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viperineee · 5 days ago

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𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 (𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍)

you told ambessa you would be fine on the mission, that nothing could go wrong. so why…

modern day mob boss ambessa x assassin wife reader

6 hours ago, you were laying in bed with your wife, complaining because you wanted extra sleep before your mission. it was already late in the afternoon, and ambessa finally dragged you out of bed. after all, you slept through lunch.

5 hours ago, you were giggling with her as you both showered and she was getting handsy while she claimed to be washing your back.

4 hours ago, you were getting briefed on the final little details about your target, who he may be with and where. you picked a team to accompany you, and ambessa fed you fruit so you weren’t hungry while you were gone.

3 hours ago, she cornered you in the weapons room, kissing you deeply and wishing you luck on your mission, and told you not to do anything stupid. “i’ll see you later.” you squeezed her hand. she waved goodbye as you departed on a helicopter. ambessa was in her office, doing paperwork and awaiting the call that you were successful. without knowing, you both looked out of the window, the sun setting and leaving a beautiful red, orange, and yellow sky.

2 hours ago, you were tracking your target down, your team following closely behind you as you closed in on a warehouse. something felt wrong in the pit of your stomach, but you ignored it. shrugged it off as adrenaline, or unwanted nerves because it was a high risk target. ambessa was sitting with her advisors, who were also waiting on your return to celebrate the win. after all, once this target was gone, ambessa would’ve won everything. she’d have everything, she’d be the most powerful mob boss in this day and age.

1 hour ago, you broke into the warehouse, engaging in a total shootout. it was dark, and you were going on pure instinct as you shot at people. you weren’t sure who was your actual target, you could only identify your allies as they passed by in the thin streams of moonlight. the moon was full. you could hear bodies falling between rounds of bullets flying, and yet you kept a level head. you ran deeper into the warehouse to look for the wanted man. the sounds of bullets became less prominent, an eerie quiet slowly filling the warehouse. you couldn’t tell who was dead and who was alive.

you tiptoed around the warehouse, being mindful of your surroundings. you kept your ears sharp, listening for anything that might give away the location of someone around you. a splash was heard, and you looked down, a pool of blood under your boot. the metallic scent filled the air, it would be nauseating for someone who was used to it. you crouched down, examining the face of the victim closely. one of your comrades, eyes empty of any life with a bullet hole between them.

“ambessa is a fool.” you heard behind you, and you stood quickly, turning with a gun in hand. a shot rang out, heat immediately flooding your body. you fell to the ground, wincing from the pain as your head hit the concrete floor. the room felt like it was spinning, and you tried to reign in your emotions as fast as you could. you wheezed, eyes bouncing around in the darkness. your gun was too far to reach, and whoever had shot you, was coming closer. you pat around, searching the body next to you for any type of weapon.

your hand wrapped around a gun, and you prayed there was ammunition left. you waited until they stepped over you, keeping your hand concealed in the darkness. he grabbed your shirt, yanking you up and holding you eye level with him, feet hovering above the ground. “pussy.” you grit out, placing the barrel of the gun against his chest and shooting it. he dropped you, collapsing as easily as you did. you cough, blood dripping onto your chin as you stare up at the ceiling.

was this it? your shaky hands reached for your pocket, pulling out a cell phone and dialing ambessa’s number. blood stained the screen, but you put the phone on speaker and placed it by your head, putting pressure on the wound. her phone rang, and she picked it up almost instantly. “hello?” she answered, her voice giving you warmth. “the mission…was a success. he’s dead.” you rasped, hearing the clapping of the people in the background.

blood dripped out of the wound, and you guessed it must’ve punctured a lung. ambessa sensed it, something had gone wrong. why were you breathing so heavy?

“what happened? when are you coming back?” she held her hand up to silence her advisors, trying to hear you as clearly as possible. you gulp, swallowing down a mix of saliva and blood. “i don’t think i am coming back.” you told her, a beat of silence passing. you spoke again before she could. “i was hit. im bleeding, bad. no one survived-no one is coming.” your breathing quickened.

