management?“

Sometimes, Rusty thought—holding back a groan of annoyance—the guys sure could be a mood killer and pain in the ass. It's his and Danny's team though and a teams a team and they a job to do.

»Wait for me at Helios-Motel, I'll be there in like a hour.«

Rusty kissed you one more time on the lips, before standing up. You had taken hold of his hand, before he could walk away.

»You promise me, you and Danny will be safe?«

»Of course, my prince.«

If Rusty might be caught today's night and they would ask him for his reasons, he would tell them; it's you, you're his sole reason for everything he does.

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 16

Dean x Fem/Reader

Part 16🥰🐞

A/N: This is heartbreaking, and beautiful, fluffy, fluffy and more fluff😋

Side Note: Thank you all so much for the support. Much love, my bugsies 🥰🐞

Warnings: anger, raised voices, sexual content 🙈

......

Opening your eyes, tilting your head upwards, lifting a little of his chest, admiring the brown, beard fading into a slight whitish gray, he looks so peaceful, he might be a giant, but his a gentle giant.

Snuggling closer to him, the cinnamon, woody with just a touch of orange blossom scent coming from him awakens her senses. Tracing little circular movements on his chest, thoughts wandering off too last night, a smile tugging at her lips, remembering ever little detail, the way he cherished her, made her feel loved, and wanted, desirable even, sent an electric sensation through her body.

Somehow this man with his sky blue, heart melting eyes, took a hold of your heart, there was a softness in his masculinity, a protective warmth in his strong arms and a soul that whispers, I know you don't need me, but I'll always be here.

His voice sounded husky, when he said morning darling, hearing him call her that, in his tone of voice, with that deep southern accent of his, was enough to send her over the edge.

Morning, her voice sounded almost musical. Their eyes met again, and so did their lips, she knew in that very moment, if she didn't start making her way home today, she'll probably never leave his warmth.

....

Studying the room one last time, remembering the pain, healing, laughter and then finally the love and intimacy these walls came to recognize, she took out her sketch pad, not the one Benny gave her, but a new one she bought, for capturing the moments the two of them shared, the first page was a pencil sketch of the three of them sitting at the dinner table, laughing about the cat who stole the drumstick, the last two pages was filled with rough sketches about the cherry blossom tree and then the two of them all tangled up underneath the covers.

Putting it on the bed, with a note attached "saying thank you Benny for looking after me and helping me to get better and trust again, in here you'll find all the memories we made, I will cherish you in my heart forever. Much love , your ladybug darling " signing the letter with a little heart, and a lipstick stain from her pouting lips.

...

Looking at the woman with her lively eyes and short brownish hair, she could see tears shimmering, trying to keep your own voice steady, I'm going to miss you Judy, thank you for everything, I literally would not have been here if it weren't for you.

Oh honey, take care of yourself she said while pulling you into a hug, I'll always be here if you need me okay! Now I have to go before I cuff you the house so that you never leave, a little laugh escaping her lips.

Walking closer to where Benny were standing you could see his forehead furrowed and he's brows drew together, his bright blue eyes became a greyish colour, revealing the sadness, your lips parched to say something, he leaned in, tasting your lips, one last time, still holding you close, a sad smile forming on his face,

I'll be back Benny, your voice sounded breathy, his raspy, voice washed over you saying no you won't darling now go and be free but remember you'll never be unloved by me, you are too well tangled in my soul and therefore I will always be there whenever you need me.

Her eyes swam with tears, she sighed while digging her head in his chest, I love you Benny.

"I love you too Darling he said while kissing the crown of her head.

With wide eyes she said I should stay.

No! Go be brave, be free darling. I'll be here, he purred.

Getting into your car sending one last glance over your shoulder before driving through the rusty gates. You wondered if you'll ever see him again.

You just drove, you were so tempted to turn back, your heart was torn, on the one side there's Dean who you'll always love and then the other side Benny, who captured your heart. Damnit I'm confused, whispering to yourself. Making a promise to no-one really, that you were just going to focus on making amends its the final step, and for the rest, you'll figure it out as you go.

..

She drove into her old hometown first stop Bobby she inhaled, this is going to be hard isn't it!

She knocked on the door, hearing the old man's rough voice coming through the door, - what the hell, get off my property, I will shoot, door screeched open.

Noticing the shotgun and him standing upright, made her laugh.

He sounded overjoyed, babygirl, tears shown in his deep blue eyes. He grabbed ahold of her, so happy to see you, you look better than ever.

Laughter overtook her, so glad to see you too Bobby.

Inviting her in, they talked, she apologized, he did the same, telling eachother everything.

She got up promising she'll come by and drink coffee, but she had a few people she needed to see.

Before heading out the door Bobby stopped you, his voice sounded heavy, babygirl, just a heads up, Dean took your leaving hard, he can tell you everything himself, but his better now, he went back to his old ways though, different woman every week.

One of his one night stands from back in the day showed up in town, and they started to see eachother again. not sure how that's going, but I just wanted to let you know.

Oh! Thanks Bobby, her words sounded more brittle than she intended. She gave Bobby one last hug, walking towards her car, thinking about how much she hurt him, her glossy eyes revealed the throbbing pain in her chest.

Inhaling some air into her lungs she drove towards the house she grew up in.

Recalling one of the quotes Benny used to say from JK Rowling "Anything's possible if you got enough nerve" , her mouth curving into a smile. That man and his quotes.

She pulled into the driveway shaking just a bit. She just stood there making sure she looked good, knocking on the door.

