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Write Me In

Part Four

Leo was surprised that he slept at all, but when he woke up the next morning, the light was bright through the gauzy curtains and he sat up feeling like he was forgetting something. It was a trade off he’d learned to deal with. Either his insomnia kept him up all night, or he crashed hard and woke up wondering if he’d been asleep for a week. Or maybe it was just this place. He’d left a window open and the smell of the ocean was so heavenly that Leo nearly fell back into his pillows and basked in it. Until he remembered. Then he fell back into his pillows and tried to figure out what had happened last night, and what might be waiting for him out there.

He listened.

Guitar. Soft, beautiful guitar.

Maybe it had even been what had woken him. That, or the smell of coffee. Leo had seen about five different ways of making coffee in that kitchen and he tried to calm himself by seeing if he could figure out what they were using. It was probably impossible—it was just coffee—but he tried anyway. French press. Espresso. Stove top. Coffee machine, like the one Finn had forgone all of the fancier equipment for back in New York. Maybe he preferred it. What did Logan prefer?

They had wanted to be with him last night. Even worse, Leo had wanted to be with them last night. He could have been waking up in that master bedroom he’d caught a glimpse of. Logan and Finn’s suitcases both disasters on the floor. Now, the bed would be unmade. Had they stayed up late by the fire or followed Leo inside soon after? Leo had forced himself not to listen. He’d counted sheep. He’d counted waves down below. He’d counted his own breaths and heartbeats and all but forced himself to sleep so he wouldn’t count the ways that conversation could have gone or how that night could have ended.

And now Finn O’Hara was playing guitar in the main room—it was Finn. Logan picked it up sometimes but he wasn’t as nimble with it as Finn. So, maybe Logan was making coffee. Or it was only Finn awake with coffee and music and Logan was sleeping in as usual. He clicked on his phone. Eight-thirty. If Logan had his choice, he would still be sleeping. Leo tried to fight the twinge that came with the warm feeling that he knew that.

Leo forced himself to get up. He went to the bathroom, ran wet fingers through his hair, and looked at himself in the mirror. This tedious, nervous feeling didn’t reflect in his face. He looked rested and like he’d gotten some sun. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and regarded himself. He didn’t workout much. He liked the classes he went to with Cassie. He was usually the only guy, but he didn’t mind. They laughed as much as they worked but Leo always left drenched in sweat so he figured it was worth it. He looked like he’d always looked to himself. Maybe not as defined as Finn and Logan with their drumming and back-stage push ups, but he’d always been tall and lean.

He went to his suitcase and looked at his options. They’d walk into town today? They’d go to Logan’s nice restaurant? Would they swim and he’d change before dinner?

Were they going to send him home after he’d refused them? He needed to write.

Finn’s voice, muffled, filtered to him through the door, and Logan’s replied. So, they were both up. At the thought that they were waiting on him, Leo threw on a pair of light wash jeans—cool enough, he supposed—and a white t-shirt.

Everything you want, then Logan had said. Leo ran his hands through his hair again and closed his eyes. He wanted quite a bit, and none of it had to do with clothes.

He opened his door slowly and the guitar got louder without the wood blocking it. Leo paused, trying to recognize the song.

“—open doors,” Logan was saying. “And…hm. And open doors…”

“And admit that we won,” Finn replied, talking in a meter that wasn’t quite singing. “Begun, won. Not quite a perfect rhyme, but that’s…”

“Non, that’s good. I like that. When you sing it, it’s a perfect one.”

Leo’s heart picked up.

They were writing a song.

He was tempted to stay hidden and listen, but that felt like a betrayal somehow. Rude. This was private.

Finn began to sing, actually sing, if not a little quietly for Leo’s benefit, just as Leo rounded the corner.

“We tried to fight it off with—oh, hey.” Finn was looking at him, a hesitant sort of smile on his face. “Hi, hi, good morning.”

“Hi,” Leo said.

There was a pause. An obvious one. One that made Leo panic, just a little. Finn’s eyes were a soft, worried brown and Leo didn’t know what to do with that. Logan saved him.

“Salut,” Logan said. He was standing by the stove in a white linen shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down his chest and holding a stovetop espresso pot. He looked so tan against the white shirt, his hair wet and curlier than usual—from a swim in the ocean? It was pushed back from his face like Leo had seen it that first day at their apartment in New York. Leo glanced back at Finn, who was already looking at him. The expression on his face seemed to say I know, right?

Logan held up the silver pot and Leo made himself study that instead. It looked well-loved. Stained, the metal changed from the heat.

“Coffee?” Logan asked.

“Yes,” Leo said. “Yeah, please.”

“Did you sleep okay?” Finn asked.

“Was everything—” Logan began to ask, then registered what Finn said. “Oh, ouais, yeah, did you…yeah.”

Finn laughed and gave him a helpless sort of shrug and it made Leo relax a little. They didn’t seem upset. Or like they wanted him gone. They seemed nervous, too.

“I did,” Leo said. “Sleeping with the window open and hearing the waves is so great.”

“I know,” Finn said. “Soothing.”

“I put a little bit of sugar,” Logan said. He nudged an espresso cup across the counter. “Because it’s good.”

“How much is a ‘little bit’ of sugar in your world?” Leo asked—Because it seemed like it might crack some of this worry between them, brittle and crystalized as sugar itself.

Logan’s smile proved him right. “I guessed at what your 'little bit’ would be.” Logan tilted his head. “I think I did good.”

Logan wanted to take them into town for breakfast. Leo wondered if the same car was going to come and pick them up, but it turned out Logan had other plans. He led them through a door—Leo honestly, at this point, wasn’t even going to try to map the house. It sprawled in directions he couldn’t even clock. This time they ended up in a garage that had two cars covered in crisp white sheets.

“Pick a color,” Logan said. “Yellow or green.”

“Oh my God,” Finn said. “Logan.”

Logan just smiled and shrugged. “Yellow or green, Leo?"

“Green,” Leo said instantly and Finn gave him a smile.

Logan strode forward, took hold of the closer sheet, and yanked it off in one flourish. Beneath it sat a pristine, gleaming Porsche. It was an older model, vintage looking with a low roof and a bumper that looked like a smile. It’s velvety dark green color was sleek and spotless.

“Wow,” Leo said faintly. “I mean, yes. The obvious choice for a ride to breakfast.”

Finn laughed loudly and it echoed in the room. “I know, right?”

Logan took a pair of keys off of the wall and tossed the other to Finn. “You’re yellow, Coeur.”

Leo blinked and saw a flash of Finn’s lips on Logan’s skin last night. Logan had just called Finn heart.

It was perfect. He and Logan zipped along narrow, cliffside roads in their green car with the bright racer yellow of Finn’s behind them. Besides the colors, they were a perfect match. Leo felt like he was in a movie with the engine in his ears. They couldn’t talk over the roar, not to mention the wind. Logan rolled all the windows down—literally. The card had cranks not buttons. The salty wind whipped at their hair and Leo knew that he might look insane when he got out of the car, but he didn’t care, not with Logan’s strong hands to study. He had one easy on the steering wheel, and dropped the other periodically to change gears. It was a little like the way he drummed. Just a different sort of rhythm.

They didn’t speak until Logan had to slow down because they’d entered a small town. A market was in full swing and everyone seemed to know Logan’s cars—and Logan himself. He waved out the window at two small kids as he pulled into a parking spot. They were jumping up and down and each holding a peach that was dripping down their arms.

Oh, Leo wanted to shop here. He clicked his seatbelt off and looked at Logan.

“Hi,” Logan said. “Fun?”

Leo nodded. “Fun.”

As they walked around, it became clear to Leo that he was going to have to add an entire section to his article that was just about Logan being here. Even his body moved differently. Leo and Finn walked a few paces behind him as he was greeted by nearly every vendor. They all exchanged kisses on both cheeks. Leo sort of wanted to see Logan kiss Finn on both cheeks.

“Beautiful, right?” Finn leaned over and whispered to him. He was in a white t-shirt like Leo’s, and soft looking blue shorts. Exactly which part of the scene in front of them he was referring to, Leo didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. His yes applied to all of it.

Leo was about to buy a few of the peaches he’d seen the kids holding when Logan appeared at his side and dropped coins onto the vendor’s table.

Before Leo could even protest, Logan was guiding him away with a hand on his back and holding something out to him in a flat palm. It was a small pastry nestled in parchment. It looked lemony, or maybe it was an almond paste. On top were two perfect raspberries.

“It’s the best thing you’ll ever eat,” Logan said in French. “I promise.”

“Big promise,” Leo said.

Logan laughed. “It’s true. I dream of them. I could write a song about them.”

“Oh,” Leo said. “Well, in that case.” He picked up the square sweet and took a bite. He’d been right about the almond. It was a sweet, nutty burst in his mouth beside the raspberries. The pastry felt like a thousand thin layers of crisp and butter. Leo closed his eyes and nodded. “Ouais. Yeah, it’s perfect.”

When he opened his eyes again, Logan was still there, gazing up at him with a bright, satisfied grin.

“Let’s get another,” Leo said.

“They sell out fast,” Logan said. “This was their last.”

“Did you get one?”

Logan shrugged. “I wanted you to try it.”

Leo frowned at the half pastry remaining at his hand.

“It’s okay,” Logan said. “We’ll come back tomorrow.”

But Leo held out the other half. “Non. Tu en rêves.”

It was maybe one of the best parts of being here, seeing Logan’s face when he spoke French to him.

“You like it,” Logan said. “I can tell.”

Leo mimicked Logan’s shrug. “We’ll come back tomorrow.”

Logan bit the inside of his cheek, then smiled. Eyes on Leo, he leaned forward and took the rest of the pastry between his teeth right from Leo’s fingertips. Leo hadn’t been expecting that. He could feel color rise to his cheeks as sure as he felt the sun on his neck.

“Just like you remember?” Leo asked to try and draw attention away from his red face. It came in a double force, though, when Logan raised up a thumb and brushed a crumb from the corner of Leo’s mouth.

“Better,” Logan said. The French word’s soft double L sound gorgeous in his mouth.

Leo self consciously touched where Logan had touched his mouth. He sort of wanted him to do it again.

“Will you write about this?” Logan asked. “I hope you write about this.”

“Our week’s almost up,” Leo said. “Pretty good finale, I’d say.”

Logan’s face fell.

“Mais…the week we agreed on maybe,” Logan said softly. “Or that was agreed on. By others who didn’t know that we…”

Logan dropped his gaze and Leo was right back in last night, the heat of the fire on his face. Finn and Logan’s open expressions and hopeful eyes. Leo glanced around for Finn and found him talking animatedly to a man at a stall of books. Finn O’Hara, Leo thought. He didn’t look like the rock star, or the heart throb, or the dream talk show guest. He was this sweet boy trying his best to meet that man halfway with bad French and hand gestures. Who got called heart by his boyfriend, who had a boyfriend, who wanted Leo’s voice to help them tell the world about each other.

“Would you…” Logan huffed. He looked around and then took Leo by the hand and tugged him towards an old set of narrow steps in the shade of a sweet smelling tree. Leo let him maneuver them into sitting, squeezed next to each other.

Logan fixed him with his bright green eyes. “Would you want to stay?” Logan asked. “You just got here.”

“You…You want me to extend the story?”

“I want you to stay.”

There was a whole landslide of other halves to that sentence. Leo couldn’t have guessed at a single one.

Leo smiled a little. “You know, I didn’t think you liked me when we first met.”

“No one thinks I like them when we first meet.”

The paper bag of peaches was cool on his lap. Logan had a bag, too, and when he caught Leo looking at it, he uncurled the top. Croissants, chocolate and plain.

“I was nervous,” Logan said. “It wasn’t that I didn’t like you. I was worried about the story. Mostly, I was worried you wouldn’t like us.”

“You didn’t even know me.”

“I knew you in the way you knew us,” Logan said. “Through your writing. Non, we don’t know-knoweach other, but we know each other. You can’t write without some truth. Can you?”

He had him there. “That’s true. No, that’s true. Okay…”

“Leo,” Logan said more seriously. He pushed their thighs together harder where they were already touching. “Will you stay? Only if you want to, of course, but…please. We want you to stay.”

God, did he want to. He wanted months of whatever this was. Whatever they were dancing around—because it was something. God, it was something. Leo didn’t sleep much but he had already dreamed about it. He just wished there was a way to tell them that he wouldn’t say it first. He couldn’t say it first. Right now, he was in charge of the most important story of their careers. If something soured—and Leo knew better than most how quickly things could sour—he didn’t want any more tangles than necessary. They had each other. They already had each other.

“I’ve told you how much you’ve meant to me,” Leo began. “And for how long.”

Logan nodded.

“And I’ve told you that you’ve helped me through some bad people and experiences.”

“Ouais. But we got interrupted.”

“We did, yeah. Yeah…” Leo sighed. “Well, the bottom line is, you’re not the first, um…”

“Le sujet,” Logan offered, then winced.

“Subject. Sure. You’re not the first subject who’s wanted to…” There was no better way to say it, honestly. “Sleep with me. That is what was happening last night, wasn’t it?”

“First, we would have wanted to kiss you.”

They both looked up just as Finn sat down, sitting sideways on the step below them so they had to lift let their legs go over his. When he smiled and pushed his sunglasses up on his head, he was Finn O’Hara for a second. It looked like a Vogue cover shoot. And then he tipped Leo’s bag to poke inside and he was Finn again.

Kiss you. He’d surely walked into some far-fetched dream of his own making. But, no, there they were. They were both touching him somehow. Knee against knee. Finn’s knuckles kept brushing his ankle. It was comforting.

“You wanted it to go somewhere last night,” Leo repeated. “Kiss, more…but that’s what was going on. I’m not wrong?”

“You’re right,” Logan said. He was blushing. Sweating a little, pushing his hair back. The market was loud and oblivious around them, and Leo wasn’t sure why this conversation was happening here, but it was.

“We didn’t just want to sleep with you,” Logan said.

“Okay…” Leo shook his head and looked at Finn. “The kissing your boyfriend in front of me didn’t really give me any clues farther than fucking.”

“Yeah…” Finn was rubbing at one of his eyes. “I think maybe we’re a little rusty on the flirting side of things.”

“There is no way your flirting is rusty,” Leo said, laughing a little. “Believe me, I think I’d know. I’ve been watching you for a week, you flirt with everyone.”

“No,” Finn said. “Nu-uh. I make everyone think I’m flirting with them. I make whole crowds think I’m flirting with them.” He turned to face Leo. “I flirt…or try to…with you.”

“We weren’t just trying to—” Logan looked horrified. “Là, what, quoi, have sex then goodbye?”

Finn dropped his forehead on Leo’s knee. “We were trying…” He looked up at Logan. “We should have just asked him out to dinner, like, obviously!”

“I did ask him to dinner!” “No, like, ask-ask. That’s not the same thing!”

“Okay,” Leo held up a hand, heart wildly trying to beat against his ribs. Everything inside of him hurt. He couldn’t tell if this was real or not. Mostly, he couldn’t see the infatuation. The short lived lust. Not here. With Finn and Logan, he just couldn’t tell. They both seemed—well, a little nervous, actually. Leo didn’t think he’d seen them so flustered. Ever.

“My job is to make the people I’m writing about feel comfortable,” Leo said. “And it’s been mistaken for attraction before. That’s just…” Leo held up a hand. “I’m just putting that down.”

“You weren’t just making us feel comfortable,” Finn said firmly. “Do you know how many journalists we’ve been around? God, so many and a lot of them are awful. They call my brother behind my back hoping to get some dirt or jealousy. I’ll turn around and they’ve opened one of my fucking notebooks. Leo, you are so different, you are so…” Finn looked at Logan for a moment. “I’ve loved your writing for so long. I read it to Logan, even your pieces from that blog you used to run.”

Leo flushed. “Oh—oh my God, what?”

His blog. When he’d been desperately trying to get clips to big magazines. Finn O’Hara—Read it to—

“You slipped right into us,” Finn said. “You’re gorgeous and you’re so smart and articulate…I think I could talk to you for hours. Nothing felt like an interview, you felt like we’d known you forever.”

“Forever,” Logan agreed.

Leo wanted to shake them. “Finn, that’s my job. I’m really fucking good at my job.”

“Yeah, but how often do you forget you’re doing you’re job because you’re happy, too?” Finn fired back, but then his eyes softened. He put a hand on Leo’s knee. “You felt it, too. You can’t tell me I’m wrong about that.”

“Yes, I—” Leo closed his eyes briefly. “Yes. Yes, of course I did. I did.”

He really could have talked to them forever. Sometimes he’d even forgotten there was a show to perform when they’d been laughing and talking in their dressing room beforehand. He could have listened to them forever. Logan’s little French mumbles. The way he closed his eyes when he practiced a song. They way his fingers drummed on every surface—they were twitching on Leo’s other knee now. The songs Finn sang around hotel rooms and apartments—not his own songs. His favorite songs. Leo wanted to know all of Finn’s favorite songs and why. They way they watched him cook. The way they showed their appreciation. The way they kissed each other. He wanted to brush his teeth beside them and crawl into bed and talk after turning the lights off until they were too tired. What a fantasy.

“Look,” Leo said. “I’m not just protecting myself here. Do I think you’re both—God, so gorgeous I can’t breathe, and sweet, and funny, and talented, yes. But I thought that even before I knew you. I’m trying to separate my skills from myself for your sake, and I’m trying to separate your stardom and your selves for my sake. And yours. Guys, you don’t want someone who wants you because you’re famous.”

“You don’t,” Finn said. “I know what that looks like.”

“We both do,” Logan said.

“I—okay. Of course you would know. But even still.” Leo sighed, heart heavier by the moment. He didn’t know if he was wrong here or if they were just good at trying to prove him wrong. “You have each other. You are asking me to write about your love for the first time in public and that’s a big deal. You two are going to get so much attention, it’s insane. And you’re telling me you like me, and you feel something for me, but there is going to be literally zero room for me when not only does your album come out, but this article. If you even still want me then.”

Leo was so out of breath it made his heart pound and stars appear at the edges of his visions. Those last words had come out a whisper. He’d said it, though. All of it. He’d needed the words and the words had been right there for him to arrange. Even more, Leo and Finn were both completely silent, completely still, and listening.

“I’ve been the thing that someone keeps in the dark before,” Leo said, keeping his eyes down. He felt Logan’s hand tighten on his knee. “Literally. He wouldn’t even keep the lights on when we kissed.”

Logan’s other hand appeared. Or Finn’s? They were all but holding whatever part of him they could reach now. Leo couldn’t push them away. Maybe right now he could explain to them why he thought he should be saying no, but he didn’t want them to let go.

“Am I very attracted to you both? Yes. Was it very hard to say no last night?” Leo’s laugh was half groan. “God, yes. But am I going to be kept in any sort of darkness ever again?” Leo swallowed hard, throat tight, and shook his head. “No. I’m…I’m sorry, but no.”

No sooner had Leo finished that sentence than did one of the little kids that had been practically hanging off of Logan’s body earlier launch itself over Finn’s legs and straight into Logan’s lap. She started talking a mile a minute—even Leo couldn’t quite keep up. Logan just stared. He held the little girl, nodding, smiling, but in a daze. Leo didn’t know if Finn knew his hand was on Leo’s calf, tightening and loosening, maybe as he tried to think what to do. What to say.

Leo was just beginning to suspect maybe he had said too much when the girl’s mother called her away.

They were still quiet. Leo could pick out each of their breathing. He looked at Finn, because his silence meant he still wasn’t convinced. Leo didn’t really want him to be.

“Logan told me that he thinks about the way he used to miss you, and misses you sometimes even when you’re asleep right next to him.”

Finn looked at Logan, lips parting. He didn’t look surprised, exactly. Just like it hurt to hear it again.

Leo covered Finn’s hand with his, drawing his eyes back to him. “That’s love. That’s what you have.”

Finn didn’t miss a beat. “Maybe we have more to give.”

Leo stared at him. Again—what were they doing, tucked away from the crowds in this little set of steps, talking about this?

Logan was so quiet, had been so quiet the whole time, that Leo had to look at him. Logan Tremblay. In what world did Logan Tremblay look at him like this? Like he was about to sing the chorus of I See Red, or leave the stage for Rooftop. The expression on his face looked real enough. Leo had to admit that.

“I don’t trust people,” Logan said under Leo’s gaze. “But I trust you.” When Leo went to speak, Logan pressed a palm to his chest. “Don’t tell me what happened on the balcony was your job. It wasn’t.”

“No. That wasn’t,” Leo said softly.

“How about this,” Finn said. “Stay long enough to get everything for the piece.”

“And we haven’t played you any of the new album,” Logan cut in.

“Oh yeah, yeah,” Finn said. “Hey, that’s in the contract for your piece.” He smiled. “You get to hear three songs.”

Leo couldn’t help it. He laughed. “Are you bribing me with your music?”

“Not bribing,” Finn said. “I want to know what you think. Always.”

“We.”

“We want to know what you think,” Finn said. “And we never said a word to your editors about this being more than just a music story, so…” Finn tilted his head. “Technically, we can all renegotiate and you…You can ask for more time with us?” He looked so, so hopeful. “And maybe, just maybe, we can show you that we’re not under some love-sick spell cast by your outstanding professionalism.”

Leo’s laugh was real this time, and so sudden that he covered his mouth. “Cast my by professionalism?”

Finn grinned and untangled himself enough to stand up. He offered them both a hand. “Come on. Let’s take our time.”

God. Finn O’Hara and all of his perfect words. “Time sounds good.”

It wasn’t a hard sell. The second Finn and Logan’s people told Leo’s people just how big this story would be, Leo was basically told to stay put for now, and Finn and Logan were told to only talk to Leo about this until the story was out and couldn’t be leaked. Essentially, they were told to talk, work, write, and not leave.

That had been five days ago. Leo was now thoroughly sunned, oceaned, and thinking a whole lot about Logan’s hand on his chest, Finn’s on his ankle, and kissing.

They went to the market nearly every morning. Leo had made a, if he could say so himself, perfect peach pie with the fruit he’d bought—Logan had bought. They’d been to Logan’s raved about restaurant and Leo had gotten his cheeks kissed by no less than six waiters. Logan had been right. He’d never tasted food like that.

They’d walked down Logan’s cliffs and spend hours lounging in the shade and sun and diving into deep, clear water. Leo had tried not to stare at Finn’s marble-pale chest in the sun. Logan’s tan-line that drew itself oh-so low on his hips. In his notebook lay the phrase couple of fucking mermaids that wouldn’t make it into any sort of writing but it was true.

Each night, Logan built a fire and Finn brought out a special wine—now Leo had seen him spend a good forty minutes with the man who owned the wine shop in town. Apparently it was a hobby of Finn’s. The other night, Finn had brought out a small bottle that was sweet and amber colored—and his guitar. Leo had gotten his first new song.

“Okay,” Finn had said. “So, this is called—wait, do you want your notebook or anything?”

Leo, feeling like Christmas morning, shook his head. “No. I just want to listen.”

“Cool.” Finn bit his lip. “Okay, cool. Cool. So it’s called…” He was looking at Leo, hand flexing on the neck of his guitar. “Um.”

“Rouge,” Logan said, sounding bewildered.

“Counting,” Finn burst out, laughing a little. “No, it’s called Counting. Sorry. Okay. Here we go. It’s about—” Finn waved his pick at Logan. “That one.”

Leo laughed. “That one?”

Finn shook his head, grinning down at his guitar as he gave the strings a small twist to make sure it was in tune. “That stupidly handsome person right there.”

Logan rolled his eyes and leaned towards Leo. “Imagine it with big drums. Sounds soft now, that’s how he wrote it, but on stage, on the album, I’m all in.” Logan grinned at Leo and he looked like he did on stage when Finn made him laugh into his mic.

“I think I can do that,” Leo said.

Finn began to sing.

One big game of hide and seek.

Count to ten and come find me.

I’m in here waiting patiently.

Tucked away and so ready.

Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen.

We’re okay just still counting.

I’ll hold you and you hold me.

Strike a match so we can see.

Don’t worry baby, I would count it all for you.

I’d count the miles, the minutes, the ways tried and true.

Five and six and seventeen,

I’d count mountains, towns, and streams,

Sneaking cracks on dark ceilings,

Motes of dust in sunlight gleams,

I would count most anything.