“no, stop that kind of talk. im on my way. just keep talking to me, stay alive.” she rushed out of the office, running down to her car. you wanted to roll your eyes at her stubbornness, but you’d save it for later…oh, the afterlife. you swiped down on the phone, pressing the record button. she’d need this, you figured.

“you aren’t going to make in time, my love. please…listen to me.” you felt the hot tears rolling, the weight of what was happening finally hitting you. you could hear the engine of her car roaring in the background, she was definitely breaking major traffic laws.

“i will, just stay alive until i get there.” she swerved between other cars on the road, and you roll onto your side, the non bleeding side of course. you opt for ignoring her, sighing as the cold floor comforted you. “remember that night at the lake? i told you i-knew a spot. you never seen so many fireflies before.” you chuckle, although it was getting harder to breathe without coughing.

ambessa’s eyes were blurry, unwanted tears fogging her vision. she blinked them away to focus on driving, trying to defy physics to get to you. “i remember. you were afraid after a fish swam against your leg.” her voice cracked, and you heard it. you sniffle, arm shaking as you try to maintain pressure on the wound. you knew it was no good, but you’d try anyway.

“oh, ambessa. please don’t cry.” you whisper, and for the first time in a long time, you heard her sob. “if it makes you feel better, i went-went out like a badass. i called him a pussy.” you try to lift the mood, although you only laughed at yourself. “im coming, dearest. please, just hold on. keep talking.” she was crying, violently wiping her eyes as her eyes burned into the road.

“okay… i love you, so much. i cant say i don’t deserve this, ive killed so many people. but, i don’t think im afraid. i helped you complete your dream, right?” you ask her, and even if you couldn’t see her, she nodded. “yes, my darling. you helped me love, you taught me things i never thought i could learn. you gave me two beautiful children, who love you so much. and you have to see them again.” that’s what caused you to break. mel, who was still alive, and kino who had sadly passed on too soon.

“promise me you’ll do right by mel. make up with her, please. she-she at least deserves that.” you cry, eyes burning with tears. “i promise I’ll try.”

a few minutes of silence passed, too many thoughts and memories filling your head to try and pick just one. “are you still there?” Ambessa asked, too afraid of the silence that may return. you inhale weakly, the air barely filling your lungs. “i don’t feel it. the bullet, or the injury. im sorry, but i think im dying. i know you told me to never be afraid, but im scared.” you admit to her, letting you arm fall to the side, no longer applying pressure to the wound. it was too late.

“don’t…don’t be afraid. im right here with you. you aren’t alone.” she told you, her stomach tightening and her heart sinking. ambessa wanted to throw up, but her goal was to get to the warehouse. she was so close but so far.

“i don’t think im getting into heaven.” you mumble weakly, your eyes heavy and your voice groggy. ambessa’s mouth went dry, her hand gripping the wheel with a strangling tightness. “no, you will. you’re so sweet, you’re caring. you never hurt children or animals, you had faith. you were a great mother and wife, don’t ever doubt that. if anyone deserves to see heaven, it’s you.” she vowed to you, and it made you smile.

“will you miss me, my love? i don’t want to die without knowing if someone will miss me.” you wheeze, your ears ringing as you stopped being able to move your body. “i will miss you every second of my remaining life. i am nothing without you. i am so sorry i made you do this. please forgive me.” she spoke, not knowing you could no longer hear. you missed the second half of her sentence, your last breaths of life leaving you.

“kino…daddy?” you whispered, your head lolling to the side. ambessa heard, and that’s when she knew it was all over. her cries rang through the car, she yelled, screamed, and cursed everything as she got rounded the corner. she never hung up the phone, even as she pulled up in front of the warehouse. she burst through the door, looking around until she found your body. your eyes were open, blood pooled around your body. it stained your clothes and skin, and it dripped out of your mouth.

ambessa knelt down next to you, scooping your body into her arms as she sobbed into your lifeless chest. you were still warm, but you had no heartbeat, no breath. she squeezed you tightly, your diamond ring now coated in blood as it remained on your finger. “I’ll see you on the other side.” she told you, picking up your body and carrying it out to the car.

she bought you home, had a proper burial for you. she never moved your things, she kept your perfume and never washed your clothes. she slept with your shirt on a pillow, keeping it by her side every night. your wedding ring was kept on a chain, used as a necklace she never took off.

because the last time she saw you, was the last time she’d seen the sun.