Seeing her mom open the door, the emotion welling up in her eyes, Hi mom, her lower lip trembling.

Honey your home, Caroline sobbed. Pulling her daughter into a heartfelt hug.

I'm so sorry about everything mom, I..I.. was just so broken, I'm so sorry for causing all this pain.

Looking into her daughter's eyes, seeing the light in them again, is the only apology she ever needed.

The two of them spend the rest of the day, catching up, crying, holding eachother.

...

When Bill came home, he acknowledged the joy gleaming from his wife, sweetie?

"Sweetheart look in the living room, she insisted.

He just stood there, hearing his daughter's sweet voice, hello daddy. His eyes glistening, babygirl he exclaimed!

She ran towards him, Hugging him, apologising and telling him everything.

Glancing at your parents, realising you had no idea how much you missed them, that night after dinner you lend your mom's phone to video call your brother.

The shocked look on Joe's face revealing he expected his mother, not you. Sis! He expressed. They talked till the early morning hours, mocking him a bit, about the grey in his now longer beard. They laughed and cried. After making plans to go and visit him in Chicago the two of you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone.

Exhaustion over took you and you drifted off.

...

When you went to make amends with Cas, he didn't judge you, he just listened to you, expressing his gratitude towards the two people who took care off you. You also learned that day , that Dean were out of town, on some case his working on, And Sam and Eileen went on a three month cruise so you could not get in contact with them.

...

You spent the next two months working on your new novel, creating new paintings and joining a yoga class, you and the yoga instructor, just clicked, she was an amazing soft kind hearted woman with her luscious dark hair and friendly eyes. You and Lisa became good friends very quickly.

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Breathe in, through your nose and out through your mouth, that's it, she soothed to the class. Thank you all for being here, Namaste.

While rolling up your yoga mat, you see Lisa coming closer, hey there, her voice sung.

Aren't you chipper. You betcha ya, she giggled. Why would that be Lis? My boyfriend is coming back tonight or tomorrow.

Aww really, I would love to meet this mysterious man! You exclaimed.

Lisa laughed, oh you will, but first we are spending our weekend under the covers. I've missed him so much.

You let out a giggle, you should enjoy it, we'll meet up, after your weekend of pleasure.

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Pulling your car in the garage, walking into your house, grabbing a previously prepped green juice out of the fridge, falling to the couch.

Jikes! Feeling a little woozy after the morning yoga, and staying up till 3 , writing, thinking maybe you'll take a short nap, you snuggled into the couch a bit deeper.

Your eyes flung open when you heard the familiar sound of the impala's engine purring down the street. He's back!

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Seeing his phone receiving a message from Lisa while driving past her house made him winch. Of course it doesn't make him exactly a good man, being with Lisa and thinking about her, but hell that's the situation his in.

After getting home and taking a shower, throwing on some joggers, headed straight for the bedroom, to sleep, falling flat on his stomach, arms stretched out wide over the mattress letting out a sigh, finally some sleep.

The knocking of the door, made him flinch uttering, what the hell, go away, the knocking silenced, but then started back up again.

I swear, I'll shoot you, he growled, the wooden floor creaking underneath his bare feet. Turning the door knob, what! he commanded!

His brows knitted, his jaw line tightened, his face seemed cold and hard but his heart was rapidly beating. She stood there, in a white sundress, her hair much longer than before, her complexion as beautiful as ever, there was a sense of lightness radiating from her.

Her voice sounded like a symphony, Hello Dean.

Hello Dean, hello Dean that's what you have to say, his words sounded tight.

I.. I didn't come to fight, I came to make amends, to say I'm sorry, about everything.

He gritted his teeth, yeah if only it was so damn easy!

Her voice sounded soft, and low, listen Dean, I just wanted to let you know that I don't blame you, for anything and I'm truly sorry for what I said, and how I just left, I truly hope one day you'll be able to forgive me.

Noticing her shaking, her eyes glancing over with the wetness of the tears she's trying to fight back, all he wanted to do is pull her close, make her feel his love, but for some reason his words was brutal, how the hell do you expect me to just forgive and forget.

I hate you, I hate what you did, I hate what you said, I hate the way you just left, like I didn't matter to you.

Her jaw dropped, her eyes wide, brittleness in her voice, this was a mistake, she turned around, fleeing to her car.

You, us, were a mistake, he growled. Taking in the sight of her leaving again, made him realise, he didn't hate her, he loved her.

Sprinting, cathing up with her, grabbing ahold of her body, hands on her hips, throwing her over his shoulder, he hissed, want to talk, sweetheart, lets talk...

Put me down Dean she demanded. Closing the door with the back of his leg, placing her down, her back now against the door, he stood there in front of her, his voice thick, I'm sorry for what I just said , searching her eyes, she didn't make a sound, running his hand down her arms, the friction it caused made his heart rate go faster, grabbing ahold of her hands, pinning it above her head, she whimpered, he crashed his lips against her tasting the sweetness he remembered, breathy he told her you have any idea how much I craved you, her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but he didn't want words, he want their bodies to speak for them, and their hearts to listen, the two of them was starved for each other, his hands lingered over her body, removing the sundress, she's digging her nails into his back, pulling him closer, wanting him more and more. Ravishing eachother, exploring one another, he remembered all her little weak spots, making the sweetest moans escapes her lips. He groaned knowing she wanted him as much as he did. Panting and out of breath they lay in eachother's other arms, knowing their home again...