Leo forgot about the glass he was holding. He had to set it down. He leaned forward, towards the warm fire. Finn was perfect in its light. His dark red hair, the orange glow, the tan, scuffed up wood of his guitar. Leo spared a glance at Logan, who was already watching him. He didn’t look nervous like Finn. He looked relieved. As Leo watched, he let out a breath and nodded, biting back a smile. Finn’s eyes were closed, fingers quick on the guitar, the heel of his palm standing in place for what would be Logan’s beat.

Days

And months

And years

Of him,

Skin

And laughs

And sinking

In,

There a first for everythin’,

Listen up, he’s mine.

He’s

The Sun

I’m basking in

Crash

Into

His waves and swim

Fills me up right to my brim

If I overflow it’s fine.

Listen up, he’s mine—

I could build a shrine

I would pour the wine

Worship till I die

The god I recognize.

Leo was more than used to feeling breathless at Finn’s music, but this song sucked all the air from his lungs. He knew that counting. He knew the feeling of striking that match. He didn’t know what it was to be with someone through it, but he certainly knew.

Finn settled his guitar carefully on the couch when he was finished. He was all nervous energy, rubbing his hands together and fidgeting. He rose briefly and poured Leo more wine before settling back on the couch.

“So, there’s—yeah. What do you…” Finn trailed off.

“It’s beautiful,” Leo said. “It’s…If I overflow, it’s fine. I love that. I really love that, you—and the counting, that’s just perfectly true. That’s so true…” Leo felt his throat closing up and took a slow breath. “God, Finn. Both of you…It’s—I’ve always thought you walk this perfect line between sweet and…”

“And?” Logan asked when Leo trailed of.

Leo had only done so because he’d realized what he had been about to say. He’d already written about it, though, which meant Finn had already read it, so he might as well. “Well. Just—epic. It’s an epic love, it’s—sexy. That’s how you write it.”

“Hm.” Logan looked pleased.

“I hoped you would understand,” Finn said. “I mean, I knew you would.”

“This is your first song using him,” Leo said. “No French girls met on tour, no room for misunderstanding.”

Logan grumbled something about French girls into his wine cup and Finn reached over and pulled him into a sloppy sort of kiss. Logan let his face be smushed into an equally joyful kiss on his cheek.

“None,” Finn said. “No more of all that. We want to be clear. On everything.”

Leo sat back against the cushions. “Everything.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. “Everything.”

Nearing the end of their second week, Leo and Finn were swimming. Finn kept diving down and bringing Leo little treasures from the bottom. He had this funny pair of goggles that he wore to do it. He’d push them down around his neck and show Leo shells and interesting rocks before tossing them back under. His body looked cool and pale under the surface.

Finn kept surprising him. Maybe that showed on his face because, as they tread water, talking, Finn tilted his head and asked.

“What?” Finn said, dipping his mouth low into the salt water before rising again. “What’s with the face?”

Leo brought his legs forward to float more on his back, laughing. “Oh. Nothing.”

Finn splashed him. “What?” He swam closer until Leo could pick out new freckles on his slightly sunburned nose. “What, what, what?”

They were near the rocky ledges and Finn pointed out a spot that he probably knew well, where two people could sit on a natural ledge just beneath the water. The stone was rough, but it put them in the shade and the calm waves lapped around their chests.

“You’re just…” Leo pressed his lips together, smiling.

“Okay, I’m gonna like, dunk you or something if you don’t—”

“You’re kind of a—” Leo shrugged. “A dork.”

Finn’s face was too good not to laugh at.

“I’m a what?”

“A dork,” Leo said. “Completely.”

“Excuse me.” Finn leaned closer. “I am not.”

“A dork,” Leo sighed. “Pop star dork.” Finn squinted at Leo in the sun, smiling. He still had the goggles around his neck and Leo reached forward and hooked a finger in them. “See?”

Finn hummed noncommittally. He’d let Leo’s hand nudge them closer together.

“Well, I guess that’s all right, then.”

Finn skipped his hand along the water’s surface. It was almost too bright to look at directly with the sun coming off it like that, and Leo leaned back against the rock and the shade, keeping his eyes on Finn instead.

“So—possible article question for you,” he said. “If it’s all right?”

“Go for it.”

Leo touched a sparkling vein of mineral in the rock, tracing his finger down it. “What’s it like when you first play Logan a song like that one you played me?”

“Like…what? A love song?”

“Well, yeah, to put it lightly. But…Listen up, he’s mine, I could build a shrine, I would pour the wine, worship till I die, the god I recognize. Love song…does that begin to cover those lyrics?”

Finn laughed. “Wow. I played that for you once.”

“You’re pretty unforgettable.”

“Shucks.”

Leo drew one knee up to his chest. “It’s…There’s something like I See Red to it.”

“Logan wrote that mostly.”

“I know. Exactly. The way you talk about each other. It is like…intense, I don’t know. I just mean—here. I’ll ask it this way first. What went through your mind when Logan played I See Red for you the first time?”

“Mm.” Finn smiled at the memory. “You mean what happened after he told me he wants me all over him?”

Leo tried not to show how hot his body flashed, burning, even in the cool ocean. He rested his chin on his knee, then his mouth, just to hide the wavering sort of inhale he took.

“If—whatever you want to tell me,” Leo managed.

Finn mirrored Leo’s position—knee up, hands locked around his ankle. “How would you feel if someone played a song like that for you? About you.”

“That’s my question.”

“You first.”

Leo rolled his eyes.

“That’s right,” Finn said, propping his chin on his knee like Leo with a sly sort of grin. “I’m a difficult little rock star.”

“Oh, are you writing an article?” Leo laughed.

Finn’s brown eyes stayed sincere and playful. “I don’t write articles.”

Leo stared at him. Finn was visibly holding himself back, even if he was leaning forward and kept looking at Leo’s mouth. Leo had to remind himself that he’d asked him to. Finn wanted him. Finn still wanted him, that was obvious. His brown eyes were a little bit of fall right there in the summer sun. Leo kind of wanted to be kissed on this ledge in the ocean.

I don’t write articles.

“What’s that mean?” Leo asked faintly.

Finn considered him for another moment. “You said you’ve had…clients fall for you before.” Finn looked especially handsome asking a question in his little melodramatic way. Leo didn’t know what it was, but he did. “Ever had a song written about you?”

Okayokayokay. “No…”

“Hm.”

“Not that I know of.” Leo swallowed. He tasted salt on his lips. “Now you. You have to answer.”

“You didn’t answer.”

Leo sighed, smiling. “I…” He tried to clear his head. A song. Lyrics that were so all-consuming. “I would feel…”

He didn’t know. It was almost unimaginable.

He hesitated for long enough, cheek pressed to his knee now, that Finn copied him in that, too, and helped him.

“Timeless,” Finn said.

That gave Leo a word. “Immortal.”

Finn nodded. “Yeah,” he said softly.

Leo watched the sunlight play on Finn’s freckles. He was the picture of a high noon sun, and he was looking between Leo’s eyes and his mouth.

Neither of them saw the wave.

They got a face full of water to splutter through as it’s gentle crest went nearly over their heads, lifting them from their seat.

“They say every tenth one is the biggest,” Finn laughed. He put his goggles back on, grinned at Leo, and held up two thumbs up. “Lunch?”

He felt tan, and cool from the water as they made it back to the house. He didn’t bother washing the salt off his skin, just threw on a fresh pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He only realized when he glanced at himself in the mirror that he and Finn must have swapped on accident at the water’s edge. Instead of his plain white t-shirt, this one was white with a faded NASA logo on it. Leo’s pulse kicked up. He’d seen Finn wear this. On stage. Many times. It was famous on Instagram and Twitter. Replicas had been made. Girls wore copies of this t-shirt to their concerts.

Leo was standing here, wearing the original.

He took a breath before going back out to the living room.

Finn went off to write somewhere with his guitar, but Leo fixed him and Logan sandwiches and they settled in the living room, all of the doors flung wide. Logan was doing a puzzle. Leo had his notebook on his lap with a little section dedicated to transcribing the little murmurs of French Logan said as he worked. Not for the story, just for him. No, not there. This stupid blue. Wrong color. Ah, yes, here. This fits.

Leo sighed and dropped his pen, flexing his cramping hand.

“Ça va?” Logan asked from where he’d been frowning over two puzzle pieces. Leo was still getting over the sheer sweetness of the intense-on-stage-Logan he had known sitting in front of him for an hour and putting a puzzle together. Leo wasn’t sure what the picture would end up being. Logan refused to look at the box lid for reference. It was face-down beside him. Again, Leo sort of wanted to laugh at how he’d thought it would be an all-night party every night. Nope. Late morning coffee, farmer’s markets, cocktails, and puzzles. Much more his speed.

“Yeah, good,” Leo said. “My hand just cramps up if I write for too long. Hand write, at least.”

“Hm.” Logan set the pieces he was holding down and pushed himself up onto his knees. He walked himself over to the couch that way and sank back on his heels at Leo’s feet. He held out his hands. “Give to me.”

“I—what?” Leo asked.

Logan just made an impatient sound and reached for the hand that Leo had been stretching out. He arranged Leo’s hand palm up with his fingers flat but relaxed. Then Logan’s strong thumbs began pressing into the heel of Leo’s palm, smoothing down towards the inside of his wrist. He pressed near his elbow too—Leo hadn’t even realized it hurt there.

“It’s all connected, the wrist, the fingers, it goes all the way to the shoulder,” Logan said. His accent got a little stronger here and Leo almost wanted to ask him to say all that again. But then Logan was kneading at Leo’s shoulder just below his collarbone and—

“Oh,” Leo said faintly. “That feels…”

Logan smiled. “Je sais. Finn is even better at it, I make him do it to me all the time.”

Leo thought about the way Finn liked to come up behind him or Logan, and the way he squeezed their shoulders. If he was putting effort and purpose behind that…Yeah, it would be heavenly.

“I like your shirt,” Logan said teasingly.

“I guess we swapped.”

“Mm. Guess so.”

Leo just tilted his head to the side and let himself relax in Logan’s hands as he worked out the soreness. He hadn’t realized his eyes had closed until he felt Logan’s fingers slowing. Finally, they stilled, both cradling Leo’s hand again. He opened his eyes to see green staring back. Logan had settled very close on the couch, but maybe Leo had drawn him there, too, unconsciously pulling him closer to where it hurt so that he could make it better.

Logan rested a hand on his chest, just as he had at the market. His eyes darted down to Leo’s mouth. Logan had a perfect cupid’s bow. So perfect. Leo wanted to take it in his mouth and feel its dip.

He’d wanted that in the ocean, too. Finn had a freckle on his lip, just at the border where pale skin met pink, and Leo just…God, he wanted it.

“Leo,” Logan whispered.

“Yes,” Leo said, hearing the question Logan hadn’t yet asked.

“Just one,” Logan said. “Please. Is it okay?”

What else would Leo do other than nod. He was running out of willpower. These boys. These shell-diving, wine-enthusiast, puzzle-doing, grumpy in the morning boys. He worried he was smiling a little too much and tried to take a breath. Tried to steady himself. Logan pushed himself up onto the couch, kneeling with on knee down so that Leo’s body angled towards him. One of his hands went to Leo’s thigh, bunching the fabric of his shorts.

It was the softest kiss Leo had ever been given. Logan lingered in it, though. A soft, giddy intake of breath and the lightest of tugs at Leo’s bottom lip.

Leo’s hand went to his waist, to the very spot he had been dying to touch. Near the tattoo. And the cupid’s bow, he could feel it. And the way Logan held himself perfectly still, as if letting Leo control the whole thing. The problem was, Leo’s mind was forgetting almost everything he’d said just a few days ago.

Here, they were just two boys.

Logan made a soft sound in his throat when Leo tilted his chin up to kiss him harder. It parted his lips and Leo tested gently, but Logan let him right in. He tasted the mint tea Logan had been drinking—seemingly the only thing he took without sugar. Logan’s fingers curled and held onto Leo’s t-shirt. Finn’s t-shirt.

Here, there felt like there was all the room for him in the world, even if he didn’t understand why they wanted him to begin with.

Here, it didn’t seem to matter that he was a journalist and they his subjects.

Logan broke the kiss gently, but stayed close. The string that would break Leo’s resolve hadn’t snapped, but oh, was it ever threadbare. Logan could probably feel how fast Leo’s heart was pounding beneath his hand.

“Ça va?” Logan asked faintly.

Leo had to swallow hard to find his voice. “Mhm.”

Logan nodded, the motion bringing their foreheads to rest together. He shifted and let out a sigh.

Leo realized he’d tucked his hands up and under Logan’s shirt and he just had to look down for a glimpse of that tattoo.

He got a lot more.

Logan’s shorts were straining around his hips. Leo got turned on so fast, stars sparked around his vision. The shorts were linen. White. Barely anything. They buttoned, not zipped, and those buttons were trying to hold on.

“Sorry,” Logan whispered.

“No,” Leo managed to say. He sounded weird to himself. “It’s—you’re fine. Very fine.”

“I just…” Logan laughed a little. He cupped a palm to Leo’s face briefly before pulling away. He flashed him a bashful smile as he turned back to sit on the couch. “Là, I mean, look at you. I’m…d’accord. I don’t mean to…”

Leo needed to say something more. He needed to say something not stupid. Something other than I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming right now.

“We’re taking our time,” Logan said. He took Leo’s hand and squeezed.

“I—no, we are,” Leo said. But if you wanted to sit on my lap right fucking now—

“Ouais,” Logan said. He was breathing slow, like he was trying to will himself to calm down. “Okay, so I will—be right back?”

They both kind of dissolved into laughter at that. Logan sat next to him, rubbing his hands over his face.

“Merde. Does this go into the piece?”

Leo had to stop laughing long enough to say, “In the middle of doing a puzzle, Tremblay had to be right back—”

Logan let out one of his free laughs and reached over blindly to shove at Leo’s knee. “Hey, take a look at yourself. You’re just as bad.”

Leo was trying very hard not to think about himself.

Logan rose, face flushed, and jerked his head towards the puzzle. “See if you can figure out that hellish thing over there.”

Leo watched as he disappeared through the doorway. Leo didn’t know if he was going to find Finn to help or go somewhere on his own to—well, fix it or calm down. Both thoughts sent Leo’s body aching. He had to lean his head back on the couch and breathe. He reached down and tried to make himself more comfortable, but it didn’t help.

He picked his notebook back up. He flexed his hand and picked up his pen. No use. He closed his notebook. He looked at Logan’s puzzle.

He took a deep breath, slid himself to the floor, and set about fitting a couple pieces into place.

Leo got called back the next morning via an email with airline tickets attached for the following morning. Apparently endless time equated a week more. Rather, Leo would be sent back out to a show when their tour started back up to write a follow-up snippet on what it was like playing shows as a couple.

But it left Leo a little frantic and disoriented. It left Logan and Finn staring at him with faces that were almost mournful when he broke them the news over morning coffee.

Logan punched Finn’s arm. “Be a difficult little rock star.”

Finn arched a brow at Leo. “Can I?”

Leo smiled, tempted to take Finn up on it, but he knew it was probably no good. He was supposed to be with them for a week. It’d been almost three. His boss would want their story polished and published, and Leo back in the office.

Only now here he was. His last night in this perfect place, unable to sleep.

The sleeplessness wasn’t new to him. He’d had insomnia ever since he could remember. It was only that it was here. He’d never slept so well in his life as he had these past few weeks.

It could have been worse. At least with all the extra space and the crashing waves, he didn’t feel worried about waking anyone up as he made himself some tea in the kitchen before trying to lull himself back to sleep by proofreading. Nothing exhausted him like proofreading.

He rubbed at his eyes as the kettle heated. He didn’t want to go. He didn’t feel like he had an old life. This felt like his life. Waking up and Logan making him that perfect bitter sweet espresso. Finn’s music all day long, soft plucks on the guitar, humming as they read together on the dock. Finn coming to peak over his shoulder while he was writing, stealing his pen out of his hand and adding seemingly random words. Blue!! Sunny!! Dazzle!!

The morning markets. Logan’s almond pastry. Puzzles and movies and how did he get here? Oh God, how did he love the hours of the day so much?

“Fancy meeting you here.”

Leo jumped hard, eyes flashing open as he turned. Finn was standing there in a well-loved t-shirt that said New York Rangers. He had his hands in the pockets of his cotton pajama pants and was smiling sheepishly.

“Sorry.”

Leo laughed, hand on his chest. “No, me. I mean, I’m sorry. You startled me. What are you doing awake?”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “What are you doing?”

“Lord, am I a hopeless sleeper,” Leo said. “I’ve been getting up at one in the morning and staying awake until three for as long as I can remember.”

“Oh.” Finn frowned. “That sucks, I’m sorry.”

“I’m used to it. What about you?”

Finn shrugged. “I think I heard you.”

“Fuck.” Leo felt his shoulders slump. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, no,” Finn said. “I was kind of already awake.” He paused and leaned his hands on the cool stone counter between them. “Was thinking about you leaving.”

“Yeah,” Leo said. “Me too.”

“You really have to go?”

“You have to go, too,” Leo said. “You’re kind of on a world tour, you know.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Finn said. “Sorry, I’ve been doing more important things lately.”

Leo smiled. “Oh…I don’t know about that.”

Finn gave him this unconvinced look as he rounded the kitchen counter. He looked like he was on stage all of a sudden. Something about his walk. The daring look in his eye. Like he was about to say something to a crowd that was sure to get a reaction.

He stopped right next to Leo and crossed his arms, looking at him. Unlike Logan, they were almost eye-to-eye. Finn’s smile brought heat from Leo’s chest to his hips.

“I hear Logan got a kiss.”

That heat spread out farther. His cheeks. His neck. Finn’s eyes darted over his face like he was watching it.

“He did,” Leo said. Oh God, please kiss me.

Finn clicked his tongue like it was a shame. “Would’ve liked to see it, gotta say.”

Leo laughed a little. “Honestly, me too.”

Finn bit his lip. He was sort of smiling, but there was something else there, too. It was half hidden in the dim kitchen.

“Is it…Is it that you like one of us better?” A flicker of insecurity. “Because if—”

Leo pushed his hands against Finn’s chest. Stopping him. Holding him there. Brown eyes, bed-head, skin still salty from the sea. Leo had always loved Finn O’Hara. But Finn. This Finn was something else. This Logan… All of those fans didn’t even have a clue.

Leo couldn’t stand that hurt look on Finn’s face. He curled a hand behind Finn’s neck and pulled him closer. Like he’d wanted to in the ocean. Like he’d wanted to every time he heard him sing.

“Finn, I like both of you so much, it scares me.”

“Then…” Finn leaned closer, dropping his voice to hardly a whisper, so quiet that Leo more felt the words brush his own lips than he heard them. “Don’t I get a kiss, too? Before you go? Feeling a little left out over here—”

Leo didn’t let him finish. He pushed forward and kissed him.

His world went perfectly silent.

Oh. Leo grabbed onto Finn’s broad shoulders. Oh, oh, oh, Finn O’Hara could kiss. Oh, Finn could kiss, he could kiss, he kissed Leo like he would never breathe again and Leo felt himself sink. His chin tilted up, his body fell into Finn’s, and Finn took it. Finn held him.

He pressed harder against Finn’s body. Finn made a soft sound when his back hit the counter and his hands smoothed down Leo’s back, cupping his hips.

Finn managed to get out, “Are you—” before Leo was kissing him again.

“Yes,” Leo said. “Yes, yes…”

This was not Logan’s restraint. Not a single kiss. This was the sugar in Finn’s songs, the sugar that always applied to Logan in Leo’s mind. But Finn’s kiss was so all-consuming that it occurred to Leo that some of that sweetness had to belong to him. God, what could Logan do when he wasn’t holding back?

It took Leo a moment to figure out what sound was pulling at his mind and interrupting him. A strange, high-pitch—

“Shit,” Leo mumbled. “Tea, tea, tea.”

Finn didn’t even break away, though. He reached out a hand and flicked the stove off to stop the kettle from whistling.

The renewed silence rung in Leo’s ears. Finn’s palm was rubbing up and down Leo’s back.

Suddenly, Finn was hugging him tightly. His chin was tucked into Leo’s neck and Leo’s hand went to his hair automatically. That famous hair. Red and thick and soft. Leo turned his nose into it.

“You have our numbers,” Finn whispered. “And you know where we’ll be.” His brown eyes looked pleading when he pulled back. “You will choose a show, won’t you? Choose a show and come see us. The article will be out. I know there’s the follow up but—We’ll just be three people.”

Just three people. Leo thought of those little dressing rooms. That New York apartment. This place. But the fear was still there. Three people. Leo didn’t care what strangers thought. He cared about the aftermath of losing them, though. If he lost them…

Finn read it all on his face and he took Leo’s cheeks in his palms. He kissed him—this was closer to Logan’s gentle kiss.

“Come to a show and find out how much I want this,” Finn said. “Okay? Promise me. Or do I have to wake up grumpy and get him to tell you because he’ll probably just burrow in and not let you leave. Ever.” A brush of Finn’s nose against Leo’s. “He’s all about that kind of thing these days.”

Leo’s laugh spilled out, too much and too giddy for the night, but he didn’t mind. When he made to pull back, just a little, Finn took his arms and put them back around his neck. Leo couldn’t help his shiver as Finn’s palms ran down his sides and Finn pressed another smiling kiss to his mouth.

“If you wake him, I really will never leave,” Leo whispered. “And I do have to go.”

“Then promise me.”

Leo closed his eyes. He was so sure he’d be able to sleep just fine if Finn kept holding him like this.

“I promise.”

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Happily Ever After

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~500

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You and Bucky deserve your Happily Ever After, and something tells you that you’re going to get it. It doesn’t matter what you face. If you have Bucky by your side, you know you’ll get through it.

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Squares Filled: this won't a bit (2023) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: this is something short to give you an update on their lives after the events of the entire story. thank you to everyone who loved this series! i had a lot of fun writing it <3

You pinch the two fabrics together and slide the pin to keep them together. You take another pin and hold it between your lips before finding another loose spot to pin together. Bucky stands in front of you watching as you work effortlessly on the suit you’re tailoring to his body. He parts his lips when he sees you take the pin out of your mouth to use it on his suit. You lick your dry lips and Bucky shifts in an effort to hide his arousal.

“Would you stop moving? I’m going to poke your skin and you’ll bleed.”

“It won’t be the first time I’ve bled for you.”

“Okay, well, get blood on these clothes and I’m going to kill you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he nods.

“Okay, last pin. This won’t hurt a bit.”

You slide the last pin into place and look up at Bucky with a certain glimmer in your eyes.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll get more than blood on these clothes.”

“You’re vulgar,” you gasp and step back.

“You love it.”

“Well, I’m finished now. I’ve recorded my progress and you can take the suit off.”

Bucky steps off the small platform to do just that, and you walk to the double glass doors that lead out to the balcony. You lean on the railing and admire the Eternal City below. Italy. The place you fell in love with since Bucky first took you here. Now you live here and get to do the one thing you’ve aspired to be growing up: a fashion designer. It’s been a year since the incident with Gio but the trauma is still there. You can’t go anywhere without Bucky because you fear you’ll get kidnapped and experience something similar or worse.

Bucky has given you everything you could ever hope to want and need. You don’t have to work since Bucky takes care of you financially. Two months ago, he took you to Paris and gave you a million dollars to spend on whatever you wanted. He truly spoils you even though you don’t need all of that to be happy. You could be in a one-bedroom apartment with an overpriced rent fee and be just as happy. This is what makes Bucky happy so you’ll take it as long as he wants to give it.

Shortly after moving to Italy, you opened your first studio and started making clothes you hope to see in stores soon. The only thing Bucky has provided you with is a studio. Everything else is coming from you which is exactly what you want. You want to look at your clothes and know that it all came from you.

After changing back into a t-shirt and jeans, Bucky walks onto the balcony barefoot. He stands behind you and wraps his arms around your stomach, and you lean back with a smile.

“We should get home. Brute and King are waiting for us and if you keep leaving them alone, they’ll ruin yet another couch. The old one had claw marks everywhere on it.”

“Not my fault they have separation anxiety,” you laugh.

Bucky turns you around and scoops you into his arms, and you wrap your arm around his neck for support.

“Come on, Mrs. Barnes. We have a home to get to.”

“We’re not married… yet. Only one month to go.”

“And a short month it will be.”

“Lead the way, Mr. Barnes.”

And he does all the way home and right back into his heart where you belong.