#viper works ᪥#ambessa angst #angst #arcane angst #ambessa x you #ambessa medarda #i cried

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viperineee · 11 days ago

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𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑

older cowboy sevika x younger citygirl reader

you visit your uncle and cousins for the summer, not realizing that they had the hottest next door neighbor you’ve ever seen

cw: drinking, smoking, barely made it up the stairs sex, fingering, oral sex, 69, strap-on sex, reader does the knee thing, age gap (reader is mid twenties, sevika is late thirties, early forties), tension, some time skips, reader is a bold tease, modern au, ps I suck at writing dialogue

“it’s too fucking hot.” you mutter, already complaining and you’ve barely been on the ranch for ten minutes. you step out of the car, using your hand to shield your eyes from the blaring sun above you. of course you’d come on the hottest day of the year.

“well, look who finally showed up.” your cousin, Brandi, greets you, stepping off of the porch. “ready to go home already.” you smirk, wrapping your arms around her when she was close enough. you hadn’t seen her in a few months since she graduated university and moved out of your apartment. “c’mon, it ain’t that bad.” she smiles, looking over your choice of outfit. you wore a thin red tank top with a leopard print bra that peeked over the hem, denim jean shorts that barely covered your ass, and a silver belt with a huge buckle.

“you know i hate heat. i don’t know how you live in this oven.” you check your phone, seeing you had low bars all the way out here. you follow your cousin into the house, greeting all of your younger cousins as you went through.

“daddy! she’s here!” Brandi called through the house, her voice echoing off of the walls. “want a beer?” she offered, pulling you into the kitchen. you shrug, pulling a carton of cigarettes out of your back pocket. you and your cousin catch up, filling each other in on what you’ve been doing the last six months. “oh, so then she slept with him, which was fine if she wasn’t-” you cut yourself off from spilling gossip when the side door opened, a large woman stepping through and holding a box.

she stopped, looking you up and down a few times before your cousin spoke up. “hey, sevika. he’s in the garage i think.” she points her finger towards the back door, and you felt your lips quirk into a smile. oh, she was hot. she was wearing a white wife beater, a few grease stains but it honestly made her look better. she had a few scars, short hair, and arm veins that would give you an orgasm if you looked longer.

“who’s your friend?” sevika asked, jerking her chin towards you. you sip your wine cooler, waving at her with your fingers. “oh, that’s my cousin.” Brandi introduced you, and you leaned forward when you told her your name, tilting your head as you study her. when she went back to the garage, boots thudding against the wooden floor, you sharply turn to your cousin. she read the look in your eyes almost instantly, and she groaned.

“no, no way. she’s like, old, dude.” she fake gagged, and you smile. “you know i love older women. they don’t make ‘em like that in the city.” you turn to the direction sevika had walked, and you jump out of the stool you were sitting in. “think I’m gonna say hi to my uncle.” you wink, and brandi only shook her head.

you happily walk to the back where the garage was, a little sway to your hips as you push open the door. “hey, there’s my little star.” your uncle smiled, holding his arms out for a hug. you made small talk before looking at the truck he was working on. you felt her gaze on you, watching you as you lean against the car.

“nice car, when’d you get it?” you ask, twirling your lighter between your fingers. as he went into the details of the car, you saw sevika place a cigarette between her lips. you couldn’t help but bite yours, tasting the slight minty taste of your lipgloss. she pat her pockets, looking for something. “shit”, she cursed, looking around on the ground. “can’t find my light.”

you step forward, close enough she could smell the sweet cherry perfume you wore, mixed with the subtle smell of cigarettes. you lean down a bit, sparking your lighter so her her cigarette would light. she looked up at you, and you almost stepped back from the intensity of her gaze. “thanks sugar.” she smirked, blowing the smoke from the corner of her mouth.