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The Cowgirl and The Aviator Ch6

Alright shits about to go down so hold onto your butts! Also hoping you all are enjoying these two as much as I do. I feel like this chapter is rushed IDK. @smoothdogsgirl WARNINGS: Minor Character Death, Military inaccuracies and Mentions of nudity

When you woke the next morning Jake was still asleep on your chest. You didn’t have the heart to wake him up so you watched him until you fell back asleep. Jake woke a couple hours later and listened to you breathing. He eventually got up and ordered breakfast to be delivered. When it arrived Jake got everything sat out on the kitchen table. Jake walked back to the bedroom and leaned against the doorway taking in the way the sun graced your face.

He didn’t want to wake you, but he also didn’t want the food to be cold. “(Y/N) darlin’ food is in the kitchen”, he drawled. You woke slowly blinking up at him then smiled before pulling him down for a kiss. “I’ll be there in just a moment”, you replied. He grinned and headed back to the kitchen. You went to the bathroom to relieve your protesting bladder. When you finally made it to the kitchen Jake was chewing on some bacon.

You walked over and sat in his lap as his shoulders started moving with a laugh. “You know I have chairs”, he says. “Yeah but your lap is more comfortable”, you giggle. You both enjoy breakfast and every once in a while feed each other something to try. You had to admit you never thought a guy could be so gentle and tender. “What are we gonna’ do today babe?”, you asked. “Up to you I don’t mind as long as I can spend the day with you”, Jake whispers into your ear.

You laugh but try to think of things you both could do. “How about we go sightseeing then go to a club downtown tonight”, you suggest. “Sounds like fun”, he replies. You sneak back to Bradleys apartment grabbing some clothes and heading back to Jake’s apartment. “I’m going to shower real quick”, you explain. He nods as you get into the shower and wash your hair then lather yourself with soap.

You hear the bathroom door open and the curtain pulls back allowing Jake to step in with you. “Figured we could save water and shower together”, he tells you. There is nothing sexual about it and it’s a relaxing shower as you both wash the night off. When you both get out and dry off you head back to the bedroom to get dressed for the day. Jake gets the truck started as you take a moment to get your phone and wallet from the nightstand. As he drives you grab his open hand as the radio plays a Garth Brooks song.

“That’s something I would like to do again”, you say. “What’s that?”, he asks. “Going to a rodeo. I used to run barrels when I was younger, but when I went off to college all that changed”, you explain. “Tell ya’ what if you ever come with me back to Texas I’ll take you to a rodeo”, he says. “I would love to” you respond. The rest of the day is filled with going to historic landmarks and Jake taking you by the base as you both watch Jets take off.

Lunch came and went as you ate on the tailgate watching the beach scene. Then you both decided to go back to the apartment to get changed into something more club appropriate. You change into a beautiful black strapless dress that Nat had also insisted on you getting the last time you went shopping. It showed off your curves, you styled your hair and put on some lip gloss. You had to admit Nat was right, you looked damn good and you couldn’t wait to go out.

Jake was still in his jeans but the t-shirt seemed a size small and he paired it with a black leather jacket with his all too familiar aviator sunglasses. If you weren’t going to the club you would jump him right now. Jake looked you up and down whistling as you blushed like mad. “Darlin that dress is killin’ me”, he tells you. “Well let’s go before we change our minds”, you laugh. With that you both get back into the truck and head downtown to a local club.

It’s not very busy which is nice and leaves plenty of space on the dance floor. “What do you want to drink sweetheart?”, Jake questions. “I’ll take a rum n’ coke”, you reply. He goes up to the bar to order your drinks and you look around taking in your surroundings. You look at the crowd on the dance floor and across the floor you swear you see your ex, but before you can get a good look Jake comes back with your drink.

“What’s wrong?”, Jake asks. “I thought I saw someone I recognized, but I must be mistaken”, you reply. You sip at your drink as Jake drinks his beer and once finished with your drinks head out to the dance floor. It does surprise you that Jake can dance and you enjoy every moment of it. You take in his smile, the way he makes you feel and how carefree he is. You do this with a little nagging in your brain saying this could be the last time you see him like this and it makes your stomach feel uneasy.

You push that thought out of your head and get closer to him. At some point you turn around as Jake’s hands find your hips and pull you back to him. He kisses your neck as your fingers find the back of his neck as you both continue to sway with the music. You spend the evening like this and end up leaving the club around nine since he has to be up early. On the way back to his apartment he hands you a key.

“What’s this for?”, you ask. “It’s the spare key to my apartment. That way you can come over whenever you want even if I’m gone”, he tells you. “Thank you”, you say. He has no idea how much it means to you, but you intend to show him. When you get back to the apartment Bradley is parking at the same time. When you get out Bradley bristles like a feral cat seeing another cat in his territory. “So what’s going on between you two?”, he asks. “Well I took my girlfriend out before we ship out tomorrow”, Jake says, but you can see the dig he is trying to get in at Bradley.

“Girlfriend?! (Y/N) please tell me he’s joking”, Bradley exclaims. “He asked me last night and I said yes Bradley. Don’t act like it’s such a big deal”, you huff. “So he asks you right before we go on a mission he may not come back from”, Bradley argues. “Bradley, I know the risks of dating an aviator. I think you forget that you weren’t the only one to lose a father to flying”, you seeth. Bradley seems to deflate at that, but you hug him even though he is being a jerk.

“I want you both to watch out for each other while you're out there”, you say to both men. “I can do that, but only for you”, Bradley says. “Anything for you darlin’ “, Jake responds. After that little agreement you take Jake’s hand and make your way into his apartment. You both get ready for bed and you automatically cling to Jake’s side. “I didn’t know your father was a pilot”, Jake murmurs as he strokes your head.

“Yeah we traveled from base to base back east, but ended up settling at the naval base in Virginia”, you reply. “If it’s too much I understand, but how did you lose him?”, Jake asked. “He was away on a mission. They ran into enemy fighters and my dad chose to sacrifice his life for his friend. For the longest time I hated his friend because I didn’t understand at the time, but when I got a little older I found out that he had just gotten married and was expecting his first child. Then I understood why my dad did what he did”, you replied.

Jake felt a tear hit his chest and he pulled you onto him to kiss you. He gently wiped away those tears as he continued to kiss you. “Your dad sounded like a brave man”, he told you. “Yeah he was, but please don’t let the rivalry between you and Rooster come between you all when you're in the air”, you begged. “I swear to you we are a team when we’re up there. I don’t want to lose any of my team even if they can be a pain in the ass”, he jokes. It reaffirms what you thought before that Jake puts on the front he doesn’t care, but in reality he cares a great deal.

That gets a small laugh out of you and you go back to being tucked into his side with your head resting over his heart. The rhythm lulls you into sleep for the night as Jake takes a little longer to fall asleep. He thinks about it and he has never really had a reason to come back from a mission, but now even with this whirlwind romance as his sister would call it he did. It takes a little while longer, but hearing you breath and feeling you there helps him to fall into a deep sleep.

When the alarm goes off in the morning you groan, but Jake is already getting out of bed to get ready. You eventually get up as he goes straight for the shower. You join him and share several kisses while you both get ready for his departure. “You want to drop me off and pick me up when I get back?”, he asks. “Yeah I can do that”, you say, going to get your keys. When you get down to the parking lot you realize Bradley was already gone. You drive him where he directs you to go to drop him off.

He got out to grab his stuff and turned to you as you pulled him in for the longest kiss you had ever had. When you went to pull away he chased your lips for a couple more. Jake could see your eyes were shining with unshed tears, but he had to go or he would be in big trouble. “I’ll see you when I get back darlin’. Wait for me?”, he asked. “I’ll wait as long as I have to”, you replied. He gave a two finger salute and walked away as you finally let the tears fall from your eyes. You watched him until he was out of sight then got back in your truck to drive back to the apartment.

It didn’t feel right to go back to Jake’s apartment when he wasn’t there so you went to Bradleys. It felt so different with Bradley gone to. You had to work tonight so you got an outfit ready and waited until it was time to go in. The rest of the week was much of the same of going to work, coming home using the day to clean, rinse and repeat. Friday was the hardest because everytime you looked at the pool table it was empty of the people you had come to care about.

You were scrolling through social media when a video popped up about sending your significant other a raunchy photo and seeing their replies. That got you thinking so you decided to hatch a plan. Getting your phone set up perfectly you changed into a new red two piece lingerie set you had bought and took several pictures in different poses. You ended up picking the picture of yourself posed on your knees looking up into the camera, but the angle had a clear view of the whole outfit.

You looked so innocent and you knew that it would have Jake chomping at the bit to be there. After you grabbed some paper and a pen you wrote a quick letter and put it in the envelope. Next stop was to get the picture printed. You had never been so nervous to print your own photos at a self service kiosk. Afraid that someone would see as you tried to print it as fast as possible. Once printed you bought some stamps and mailed it to the address that Jake had given you.

He had told you he would be gone for at least a month so it was going to have to do until he could come see you in person. Two weeks went by faster than you expected and coming home one night from your shift at the Hard Deck you noticed Bradley’s apartment door standing open. When you looked it was clear that someone had broken in and you immediately called the police. They checked over everything then had you go in to confirm if anything was missing.

The only thing you found that was missing was a couple pairs of underwear and bras. The police told you they would patrol the area, but it may be best for you to stay somewhere until the door was fixed. You ended up deciding to stay in Jake’s apartment, but it didn’t ease the fear that whoever had broken in and stole your things wasn’t still out there watching and waiting.

When you told Penny she made sure that you always texted her when you made it back to the apartment. You couldn’t wait for Jake and Bradley to be home because at least them being here would help you feel safer. You only had a couple more weeks to go, but you sent a letter to Bradley to let him know what had happened and that the door had been replaced. You hoped they were doing okay and that they were safe.

The next week went by pretty much the same and you had been taking care of both apartments although you had been sleeping in Jake’s bed. It smelled like him and it helped to relax you after all that had happened. You even did Jake and Bradley’s clothes that had been in the hampers. Folding them and putting them in their respective drawers. You then did a deep clean of both apartments that weekend.

Jake sat down across from Rooster as someone came in yelling mail. Jake didn’t expect anything as Bradley was handed an envelope. To his surprise his name was called and an envelope placed in his hand. He would recognize (Y/N)’s writing anywhere as he stared at the envelope. “What the fuck!”, Rooster cursed. “What?”, Jake asked. “(Y/N)’s letter said someone broke into my apartment and that my door had to be replaced, she said she wasn’t home when it happened”, Rooster relayed. Jake didn’t like that one bit and opened his letter as something fluttered to the floor.

“Shit”, he cursed. He bent down and picked it up realizing it was wrapped in a small self made envelope. He decided to read the letter first,

“Dear Jake,

I hope you and Bradley are safe out there and return soon. Penny has given me some extra hours to keep me busy, but it only helps a little. I sent a little something in a handmade envelope that I hope you love because it took me several times to get the right look. When you get back maybe you can see it for yourself. Can’t wait until you're back home!

Your Girl,

(Y/N)

P.S. I HAVE OTHER COLORS WAITING FOR YOU ;)

Jake opened the small handmade envelope and realized it was a photo. When he pulled it out his body was hot and his brain went into overdrive. There you were on your knees looking up innocently and in a red two piece lingerie set. Damn you were trying to kill him before he even made it back home to you. He quickly put the photo into his pocket on his shirt to keep anyone from seeing it. He couldn’t wait to get back home to you, but when he made it back to his room he wrote a letter back.

Penny was calling your name as you read the letter for the hundredth time. He had stated that everyone was doing okay and that he was tired as hell. He also made it known that he couldn’t wait to see you and the lingerie set in person. “(Y/N) are you okay?”, Penny asked. “Oh yeah. I’m sorry that I have been distracted”, you reply. “It’s okay I get it I still get that way when Pete is out there”, she tells you. “Do you think you can close tonight? I have to go pick up Amelia”, she says.

“Yeah I can close tonight”, you respond. You continue to work until closing as one of the bartenders asks if you’ll be okay by yourself. You told her you would be fine and started taking inventory. You played some music on the jukebox as you swept and mopped. The bartenders had cleaned their stations so you just had to wipe down the bar tops and tables. The whole time it felt like you were being watched, but you shook it off and finished up.

You kept feeling like you were being watched as you got into your truck. You made it to the apartments and went into Jake’s apartment still not feeling safe in Bradley’s. You showered and got ready for bed making a late night snack. When you climbed into the bed you noticed that Jake’s scent was starting to fade. You grabbed his pillow that still smelled like his shampoo and hugged it to your chest as you tried to sleep not knowing that Jake and Rooster were about to experience something they hadn’t before.

“Keep up speed we should make it out of enemy airspace without being detected”, Rooster called over the radio. “Dagger squad you have two bogies approaching your position”, overwatch relayed. “Rooster, we have to pick up the pace”, Jake told him. “Alright hold on guys, we’re gonna’ turn and burn”, Rooster replied. They increased speed but the wingman following Jake panicked. “Guys you're going too fast we can’t keep up”, Banshee said. “You’re gonna have too, those bogies are going to intercept us if we don’t”, Rooster called back. Jake knew this was bad, but they had already destroyed the target and were almost home free.

The open ocean a couple miles from the carrier. “Holy fuck I’m hit I’m hit!”, Banshee yelled as his WSO Fluke was panicking as well as calling out all the failures. “I’m coming back Banshee! Just hang in there!”, Jake yelled. “Hangman, I'm coming. Phoenix continue to the carrier”, Rooster ordered. They both intercepted the bogies as Rooster was able to shoot one with a missile. “Shit he has a lock on me!”, Banshee yelled. “Smoke in the air! SMOKE IN THE AIR”, Fluke screamed. “DEPLOY FLARES”, Banshee yelled.

“I CAN’T THEY AREN’T WORKING”, Fluke yelled back. Jake opened fire trying to hit the missile, but missed by a hair as Rooster had tone and fired a missile at the bogie. The bogie deployed flares as Banshee and Fluke yelled out one last time as their jet exploded. “NOOO”, Jake screamed. “HANGMAN I COULD USE SOME HELP”, Rooster screamed through the headset. Rooster was using evasive maneuvers and had just deployed flares to avoid the missile.

“HANGMAN WHERE ARE YOU?!”, Rooster screamed. “I’VE GOT YOU” Jake yelled as he fired a missile. The bogie deployed flares as he turned to go after Jake. “SHIT ROOSTER BOGIE IS ON MY SIX”, Jake informed. Jake had deployed all his flares by the time Rooster was on top of the bogie. “I NEED YOU TO HOLD STEADY SO I CAN TAKE THIS GUY OUT”, Rooster called out. “ARE YOU CRAZY!”, Jake responded. Jake looked down at the photo he had placed in his cockpit.

It was the one of you in your sundress on the beach staring out into the ocean smiling. If he was going to die he wanted to go looking at your photo. Rooster fired and the bogie couldn’t evade in time as the missile made contact. “SPLASH BOGIE! SPLASH BOGIE!” Rooster confirmed. Jake let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and headed back to the carrier with Rooster. When they landed they were immediately debriefed and let go to get some rest.

Jake, Rooster, Phoenix and Bob sat there knowing that it could have easily been Payback and Fanboy had they not gotten injured. Hell it could have been any of them. It was somber as they all went to their rooms. Jake shared one with Rooster as he climbed into his bunk. He pulled out the photo he had in the cockpit and broke down as he realized he could have died today. He didn’t cry because of his near death today, but the fact that if he had died you would have been devastated.

You just felt heavy as you willed yourself to go back to sleep. Jake and the others should be back soon and you couldn’t wait to be able to hold Jake again. You grabbed Jake’s pillow again and curled around it. You were wearing one of his t-shirts and it was just as soothing as holding onto his pillow. “Jake come home please”, you whispered. Sleep consumed you within minutes as you dreamed about him coming home.

#top gun maverick #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #dagger squad #pete maverick mitchell #penny benjamin

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auras-moonstone · 1 year

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Hi! Ursula I hope your day is great! I was wondering if you can do Jack champion x reader them watching the Barbie movie and them like having matching cute pink outfits and like them posting about it and the routine of them getting ready!

hii! love this request, i loved barbie!! btw can we appreciate how pretty jack looks in pink?? like 😫💕🥺😭💓🥹💖 i’m in love with that man

feel the glamour in pink — jack champion

word count: 1,376

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING JACK LOVED MORE THAN SEEING HIS GIRLFRIEND HAPPY. And he would do anything to make her feel like that. So, when Y/N asked him if he would be up to have matching pink outfits to go see the Barbie movie, he instantly grabbed his keys and led them to the mall.

“You know we don’t have to buy anything, right? I have pink clothes, and so do you” Y/N laughed as he dragged her towards a shop.

“We don’t have to, but I want to buy you a new outfit” Jack told her. Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but he pressed his lips against hers before she could mutter a word “I want to spoil my girl”.

Y/N blushed—something she always did when he called her ‘his girl’. “Okay, fine”

They spent a few minutes seeking for pink pieces of clothes until they made a few outfits. “Now go try them on for me”.

“Yes, sir” she teased as she entered the changing room. She grabbed the first outfit—it was a checkered pink dress and a short pale pink cardigan above it.

When Jack heard the click of the door, he turned his head and with wide eyes took in his girlfriend’s figure. “Holy shit”

“It’s really cute, but the dress is too short for my liking”

“Well, certainly not for mine”

Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes “I’m not getting this dress”

“That’s okay. Next”

The next one was a bit more like her. It was a white top and jeans with wide legs and a cute hot pink blazer.

“Oh, yeah. Blazers are your thing, babe. You look like a hot business woman” Jack said when she got out of the dressing room. Y/N threw her head back laughing.

“I really like this one” Y/N said, checking herself in he mirror.

“This is really hard” she heard Jack say as she changed into the next outfit. “You look good in everything, how are we supposed to choose?” Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile on her face, completely in love with the way her boyfriend was always complimenting her.

“Jack I think this is the one!” Y/N said as she opened the door. Jack fell silent, inspecting her with detail. Yes, this was indeed the one.

That deep shade of pink matched her skin tone perfectly and the clothes looked absolutely good on her. It was a white tube top underneath a hot pink vest and high wasted shorts of the same color.

“Please never take that outfit off. I’m begging you” Jack said, standing up. “You look fantastic. I’m going to look so bad next to you”.

“You could never ever look bad, and you know it” Y/N laughed, grabbing him by the fabric of his shirt to pull him down in order to give him a kiss—which was supposed to be short, but Jack had other plans. “Nuh-uh, sir. That’s completely inadequate. You have to wait outside the dressing room” she said in a playful voice when Jack tried to pull them inside.

“I hate you” Jack said, throwing himself on the couch like a little kid who had just been denied a candy.

“I love you too, you big baby”

“BABE CAN WE DO A LIVE WHILE WE GET READY?” Jack asked her, he was already dressed. He had put on a white tank top, jeans and a pink jacket—which was the same color of Y/N’s outfit. “The people are asking”

Y/N laughed “Sure, why not. You look unbelievable handsome, by the way”.

“Thanks, love” Jack kissed her nose before setting his phone on the bathroom counter, checking that they could both be seen “Hi, guys! We are seeing Barbie tonight and we are getting ready. Well, she’s going to get ready I’ll just stand here to admire her”

“Hi!” Y/N waved nervously. She wasn’t part of the media. Jack’s fans knew her as his best friend—who was now his girlfriend—, and while they all have been super kind to her, she still gets a bit anxious.

hi y/n/n!!

you look gorgeous y/n/n !!❣️

jack move away we want to see y/n😫

y/n/n if you ever dump jack hmu

“Hey, if you’re going to flirt with my girlfriend and be mean to me I’m going to end the live” Jack frowned and pouted like a baby. “And she’s not going to dump me, quit it”.

“Oh, poor Jack” Y/N said, giving him a kiss on the cheek which made him smile.

“If you’re going to kiss me everytime they insult me, then please keep insulting me guys” Jack said with a smirk.

“Stop seducing me. We need to hurry” she scolded her boyfriend “I’m going to get dress and then I’ll do my make-up”

“I can’t wait for you to see her outfit. It’s so good” Jack said when Y/N left the bathroom. “We went to the mall together yesterday to choose it”.

are u excited for the movie?

“Yeah! Y/N’s excitement is contagious. She has been talking about the movie non-stop since it was announced. She’s a huge Greta fan. Wish you guys would hear her rumbling about Barbie, she’s adorable”

awe he’s so in loveeee

“I mean, if you guys fell in love with her with only a couple of tik toks and instagram stories, imagine how head over heels I am” he laughed.

“Ta-dah” Y/N said entering the bathroom as Jack whistled. “Thank you, guys!” blood rushing to her cheeks as she read the compliments the people in the chat were telling her.

“You look beautiful” Jack grinned, eyes shining like fireworks. She smiled shyly as she embraced him in a hug. “Can I do your make-up?”

“Sure. I’ll keep it simple, though. First, eye-liner”

“Oh, this is scary” Jack said.

“If you poke my eye out, there are people witnessing it. Remember that” Y/N teased him, closing her eyes. She felt him carefully making the cat eye and the simple brush of his fingers against her skin made her feel dizzy.

“Ready” he squeezed her waist.

She looked herself on the live and made a surprise face “Jack, that’s actually cute”

Jack smiled contently “Now, what?”

“Mascara and lipgloss” Y/N said, handing him the stuff. He put the mascara first and then his favorite part—the lipgloss.

Y/N watched his face of concentration and melted. “You’re adorable. And you have the most beautiful eyelashes. So unfair”.

“Y/N! Thanks, but don’t move your lips! Now there’s lipgloss all over your face” he laughed.

“Hey, don’t you wanna check if this lipgloss lasts?” Y/N smirked.

Jack’s eyes twinkled and the corner of his mouth lifted “I guess this is the end of the live. We’ll tell you what we think… of the movie, not the lipgloss”

“Bye guys!” Y/N said as her boyfriend ended the live. Immediately, Jack’s lips were glued to hers.

“Hmm, grapes” he muttered, making her laugh.

Y/N ENTERED THE CINEMA WITH PERFECT EYE-LINER AND MASCARA AND LEFT WITH HER FACE LOOKING LIKE A RACOON. Jack rubbed her shoulder comfortingly throughout the way home. He couldn’t put into words how much the sight of her crying pained him.

“Babe, what can I do for you? Do you want a hot bath? Snacks? Ice cream? Do you want me to put your favorite Taylor Swift album on? Want me to give you massages?”

Y/N laughed and rested her head on his chest as she shook her head no “I’m fine, I promise. The movie left me a tad sensitive but I’m alright. Thank you, though, you’re the sweetest. I love you”

“I love you more” he kissed the top of her head lovingly. “Do you want to cuddle in bed?”

“Yes, please. So much crying left me exhausted” she laughed.

“You know that you’re the smartest, funniest, most gorgeous and kindest girl in the world, right? You have the purest heart and you make me so so happy” he grabbed her from the waist, lifting her from the floor.

A bright smile instantly appeared on her face, and it was physically impossible to erase. Her heart felt so full of love she was afraid it might explode “I love you so much. You’re the best boyfriend in the world and you make me extremely happy too”

jackchampion she’s everything, i’m just jack y/n.l/n

y/n.l/n you’re perfect and i love you so much

jackchampion no you are🥺❤️

jacksdaylight how was the lipgloss- i mean, the movie???

jackchampion 10/10

y/n.l/n it was the best thing ever, thanks for asking!

#jack champion #jack champion x y/n #jackchampion #jack champion x reader #jack champion oneshot #jack champion fluff #jack champion imagine #ethan landry #ethanlandry #jack champion fanfic #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #barbie #barbie the movie

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yuna542 · 1 year

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Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 9<-

Part 10

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, under 18 DNI!, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, unprotected sex (just don‘t), overstimulation

Word Count: 4.5k

Note: Changbin at the gym? A classic. Yea maybe I discovered a new kink since that Talker episode. I hope you like this part. Comments, Likes and Reblogs are as always a blessing.

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

He had really tried. With all his self-control. He might have figured he wasn't as strong as he thought after all, but it was too late now anyway.

"Bin? What...?"

Your soft voice broke off as he finally pulled those damn leggings down and pressed you against the locker, making your hands slam hard against it.

—

When Changbin had offered to go to the gym together so he could help you with your workout plan, you were already nervous, however you had also been looking forward to it.

Normally you hated going to the gym. As soon as you walked in and got a glimpse of all the fit bodies glistening with sweat and hard-earned muscles flexing, based of their efforts, you wanted to flee and never look back.

However, Changbin kept talking about his training and now that the gym in the JYP building had been renovated, you wanted to give it a chance.

Since he was also kind of the personal trainer of the other boys and definitely knew a lot about fitness, you felt much more confident.

He had assured you that you would be alone, without prying eyes from others, and that was reassuring on one hand, but so much worse on the other.

Alone with Changbin as your personal trainer?

That sounded like the beginning of a porn movie you'd secretly love to see.

Changbin was already standing outside your office, leaning against the wall. His hair was a mess from the stressful day, and fluffy strands fell into his forehead. He carried a bag over his shoulder and smiled when he saw you.

"Hey Bin", you smiled at him.

"Hey, Y/N. You ready?"

"Sure. I'm a little scared. Don't push me too hard, okay?", you laughed, swinging your backpack onto your back. You only had gym clothes and two bottles of water with you. Changbin said you didn't need more.

You were about to walk down the long hallway together when the door to Chan's studio opened and Han stuck his head out.

"Oh Y/N, going to the gym with Changbin? Good luck!"

"Thanks...", you mumbled a little unsettled and Han grinned even more before disappearing back into the room. They clearly had a conversation about it beforehand.

Changbin just laughed darkly beside you, which didn't help.

"Don't worry. We'll take it slow."

Once inside the gym, you were amazed. It was very modern and no one else was here. After all, it was the middle of the night and usually there were only 3Racha left in the building.

"Wow. This turned out really well."

Changbin nodded:

"Yes. The renovations were badly needed. Now there's everything you could wish for."

He led you into the locker room so you could change and placed his bag on the bench in the middle of the room. There were wooden lockers on the walls all around and even a fancy shower right next to them. You set your backpack down as well and sighed softly.

"Do you want me to go outside?", he asked uncertainly. He didn't want to disturb your privacy while you were changing. You shook your head while getting your black leggings and black sports bra out of your bag.

"No, it’s alright. You can change here too."

Changbin hesitated for a moment, but then nodded and began to take out his clothes as well. While you were slipping out of your jeans, he turned his back to you, took off his hoddie, and put it on the bench.

He really didn't want to look, but he risked a quick glance anyway. He almost turned into a drooling mess when he saw your round ass and had to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from staring at your light blue lace underwear like a pervert.

Han even bet that he wouldn't last 5 minutes before he wanted to fuck you and although Changbin would deny it, Han was right.

You had taken everything off by now and were standing with your back to him in just your underwear.

He knew it was wrong, that he should just turn around instead of staring. But when your hand moved to the clasp of your bra, he still looked a few seconds longer.

When you were standing in front of him in just your panties, he had to put a hand between his legs. He really really shouldn't have looked. Your tempting back was enough to shoot the heat between his legs.

Before turning around to put on your sports bra, he quickly turned away and continued to change. As he did so, he couldn't stop thinking about your bare skin and the curve of your ass that would fit perfectly in his big hands.

As soon as he had pulled on his shorts and a tank top, he hurried out of the locker room with a short:

"Meet me outside!"

A little puzzled, you looked after him, and followed as soon as you had put on your leggings and sports bra. He just set a water bottle on the counter and looked to you as you tied your hair up in a ponytail.

"What are we going to start with?", you asked, motivated, and he glanced around the room.

"We'll start with a warm up. Then I'll show you some exercises, and we'll do them in intervals."

"Alright! Sounds not that bad."

Changbin was a good trainer and he got you sweating within seconds. However, with each move he explained how to do it properly and all the muscle parts you would be working out with it. When you were completely wiped out after only a short time, he was just getting warmed up. Scorching breaths rushed through your lungs and pain began to prod at your stomach, spreading all the way down to your thighs and legs. Your limbs howled in agony.

He was strict, but didn't stop motivating you and at some point it was fun, even if everything hurt and you were sweating.

For the entirety of the session, for every exercise, Changbins hands got lost, wandering over your curves as he corrected your stance or instructed you on proper breathing through each repetition.

His little touches as he helped you maintain your balance sent instant electrical impulses through your body. He just looked so good, with his pumped biceps, his trained torso and the sweat on his face.

You had to restrain yourself from touching him at every opportunity to feel his muscles under your fingers.

"Come on, I know you can give me one more, gorgeous!", Changbin said, spotting you from the front as you laid back on a mat while doing your last few sit-up's. He held your feet firmly on the ground, by your calves, cheering you on to do some more. His attentive gaze never wandered, glued to every part of you as you performed the exercises.

"Well done, doll", he praised as you struggled yourself up once more, abs burning, and chuckled as you dropped to the floor, stretched out like a starfish. Your head throbbed and your chest pounded. You needed a minute to summon air back to your lungs.

But he pushed you unbearably further into the next exercises.

With every touch, his fingers stayed pressed to your hips a little longer than necessary when he held you straight during push-ups.

He tried not to let it show, but seeing your long legs tighten with every movement, feeling your thighs under his fingers as soon as he helped you and how the sweat made your perfect skin shine had more impact on him than he showed.

You, too, could barely think straight as he gave you assistance with squats.

"You must always keep your back straight and bend your knees at a 90 degree angle until you feel it burning in your thighs", he explained expertly and had his hands firmly on your hips as you did the first squat.

He stood so close behind you that his chest grazed your back for a moment and when you squatted, he just stared at your tensed ass as it brushed against his middle.

"You need to push your back more, bend the knees, lean into the movement!"

You could feel his fingers digging harder into your sides each time after several repetitions.

"Like that?", you asked when he suddenly stopped explaining.

You did notice that he was staring at your ass and let out a small smirk but not saying anything. Then he cleared his throat and quickly averted his eyes from your ass, which was brushing against his bulge every time. Glancing over your shoulder, you could see how red he was, even though he was only giving assistance.

"Ah... Yes... Yeah you're doing good."

While counting your thirty squats in your head, almost letting your legs give out from the effort, he could think of nothing but sinking into you from behind and your perfect ass pressed against him with every thrust.

Your strained gasps and the little sighs that escaped you each time only spurred his imagination more.

"I hope I'll be able to walk tomorrow", you pressed out with a giggle, and god you had no idea what you were doing to him.

"I can't promise that”, he replied with a throaty laugh, but he sounded distracted.

At some point you felt the reason for his tense posture. Something on your butt felt increasingly harden and after a few seconds you realized what was up with him. Your heart pumped the heat to your ears and you tried to seem unbothered.

When you finished your exercise, he quickly let go of you and turned around, pretending to want something to drink.

After watching you for a whole hour, your body shaking with exertion, your shiny skin and your little exhausted sounds, he couldn't stop himself from getting hard.

But he felt dirty. He wanted to help you with your workout and all he could think about was how he wanted to fuck you hard against the nearest wall. Embarrassed, he held his water bottle in front of his increasingly hard length.

You took advantage of the brief pause and took a breath. You were exhausted and every muscle was burning, but it was a pleasant feeling.

"What now?" you asked after a short while, looking at him with energetic eyes.

"You really have endless motivation. The boys could really learn something from you."

Actually, he just wanted to lock himself away somewhere, jerk off while thinking about your sweaty body, and be ashamed of it afterwards.

But it would be too conspicuous to break off now, just because he had a boner.

As you straighten up, you suddenly frown in pain.

"Ow! Shit”, you cursed, grabbing your shoulder but not reaching the spot on your spine that hurt so much.

The sudden pinch in your back made you groan loudly, and Changbin immediately came over to you with a concerned look.

"What's wrong?"

"My back suddenly hurts", you pressed out, and that's when he knelt down behind you on the mat. His thighs bulged with muscles that strained under his skin whenever he moved.

"You probably just pinched something”, he reasoned aloud, feeling down your spine from your neck, to your lower back.

"Yea, your muscles are strained and probably pinched a nerve. I can release that if you want. I do it all the time with the members."

Of course you trusted him, so you nodded.

"Yes. Okay."

"Lay on your stomach," he said, so you complied and folded your hands, under your chin, trying and failing to ease the wild drumming of your heart against the mat as he climbed over you. His knees fell on each side of your hips, his thighs grazing your ass. And as he lowers himself to place his hands along your spine, another part of him brushed over you, igniting your face with embarrassment. You reminded yourself that he's simply wanting to help you.

Changbin tilted his pelvis against the curve of your ass, an unmistakable weight pokes the base of your spine. More heat rushed to your face.

"Just relax... This is just to help with the pain."

His voice was calm, but he clearly enjoyed the soft feeling of your ass under his body.

He began to squeeze the round flesh of your hips and massaging the aching bands of muscles above your ass. He worked his way up your back and his strong hands on your heated skin made you close your eyes.

He probably enjoyed the touch more than he should, but he couldn't stop. Only a stifled moan made its way up your throat, your body sagging under the warm press of his palms.

"Does it fell better?", he asked and you couldn't answer him. A loud sigh floated from your mouth as he nudged more weight on the pinching area. It hurts, not a bad kind of hurt, but it shifted your mind into dizziness.

"I want to hear you, doll!", he said with a raspy voice.

"Yes, it helps”, you answered him and buried your forehead in your palms to keep from gasping out loud as you definitely felt the throbbing weight in his shorts grazing your ass cheek. Your stomach is squished into the mat as he leaned over you. While he massaged your back underneath your bra a wobbly breath escaped you.

"I really like that workout clothes on you."

His hands disappeared almost completely under the fabric of your sports bra and traveled down your sides until his fingers touched the bare skin of your breasts.

"Since it was the first workout, I think we should stop for today. You did well, but otherwise you're overworking your muscles."

Relieved, you nodded. You honestly wouldn't have survived another exercise. Your muscles felt like jelly, and if Changbin came that close to you again, you'd go nuts.

He gave your hips one last lingering squeeze before his hands vanished from your body. You found yourself missing the uncomfortably close touch. Changbin's hands had worked magic on your sore muscles.

Your underpants had become wetter and wetter with each time he had grabbed your hips during the exercises, aligned your thighs, or just randomly stroked along your belly.

You wanted to feel his fingers somewhere else, and that's why you couldn't concentrate on the workout once you felt his hard member against your ass.

"You can go ahead and get changed", he said, still holding the bottle in front of his private parts.

"I'll be right there."

As silly as it sounded, it was like he was undressing you with his stare.

You nodded slowly and had to squeeze your thighs together at the sight of his sweaty torso. The tank top was sticking to his abs since he had been doing pushups with you and his hair was falling tangled in his forehead. He looked so hot that you had to force yourself away from the sight of him.

When you disappeared through the door into the locker room, he threw the bottle in the trash and stared at the closed door behind which you were probably undressing.

Had he really imagined your intense stares and slightly suggestive gasps?

The images in his head were driving in circles and he knew he couldn't take it anymore.

Just as you opened the locker to get your things, Changbin bursted into the room. You turned around and had to bite your lower lip when you saw the tent in his shorts.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it. You're driving me insane", he growled, already pushing you against the locker as he slammed the locker door shut with the other.

With a gasp, you felt his erection against your lower abdomen and his strong hands on your hips, pressing you firmly against the lockers.

He licked his lips and watched your face with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Bin, what-", but you were interrupted by his lips crashing mercilessly against yours. He kissed you so tumultuously and hurriedly that your hands immediately flew into his hair and tugged at it. He grinded his length in heat against your body and you could feel it growing with every second.

Chaotically your tongues met and his huge shoulders completely shielded you from the rest of the room. He was all over you, kissing you with all the dirty desire that had built up over the last few hours.

"I need you. Now!", he panted still at your swollen lips and reached for your ass, kneading it tightly through the tight leggings so that you lifted off the floor.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you up, making your already wet pussy touch the crotch area of his shorts. Eventually slamming your back against the empty lockers.

Immediately you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him even closer, and with your back pressed against the metal, he kissed along your jawline, up to your neck, where he immediately sucked and worked big hickeys into your skin that you probably couldn't easily hide.

"You're so cruel... I couldn't think of anything else the whole time but ripping those damn leggings off you", he mumbled into your skin, cupping your boobs with his hands. Veins stood out from the workout on his forearms and that only turned you on more.

"Fuck... Binnie", you gasped, overwhelmed. Even his sweat smelled seductive, and you tugged at his strands of hair in desire as he ripped the sports bra off your body at the speed of light.

Immediately he twirled one nipple between his fingers while roughly kneading your other breast.

"Even your tits are perfect", he growled, eyeing your half-naked body aroused. In his gaze was pure greed for you and your body, which made your panties and leggings completely soaked.

You pressed your thighs even tighter against his sides and rolled your hips against his to get more friction between your cunt and his bulge.

With shaky fingers you ripped the tank top off his body and finally you had a clear view of his muscular body. He was breathtakingly beautiful. Every one of his muscles tensed under the touch of your fingers and you couldn't quite realize that you could finally feel his perfectly built abs so tight against your skin.

You brought nothing but excited gasps from your lips. Changbin's sudden attack drove the heat into your veins and feeling his immense length through the fabric drove you insane. It was clear that his dick was huge, since everything about him was big, which put you in joyful anticipation.

But Changbin was too impatient. He needed to feel you and he needed to feel you now.

"I need your pussy so bad", he said almost desperately and lowered you down.

Before you could catch your breath, he turned you around by your hips and pressed you so hard against the lockers that you panted loudly.

Little whimpers and moans kept escaping him, which would have been cute if he wasn't so dominant with his hands.

"Fuck. I can't wait to feel your soaked pussy around my cock", he murmured as he was already pulling down your leggings along with your panties. You somehow got rid of them and kicked them off.

You got goosebumps as your skin and core were suddenly exposed to the cold air, but you already felt him ripping off his shorts and boxers.

His movements were so hurried and violent as he couldn't take it anymore. The last hours had been torture.

With his hands he pressed you rough against the locker so that your hands and cheek leaned firmly against it and your breasts were pressed against the cool metal.

This sight of your ass and wet cunt completely at his mercy made Changbin's thoughtfulness overshadowed by pure lust. Your mind emptied. No thoughts lingered as desire crowded your brain. He started urging his hardness between your ass cheeks.

You already felt his tip at your entrance when he lined up behind you, and his throbbing dick was thick and obviously massive. With a quick movement, he brought your hips into position and then sinked into you from behind with his entire length.

"Shit. You're so tight", he cursed as your walls nearly crushed him. He thrusted slowly deeper and deeper and you feared being torn apart by him stretching you out. You moaned loudly and he moved slightly so you could get used to it.

"You take my cock so well... good girl."

The pain quickly turned to pure arousal, and the way he filled you up perfectly made you dig your fingernails into the locker.

"Is everything okay?", he asked, breathing heavily as he was completely absorbed in you and you felt his balls pressed against your clit.

You couldn't open your eyes as every movement rattled your insides.

"Mmmh... Binnie, you're so... big. Filling me out...", you gasped and his tone automatically softened.

"I can stop if it's too much, babe.”

Quickly, you shook your head against the locker.

"No. Please Binnie! Please fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you want!"

Your shaky voice and strained back made his dick inside you twitch impatiently.

"You're so goddamn sexy, babe", he growled, and as he slowly pulled his length back out of you, a desperate whimper escaped you.

Without hesitation he slammed into you, making you scream and squeeze your eyes tight with your chest pounding. Your eyes rolled back and grunts came out of his gritted teeth, as your mouth hung open in a quiet scream. He found the g-spot almost immediately. He thrusted harder, hitting it every time. With each time he penetrated deeper. The sight of your cockdrunk face against the locker, the sharp moans bursting from your throat as pain blooms in your core and the way your ass wiggled every time made him go insane.

"Do you know how hard it was to hold back? All those times you bent over for me like the good girl you are...", he said between harsh grunts.

It wasn't long before he increased the pace, moving your hips against his with each thrust, until the room was filled only with your desperate moans, his gasps, and the filthy sound of skin slapping together. The squelching of your swollen cunt, mixed with your desperate, tearful pleas:

"Please, it's too.. too much, Bin..."

The filthy, wet clap of his skin against yours rises, echoing in the empty lockroom and definitely also outside at the gym. The snapping of his hips became more violent and his balls slapped against your clit with each time, making your head completely foggy.

"Gotta stretch every part of you after the workout, doll."

The vertiginous heat reaches its high and bliss overwhelmed you as you were on the edge.

"Say my name slut!"

His words made you fall apart even more. He was completely addicted to you while you moaned his name in the most beautiful melody he had ever heard. His fingernails dug into the soft skin of your ass as he fucked you without mercy against the locker, which creaked loudly with each thrust.

Your whole upper body was by now pressed firmly against the wood and your nipples were hard from rubbing against the door.

Pornographic sounds came from you and you moaned his name like a mantra that brought you to your climax. Your lids fluttered. Your back flexed, as stuttered sobs ripped themselves from your throat when you finally came.

As your walls tightened around Changbin, he grunted:

„I think I have to break my promise. I'm going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow!", while hitting all the sensitive spots that made you a mess.

"Don't stop, Binnie! Please come inside me!"

Even though you were already ruined, you wanted him to come inside you.

"You're so good for me, doll. So good", he sighed.

Your words motivated him to go harder inside you, pushing so deep it almost felt uncomfortable. Your suddenly tightened around him again and your orgasm gripped you again, making you gasp loudly as you saw stars behind your closed eyes.

But he didn't stop thrusting into you and overstimulating your sensitive pussy. However his thrusts were getting sloppier, his cock twitching inside you.

He was too distracted by your sore pussy and how it looked wrapped around his throbbing cock to pull out, filling you up with cum.

The thrusts stopped but he was still inside you. His musky scent surrounding you. You grew dizzier and couldn't hear him trough the thick fog in your head. Your thoughts are mush by now, your words nonsense and he too was completely lost.

Breathing heavily, he rested his chin on your shoulder and your bodies stuck together as sweaty as they had not been during the workout.

Protectively, he put his arms around your body, turned you to face him, and brushed your hair out of your face.

"Sorry, baby. I lost myself a little."

The fog slowly cleared, but all you could do was fall exhausted against his chest. Like a precious piece of jewelry, he held you close and caressed your forehead, your nose, your whole face with his lips. You weren't sure if you would ever be able to walk again, but you were lost in drunkenness anyway.

"Come on. Let me get you in the shower and take care of you."

His voice was velvet on your soul and he lifted you up with ease. He carried you into the shower of the gym and lowered you there. Slowly the strength returned to your shaky legs, but he insisted on soaping your hair and helping you cleaning yourself up.

Under the warm stream of water, he massaged your scalp, rinsed your hair, and spread the shower gel over your body with soft touches.

"Binnie?"

Questioningly, he looked at you as you said something for the first time again. His faithful eyes examined your tired face with such care that your heart beat faster.

"Huh?"

"Are you my personal trainer now?"

An amused smile was on your lips and he washed the soap off your shoulders with a chuckle.

"If that's what you want, I'd love to."

"Will training always be like today then?"

"I hope so."

The corners of his mouth lifted and he stroked his fingers along your jawline, up to your temple, like he's tracing the contours of a portrait.

While you were enveloped in steam and the fresh smell of lemon and wood of his shower gel, you put your hands to his chest and kissed him.

It was a sweet, almost innocent kiss. Like the first kiss you had with your crush as a teenager. His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you closer.

You felt safe, secure and wanted. It was a comforting feeling and finally you had found the word that described how the boys made you feel:

Like home.

->Part 11

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charlesslut16 · 1 year

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hii, could you do one with YN having curly hair and Carlos being obsessed with her hair and she doesn't normally like when people touch it but she just let's him?

ps.: sorry if I wrote something incorrectly, english isn't my first language

- love your work 💜

-only you can touch my hair-

summary : carlos is the only one, who can touch your hair.

PAIRING : carlos sainz x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none.

note : i hope you like it eve if it a little short.

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Since you were a little girl, you had always long, thick curtly hair. This still remains till today. You loved your hair, you took great care of it, to make sure that it wouldn't get damaged.

And because you loved your hair so much, you would never let anyone touch it. Your mother, father, siblings, friends, no one was allowed to touch your precious curly hair.

Until Carlos came into the picture. He loved your hair, the same way you loved it. He was literally obsessed with your hair. Carlos always wanted to touch it, since it felt like silk.

In the beginning of your relationship, you were reluctant, to let carlos touch your hair. You always told him, that if he touched your hair, it would get greasy and carlos always accepted it.

But after some time, he really wanted to touch it. It may sound really weird, but he loved your hair. The way it fell down your shoulders and how it shone in the light.

Carlos also wanted to comfort you with it. When you were sad, carlos wanted to stoke your head to calm you down or to relax yourself. But he always held back, as he knew how much it meant to you.

But now the hair situation changed. You still hated it if someone touched your hair, but when carlos touched it you were okay with it, which made carlos very happy.

So to say this, you hated if someone else than Carlos touched your beautiful curly hair.

Both of you were in your shared bedroom. Carlos sat on the bed, while you were doing your hair and make - up. In the middle of your makeup routine, carlos came up to you and gave you a kiss on your head.

"How long is this going to take? Can I go to the shower before you need help?" Carlos asked you and weaved his large hand through the curly mess on your head.

"Maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, you can shower, Querido." Carlos nodded, gave you a kiss on your hairline and walked to the bathroom to shower, as you were invited to a birthday. Beloved

But before he showered, carlos walked back into the room and roomed through your shared closet to find the fitting clothes for the birthday of your friend.

After carlos showered, he walked into the bedroom again, now fitted in white jeans and a blue shirt. Carlos saw that you were finished with your hair and that you just needed to spray setting spray on.

He took the bottle out of your hand and sprayed it on your hair. He took it into his hand, so that the spray could get everywhere. As he was finished, you stood up and looked at him.

"Te he dicho que tu cabello se ve excelente, mi amada niña?" Did I tell you that your hair looks great, my beloved girl?

"Tal vez una o dos veces, mi hombre guapo." You said with a teasing smile on your face. You laid your hand on his broad chest, and he pulled you closer. Maybe once, or twice, my handsome man.

"Well, your hair looks absolutely perfect, my dear."

"Thank you. Are you finished, so we can go, we will be late if we do not go now."

"I'm finished." Carlos answered and you gave him a short nod. You wanted to take your bag, but carlos was faster and snatched it away from you. His motto was that he would carry everything for you.

You just shook your head and walked to the front door and putted your high heels on that fitted your dress perfectly. And seconds later, Carlos came down to put his shoes on.

Finished, you walked out of the door to carlos Ferrari, that was parked in front of the garage. He opened the passenger door for you and then closed it to walk to his side.

As he was in, he gave you your bag and started the motor, so you could drive. But before you drove, he gave putted your hair behind your ear and gave you a long kiss.

Then he drove to your destination, opened the door gentlemanlike for you, and you walked with your hands intertwined to the front door and carlos rang the bell.

Your friend opened the door and hugged you immediately, just as she wanted to stroke your hair, while you hugged, but you retreated back to carlos, and he told he that you didn't like to get your hair touched.

She understood and walked you to the table, who the people greeted you both. You sat down on the chair and leaned your side on carlos, who laid his hand on your shoulder.

The people at the table asked about your hair, what products you used and if they could touch your hair, but you always denied them and told them that you didn't like it.

As the people were engaged in their conversations, you looked at carlos with pleading eyes, and he instantly understood what you wanted. Carlos leaned down and gave you a kiss.

While you kissed, Carlos weaved his hand through your hair, curled his finger around your hair and stroked your hair. Carlos is and always will be the only one who can touch your hair.

"Have I told you that you have very beautiful hair, my princess?"

"Yes, my dear. Yes, you did"

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violetsaffron5 · 1 year

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Beautiful Disaster (7)

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↳ 7 | No One Else

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Satoru takes you out for a conversation and dancing

words: 4.2k

cw: jealously, arguing, gojo being an ass

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“What the fuck, Suguru?”

“Sorry, man. Thought she’d be gone before you got up.”

Satoru clicks his tongue, watching as Suguru shrugs before leaning against the counter and taking a bite of his toast.

It’s silent for a few moments before Satoru finally asks, “And she’s just in your sweatshirt because…?”

“We were up all night, she needed something to wear this morning.”

Suguru’s nonchalant attitude is pissing Satoru off even more. If there was one person who knew what Satoru’s thinking, and feeling, it is him.

And you - you know they’re best friends and still chose to come over, flirt with Suguru in front of him, and stay the night.

Satoru is seeing red and has a flurry of emotions running through his body right now that he’s not going to bother trying to sort out because fuck that.

While Satoru and Suguru were busy talking, you made your way back upstairs to Suguru’s room, which is the total opposite of Satoru’s - clean and organized.

Everything has its place rather than strewn around recklessly. Even the books on his bookshelf are arranged in alphabetical order.