that was the first interaction. two weeks have gone by since then, and you made it your mission to have her. you went out in dainty clothing, relaxing in the sun despite your hatred for sweating. you laid in the grass on a blanket, wearing a pink bikini top and micro shorts when she came out over to help with the car. she’d occasionally speak, offering to smoke.

you thought you’d never have your chance until one night, when your uncle and cousins went to visit your aunt. they left you in the house, and you wanted to get drunk. so, you did the only logical thing you could think of: you knocked on her door. the sun was going down, and you were wearing a pair of low rise jeans and a black tank top with deftones written in cursive. you held a six pack of beer in one hand and held a bottle of tequila in the crook of your arm.

she swung the door open, holding a beer in one hand. you didn’t say anything at first, too busy openly staring at the sight of her happy trail peeking from the gap between her wife beater and her dark jeans. you licked your lips, lowering your eyes as if you had x-ray vision. oh, she was a woman. you could only imagine what sex with her was like, to have her tall frame hovering over you while tribbing. she was probably a beast in bed, and the way her fingers are? oh, she definitely knows foreplay- “did you need somethin’?” she interrupted your daydreaming and you clear your throat, ignoring the heat creeping up your neck.

“yeah…yeah, uh, wanna drink? family’s out of the house for a while, and i thought you’d enjoy a beer.” you shrug, waving the beers in hand. she sighed, opening the door wider for you to step in. she guided you to the living room where low rock music was playing on a speaker. you place the bottles down, and sevika groaned internally, seeing the peek of a black pair of panties when you bent over.

“i’ll go get some ice and cups. make yourself comfortable.” she nods towards the couch, walking away before she could act on her urges. you sit on the soft grey sofa, crossing your legs as you twist open the bottle of tequila. you took a few swigs of it straight, wanting to get the worst of it over with already. sevika was taking her good time in the kitchen, and you were already getting antsy.

you pulled out your box of cigarettes, pulling out a joint you had stashed inside. you pulled out a lighter, one you had decorated yourself, and sparked it. blowing the smoke into the air, you listened to limp bizkit’s “break stuff”playing from the speaker. you nod your head along to the beat, and a few moments later sevika came back, placing the glass of ice next to you.

“you know the song?” she asked, sitting down in the spot next to you. you blow smoke out of your nose, coughing at the slight burning sensation in your chest. “i wanted to see them live, but never had the chance.” you clear your throat, leaning your elbows on your knees. sevika was too busy staring at your tits to hear your words, or see you holding the joint out for her.

“you wanna hit this?” you ask again, watching panic strike across her face. oh, she heard that part though. “are you sure?” she asks, and your brows pull together in confusion. “i mean…i have more weed if that’s what you’re concerned about.” you raise a brow, and a beat of silence passed before she laughed. like, an actual laugh.

“i thought…nevermind. yeah, pass it.” she said, shaking her head as she took the joint from your hands. you both talked and listened to music for a while, easily drinking over a quarter of the bottle. your feet, no shoes, were propped up on the couch, laughing over the shit she was talking about people at her job. “i swear, if he raised his IQ points two more, he’d be as smart as a rock.” she shook her head, putting her cigarette out in the ashtray.

“i need some more ice. wanna show me where it is?” you nod towards the kitchen, and she stood up. you extend a lazy hand, too high to even want to stand up, much less on your own. she wrapped her hand around yours, yanking you up with one swift motion. you would’ve flew into the table had she not managed to stable you in time with her arm.

“at least we know those muscles aren’t for show.” you say smugly, patting her bicep before strolling into the kitchen, leaving sevika watching the sway of your hips. “it comes from the fridge. second button.” she points, slipping behind you to press it herself. you could feel the warmth radiating from her body, looking at the frame of her figure out of the corner of your eye.

“thanks.” you mumble, turning while leaving your cup on the tray under the ice dispenser. she looked down at you, grey eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips. your eyes meet for a few seconds, as if you were both thinking about it. “fuck it.” she huffs, her arm wrapping around your waist and she kissed you. you met her lips with eager vigor, your arms hanging off of her shoulders. she took a step forward, pressing your lower back against the kitchen counter. she barely managed to get words out between feverish kisses.