After changing back into your clothes from the day before, you make your way back down the steps to leave, hoping to avoid an awkward interaction with Satoru.

You know what he must think. That you’ve distanced yourself from him only to hook up with his best friend.

But that’s not the case. You were hard at work on your diorama when Satoru left for his date, after making a show of it in front of you. When you and Suguru completed it, you wanted to relax while working on the research paper.

Suguru suggested moving up to his room, where he has a yoga mat and pillow in one corner set up for relaxing, along with a peppermint candle to help with focusing.

The two of you worked on that in his room for several hours until you fell asleep on his bed, and when you woke up this morning, Suguru was on the couch.

There was a small part of you that hoped Satoru would see you, and sure, be a little jealous.

But as soon as you saw his face when he walked into the kitchen those hopes immediately vanished and were replaced by an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach.

When you come down the stairs, Satoru is leaning against the wall by the front door, the little round circular sunglasses you’ve seen him sport several times covering his eyes, and he’s changed too. Now in a black fitted tee with dark jeans.

“We’re going out.” He says coldly, opening the door as you look back at Suguru who just shrugs with an amused little smile.

“Okay… Can I go back to my room and change first?”

“Nope.”

The tall gangly bastard is walking out the door before you have a chance to argue about wanting to put on different clothes before going out.

You have half a mind to disregard him, walk back to your dorm, and go back to ignoring him. But the expression on his face, as he opens his passenger door and waits for you to get in tells you that maybe right now isn’t the time to do that.

The car ride is awkward and tense. Neither of you says anything as he speeds down the road, passing several cars in front of him before pulling into the parking lot of a local restaurant.

The place is nicer than you expected, and more intimate as well. Dim, yellow lighting and soft murmurs from other patrons, and clattering of plates and silverware fill the space as the two of you are seated at a small table for two.

You’re not sure what to say because you’re not entirely sure why he’s brought you here. The air is thick as you awkwardly look around the restaurant and watch the servers bring out food to the other guests.

“Pretty fucked up that you hooked up with Suguru.” Satoru finally says, breaking the silence between you, taking off his sunglasses and setting them on the table.

You purse your lips before sighing, “You’re the one who didn’t want to be exclusive.”

“Could have been with anyone, but fucking my best friend, really?”

“Ok, well, first of all, we didn’t sleep together and-”

“Hard to believe when you two were blatantly flirting in front of me.” Satoru seethes.

You stare at him shocked with wide eyes, “Satoru, we were working on our project, not flirting!”

“You know what I think? You ran off to Suguru, who just happens to look like your ex because you were jealous I went out on a date.”

Your brows are knitted, heart beating rapidly, wondering how the hell Satoru even found out that you have an ex, let alone what he looks like.

You scoff in disbelief before sucking on your teeth, “We’re not even together, it shouldn’t matter to you what I do.”

“Well, maybe we should be,” Satoru visibly relaxes, stern expression softening, a little fear in his eyes, “exclusive, I mean.”

You search his face looking for any sign of insincerity in what he just said but you don’t find anything, just a burning passion and maybe a little fear.

Your heart skips a beat, and there’s a smile threatening to break the stern expression you’re trying to maintain. There’s still a part of you that needs to know if he’s actually serious or if he’s just telling you what you want to hear.

“What’s changed? Why do you want to try now?”

Because when he sees you, and you smile at him, he can’t help but smile back. When you look at him, it feels like sunshine and sunflowers and warmth on a summer day, but instead of saying any of that cheesy shit he says,

“Because I’d probably beat the fuck out of whoever you try to get with.”

“God, that’s so… unhinged and scary.” Your brows are upturned and a chill runs down your spine, directly to the apex of your thighs at his words to your dismay.

He reaches across the table with his long arms, grabbing your hands so he can thread his fingers through yours before sighing, “I’m serious. I… want to give this a real shot. Might as well try right?”

“You know, when you say shit like that, it makes you seem so unserious.”

He just laughs, watching you while clenching his jaw waiting for an answer, “Fuck, fine, okay, we’ll try.”

You’re not sure how much you believe him, if he’s capable of being serious in a relationship, or if he’ll get bored and go back to what he was doing within a few weeks.

You know it’ll probably end spectacularly bad, but maybe, just maybe, he’ll surprise you.

November 2011

Since making things official with Satoru you’ve learned he’s a bit more aloof to relationships than you originally thought. It’s not totally surprising, and you had expected a bit of it, but it hasn’t stopped certain things from being incredibly annoying.

In the few weeks you’ve been together several girls have come by his place, stopped him on campus, and messaged him asking when they’d be going out next.

Satoru denies them, but he still looks at them just a little too long and smiles a little too widely at them for your liking.

And you glare at the women who come around asking for a good time, especially when he’s wearing his dark little sunglasses and you can’t see his eyes to tell how he’s looking at them.

With the way they glare back, scoff in your direction, and are ignored in group conversations, it feels like you’re the pariah of the female population on campus, but it’s not as bothersome as they probably think.

You have found yourself getting jealous at the amount of time Satoru has had to spend replying to messages and cutting off his usuals - they’re like gnats to a plant that just won’t go away no matter how hard you try.

But aside from that annoyance, Satoru’s a shockingly decent boyfriend. He likes to buy you things and show you off. Loves having an arm around your shoulders or waist, holding you close.

Just loves to touch you in general, loves to say the dirtiest things he can think of in your ear to rile you up and fuck your brains out every night he has the chance.

You tell him he has the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen, and he says your eyes are prettier, especially when he makes them roll to the back of your head in pleasure.

Your relationship is very physical right now, Satoru’s insatiable, you’ve learned. He likes to be between your legs, and really likes when you’re riding him like your life depends on it.

But even then, it doesn’t stop you from learning new things about each other.

He’s so smart and so playful - you already knew that, but not to this extent. He thinks outside the box in amazing ways, it’s incredibly fascinating listening to him talk about his ideas whether for class or social issues.

None of your conversations have been too deep, or too personal. Neither opting to share much about your home lives, but that’s okay.

You’re trying to live in the now, with him, while it lasts.

There’s always a nagging thought in the back of your mind that he’ll get bored, break up with you, and go back to his old habits. What he’s comfortable with.

Primarily to Mei, who has been the biggest thorn in your side.

Always hanging around, always needing help with school work even though you know she doesn’t.

He just says they’re friends and she’s around a lot because of the shared friend groups, but it doesn’t stop you from sitting a little closer to Satoru, holding his hand and laying your head against his shoulder any time she’s around.

You’re trying not to think about any of that too much right now since you, Shoko, and Utahime successfully dragged Satoru and Suguru out to the clubs with you.

All of you spent the evening getting ready at Satoru’s place, listening to music, doing your hair and makeup, and pregaming.

After getting ready, you went up to Satoru’s room to slip into a small black dress that barely reaches the middle of your thighs and heels that make your legs and ass look great, but you barely made it back out.

As soon as Satoru saw you, he grinned and told you how great you look as he pushed you against the cool wall of his bedroom, kissing your neck.

“Satoru, you’re going to mess up my makeup.” You scold.

“Good,” his voice is rough, thick, and laced with lust as he playfully nips your ear, “wanna ruin this dress too.”

He slips his hand up your thighs easily, moving your panties to the side to run his fingers through your already slippery folds while you gasp, letting out a shuttering breath.

“I want to go out,” you whine as he presses his body against yours. As much as you would love to stay, let him ruin your hair, makeup, dress, and even life, you want to go out. It’ll be the first time you guys have gone out with friends as a couple, rather than one on one.

Satoru groans before taking a deep breath, moving your panties back in place, giving you space to breathe again before obscenely licking his fingers clean of your arousal with a Cheshire grin.

“You’re gross,” you scrunch your nose before adjusting your hair and dress, opening the door to his bedroom again.

“Mhm,” he hums happily, smacking your ass, causing you to squeal before leading you down the stairs to his car.

Now he’s grinding his hips against your ass to the beat of the song that’s blasting in the club, red, blue, and green lights flashing around in a kaleidoscope of colors.

You’ve been here for a while now, hot and sweaty from all the bodies melded together on the dance floor, plenty of drinks from pregaming and from the bar running through your veins.

Satoru nuzzles into your hair before placing several small kisses on your neck, his cologne is expensive and intoxicating as you lean your head back onto his shoulder, breath hitching when he kisses a tender spot just below your ear.

He wraps a hand around your throat, holding you close while you moan so sweet and pretty into his ear, the other splayed on your stomach, pulling you further into him so you can feel his hard length pressed into your back.

With the way Satoru moves his hips while fucking into you, it’s really no surprise he knows how to dance too, even though he said he prefers not to.

What’s more impressive is the fact that he’s also able to lead your body to dance alongside his when the song switches to another with a faster tempo. All the while his hand is moving slowly down your sides to the hem of your dress, before sliding up your bare thigh, grazing his thumb over your panties.

Your skin heats immediately, a jolt of electricity running straight to the apex of your thighs before you move his hand away, threading your other into his hair, adjusting so he’ll kiss your lips as you continue grinding into one another.

Satoru continues a few more times, slipping his hand under your dress and panties until you pull away, pinching your eyebrows together, “Satoru, what the fuck?”

“What’s the problem?” He asks as you maneuver your way through the crowd to get to the bar.

“You’re basically trying to fuck on the dance floor!”

“Okay… what’s the problem with that?” He asks confused, pointing out to the sea of dancers, “We’d be far from the only ones.”

“Because I’m not into that?” You narrow your eyes at Satoru before leaning against the counter, waiting on the bartender. “Why does there have to be a reason other than I don’t want to?”

He rolls his eyes, “Didn’t stop you from fucking on the beach or us hooking up at parties.”

“We were alone on the beach and all we do is make out at parties in front of people. Big difference from being fingered in front of like, a billion people.”

“Okay, well I’m just trying to have a good time.”

His words sting; you stare at him for a moment chewing on the side of your cheek, “So, going out together, with our friends… that isn’t a good enough time for you?”

Satoru scoffs out an annoyed “whatever,” walking away. You close your eyes and huff before turning to the bartender and ordering a cocktail. While you wait for your drink, you lean your back against the counter and look around for your friends.

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips when you spot Utahime and Shoko dancing together. They both look like they’re having a great time, all smiles and laughs in their slip dresses, Utahime grinding into Shoko.

“Hey girl, did you fall from heaven?”

You furrow your brows, turning to the man who came to stand next to you, laughing a little at his dumb pickup line while grabbing your drink from the counter, “Um, no, I didn’t actually.”

He gives a charming smile, the corners of his dark eyes crinkling, “could’ve fooled me. I’m Kei.”

You bite your lip and shake your head with a soft smile before introducing yourself. He asks if you came with friends and makes small talk about them when you point out to Shoko and Utahime dancing, spotting Suguru with a dance partner of his own.

“Mm. Let me get you another drink,” Kei offers, “I’m getting a toothache from how sweet you are, you know?”

You nod awkwardly, blinking at his lame jokes a few times before taking a deep breath, looking around the club, “You know I have a boy…friend.”

Your sentence trails off, lips parted, eyebrows raised when you spot Satoru dancing with another woman. His hands are on her waist, her hands are on his while she grinds into him.

“You sure about that?” Kei asks, looking in the same direction as you when he notices your expression.

You’re less sure about it now, heart sinking, feeling a lump in your throat watching as Satoru unmistakably moves his hips in time with a very enthusiastic person who isn’t you.

Satoru looks up but when your eyes connect you look down and away, heart beating rapidly in your chest trying to figure out if the fight you had was him ending things when he walked away or not.

“Yeah… yeah,” you lie, because there’s no way you’re going to tell this stranger using cheesy pickup lines on you about your tiny argument, “he’s just dancing- anyway, what were we talking about?”

He grins again, with more teeth than before, “I was just getting you this drink,” Kei says as he hands you a glass, letting the tips of his fingers graze lightly over yours. You smile and thank him while tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear.

There’s a hand at your waist, pulling you into a hard body while another grabs the drink you just accepted from your hands before you’re able to take a sip.

“Ready to go, babe?” Satoru’s tone is clipped with annoyance as he places the glass back on the bar, sliding it towards Kei.

“Nope,” you pop the last syllable, “I’m talking to my new friend.”

His grip around your waist tightens, “do you even know who your new friend is?”

“I’m Kei,” the man next to you says, extending a hand out to Satoru who looks like he’d much rather rip it off.

“I know who you are. Kicked your ass in a fight last year, and I’m more than happy to do it again.”

“Satoru!” You scold, looking up at him with an appalled expression.

Kei laughs awkwardly, looking between the two of you before pursing his lips, nodding his head in your direction, and leaving.

“Ready to go now?” Satoru snaps as you roll your eyes, grabbing your phone to send a text to your friends letting them know where you went. You would go to them and hug them goodbye but you don’t want your newfound sour mood to spoil their night.

The ride back to Satoru’s place is quiet, and tense from your end. He seems perfectly content with his actions, but your heart still feels heavy, seeing how easily Satoru was able to find someone to replace you with.

“So, what do you wanna do?” Satoru asks curiously when the two of you go up to his room, closing the door behind him.

You sigh, grabbing one of his shirts to sleep in before running your hands down your face, walking into the bathroom, “I just… want to go to bed. I’m tired.”

You take your time, removing your makeup and getting ready for bed, all the while contemplating your night with Satoru. Something you were looking forward to was ruined because of a stupid argument.

You decided that right now, it’s probably best to just get some sleep, see how you feel in the morning, and talk to Satoru about things then. Maybe you’ll feel better about the things that were said, and seeing him dance with someone else. You are tired after all.

When you come out of the restroom, he’s changed into a pair of grey sweatpants that hang low on his waist, showing off his perfect abdominals. You don’t say much, just climb into his bed and he follows suit, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you in closer to him when you don’t scoot in closer to him yourself.

You lay with your eyes open for a while, listening to his breathing before whispering, “You’re an asshole.”

He chuckles before nuzzling his face into the back of your neck, feeling the warmth from his body envelop you, “I’ve been called worse.”

The two of you lay in silence for a while, eyelids growing heavier and heavier, and as soon as Satoru begins playing with your hair out of boredom, you’re asleep within seconds.

When your eyes flutter open they're heavy, blurry and Satoru’s room is still dark, but you’re cold. The blankets you had gone to sleep under and strewn across the bed and Satoru’s warmth is gone, because he’s not in bed next to you.

You rub your eyes, getting the little bits of sleep out of the corner as you stand and stretch, looking around his room to find it totally empty, including the bathroom.

When you open the door to his room, you can hear music and buzz from conversations being had in the living room.

Curiously, you make your way to the steps and slowly make your way down a few before you spot Satoru’s head of white hair leaning back on the couch, long legs spread out wide in front of him, one hand in his lap.

He’s laughing, talking to someone, and when you take another step down, you see his other arm draped around the back of the couch with Mei, leaning in so close she may as well have her head resting on his shoulder.

Your eyes flicker between the two of them, heart plummeting to the floor when Mei looks up and notices you, sharp eyes narrowing in satisfaction with a salacious smirk as she moves closer to Satoru who doesn’t stop her.

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes and you swallow hard before turning back around, going back into Satoru’s room and quietly closing the door.

There’s a fine line to be danced when seeing something like this. You’re not really interested in running down the stairs and causing a scene; not after your argument and watching Satoru literally run off and dance with someone else, only to find him cuddled next to his ex-girlfriend later in the evening.

Instead, you quietly take the bag you packed to stay for the weekend and search around his room, grabbing the clothes that have been thrown around while getting ready to go out. When you walk into the bathroom to grab your toiletries, you hear his bedroom door open and close.

“What are you doing?” Satoru raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down when you step back into his room.

“You’re fucking unbelievable.”

“I mean, I like to think so too,” he smiles widely as he sits on the bed, grabbing your hand to stop you from throwing things into your bag.

You really don’t want to look at him, his big blue beautiful eyes. It hurts too much to think there’s a possibility of him lying to you, still seeing other women - Mei - and you’ve just been too oblivious to see it.

“Is there anything still going on with Mei?” You blurt out without really thinking about it, you close your eyes, running your free hand across your face, “Just… tell me now because I would rather not be made a fool of again.”

“No? We’re just friends. We’ve already talked about this.”

You yank your hand out of his grasp, “Right. And I’m just supposed to believe that after seeing you two cuddled together downstairs?”

“You’re mad at me? After I caught you flirting with another guy earlier?”

“You are such a hypocrite you know that?” You roll your eyes, grabbing the zipper to your bag and closing it, “I was just making conversation while you were trying to fuck someone else on the dance floor because I wouldn’t!”

He scoffs, folding his arms over his chest, “And now you’re accusing me of cheating!”

“What else am I supposed to think, Satoru? You run off and dance with someone else and then we come home and you leave me in your room for Mei, again.”

“I’m sorry, okay! I just- fuck!” Satoru stands, running his hands in his hair before pulling on the roots a little, “I’m sorry I’m shitty at being a boyfriend, just… please don’t leave.”

He grabs your shoulders and pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You give an indignant huff, his cologne invading your senses until you slowly wrap your arms around his waist.

“I’m sorry for being a dick at the club and I wasn’t tired when we got back, so when you fell asleep I went to talk with Suguru. Manami and Mei were already over, I didn’t think anything of it.”

“I don’t like her, Satoru,” your voice is muffled in his chest.”

“I know. But I promise nothing is going on with her,” he places two fingers under your chin, turning your attention up to him, “You're the only girl I want.”

You roll your eyes, trying to bite back the smile threatening to spread across your cheeks before he leans down and places a tender kiss on your lips, easing your worries.

Satoru has been putting in a lot of effort to show he cares for you, and making a new norm for himself within your relationship. You’ve only been together a few weeks.

It’s only fair to give him more time.

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thestruidora · 2 years

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Sweetheart

Supernatural Fanfiction

Rating: Explicit

WARNINGS: This story will contain but it’ll not be limited to explicit 18+ content including Yandere, Borderline Personality Disorder, Stalker, Possessive Behavior, Romance, Angst, Angst, Fluff and Smut, Rape/Non-con Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Therapy, Miscommunication, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Obsessive Behavior, Smut, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink

Category: F/M

Pairings: Dean Winchester/You, Dean Winchester/Reader

Summary: Dean has borderline personality disorder and the reader is his favorite person.

Author’s notes: Yes, I'm still alive. You go on and pay that bet now.

Chapter Two

Two of Cups

“The Two of Cups is about two people working together. It reflects an energy of mutual feeling and support, and reminds you that there is love in your life, whether you see it or not.”

“Alright, I’m heading out!” He announced, right after attaching the leash to Thor’s collar, already moving towards the front door of the house.

“Wait, hold on.” Lisa’s voice sounded from the kitchen, stopping Dean in his tracks. He let out a sigh, feeling impatient.

The brunette walked into the foyer, visibly surprised by the sight in front of her. Her fiancee had left for work early that morning, leaving her with a kiss on the forehead and a soft pat on the head. By the time he came back home, she was barely able to greet him as he moved into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and changed clothes. Now, without so much as a word, he was about to leave once more, one hand on their family dog’s leash and the other holding his keychain.

“Babe, you’re gonna take Thor for a walk? You just got home.” She looked at the clock on the wall, 2 p.m., he didn’t usually return home at this hour. “You left work early?” It sounded like a question. It wasn’t.

“Yeah, there was a problem down at the plant, one of the guys got hurt and we had to shut everything down so…” He explained, body still turned halfway towards the door.

“Oh, is he going to be ok?” Lisa asked, not a hint of true concern on her face.

“Probably gonna need a couple stitches, it wasn’t that bad. But you know, with all the safety measures and everything, we had to stop for the day.” He said, smoothly, without any uncertainty, looking her in the eye. Dean had always been a good liar. “So when I got home I just thought I might go on a little walk with Thor, get it out of the way for the day.”

They both glanced down at the dog, sitting there with his tongue out and his tail sweeping the floor, clearly excited by the idea of going out for a stroll. There was a certain tension in the air when they looked back up at each other, the way Lisa’s eyebrows formed into a subtle frown giving it away. Dean put his keys in his pocket and tapped on the fabric of his jeans, almost itching to move. He just wanted to be able to go already. A silence fell in between them for a long couple of seconds, but it felt longer than that. When he couldn't handle it anymore, he broke it.

“Anyway, I’ll be back in a little bit, ok?” It sounded like a question. It wasn’t.

His body turned all the way towards the door, hand reaching for the knob.

“Maybe it was, actually.” He completely stopped moving when he heard her say it, craning his neck to see her, an unpleasant expression staring back at him.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“Maybe it actually was that bad, the accident your colleague had today, you just didn’t take the time to notice.” She replied, matter-of-factly, voice calm and even. Dean easily understood the underlining meaning of her words and she knew. She knew that he was aware of her unhappiness and she of his, but neither of them did anything, just patiently waiting for the other to make a move. The fact that she knew that broke her heart and it made her eyes burn, it made her want to scream. “Have a good walk with Thor, babe.” She said instead.

All he could do in return was give her a quick nod and a tight smile before finally opening the door and exiting the house, Thor following close behind.

Dean wished he had it in him to spend the short path to the dog park thinking about Lisa and their lives together. Think about how he used to love watching her sleep and now the minute his head hits the pillow at night he turns his back to her. About how he used to enjoy their long talks during breakfast and dinner and now he dreads the mealtimes they do share, because he sure avoids them when he can help it. About the way her touch doesn’t quite fit anymore and the way her voice hits his ears with a grating tone that he could swear wasn’t there before.

Did he change or was it her? Did they both simply fall out of love?

Because he can tell by the way she looks at him sometimes, when she thinks he’s not paying attention. It’s like she hates him. Resents him somehow. He never did ask why and probably never will, but he doesn't need to, there’s no point. He knows why.

He’s never going to be the perfect husband and father she wants him to be. He’s never going to stop waking up in the middle of the night because of the nightmares. He’s never going to not feel guilty for being with her, choosing her, instead of being out there searching for a way to bring his brother back.

He tries though, he really does.

Sure, there’s a gun perpetually under his pillow, holy water under the bed, and a silver blade in the top drawer of the nightstand. But that’s just the bedroom. Imagine if she knew what he keeps in the garage. But she doesn't wanna know, doesn’t want to think about it. So he doesn’t tell her and she doesn’t ask. Isn’t that a good compromise?

He has virtually erased his whole past life to be with her, started out brand-spanking new. He gave up on hunting, completely. But every guy needs a hobby. So he’s been going out to the dog park a few more times than usual in the past few weeks, so what? What’s wrong with that? He likes the fresh air and the sound of the kids laughing, even the barks are kind of nice. It’s overall a very wholesome environment. Then there’s Y/N. The beautiful, charming, and captivating lady that he gets to see every time he’s there.

Did he ever even mention having met you to Lisa? Mention you at all? No, but there’s nothing wrong with that. Absolutely nothing. He’s sure that Lisa has friends that she has never spoken about to him either. And that’s fine. That’s healthy.

Because that is what Y/N is to him, a friend. Since the day they got acquainted a few weeks prior they have continued to meet at noon, sometimes a little early, sometimes a little later, whenever you would make clear you would be walking your friend’s dog as a favor while they’re on a trip. You’re kind like that, considerate. Easy to talk to, a good listener. Dean really enjoys your company and he thinks the sentiment is reciprocated.

And that’s what he thinks about the whole way over, you, he wishes he didn’t but he did and will quite certainly do again in the days that’ll follow because he’s not going to stop coming to the park if it means he gets to see you.

It’s just that being near you feels so right, simple . And sometimes it’s hard to not, you know, compare.

“Hi, Dean!” He hears Y/N’s voice and it washes all other thoughts away. You’re there, sitting on the usual bench, sun beaming down on you. You have that pretty smile on your lips while you watch him approach. “And hello to you too, Thor.” You say to the German Shepherd that completely ignores you in favor of jumping on Loki, he and the Husky immediately falling into an enthusiastic match of play-fighting, clearly happy to see each other.

“Hey.” Dean kneels down to remove the leash from Thor’s collar, looking up at you in your sitting position, stealing the quickest glance at your thighs, skin exposed in your summer dress. “How are you?”

“I’m good, a little tired from work. You?” He starts wrapping the leash in his hand, moving to sit next to you, just close enough that your knees touch, but you don’t seem to notice, or maybe you just don’t mind.

“I’m okay, actually a little tired from being at home instead of work.” The words just flow out of his mouth before he can filter them, which is so not like him.

At least it's not when he's with anyone else.