“let’s-go-upstairs.” she mumbled, and you nod, slowly sliding your arms from around her neck. you followed her blindly, both of you a little tipsy and too horny to make it a few steps with stopping to kiss each other. you couldn’t help the alcohol dripped giggles that slipped past your lips as you stumble up the last few steps. it was a mess of sloppy kisses and giggles, Sevika’s belt hit the wooden stairs and your shirt followed soon after.

her room was easily identifiable, the door swung open and the smell of her cologne was most evident. you were struggling with you jeans as you walk into the room, and her hand slid down your back, cupping your ass. “i can’t get them unbuttoned.” you say, your voice light as she buries her face in the crook of your neck. she hummed, guiding you to the bed and sitting you down. you lay back without her telling you to, her hands easily pulling the button of your jeans apart. her hands moved to pull the zipper down, but she paused, looking at something intently.

she blinked once. twice. and then a smile graced her face, the gap between her teeth only adding to her beautiful features. you look down to see just what she found so funny, and that’s when you saw it. the red fabric behind your zipper, sewn in the denim of your jeans. it read “lucky you” with a clover above the words. “fuck yeah, lucky me.” she nods appreciatively, using the hooks of your jeans to pull them down your legs.

her eyes roam your body, from your bra with a diamond logo resting between your tits, to your panties, the boy short style underwear hugging your hips and curves nicely. sevika leans over you, placing heavy and hot kisses down your neck, collarbone, and the tops of your breasts.

you snake your hands behind your back, undoing the clasp of your bra and letting it fall down your chest. her lips immediately latch onto your nipple, her fingers circling the other one. you slid your leg between hers, your thigh and knee rubbing her cunt through her jeans. you felt her pause, glancing up at you with glossed over eyes. you kept your knee at a slow, steady pace while she continued to play and fondle with your chest.

you lift her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side and staring at her bare chest. you were mesmerized by their size alone, mouth watering over the sight of her brown areola. “fuck.” you huff, holding one of her tits in your palm. you meet her eyes, yours clouded with lust. “i need to taste you. please, baby.” you plead, increasing the speed of your knee. she nods immediately, desperately. she stood, working at her jeans while you pull your panties down, kicking them somewhere in the room you didn’t see.

you both moved quick with a hunger, placing a knee on either side of her body while backing up. you licked your lips at the sight of her pussy, covered by thick dark hair. you wiggle your hips, leaning down and pushing your tongue between her folds. you could practically taste the day she’s had, the tang of her pussy filled your senses as you eagerly flick your tongue against her clit. you enjoyed the sight of your pretty acrylic nails spreading her pussy lips apart, giving your more access to her throbbing cunt.

meanwhile, sevika was enjoying this almost way too much. her tongue pushed in and out of your clenching hole, drinking the juices straight from the source. the room was filled with muffled moans and the sound of both of your pussies squelching. you gasp sharply when sevika pushed a finger into you, her tongue flatly rubbing against your clit. if her body wasn’t there, your thighs would’ve clamped around her head. then again, she’d probably enjoy that as well.

you pull your head up for a bit of air, your voice echoing off of the walls of her room. your fingers continue to circle her clit, occasionally dipping in to fuck her pussy. you felt her clench around your fingers, her hips bucking slightly and almost hitting your lip. “gonna cum? already? shame on you.” you tease lightly, suckling on her clit to hide the fact that you too were close to an orgasm.

normally you’d last longer, have wittier comebacks and have shit to say. but, between the weed and the tequila, you would have to save the words you want to say for a later time. oh, cause after one taste of her pussy, you knew you’d be back almost every day before you left. “fuck, sugar!” she groaned loudly, her fingers curling upward as she came around your fingers. you dip your head back down, using your fingers to coax out more of the evidence of her hard orgasm.