“Want to talk about it?” He knows you’d listen, really listen, without judgment. But he doesn’t feel like unpacking whatever is happening between him and Lisa, he would rather be here in this moment, with you.

“You just said you’re tired from work but here you are trying to listen to my problems.” He brushes it off, changing the subject, and this time he can tell you did notice, but doesn’t mind.

“Well, what can I say? You can take a girl out of the therapist’s office but you can’t take the therapist out of the girl.” You said, nonchalantly. There was a beat of silence before you both started to laugh.

“Did you just make that up?” Dean smiled, leaning towards you.

“Yep.” You nodded, dimples appearing.

“Cause you made it sound like it was a saying.” He teased.

“Yeah, but it’s definitely not.” You admit, and he appreciates the way you don’t take yourself too seriously. “There’s not a lot of sayings about psychologists, you know.”

“My family has one: don’t go to them.” He replies, still smiling.

“Really? No one in your family has ever seen a therapist?” Y/N sounds a little shocked, which makes him want to laugh again, thinking about what you’d say if you only knew the half of it.

“No, we were raised with that midwestern, salt of the earth, just rub some dirt on it kind of attitude.” He said it like it was no big deal, but it was clear that you didn’t think the same way by your response.

“Dean, talking to someone about your thoughts and feelings is nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. It can be… Very healing.”

“Well, ‘course you think that, it’s your job.” Dean’s comeback came quickly.

It wasn’t that he hated therapists or was against them or anything, he just didn’t think it was for him. He couldn't trust some random stranger with the ins and outs of his life, plus he knew it just wouldn't work for him, the whole ‘healing’ thing. He was too far gone for that.

He remembered being a little taken aback when you mentioned your job, didn’t like the idea of talking to someone who’s constantly psychoanalyzing him, except he never felt that you had done that. Quite the opposite, you hadn’t ever compelled him to open up any more than what he was comfortable with. Problem is, he’s always comfortable talking to you. You’re so easy to be near and it feels as if there’s never any judgment being passed.

So his first impression of your career was quickly shattered, but that hasn’t stopped him from picturing you from time to time, sitting behind a desk with your legs crossed and a pointed look, a thin-framed pair of glasses resting low on the bridge of your nose while you jot something down in your little notepad. Maybe he got that visual from porn, but it’s not like he has much else to reference from.

“I’m not saying you should be my patient, that wouldn't even be ethical, we’re friends.” You say it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and he feels a pang in his chest.

He did think of you as a friend in his own head, but to hear you say it out loud burst some sort of unstated bubble that had formed between the two of you.

He had never spoken about Lisa to you, had only mentioned Ben a couple of times in passing and you never pressed him on for more. Did you know he had a family and was practically married? Was it obvious? And even if he didn’t would you care? Would you see him as anything more than a ‘friend’ if he wasn’t already in a relationship or that thought hadn’t even crossed your mind?

Did you find him attractive at all? Most girls do, are you different?

And if you ever made a move, if you ever touched more than the top of his hand or the side of his shoulder in that completely oblivious way, if you ever made it known to him that you had an interest; what would he do? Did you know? Does he? Because he can’t even decide for himself. Would he give up on everything he has now to be with you?

“What are you thinking about?” Your index finger tapped the middle of his forehead in a playful motion and he came back from his pondering, watching you swiftly remove your hand from his personal space as if it had never been there.

“Huh?” It was all he could say, trying to swim out of the stream of hypotheses that had been racing in his brain.

“You were very deep in thought, were you considering getting a therapist perchance?” You smiled like you already knew what he’d say.

“Oh, hell no.” He was quick to answer, shaking his head and regaining his focus.

“Cause you think psychology is a bunch of bullshit?”

“No, I used to think that.”

“Oh, you used to think that? But now you changed your mind?” You smiled openly, and it felt like the two of you had known each other for years, falling into a lighthearted banter just like that.

“Well, you wouldn't waste so much time of your life dedicating yourself to bullshit, you’re too smart for that.” Now it was his turn to state something as if it was obvious.

“Thanks.” You laughed then, taking the compliment. “But listen, I really should get going, I have to go meet with my landlord, again.”

“Seriously? I just got here.” Dean said with feigned annoyance, not wanting you to know that he was, in fact, annoyed at your departure.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to talk to him, he’s gotta fix my apartment’s heating, I’ve been asking him to for weeks and he comes over, messes with it for a little bit, and then the second he leaves it gets cold again.” Dean’s brows furrowed in confusion at your words.

“Cold? We’re in the middle of June.”

“I know! It’s the craziest thing, I’ll be walking around and all of the sudden it gets freezing cold, like, I can see my own breath.” You explained, miming an invisible fog out of your lips with your hands.

“That is weird.” Dean said slowly, processing what he was being told.

The Winchester’s thoughts were going a thousand miles per minute. It couldn't be what he was thinking, it would be too much of a coincidence. What were the chances that the girl he had met only a couple of weeks prior was being haunted? What if that was the reason he had met her in the first place? To save her.

“And does it usually happen at a certain time of the day or just whenever?” A wave of realization washed over your features as he asked, as though you had just remembered something important.

“It’s funny you said that, it actually does only happen at night and only when I’m alone.” Your response made a shiver run down his spine. “My sister came over the other day and it was totally fine, but then when it’s just me it happens again, it’s like my heater is possessed or something.” You had no clue how on the mark you were with that one.

“No way.”

Dean had quit hunting, he was out. He promised his brother that much, he promised Lisa. But there you were, right in front of him, clearly in dire need of his help. He just couldn't let anything happen to you, not on his watch. It wouldn't be right.

“And I haven’t even mentioned the rodent situation.” You called Loki over from where he and Thor were playing in the grass a little further away from the bench the two of you had been sitting in. The big dog came over in an instant, his other furry friend literally on his tail.

“You have a rodent situation as well?” He was so invested now.

“Oh, yeah, I’m a very lucky gal, Dean.” Your hands made quick work of putting the leash back on Loki’s collar, preparing to leave.

“How do you know you have it? Have you seen them?” Dean reached for your arm to stop you from getting up, a quiet desperation brewing underneath the surface, but you, silly you, didn’t pay enough attention to realize.

“No, but they’re all up in my walls, I can hear them scratching at night and I’m deadly afraid of mice so it’s just awful.” He was looking you right in the eyes as you said it, examining every inch of your innocent face, suddenly very aware of your vulnerability. You were just so frail, so fragile.

“I can imagine.” His voice was low, he didn’t want to let go of your arm.

There was a ghost in your apartment and you were in imminent danger. He had to do something, find an inconspicuous way to work the case. Wait, ‘work the case’? But… he was out, he was done hunting, he left the family business behind, and he built a new life for himself. Yeah, that’s right, he was done. He should just call in a favor from Bobby and get that ghost out of your house, that’s all. He didn’t need to be the one to do it and that would be better for the both of you. That would be healthy.

“Anyhow, sorry to dump all of this on you; my horrible apartment and all its problems.” You smiled at him and looked down, almost embarrassed.

You were so helpless, so unaware of your own mortality. Dean had no time to call Bobby, no way, he had to fix this himself. You could go home and die a bloody death today. And then that would be his fault, it would be his burden to carry, just like the death of his brother who he had sworn to protect no matter what. That was his job and he failed. He wouldn't fail you, too.

“Come on, it’s fine!” He was quick to reply. “That’s… that’s what friends are for.” He still hadn’t let go of your arm, drawing tiny circles on your skin with his thumb.

“Yeah, guess so.” You offered a nod, short and sweet, before moving to get up.

“Hey, Y/N, before you go, can I ask you something?” Dean’s pupils were dilated, even with the sun shining down upon him. It was the adrenaline, it was knowing that now he had a mission, a purpose, something that he had been missing for a long time. Too long, in his opinion.

“Sure.” You retorted, curious.

“That thing you said about not being able to take me as a patient, is that set in stone?”

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Karaoke Chance Pt. 1

Had a random idea for a story pop into my head the other day. Decided to give it some life. <3

You and your two best friends, Kate and Bri, had decided to take a week off work and go to California. Your friends had found a place that was an air bnb and just told you to get a ticket as they had got everything else set up. So when you had landed in LA and all got your luggage, you got a rental and headed to the air bnb. The closer you got to where you were staying, you kept your eyes out for neat little stores and places to eat. There were a few places that caught your eye as the vehicle turned into a smaller suburb area. When you arrived, it was a quaint cottage house with a pool in the backyard and three bedrooms. Each of you had chosen a bedroom and unpacked your clothes. The three of you had decided to take a nice relaxing afternoon and then go to a local bar that was just a few blocks away and had advertised karaoke tonight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After having dinner all three of you changed for your night out. Kate was in a sexy lace black crop top with a pair of tight black leather pants and heels. Bri was in a red tight off the shoulder dress that fell to mid thigh with pumps. You were wearing a pair of nice black ripped jeans with a nice loose flowing top with a deep v neck and a pair of black cowboy boots that were well loved and worn in. Once you were all ready, the three of you piled into a Lyft and headed the few blocks to the bar. Already a shot in, you slid out of the vehicle and headed into the bar, laughing and smiling. You had needed this. Your friends were on a mission to either get you laid or meet a nice guy since you had not been in the game for a good year. The last relationship you had, ended horribly. It only took a moment to slip up to the bar and get drinks before turning and looking around the bar. It had a nice crowd going but nothing that made you feel claustrophobic. Someone was already singing karaoke on the small stage against the far wall.

Ten minutes pass by before Kate and Bri are going over the list of songs they want to sing while you just happily sipped on your drink. You already knew one song you were going to do. It was near and dear to you. When you were growing up, you lived in Mississippi. Once you graduated high school though, you moved to New York for college and that is where you had met Kate and Bri. As they went to put all three names down with the song choices, you turned to order another round for the three of you. Bri and Kate were giggling like mad when they got back and had a gleam in their eyes. “What's so funny?” You asked while downing the last of your first drink as the bartender slid the second round over. “There are a few guys over along the wall that are soo sexy.” Bri pointed them out and you had to say, they were quite good looking.

There was one that had his back to you guys so you couldn’t tell. Brushing it off, you all started to talk about what you wanted to do before you left, places that were a MUST.

It wasn’t long before it was you being called up for your turn. With a last sip of your drink, you headed over, Bri and Kate grinning. You loved to sing, though in front of people was a different story. It always took a drink or two to make you feel comfortable enough to sing in public.

Once you had the mic, you glanced around the bar, stopping on your two best friends as the song started. Did you need the screen with the lyrics? Hell no. Within the first verse you were lost to the music, eyes opening now and then with a large smile on your face. The one thing you did not see was Bri and Kate almost squeal when they noticed who the man was that had his back to you earlier. They were all about the sexy up and coming new hollywood stars and this man was sure one of them. It was the attention he had towards you while you were belting out the chorus that had them holding each other's arms and grinning with an evil idea. Once you had finished the last line of the song, the crowd was cheering and you thanked them softly before making your way to your friends who had a large smile. “That was awesome! I still don’t know why you are so nervous about singing in front of people. They loved it. Besides lady, Your voice is smoky and sexy like Pink!” Bri gave you a quick hug while Kate nodded.

“You had a few guys watching you (Y/N). You should totally try talking to one or two of them.” Kate grinned. “I have not had enough drinks for that just yet.” You responded with a shake of your head and picked your drink up. They rolled their eyes at you good naturedly.

It was only a few minutes later that Bri had a guy wanting to buy her a drink. She agreed only if he bought one for all three of you. It wasn’t long before that round was down and you were getting a fourth while laughing and joking about the ex’s you have all had. “God he was so bad in bed. I had to fake it the entire time then when he passed out I had to take care of myself in the bathroom.” Bri rolled her eyes while you and Kate howled with laughter at her misfortune. When Rick was brought up, your mood turned a bit sour, nothing good remained from that love. Sure it was a year ago but it still hurt that he had hit you for the first and last time. You were sure that he was the one. But that had changed when he had started drugs, coming home angry and unhinged. The moment he had laid a hand on you, you had packed up and moved in with Kate while you found a new place to live. You turned to the bar, ordered two shots of Fireball. You picked up the first and slammed it back before the second followed closely after. When you turned back around, Bri was over talking to the guy running the karaoke. “You okay?” Kate asked with a slight look of worry on her face. When you nodded, she squeezed your shoulder. “He was an asshole to begin with. We just didn’t know how to tell you. You will find someone I promise. Just take this week and focus on having fun, check out the hot guys on the beach. Hell, maybe take a joy ride or two.” She said with a wink as Bri slid back over by the two of you. “Kate!” You gave a laugh while lightly batting her shoulder. Bri asked what she had said and soon enough was agreeing with Kate. When your name was called, your eyes grew huge. The smirks on their faces made you nervous. “What did you do! Oh my god, I don’t even know what song you chose!” “Relax, you know this one. Besides, it’s a classic.” Bri grinned while turning and giving you a slight push towards the stage. You glared at them for a moment over your shoulder before giving in and moving to the stage. When the man handed you the mic, you quickly and softly asked what song they had chosen for you. “Jailhouse Rock is what you are down for.” With that he turned back to his computer to start the song up. Your eyes flicked over to your friends as they cheered loudly for you. “You got this!!! Go (Y/N)!!!”

They would be paying for this. Sure you loved the King. They had wrangled you into watching the movie with them one night. Of course you were a few drinks in by then and by the end you were bawling. The guy who had played him had been good looking but you weren’t the type to fixate on that type of thing. You had no idea the man was just a stone’s throw from you.

The moment the first few notes started, the crowd started to cheer and clap to the beat. Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes and belted out the first few words. “The warden threw a party in the county jail.

The prison band was there and they began to wail.”

Your feet started to tap to the beat and you just let go, Kate was right. You just needed to let go and have fun. Who cares what anyone here thought? You would be gone in one week anyways.

“The band was jumpin’ and the joint began to swing.

You should’ve heard those knocked out jailbirds sing,

Let’s Rock!” That's when you opened your eyes and started to dance around. Sure you would NEVER even get close to the movements that man could pull off but you were going to have fun.

“Everybody, let’s rock

Everybody in the whole cell block

Was dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock.” What you were completely unaware of was, Austin’s buddies were giving him such shit the moment the song started. When he turned and saw it was you, his interest was peaked for sure. He didn’t expect this and definitely wanted to see this. The smirk on his face grew the moment you started to move. The music was flowing through your body for sure. “Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone

Little Joe was blowin’ on the slide trombone

The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang

The whole rhythm section was a purple gang.” You slid to the side when you sang ‘slide trombone’ eliciting a loud cheer from Bri. As you looked out over the crowd, you grinned at Bri and Kate before continuing to look around. Piercing blue eyes locked with yours as you started on the chorus again and had you been fully sober you would have frozen up like a deer at the intensity held in those orbs. But as it was, you just smirked back before going back to dancing while singing out the rest of the song. By the time you finished, you were out of breath and your heart was pounding. A huge smile was on your face as you handed the mic over, a huge round of cheers and applause followed you back to the bar. “Oh my god that felt amazing!” You exclaimed happily, your whole body buzzing with energy. Austin’s gaze had stuck to you for the rest of the song and when you stepped down and got back to your friends at the bar, he told his buddies he was going to get another drink over his shoulder as he stepped away. Laughter and ‘yeah right’ followed him.

You got a round of whiskey shots and just as the three of you were slamming the glasses upside down on the bar top, a wonderfully entrancing scent overtook your senses causing your eyes to slide shut. Bri and Kate’s eyes widened slightly before they quickly said they were going to the bathroom and then disappeared. “That was damn good.” A deep husky voice flowed over your skin, almost short circuiting your brian. Warmth radiating against your back as an arm appeared over your shoulder motioning for another beer while setting the empty bottle down.

It took a moment to refocus before you turned your head to glance behind you. It was the man you locked eyes with mid song. Those blue eyes had some gold around the pupils, they were gorgeous. “Thanks, gotta get a classic in now and again.” You shifted to face this insanely handsome man as he leaned towards you a bit more to make it easier to talk. His hand resting on the edge of the bar behind you. When he saw no sign of recognition in your eyes, his head tilted just a hair to the side before a smile took over. He thanked the bartender for the new beer but didn’t grab it just yet. His eyes moved back to yours. “Big Elvis fan?” “I enjoy the classics but I don’t really know all his stuff.” You responded, wondering what that smile he gave you was about.

“You pulled it off very well.” A flush filled your face, a smile brightening Austin’s face. “Can I buy you a drink?” You had definitely caught his attention and he needed to know more about you. “Sure.” You let him know what you were drinking and when he turned to order you another, your eyes slid shut. Fuck, everything about this man was calling to you. “Want to sit down outside? It’s a lot quieter out there.” You nodded and took your drink from him. As he started to guide you to a side door that led to a patio of sorts, your eyes found your friends who were giving you both thumbs up. You rolled your eyes at them and flipped them off behind Austin's back.

#Austin Butler #Austin Butler Fic #Austin Butler Fanfic #Austin Butler Fanfiction #Austin Butler Fan Fiction #Austin Butler x you #Austin Butler x reader #Austin Butler imagine #Austin Butler fandom

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Hiya!! 74 + Dick and Roy for the drabble ask game?

74. Are you challenging me?

Dick didn't know how they got into this situation. Well, he did know. But it was really stupid.

Monday, he was hanging out with Donna, innocently trying on her clothes and making her laugh while they took silly stupid pictures. "This is kinda cute." He admitted, eyeing himself in the mirror. The high waisted jeans paired nicely with the low cut crop top. Lunch with the team was soon, he figured, what the heck, he looked good, he felt good, and so he walked out wearing it.

Tuesday, he was sitting at his desk in the common space, typing up the details of their latest Titans adventure, when Roy walked in wearing a crop top. Noticeably, it showed more of his tummy then Dick's did (he hadn't had time to change out of Donna's, between the paperwork and doing some chemical testing for an investigation). Maybe the lack of sleep was making him paranoid, but this felt like a direct attack. "Are you challenging me?" He asked. Roy shrugged, and casually walked out.

Wednesday, Dick took scissors to one of his own old t-shirts. Maybe he should have spent the time napping instead, but he felt vindicated as he walked into the Titan's training room, and took out his anger on a punching bag.

Thursday, "Quit messing with him." Donna muttered, before going quiet as Dick walked into the room. She smiled politely, but Dick's eyes were laser focused on the base of Roy's ribcage. "I'm not doing anything." Roy followed her gaze. "Oh, hi, Dickie, want to join us for some lunch?" The smug bastard had a dastardly handsome smile on his face, never mind that the crop top revealed ridiculously muscular abs. "No thanks." Dick huffed, and stormed out of the room.

Friday, he found himself in Donna's room again, straight up borrowing a sports bra. "I feel like this might be a step too far." Donna looked at him, upside down, flopped over her bed. Dick glared at her. She shrugged. "Whatever, you do you. I did say you could borrow whatever you wanted." He marched right past her, out into the hallway, and practically ran into the common spaces trying to find Roy.

He caught his reflection in the mirror, and that's when everything fell apart. He looked ridiculous. His hair was greasy, and his eyes were puffy. He was breaking out again, and his stomach chub stuck out in all the wrong ways. It wasn't cute anymore, the bra wasn't his color, and his skin was scarred in ugly ways. "Wow." Dick was bordering on screaming when Roy stepped into the hall. He had the nerve to whistle. "I think you win, Rob."

"Yeah." Dick took one last look at himself before storming off. "Right."

#asks #writing games #dick grayson #roy harper

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karikarasuno · 1 year

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sonder ch. iv

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader x Levi Ackerman

Rating: Mature

Warnings/Tags: Angst, Alcohol Consumption, Recreational Drug Use, Pregnancy Scare, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

Word Count: 6.4k

song(s) for the chapter: strange by celeste, another life by kiah victoria, small things by jojo, in the kitchen by renee rapp

a/n: going back to writing this post my own irl break-up has been an...experience. hope you enjoy the v real heartbreak lol

chapter iii | chapter iv | chapter v

You called out of work the next morning on account of a migraine. Which was mostly true. The source of the migraine though was sobbing for hours into your pillow until you exhausted yourself and fell asleep. It was noon by the time you officially opened your eyes. Your vision was still uncomfortably blurry and you were still wearing your jeans and t-shirt from the day before. When you found enough energy to drag your ass out of bed, the person you saw in your bathroom mirror was pathetic. Your hair was a mess and your eyes were swollen and bloodshot. Your whole face looked like it retained enough water in your cheekbones to fill a kiddie pool and you were in desperate need of a shower and change of clothes.

There was no effort put into the outfit you changed into post shower. Your sweater was baggy and old, and your shorts were short enough to disappear under the hem of your sweatshirt. What awaited you in the kitchen was something that you had completely forgotten about. The red splatter stains across your wall looked similar to a murder scene. The little dots were high enough to meet the top of the refrigerator and you concluded that the wall was ruined. The only way to fix it would be with a fresh coat of paint.

Maybe a change of decor would begin the process of erasing your weekend with Onyankopon from tainting every corner of your goddamn home. It was the last thing you ever expected. He was never supposed to show up at your doorstep and ask for answers. You were supposed to have a messy run-in back home. Maybe when you went back to your parents’ for the holidays. But definitely not here. Cities away and in a place you were just starting to call your home.

You slipped on sneakers and left with your hair wrapped in a scarf to the hardware store. You needed paint. And you needed it today because you couldn’t keep looking at your wall. You also couldn’t stay curled up in your bed for the whole day in self pity. You needed to be productive. In some way or another.

Your phone was left unchecked for nearly the whole day until you hopped on the train and put on your headphones. You fully intended on ignoring any messages and just playing some music but there were texts from Erwin, Levi, and Pixis. Your curiosity was too intense to ignore them, though.

Erwin: Hey, seems like you’re staying in today. Text me if you need anything

Levi: Dinner?

With three different recipes attached.

Pixis: Feel better soon. See you tmw.

The guilt that rattled around your chest was audible despite the music in your ears and the roar of the train on the tracks. But you’d respond later. You just needed for this pain to pass and everything would be back to normal. It wouldn’t take long, you reasoned, just a few distractions and it would be as if this horrid weekend never happened. You arrived at the hardware store with really no plan, heading straight to the paint aisle and becoming instantly overwhelmed with the mass amount of paint swatches aligning an entire wall.

It would be smart for you to choose something that matched your already existing furniture. Maybe an eggshell or something. But you decided if the color was too close to what you had without an exact match you’d end up having to paint the entire living room. And that would be too much.

So you chose a wine red. A burgundy that would cover the wine splatters with ease and serve as an accent wall. You didn’t give yourself enough time to muddle over your choice because you’d end up convincing yourself not to. You’ve already spent too much time thinking and you were over it. You needed to just do something. For the sake of your sanity.

The elderly woman at the paint counter took her time making the paint. And while you weren’t in any real hurry, you found your foot incessantly tapping the floor while you fidgeted with the hair tie secured around your wrist. Anxiety was a companion of yours for some time now. Before Onyankopon and before this job. So you were well aware that this was just one of your ticks. Which only meant that sooner or later you’d be hit with a wave of paranoid anxiety that you wouldn’t be able to control. But that was a future you problem. For now, you just needed to keep busy.

Which should be easy enough, given the project you recently gave yourself. When the lady was finished with your paint you thanked her over your shoulder as you turned down the opposite aisle to grab supplies. By the time you reached the register with a cart full of things you realized there was no way in hell you’d be able to drag this onto the train and back to your home. So you ordered an Uber. The man who arrived sized you up warily, clearly noting your still puffy eyes and your lack of presentable clothing for your outing. But he popped the trunk and helped load all of your things into it. He even offered to help you unload when you arrived home. You declined. Your mother gave you enough lectures about stranger danger to last you a lifetime and a half.

You carefully placed everything on your doorstep as you unlocked your door and dragged everything inside. The hard part was next. The couch was heavy but you needed to shift it forward and cover it with plastic so as not to accidentally ruin it with paint. Rolling the paint over the wall was therapeutic. Mindless back and forth that you were losing yourself in. Exactly what you needed.

The splatters were gone. One trace of Onyankopon already disappeared beneath one coat of paint. If only everything else revolving around him was that easy to forget. But the lingering feelings of regret and anguish were set aside in favor of pouring more paint into the container. In favor of mistakenly smudging paint on the ceiling and belatedly realizing you forgot to use painter’s tape for clean lines. And then remembering that you did not have a step ladder. There was one you could borrow right next door, but the thought of facing Levi or Erwin in your current state sent a wave of unwarranted shame down your spine.

Not that they would judge you. It was just odd to think about including them in a version of you that they knew nothing about. Someone you knew they wouldn’t recognize because you could hardly recognize her. The version of you that was their friend, but a woman who was so deeply broken and fragile, you were almost embarrassed of her.

So, you decided against the ladder. Resulting in a sloppy paint job and many amateur mistakes, but it was done. You threw off your sweatshirt somewhere along the way. And your living room was currently a disaster, but cleaning up was the easiest part. Your thoughts falling to the wayside, while your hands and feet did everything you needed. You threw away the plastic that enclosed your sofa, the paint slowly drying as you poured whatever paint was left in the small container into the paint can and hammered the lid down.

There was a small towel closet at the end of your hallway that you stored everything in, disposing of the head of the paint roller because you had no intention of soaking it and squeezing off the paint that was drenching it. You also pushed the couch back into place, but careful not to press it against the wall. And despite the mistakes you made, the end result was something you were happy with. One that you could take some pride in because you worked hard for it. Circumstances aside.

Your next challenge was one you hadn’t foreseen. Your bed was a mess when you were ready to finally crawl into it. But as you stared from the foot of your mattress all you could think about was him. And his smell. And how he managed to work your body over and over until you were so satisfied you fell deeply into sleep. Then, the crushing guilt brought you back to how it ended. So many mistakes and now you couldn’t even sleep in your bed without being reminded of him. It was pitiful, really.

You snatched a pillow from your side–the one he hadn’t slept on– and an extra blanket from your closet before dragging yourself to the living room. It still smelled like paint, the chemicals roaming around the open space but you preferred that to the warm scent of vanilla and musk trapped between the threads of your sheets. Maybe the scent of drying paint could burn the memories from your brain with each inhale.

Maybe you could suffocate the thought of Onyankopon from your mind. Drown the feelings in your heart with layers of thick paint. To be left to dry out slowly and be forgotten. Eventually.

There was a certain skill that came along with avoiding those important in your life. A certain je ne sais quoi when it came to carefully crafting excuse after excuse for weeks on end. The nightly dinners you had come to rely on with Erwin and Levi came to an abrupt stop. The lunches with Moblit ended swiftly when you began to take on so many projects at a time that it should be impossible for anyone to complete. But when you arrived at work at 7am and left well past 7pm, the projects didn’t seem like enough.

They were worried about you. That much was clear. And that worry seemed to have trickled down to Marco. Who was standing awkwardly in your doorway with a manuscript you had asked him to read over for you. You almost felt bad for how much work you were throwing at him. Forcing him to read some of the worst writing you’ve ever laid your eyes on, but accepting the novel either way. Purely to keep busy.

But now you truly felt the consequences of that when you glanced at the stack of papers in his tightly clenched hands and only found rows of red ink. That couldn’t be good.

“That bad?’ You leaned back in your chair, papers and sticky notes covered every inch of your desk and if you didn’t have a method for your organized mess you would’ve gone crazy. Not that you already haven’t.

“Worse,” he replied, shoulders still tense and his feet still rooted just outside your door. He was nervous and you knew that was your own fault. You had isolated yourself so dramatically that he probably saw you as a different person completely. You dragged a hand down your cheek and took a steadying breath. Your exhale was loud and it was sad that you couldn’t even remember which project you handed over to him. Amidst the hundreds you were taking on.

“Which one is that?” You opened a folder on your desktop that held all of the manuscripts. It was obnoxiously long so you clicked into the search bar as you waited for him to read out the title to you. You printed it when you found the document because you always concentrated better when you had the hard copy in your hands instead of scrolling through it on your computer. Pen to paper was best, even if you were aware that it was the more wasteful option.

“Wanna go over it with me?’ You offered, hopeful that this tiny olive branch could be the start of mending your distant relationship. He simply nodded, taking that step into your office and sitting across from you.

“Sorry in advance,” he said with a small smile, eyes lighting up with familiar amusement.

“For?”

“What you’re about to experience.” And for what feels like the first time in forever you laughed. The sound bubbled up your chest and burst unexpectedly from your lips. His smile broadened and he situated himself more comfortably in his seat as he started reading it aloud.

And he was right. It was worse than you initially imagined.

The pier was the next stop over and you were tempted to ride it until you got there. Tempted to relive that day, but the wind was howling and the chill that fell down on the city was enough to have you steering clear of the waterfront. It was mid-September when the weather decided to fully commit to autumn. The days were still long, the sun setting after seven on most days, but the cold that it started to bring was a pleasant reminder that summer didn’t last forever. When the heat started to become too much, you could always remember that the shift in temperature was just around the corner. You just had to be patient.

You also needed to sleep. Your body was quickly starting to feel the consequences of lying awake for hours until your alarm blared to signal it was time for you to get up and dressed for work. The dispensary wasn’t too far from work, so once your day ended you hopped on the train and made it your first stop. There was an urgency crawling beneath your skin, a sinking desperation in your gut because all you wanted was rest. The tossing and turning was getting infuriating. Especially since you still didn’t have the strength to sleep in your bed. The couch was comfortable enough, but you were positive that if you slept in the bed that you shared with Onyankopon your sleep would be that much worse.

Which said a lot, since you averaged maybe an hour or two a night.

A few blocks later and you were at the storefront, a man standing outside to check your ID before he opened the door to let you in. It was a little strange at first how casual it all was. Not used to seeing so many people of all ages in a place to buy weed. And you did eye the older couple a little longer than you should have as they asked the employee so many questions it made your head spin. But the young woman took it all in stride. She grinned at the couple with fond enthusiasm as she walked them through the different strains.

You ended up leaving with a pack of pre-rolled joints. Because you surely didn’t have the time nor energy to roll them yourself. It’s been a while since you smoked, probably over a year now since you only really did it with Onyankopon on nights the two of you wanted to enjoy a good meal or watch some stupid movie.

But you remembered the sleepiness after smoking. The way your body would just relax into itself and the black out sleep that always followed. It was dreamless most of the time. Not that you minded. It was actually what you had been craving. Because when you did sleep, it was filled with dreams that wouldn’t really constitute nightmares, but they were awful nonetheless.

Your home was dark once you arrived, night fell around the city earlier than it usually did. Another sign of the turn of the season. You managed to stumble around your home without turning on any of the lights, only flicking on the lamp once you changed into your house clothes and shuffled into the kitchen. The lighter you kept in the junk drawer was thankfully still there, buried beneath a pair of scissors and some command strips.

Usually Onyankopon always lit it first for you, holding the lighter to the end while you propped the joint between your lips to prepare for an inhale. But you were alone this time around, in the dim light of your kitchen, preparing for an inhale with shaky hands. The end burned cherry red and fire orange. The smell hit you first and instinctively you breathed in deeply. Too deeply while the tiny flame still burned the tip. You choked on the bitter smoke, your lungs heaved as the heated air burnt your throat. You were out of practice, that much was clear, but you already felt some of that blessed lightheadedness you were so desperately seeking. You grabbed a tiny ceramic ramekin to stand in as your ashtray, inhaling with unsteady breaths each time the smoke fully expelled from your chest.

Simple minutes passed, but anyone could have convinced you that hours had been drained away. The only thing left, besides your aching heart, was the craving for food. You were starving, only having absentmindedly stuffed a granola bar from the break room a little after lunch time. Marco had offered to bring you something on his way back from the sandwich shop he was heading to, but you declined. Realizing now that you regretted that decision immensely. There was nothing in your fridge besides molding strawberries that you kept forgetting to toss, a bottle of half finished red wine, and some sparsely used condiments. You turned to the pantry next, finding a jar of peanut butter and nutella. And in a very generous turn of events, a loaf of bread that thankfully lacked any traces of mold. It was strange. Going from carefully crafted homemade meals, cooked in the presence of friendship and comforting company, to nearly burning two pieces of bread smushed together by melted gooeyness. But you ate it anyway through a familiar haze that you welcomed but not in the same ways as you used to. Not out of a matter of want, but of a matter of need.

You nestled into the cushions of your couch once you finished eating. After a few nights of sleeping on the sofa and concluding that you weren’t going to your bed any time soon, you decided to drag over a few pillows and a blanket. It made it much more comfortable, even though you knew you should just toughen up and go to your bed. But you were far too stubborn and heartbroken for that.

Luckily, sleep found you quicker than it had in weeks. It was a dark, blank affair. You didn’t remember when you fell asleep or how, and you still woke up before your alarm, but far more rested then you had in far too long. The sun trickled into the living room between your slatted blinds, your curtains swaying gently from the breeze of the air conditioning.

Fatigue still made your limbs heavy, but your mind wasn’t racing and neither was your heart. You had become accustomed to the palpitations always residing in your chest. But those seemed to ease. Yet there was still this unsettling feeling that washed over you. That coated your vision in sepia and dulled all of your senses.

You hardly remembered the ride to work. Or the mug of still hot coffee settled in front of you as you stared at your computer screen. Something was off, but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Your stomach kept churning, and bile was sitting just below your rib cage. Waiting, threatening to come right up your esophagus. Your mind had been a mess these last few weeks, but today it felt like your entire body was fighting against you.

You made it to lunch somehow. With a mild headache and what felt like indigestion. And when you ate the protein bar you kept stashed in your work bag, that seemed like the final straw. The bathroom was a short walk from your office, each step forcing what was spinning in your stomach to rise just a bit higher. You rounded the corner of the stall and once your eyes made contact with the toilet everything came up all at once. Your eyes watered and your throat burned. You struggled to keep your knees from buckling beneath you as your breaths came out in pained, heaving wheezes.

When you were finished, you simply stood there with a hand clutching your stomach while the other wiped snot and tears from your face with toilet paper. You were weak and sweaty. Like the beginnings of a cold. But the sickening feeling that rattled you around all day was starting to twist into a very frightening realization.

Your period was late.

You snatched your phone from your back pocket and immediately opened the calendar app. You counted backwards by each week. Landing scarily on the seventh week. The week that Onyankopon arrived unannounced. The last time you had sex. Unprotected.

The nausea worsened as your head reeled and your heart thumped in your chest and throat. Loud enough to drum in your ears and blur your vision. You couldn’t be. That was the last thing you wanted, especially now. When you were the biggest mess you had ever been.

Your world was actively crumbling around you. You couldn’t seem to find your footing or your place or even your head most days.

How would you even bring this up to Onyankopon?

But instead of allowing yourself to recklessly overthink for longer than you should, you went straight back to your office to grab your wallet and headed out to the nearest pharmacy. It was only a few blocks, but each step was more painstakingly stressful than the last. The thumping in your ears refused to stop and the bustling city around you faded so drastically, it was as if you were truly the only person alive.

Once you purchased two tests, you went to the empty office space a few floors below yours. The previous tenants left suddenly. Something about the CFO committing fraud and causing the entire company to go bankrupt. And since then the building owners have had a hard time renting it out again.

Today you were grateful for that. Because if it weren’t for white collar crimes, you’d be hyperventilating in your own work’s bathroom at risk of any of your coworkers walking in. And the mere idea of that sent another wave of tears to your eyes that you refused to let spill over.

You chugged the bottle of water you purchased, pacing the empty bathroom to the beat of your footsteps echoing against tile and your breaths releasing in shallow puffs of air. When you finally did pee, you couldn’t keep your hand from shaking. Luckily, you were able to get enough on the stick for the three lines to show up as it analyzed the sample.

Your hands were sweaty, and you hadn’t realized it until you grabbed your phone again to set a timer and the case came back moist against your palm. Three minutes. In just three minutes you’d find out if your life would be turned upside down and spun around until you could no longer stand or see straight.

And as the seconds ticked by, anxiety etched its way into your chest and you couldn’t breathe. A panic started to build that was far more intense than what you’d been feeling sitting in your gut for weeks. This feeling felt like reality.

Like if you didn’t get your shit together now, surely you’d fall into a state of numbness that you may never recover from. The reality of just coasting through life solely off of apathy became so unrealistic because you needed to love again. Needed to care and indulge. Needed to learn to be a person without all the sticky complications of compromise that came along with a relationship.

Just as your panic began to worsen your phone rang in your hand. For a second you thought it had already been three minutes, but instead it was Erwin. You weren’t going to answer. You shouldn’t have answered, but before you could think twice about it, your thumb slid across the bottom of the screen.

You didn’t respond. Mostly because your breathing was uneven and words were stuck in a track of honey down your throat.

“Hello?” He asked, a slight urgency to his voice. And when he said your name there was a crack in the syllables that made it up. Worry coated everything that followed until you were able to croak out an, “I’m fine.”

“You’re not and you haven’t been,” he sighed, absolute exhaustion sounding through the receiver and you knew the sound all too well. “What’s going on?”

“I think I’m pregnant.” That was the first time you said those words aloud. The first you even allowed yourself to fully say or think the word pregnant without sheer panic wracking through your entire body. But saying them to Erwin felt like the right thing to do. Like you had to in order for the pressure in your chest to ease, even if it was only a little.

“What?” He stammered, clear disbelief in his tone. “How?”

And that made you chuckle, the tears pricking at your eyes finally spilling over your bottom lashes and smearing across your cheeks. “I think you know how, Erwin.”

He chuckled alongside you and the sound warmed your heart because things were slotting into place again. The thoughts that ran through your head recklessly were beginning to slow and it was because confiding in your friend was something you needed to do. Rather than continuously running away.

“Well, I know how. It’s just unexpected, is all.”

“I’m waiting for the test results. I locked myself in one of the empty office bathrooms,” you admitted, fear building again once you realized you still had a minute and a half left.

“I’ll wait with you. If that’s what you need.” A sob caught in your throat at his sincerity. You refused to accept anything from anyone for so long. Isolated yourself so deeply that the wounds never began to heal even when you tried to convince yourself they were scarring over.

“Ok,” you whispered, dropping your head into your hand and heaving out a breath that allowed even more tears to fall freely. There was mutual, tense silence on both ends of the call. You could tell Erwin wanted to say something more. Something reassuring. But words couldn’t offer much comfort when your whole life could change in less than a minute.

The timer went off. Erwin sucked in a breath, but still refrained from saying what was clearly on the tip of his tongue. You refused to look at the test. Because you genuinely didn’t want to know the result. Either answer breaking your heart in some way or another.

What if you wanted this? Needed this? The opportunity to care and love unconditionally for someone else. Even if right now you didn’t have enough of that love for yourself.

“Well?” Erwin asked hesitantly, urgently asking for an answer that you were too afraid to give him.

“I’m scared.” You admitted. Chest hurting and eyes stinging in preparation for a fresh wave of tears.

“I get it, but you have to look at that test. You need to know.” You stared at where the test rested on the counter, the screen no longer adorned with three blinking lines. Instead, there were letters composing two words. And for some reason the ache in your chest blossomed into something more horrifying. More heartbreaking.

You wanted it to say this because it only made sense. It only made sense for you to not be pregnant. But that didn’t stop the sob from crawling up your throat and your knees to give out beneath you.

Erwin was calling your name, but it sounded distant. Albeit, concerned. It was hard for you to register much outside of your rapid breathing and disordered thoughts. You needed a moment, just a second to let it all out before you could admit to it out loud. Admit that some part of you wanted that test to be positive for your own selfish reasons. Even though you knew how ridiculous it all sounded.

“I’m not pregnant,” you said, voice hoarse and thick from the congestion sitting in your sinuses. “Which should be a relief, so I don’t know why I’m feeling this way.”

“You should go home,” he offered, obviously unsure of what to say or if anything would really help in this situation.

“I have a lot of work to do,” you argued, even if saying the words aloud just felt like another excuse to bury yourself in distractions.

“It’s Friday. How much work are you really going to get done in the afternoon that you can’t just do on Monday?” You rolled your eyes at him knowing he had a point, you just didn’t want to admit he was right. “Go home, and I’ll stop by after work.”

The company sounded nice. Especially since you’ve been so lonely these last few weeks. And being alone with just yourself has become rather frustrating and pathetic, but you still responded with, “you don’t have to. I’ll be fine.”

“Sure, you will,” he said, and you could hear the small smile in his voice as it tickled with amusement. “We just miss you, is all.”

The conversation didn’t last much longer than that. You agreed to dinner tonight, although it felt a bit intimidating after you ditched them so many times. But the haze was lifting a bit. The fog of heartbreak was clearing enough for you to be able to envision more than just how to get through the work day. An ease started to settle. It was uncomfortable since it had been so long since you felt even a morsel of ease. And the pregnancy scare did nothing to alleviate that. But you finally remembered that you weren’t alone. That you had somehow, even in this new city, found people who cared.

And you refused to give that up, now that you could grasp it again.

The dinner Erwin promised wasn’t exactly what you had in mind. Somehow, ‘dinner’ was Levi meeting you on the steps to your home (because Erwin didn’t want you to be alone) and then walking 10 blocks to a bar once he got out of work. Dinner was also Levi and Erwin introducing you to Hange for the first time, which then included an awkward run in with an angry Moblit.

“You avoid me for weeks only to turn up at my bar with these two! What’s that about?” He asked, both hands parked on his hips with a towel slung over the clothes he still wore from work. You offered him a shy smile and a shrug, hoping that would suffice.

“Not your bar,” Levi replied, walking around you into the dimly lit space and through a door that was marked ‘employees only.”

“He’s not wrong, Mobs. Technically this is Hange’s bar, maybe if either of you proposed already it could finally be yours,” Erwin teased while shrugging off his jacket and draping it over a worn in barstool. As the two retained their playful back and forth, you took that moment to finally look around. There were booths lining the wall with a large u-shaped one pressed into a corner near the windows. The leather was brown and in need of some TLC, but it somehow made the space cozy and inviting. The lights were low hanging lamps from the ceiling, singular as they dangled over each table and bathed it in golden.

There was also a small stage towards the back wall that held a single mic stand, and a booth that you presumed had to do with the karaoke machine attached to it on the ground. But opposite that was an old pool table. The green fabric needed to be upholstered and the head of one of the sticks was missing the cue tip. But there was so much charm surrounding the atmosphere. There was a sort of reckless care that came with the decor. Effortless yet intentional.

Which after your short conversation with Hange, it seemed like that was their whole vibe. Hair tossed in a claw clip perfectly messy while running around in a comfortable pair of dark wash jeans and an oversized flannel with the buttons undone.

“Can I get you something?” A deep, unfamiliar voice said from behind you. If you weren’t so hyper aware of the space you were in, it would’ve startled you, especially after turning around and being confronted with the tallest, broadest man you had ever seen.

“Uh,” you stuttered, eyes stuck on his chest where the fabric of his black t-shirt seemed to be a touch too tight. And when you finally met his eyes–dirty blonde hair messily resting over his forehead– he was smiling at you. Amused. “I’ll take a long island.”

He whistled, “first drink of the night?” He grabbed a tall glass and started gathering the ingredients to mix it.

“Yeah,” you stuffed your hands in your jacket pockets, cheeks warming at the call out. Instead of settling on the stool, you stood and kept taking in your surroundings. Moblit handed Erwin a beer as he polished some glasses, while Levi came striding out the back room with an excitable Hange following. His scowl was ever present, if not deeper set than usual. That brought a small smile to your face. At least one thing remained consistent after all this time.

The tall bartender slid your long island across the bartop and you stared at it for a second longer than normal because he was prompted to scoot it closer to you with his index finger. “Still want it? Unless you’re no longer drinking to forget something.”

You slipped the cold glass against your palm with a breathy chuckle. “Yes, I still want it and what makes you think I have anything to forget?”

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “no one starts a night of drinking off with a long island. Trust me, I’ve been doing this long enough.”

“Ah yes, the bartender to therapist pipeline,” you teased, sipping the drink and pleasantly surprised by the lack of alcohol you tasted. You saw his point now, if he was making drinks like this it was easy to have one too many.

“I’m Mike, by the way,” he laughed, wiping down the counter as he watched you drink. You offered your name in return after another suspiciously long sip.

“And if you keep mixing drinks like this make sure you cut me off after two.”

“Sure thing,” he grinned before Moblit called him to the opposite side of the bar to help with something. And you were left alone with the best long island you’ve ever had, watching the chaos of this friend group spiral out in a room full of strangers.

“He really was so handsome,” you giggled drunkenly, hanging off of Erwin’s elbow as he led you in the direction of your neighborhood.

“He is also taken,” Levi said, tugging the edge of your sleeve to steer you around a bent traffic cone Erwin hadn’t noticed since he also had one too many beers tonight. “And how did I get stuck babysitting you two?”

“Boooo,” you complained, ignoring Levi’s question, “all the hot, nice men are taken nowadays. I mean look at you two escorting my drunk ass home and tucking me into bed when any other woman in my situation would be getting dicked down tonight.”

“That’s the last thing you need after your day,” Levi grumbled, cheeks turning distinctively pink and you weren’t too sure if to blame it on the wind or not.

“Try months,” you pouted, the words not as heavy as they would’ve felt if not for the alcohol and the way your night turned your day around. You should’ve confided in them weeks ago. After Onyankopon left, maybe it would’ve made this transition that much easier. Hindsight was a tricky bitch if you were honest. Always giving you clarity when you need it least.

“You wouldn’t wanna be with Mike, anyway,” Erwin slurred, his blush definitely due to the alcohol. “He’s a bit intimidating, if you know what I mean.”

“Erwin, please,” Levi scolded, “don’t be so crass.”

You and Erwin shared a look before you fell into a fit of laughter, your breathless giggles following you all the way up the steps to your front door and stumbling over the threshold. As you stripped out of your clothes and laid on the couch in nothing but your underwear, you smiled to yourself. Your chest was full. The yearning ache that had been nestled there was lessened, your breaths coming easier for the first time in forever. Before falling asleep though, you checked your email after plugging in your charger for the night.

The usual was there, drafts from work and websites advertising their current sales. But there was one with Onyankopon’s record label as the sender. When you clicked on it all that was there was an audio file, the subject reading: thought you should hear this.

This should wait until the morning, when you were hungover but at least sober. The nerves were back. And you tried to take the steady breaths you taught yourself to calm down. But nothing was working, and your thumb just hovered over the big play symbol. Until you clicked it.

It was poppier than his usual songs, but it was a raw cut. Only his voice and a piano. This must be the first demo. Which somehow made the song hurt more because you knew it wasn’t intended for him, yet he was recording his own version. His voice was raspy around the edges and hoarse as it carried along certain notes. You should have stopped listening after the first verse. But it was addicting. Listening to his voice as he sang about how you broke his heart. A fresh cut. A new wound you had to lick.

Nothing about this separation has been predictable or remotely familiar. And you’ve never felt more like a stranger within your own body, but to know after all these years you were slowly becoming strangers to each other. Just ghosts of past versions of yourselves continuing to haunt one another. Until either of you were able to find your way out of this purgatory you managed to create.

To heaven or hell, you still didn’t know where this would land you. And time was humbling, if you’ve learned anything at all.

#eruri x reader #eruri fanfic #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction

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Hearts Aflame

Chapter 5

Start from the beginning here.

(Chapter four) (Chapter six)

Firefighter!Danny x fem!reader

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: fluff, drinking, oral(m rec), unprotected sex, more fluff, and I think that’s it.

Dress nice. That was the only hint you had been given about your date with Danny, and it didn't feel like enough as you stared at the clothing options sprawled across your mattress. You picked up a maroon colored bodysuit with long sleeves and a deep, plunging neckline and smiled. This would not be something Danny would be expecting, and you knew you looked amazing in it. You put it on without a second thought, and paired it with a black pleather miniskirt, long gold necklaces, and a pair of black ankle boots. You left your hair down in loose voluminous waves, and added just enough makeup to make it look like you weren't wearing any. Your phone buzzed from its spot on the wireless charging pad.

Danny-Be there in a few to pick you up. I hope you're ready 😉

-Oh I'm ready, but idk if YOU are 😌

Before long, there was a gentle knock on the door. You took a deep breath before opening it, and smiled wide when you saw him. His mouth fell open at the sight of you, which made you blush a deep red. He was wearing a black and white floral button up shirt, that he had only buttoned 2/3 of the way up, a pair of tight, white pants, black Chelsea boots, and a black wide brimmed hat. "You look amazing!" He marveled, doing his best to be respectful by not glancing down too much or too long. Smokey came bounding over, jumping up and nearly knocking Danny over. The two of you laughed as he stepped inside, being sure to give Smoke plenty of attention.

"You're sweet," you smiled sweetly as you watched him love on the silly dog. "I need to take the pups out once more before we go, is that okay?" You asked nervously.

"That's totally fine! I'm gonna make a quick phone call, so take your time," he replied before watching you, the pups and Smokey head outside.

After a few minutes, everyone was ready to head inside—probably because is was already starting to get dark. "No, that's okay..thank you anyway," you heard as you walked back inside. He sounded sad and a bit defeated. You quickly put the puppies in their pen while Smokey made his rounds to check on the cat room.

"Everything okay?" You asked as you approached Danny. He let out a sigh and shoved his phone back in his pocket.

"Yeah, it just turns out that we might need reservations...and their next available date is a month from now," he shrugged and flashed you a crooked half smile.

"I guess I'll see you in a month then," you teased as you giggled to yourself. His mouth fell open and he feigned offense before erupting with laughter as well. "If we don't have plans tonight, I know somewhere we can go.." you added as you stepped closer to him. He smiled and hesitated before delicately placing his hands on your hips, smiling down at you while he waited for you to elaborate further. "I'm gonna change into jeans though, because it's kinda chilly," you smiled and twisted, slipping out of his grasp and disappearing into your bedroom to change.

When you made your way back into the living room, you found Danny and Smokey playing fetch with his stuffed duck, and your heart swelled with joy at the sight. "Hey, bud, you wanna go for a ride?" You asked with a smile that widened as both of their faces lit up.

"I mean, I know I said I wanted to take it slow...but if you're offering.." Danny replied cheekily and you picked up one of Smokes' stuffies to toss at his face. He held up his hands in defeat and the two of you bubbled with laughter. You picked up Smokey's harness and leash, and he stood as still as he could while you helped him into it. "Where are we going that we get to bring him with us?" Danny asked excitedly.

You passed him the leash, grabbing a coat off the hook by the door on your way out and draping it over your arm in case it got colder later. "I thought we could go to this little bar downtown. They have an outdoor patio and dog park," you explained as you climbed in his car.

The car ride was fairly uneventful, but Smokey loved every second of it. He held his head out the window letting his ears flap in the wind with his tongue hanging out. You glanced back up at Danny's profile to see him smiling at the dog in the rear view mirror. "He's such a goofball," he said softly, marveling at the silly pup. He took a breath like he was preparing to say something else, but he didn't.

When he pulled into the parking lot, you could see a few dogs running around outside, but it wasn't too busy. The two of you walked inside with Smokey trailing behind, sniffing everything he could. "Y/n! It's so good to see you! If you wanna head outside, Ashton will be out to help you in a few," the bartender called out over the music. You smiled and waved before hooking your arm in Danny's and leading him out the back door.

"I guess they know you here," he said softly, not doing well at hiding his nerves. It would be cute if you didn't feel the exact same. You were surprised you had managed to sleep at all last night after the kiss, and even now, every time you got too close to him it felt like your body was buzzing with electricity.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself after taking a seat at the table outside. "They're the sweetest people," you admitted, unhooking Smokey's collar as you continued, "They sponsor some adoptions and even host a few events here."

"That's so cool! Maybe we could host one at the fire station or something," he replied, and you tucked away that idea for a later date.

"Welcome to Fetch Bar, where we do make Fetch happen," a girl with bright blue hair pulled up into a bun, a couple of silver hoops on her right nostril, and a generous application of eyeliner said in an almost bored tone. "My name is Ashton and I'll be your server tonight. What can I get you started with?" She continued, and you smiled up at her then over to Danny, holding your breath to see who would go first.

"Do you have any specials or recommendations?" He asked, picking absentmindedly at the rolled napkin in front of him. Ashton launched into her spiel about the drink specials and you got lost in thought watching Danny listen. He smiled and nodded along, asking questions and laughing when the waitress did. You had been on some awful dates with some horrible men, but Danny was definitely not one of them. "I think I'll take one of those," he said finally, pulling you out of your daze. "What about you?" He asked, directing his attention to you fully.

"Uh, just make it two of those," you shrugged, not willing to admit you hadn't been listening. Danny quirked an eyebrow at you, almost looking impressed.

"Cool. I'll be right back with your drinks and a bowl for the dog," she said plainly before walking away.

"You have no idea what we ordered, do you?" He teased, giggling to himself. You narrowed your eyes, but couldn't bring yourself to blatantly lie. "You're so cute," he added quietly, blushing as he realized what he had said. Your face burned as you looked down at your hands, fidgeting with the rings on your fingers.

"You're cute," you replied nervously, glancing up at him before you lost your nerve. His smile widened even more and you couldn't help but mirror it. Ashton interrupted you when she dropped off two Mezcal Margaritas, and Danny giggled at the look of confusion on your face. "What is this?" You asked him once Ashton disappeared again.

"Just try it," he smirked, holding up his drink to cheers with yours. You took a deep breath, clinked your glass against his, and then took a sip. It was surprisingly smokey, but not bad..a bit heavy on the tequila, but seeing Danny smile at you expectantly was enough to make you smile and nod with a quiet 'mmm'.

The rest of the evening was filled with deep conversations, cheesy jokes, stolen touches and fairly innocent flirting. By the end, the two of you had scooted your chairs together to the point that your thighs were touching under the table. "What do you say we get out of here?" He asked with a mischievous grin.

"I say let's do it," you beamed at him happily. He raised his brows causing you to realize what you had said. "I mean we should go—I didn't.." you floundered but he just laughed, tossing his head back and gripping your knee gently to steady himself. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered, and you couldn't help but smile. You whistled to call Smokey back to you, and giggled as he came galloping over with his tongue hanging off to the side and ears flopping in the wind. You clipped his leash back on as Danny paid the tab, then the three of you loaded back into his car.

"Do you mind if we stop by my place?" He asked nervously as you both buckled in. "I wanna show you all the stuff I got for Smokey.." he admitted, glancing over to you quickly. Slightly embarrassed was a cute look on him.

"That sounds lovely," you replied with a sweet smile. The drive was short, but it felt even shorter from all the fun you had watching Danny sing along to the music on the radio. "I like this," you hummed along, trying to learn the words, which made him bubble with laughter.

"Yeah? I have the vinyl at home, you gotta hear it like that," he mused, turning back to the road. When you pulled into the driveway, your heart skipped a beat, remembering the last time you were here. You let out a shakey breath and forced a smile. He opened your door and held out his hand to help you climb out of his car. You smiled as he got Smokey unloaded and the three of you headed inside.

"Welcome home, Smokes," he said softly, gesturing towards the living room. The pup eagerly investigated and explored once he was off his lead. You hung up your coat on the hook by the door, slipping out of your shoes as Danny rifled through his vinyl collection and put on the artist you had heard in the car.

You noted the dog bed set up in the center of the living room piled high with a plethora of stuffed animals. "I wasn't sure where to find one like his duck.." Danny crinkled his nose with a slight frown.

"I guess Ducky will have to move in, too," you shrugged playfully. He stepped forward, closing the distance between you as the song you recognized began to play.

"Wanna dance?" He asked nervously, holding out his hand. You could see the slight tremble and hear it in his tone.

"I don't really know how," you admitted with pink cheeks.

"That's okay, it's easy...just take my hand and follow my lead," he whispered, holding out his hand cautiously. “Mom made me take more than a few dance lessons with my little sister growing up,” he blushed at the admission. You smiled and placed your hand in his, stepping forward as he placed his other hand on your hip. The music swelled and filled the room as the two of you swayed and twirled.

The excitement must have been too much because Smokey tried to join, resulting in Danny falling backwards onto the couch and pulling you on top of him. You landed straddling him with flushed cheeks and an eruption of laughter. Without giving yourself a chance to chicken out, you leaned in and kissed him. You parted your lips, sucking his lower lip between yours as the kiss deepened. He let out a quiet moan as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, letting it dance delicately with his. Another quiet moan had you coming up for air only to be pulled back in. His hands held your hips down onto his as your fingers tangled in his hair, his hat had gotten lost during the tumble. You could feel him hardening beneath you, and you eagerly ground against him in response.

He bit his lip watching you, and breathlessly said, "Y/n, we've gotta stop—"

"Don't wanna stop," you whined, interrupting him as you peppered his jaw with kisses. He kept his eyes on you as you began unbuttoning his shirt even further. For a brief moment, you were mortified when you realized he may not want to continue, and wasn't just being a gentleman. "Unless you don't want to.." you offered an out, holding your breath and hoping he'd decline. He reached up, caressing your face gently as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You placed your hand on top of his and leaned into his touch with a sigh.

"No, I want this...I-I want you," he stuttered and you crashed your lips into his again in response. "You are so beautiful," he murmured into the kiss and you felt your lips curl into a smile. You kissed a line down his throat, eliciting another quiet moan from him as you trailed the kisses down his chest.

"We can still go slow," you said teasingly as you reached down to palm him through his pants. He bit his lip and groaned, rolling his hips forward and up into your touch. You doubted it was intentional—just his body reacting to yours. The power you held over him in this moment was intoxicating, and you could already feel your panties dampening. You slid yourself down his body, allowing easier access to his belt, which you deftly undid and pulled his pants and briefs down slowly. His breath hitched when his cock sprang free, and you drank in the sight of him before taking his length in your hand and pumping at a languid pace.

"Fuck," he sighed and you noticed the flutter of the muscles in his abdomen. You peppered kisses down his tummy and across his hips, all with his eyes trained on you. He held his breath as you took his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue before taking him deeper. You maintained an agonizingly slow pace with his quiet whimpering moans spurring you on. "N-not gonna l-last like this," he stuttered out, reaching down to pull you up. You released his cock with a pop, before smirking down at him as you stood up and wiggled free from your clothes, tossing them aside carelessly. His eyes widened slightly, and you giggled as he tried to hold his composure while kicking off his boots and pants.

"Sit up," you instructed, motioning for him to sit with his back against the cushions. He nodded and did as you asked, without taking his eyes off you. You climbed into his lap, carefully lining him up with your entrance before sinking down onto him. You both let out a small gasp as you stretched to accommodate his size. "Holy shit," you whispered, relishing in the fullness and how much more present you both were this time. He smiled as he snaked his hands up your thighs, finding your waist and letting his fingers dig in just a little. You rocked your hips slowly, rolling them as you moved and massaging the soft spot deep within you with the tip of his cock. His fingertips dug in more, guiding your hips in the same rhythm as he bucked his hips up into you.

"Y/n, you feel so..fucking good," he moaned, sucking his lower lip between his teeth as he watched you ride him. You could feel the knot in your tummy coiling and tightening with each motion. It felt like your bodies were melding together so you closed your eyes, just absorbing the pleasure of him fucking up into you as you rolled your hips against his. The little bundle of nerves grinding against the flat expanse above his cock was giving you an extra sensation that threatened to send you crashing and careening over the edge at any moment. "Look at me, please," he whined beneath you. Your eyes snapped open, and in your haze of pleasure somehow locked with his. His cool brown eyes were dark with blown out pupils, and you could almost see the desperation in them. The intimacy of this moment would normally be too much, but right now, with Danny, it felt..right. The knot in your belly came undone all at once as a tidal wave of pleasure washed over you. Your eyes started to close as you threw your head back, letting your moans fill the room, but you felt Danny's hand on your face pulling you back. He wanted to watch you ride it out, and you couldn't help it when the lazy fucked out smile spread across your face. "Oh fuck," he gasped for air as he yanked himself backwards and out of your core, spilling onto his tummy with a stream of obscenities.

You settled into the couch cushion beside him, leaning into him as you both caught your breath. He laid his head onto yours and let out a soft sigh. The record had ended at some point, and silence now filled the room...but it wasn't uncomfortable—if anything, it was comforting, just listening to Danny's breathing even out. He took off his shirt and used it to clean himself up with a quiet laugh. "So much for taking it slow," he said just loud enough for you to hear.

"Hey! I moved pretty slow," you shoved his shoulder playfully with a laugh. He giggled along with you as he leaned forward to pick up his pants and pull his phone out of his pocket to check the time.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," He muttered, standing up abruptly and pulling on his pants as he helped you to your feet. "Sam is on his way home. My room is the one on the left," he explained as he pointed towards the stairs. You hurried towards the stairs, wordlessly gathering your clothes as you went only to hear the front door click open as your feet hit the upper landing. You tiptoed down the narrow hall, careful not to call attention to yourself.

"Honey, I'm home!" Sam's voice boomed through the house followed by his iconic staccato laugh. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. 'What a goofball,' you thought to yourself as you stepped into the bedroom you were directed towards. It smelled like Danny, and you couldn't help but close your eyes and breathe it in. You started to slip into your body suit, but couldn't find it in the bundle of clothes that you brought upstairs. Shit. You quickly wiggled into your jeans and pulled on a black Church of Rock and Roll t-shirt that you found folded on his bed. "Smokey! Wanna go for a walk, bud—Hey! When did Josh get here?" You overheard Sam ask Danny. You peered down the steps, and saw Sam standing by the door, pulling the leash from the hook as Smokey pranced excitedly around his feet.

"What? Josh isn't here," Danny replied in a confused tone. He stepped into your line of sight and glanced up the stairs at you nervously.

"His jacket is here, though," Sam sounded confused, too, picking the jacket up off the hook to inspect it further. Fuck. You realized in that moment that you had accidentally grabbed the coat that Josh had lent you weeks ago. Danny cleared his throat nervously, and your legs nearly buckled when the door opened again. “When did you leave your jacket here?? I thought you beat me home,” Sam laughed as he welcomed his oldest brother inside with a clap on the back.

“Huh? I didn’t…” Josh trailed off as his eyes landed on you, huddled at the top of the stairs. He smirked before continuing, “Oh that one! I must have left it here the other day.” He lied easily with a shrug and you loosed a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

You heard the shuffling of footsteps, then Sam’s face appeared below you at the bottom of the steps. He flashed you a wide, toothy grin and held up your lost body suit. “It’s amazing you have any animals available for adoption when you provide this level of service,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and tossed your clothes up the stairs. You groaned in response before making your way down the stairs behind him.

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stepping stones to hell ch. 11

hello!! all previous chapters can be found here! also if you’re interested you can find it on ao3, i typically post there a bit before i can update on here.

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The next few days passed in a blur. They had played more kickass shows and this tour was honestly one of the most fun they had ever done. As the second week was coming to a close Robin realized she was sad there was only a week left. However, on the opposite side of that, she was excited to go home and see Nancy.

Just like the week before the two had talked nearly every day on the phone with the exception of Monday. Nancy had a busy schedule and had to fly out for an interview. However, everyday before that they hadn’t missed an opportunity to talk to one another.

She learned so much more about Nancy. She learned her favorite flower was a pink orchid. Nancy had also mentioned that if she had to choose her very last meal it would be her mom’s twice baked potatoes and Salisbury steak but chicken cordon bleu was a close second.

There had even been a night where the band got to stay in a motel. That night Robin and Nancy had stayed on the phone until Nancy fell asleep. So Robin also learned how Nancy sounded as she fell into a deep sleep.

Robin had laid there for a while, phone pressed to her ear, listening to Nancy sleep before she finally hung up the phone and went to sleep herself.

It was finally Tuesday which meant they would have another day off tomorrow. Robin loved Nashville so playing a show in Franklin meant they were so close. She had already planned to make a trip out tomorrow and search all the local shops.

“Bubs,” Gareth called from behind Robin. She turned to see him holding up a cropped Dio shirt, her gray cargo shorts and a pair of fishnet gloves. “Eddie said wear this.”

“Why?” she sat down her eyeliner and stood up. She crossed the dressing room to take the articles of clothing from Gareth who gave a shrug in return.

“I don’t know. He said wear it. Something about how he dresses us better than we dress ourselves.” He added an eye roll for dramatic effect.

“Well, what are you wearing?” She looked over at his usual ripped jeans and Ozzy shirt.

“Me? This.”

“How come you can dress yourself?” she asked in an almost offended tone.

“Because I only spend a handful of songs out on stage.” He smiled before walking backwards toward the door.

Robin flipped her middle finger up and Gareth exited with a laugh. She waited for the door to close before she started to change into her new outfit. It was true, of course. Everything Eddie put them in was always their best looks. But, still. She at least had to pretend to be irritated because she would never admit to Eddie he was right. His ego was already big enough.

After she was in her newly assigned outfit, she finished the eyeliner she had been in the middle of when Gareth had come in. Digging through her make-up she found a dark red lipstick she decided to wear tonight. Usually she would opt out of dark make-up because washing her face on the bus was hard but tonight she would be in a hotel so it was the perfect opportunity to go all out.

She dug around her bag some more, pulling out some face glitter she had bought a couple months back. Eddie had shown her to dab some hair gel on her cheeks before dusting glitter on with a brush so the glitter would stay. She did as he had shown her before deciding on adding some to her chest and the exposed part of her stomach as well.

She took a few steps back, staring in the mirror. She looked really cool in her opinion. Feeling satisfied with herself she slid on her chucks before leaving the dressing room to venture to Eddie’s.

She knocked once before opening the door. Eddie was sitting in a chair and Steve was using a comb to tease parts of Eddie’s hair before spraying hair spray. “Damn, Bucks. You look badass,” Eddie grinned.

“Thank you! I thought the glitter added a nice touch.”

“Indeed,” he grinned.

Steve looked up from Eddie’s hair and smiled, “You look great.”

“Oh my god he learned to compliment you. It’s been years. This is incredible,” Eddie mused. Steve rolled his eyes and flicked Eddie’s ear who gave a dramatic yelp.

“What’s the occasion?” Robin asked, taking a seat on the floor in front of them. She motioned at her outfit then at Eddie’s more-eccentric-than-usual outfit.

Eddie bounced his leg quickly and Steve touched his shoulder, “Calm down.”

“We have guests tonight.”

“Who?”

“You’ll see,” Eddie gave a quick smile but it fell quickly. It was hard to read his expression but she was almost sure he was nervous.

She watched him wring his hands before he started to twist his rings. “Why are you nervous?” she finally asked.

Eddie bit his lip, “Do you know who played in Nashville last night that our record label invited to come to the show?”

“Who?” Robin raised an eyebrow, a little more confused now. The guest was an artist?

It wasn’t unusual for musicians to show up with VIP and watch side stage. In fact, they had met a lot of people in the industry because of their shows. However, Robin had never seen Eddie so nervous to meet someone.

“Metallica is going to be here. James, Jason, Kirk and Lars. All of them.”

Robin felt her jaw drop. Why did they want to see Corroded Coffin? I mean she knew they were good but Metallica was huge. How often were they able to make time for smaller bands? I mean, it’s true, Corroded Coffin was on the cusp of pretty heavy fame. A whole sold out tour? 5,000 people every night? That wasn’t small.

Robin just stared at Eddie, blinking. “W-what? Why would you tell me that? What if I fuck up?”

“Pffft, not possible. You’re practically the best drummer ever.” Steve said in a nice tone. “See. Compliment.”

Robin rolled her eyes; she knew that was not true at all. She hadn’t even been drumming for ten years of her life. She was good, she did know that. She had practiced hard to get this good in the time since she started. But, she wasn’t even close to a legend. Not to mention everyone else in the band had been playing their instruments years before she started. “I’m gonna be sick.” She announced, standing up.

“Where are you going?” Steve questioned after her.

“To find a heavy traffic sidewalk to lay on!” She shouted back as she walked through the door.

To say Robin was nervous would have been an understatement. She stood in the hall, trying to hold her hands together to keep them from shaking. Which was nearly impossible.

Down the hall she could hear a group of voices approaching, one of which was Steve’s. He was introducing people as he passed them. She knew he was with the band. They must have arrived not long ago and he was walking them down since the show was starting soon. Damn. Steve was truly cut out for the management job. He sounded so professional and calm when he motioned at Robin.

“Oh, this is Robin Buckley, our drummer.” Steve said with a huff followed by a smile. Though he sounded collected she could see his eyelid twitch when he looked at her. He was hiding his nervousness considerably well.

James held out his hand for Robin to shake followed by Jason, Lars and Kirk. “Huge fan of you guys, it’s crazy you're here,” she said, trying to make sure the tremble in her voice wasn’t noticeable.

“Likewise. We were psyched to hear you guys were playing tonight while we were still in town. We’ve been trying to catch a show for awhile,” James offered with a smile.

A while?! What the fuck did that mean? Metallica knew who they were and apparently had known for ‘a while’. What. The. Fuck. This made her chest feel slightly cold. She couldn’t blow this.

James turned to say something to Eddie who gave Robin a huge, shocked smile. Robin gave him a thumbs up before starting her walk to the curtain. She could hear the crowd chanting for the band which normally thrilled her but tonight made her feel more nervous.

“Here,” Gareth said, meeting her with a bottle of water. He glanced at the rest of the band in disbelief where they stood conversing with Metallica. “Can you believe this shit?”

“No!” Robin said quickly in a whisper. “Like, what the fuck? Right? It doesn’t seem real. Them? Us? A while? What the fuck?” she whispered.

“Dude, I know! I thought Eddie was lying. I almost shit a brick when I walked out and seen Lars fucking Ulrich standing two feet away from me.”

Robin felt better knowing she wasn’t the only one shocked. She sighed and grabbed Gareth’s shoulder. “Tell me I can do this.”

“Are you kidding?” He placed both hands on her shoulders and shook her easily. “You’ve got this shit! You’re gonna go out there and blow their minds.” He ruffled her hair slightly before a crew member of the venue called for thirty seconds.

She bounced on her toes anxiously, waiting for the cue to go. It didn’t take long before she, Lance and Jeff crossed the stage with Eddie a few seconds behind. The room erupted in cheers.

She took her seat, unable to see much of the room from the lights spilling over the stage and moving quickly. She waited for Jeff to start, followed by Lance before taking her sticks and bringing them down, falling into her usual rhythm.

Fog flowed over the stage from the machines set up at both ends of the stage. The lights changed to red as Eddie stepped up to the microphone and started to sing.

Robin was trying hard to focus on her breathing as well as keeping her time. You do this multiple nights a week, you’re fine.

They’re normal people just like you, Eddie, Lance, Gareth and Jeff.

She pushed her foot against the kick pedal and blew out a breath.

The first song came to an end and they immediately fell into the second song. She felt herself becoming less nervous as the song finished. She rested her arms in her lap for a second after adjusting her in-ear monitors. Eddie always talked for a minute between the second and third song.

Gareth rushed some water to her as Eddie whistled into the mic. “Franklin Tennessee, holy shit. You guys have really packed the house tonight.” He paused, giving them time to cheer. “Tonight we have some very special guests in the house. Some back here and I also see a familiar face down in the crowd.”

Robin raised an eyebrow, trying to see if she could notice whoever it was Eddie was talking about. The glare of the light shining right down on him made it impossible for her to see around. “Anyways, we just want to say thank you guys for always showing up. Did you know this leg of our tour is completely sold out?” As Eddie continued Robin pulled out one of her in-ears so she could hear just how loud the crowd actually was.

Her eyes widened. This was the best show yet. Wait until Wheeler hears about this. She thought.

Eddie finished up his speech and the band started on the next song. Robin looked around at the fans as the lights started to dim finally. She saw a woman with short wavy dark hair smiling directly at her. Robin’s heart skipped a beat.

Nancy was here.

Robin couldn’t help but smile in her direction. No one else in the crowd would have known but Nancy did. She held up a hand and gave a small wave at Robin.

Robin smiled again before stomping on the kick pedal. Seeing Nancy here seemed to make all of her anxiety about playing this show ebb away. An overwhelming feeling of confidence washed over Robin and seemed to extend right out of her hands as she continued to play.

Focusing on the show as best as she could, she only took a second to wonder why Nancy was here while she stopped for water. She met Steve at the curtain for water as Eddie took the stage with Jeff and their acoustic guitars. “What’s Nancy doing here?”

Steve smiled and shrugged, “I don’t know.” Robin raised an eyebrow and Steve raised his hands defensively, “I’ll let her explain it. But dude! You’re killing out there. And those guys,” Steve pointed his thumb in the direction of Metallica, “are eating it up. Keep it up!”

Robin waited for Eddie and Jeff to be almost to the end of the song before running back out to her platform and sitting herself on the stool. Nancy was singing along to the song but stopped to smile at Robin when she watched her return. Robin smiled, looking down at her hands, she knew everyone could see her face turning red if they were paying attention to her.

As they started the last half of their set Robin couldn’t help but to continue to steal glances at Nancy. Everytime she looked at Nancy, she was bouncing around, never missing a lyric or beat.

Damn. Tonight was wild. Metallica and Nancy had shown up, more than likely to surprise her. She couldn’t wait to tell Nancy how this really was the best show so far.

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