you didn’t stop, not until she used her thumb to circle your clit and fuck you with her tongue. “oh-oh god.” you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut as you grind against her face. you sit upright, rocking your pussy against her face to ride out your orgasm. right before it became overstimulating, you got off of her face, kneeling on the bed beside her as you both caught your breath. “do me a favor, sweet thing. go in my nightstand and grab my strap.” she rests her arm over her eyes, pointing to the dark wood nightstand beside her bed.

you got up giddy, searching the drawers of the stand before finding the dark leather harness. you place it on her stomach, and she sits up, her pupils blown. she leans across the bed, pulling out some baby wipes. you watched her wipe down the strap, wiggling in anticipation. “how do you want it?” she looked at you through her thick lashes, but you barely processed her words, your eyes bouncing between her tits and her strap in her hands.

“dealers choice then.” she shrugged, standing up to pull the harness up her legs. that’s when you snapped out of the fantasy land you had drifted off to. you slide across her bed, turning onto your stomach and the balls of your feet pressed into her carpet. “shit, yes. get to see this pretty ass clap when i fuck it.” her palm slapped your ass, leaving a stinging feeling on the skin. she didn’t need lube, you were still soaked from your orgasm. her hands spread your asscheeks apart, watching in amazement as the tip of her cock teased your hole.

“stop-ah-teasing.” you choke out, the girth of it all making you stumble over your own words. dark red acrylic nails gripped the sheets tightly, forehead resting on your forearm as she pushed the entire length in one steady movement. when she bottomed out, she heard the choked whimper escape your throat. she smiled sadistically, her fingers finding your hair and tangling themselves in the strands. “not so cocky now, huh doll face?” she pulled back until only the tip remained inside, and then thrusted herself in until her hips smacked your ass.

“shit! oh, fuck-hah-fuck, fuck.” you melt around her strap, your knees buckling under your weight. her fingers tug a bit, giving you a mix of subtle pain and a shit ton of pleasure. her hand moves from your ass to your hip, keeping you in one spot while she continues her assault on your pussy. “oh, yeah, yeah right there.” you grunt with every thrust.

“yeah? look at you, taking my cock so fucking good.” she praises you, leaning down so her chest pressed against your back. you tried to come up with words, anything to say. your mouth opened and closed, jaw trembling as your mind fails you. “such a pretty thing. been teasin’ me since you got here, wearing those small ass bikinis to lay outside. practically beggin’ me to come and fuck ya. isn’t that right?” she chuckles, kissing between your shoulder blades.

“mhm, wanted your cock all this time. it’s in my fuckin’ stomach!” you cry out, thighs clamping together as you come again. but she didn’t stop, her hands turning you over onto your back. she slammed into you again, a scream unwillingly leaving your throat. “shhh, you’ve been taking it so good. keep going, for me.” she whispered in your ear, leaving kisses and bite marks down the length of your neck.

with tearful eyes, you nod. your shaky hand snakes up her body, resting at the base of her throat while she marks your body as hers. because, even if this was temporary, you were hers for the moment. especially now, when it felt like she was trying to touch your heart with the tip of her dick.

“making me-mmm-cum so good. doin’ so good.” you return her praises, and she licked up your jaw. you turn your head, meeting her halfway to meet in a kiss. it was messy, your tongues clashing and a bit of drool dripping down the side of your lips. whether it was hers or yours was up for debate.

your nails leave deep scratches along her back, angry welts forming against her skin. she hissed, feeling another wave of wetness seep from her pussy. the overstimulation creeped up your legs, the buzzing sensation so reaching your spine. “aw, is my poor baby going to cum again? go ahead, doll face. cum all over your dick.” she urged, her hand smacking your thigh.

“all mine, fuck, all mine.” you groan, your back arching off of the bed. she nods, peppering kisses all over your face. your nails dug into her arms, jaw slack and eyes rolled back as you came for the final time. the cream coming from your pussy coated her cock and dripped onto her sheets beneath you. “oh, gooood job, baby. fuck, so creamy. all for me?” she asked, watching you nod dumbly.

she’d keep going if it wasn’t for the heavy knock at the door. her head snapped up, and she eased her cock out of your pussy before walking to her bedroom window. “shit! your uncles back already. c’mon, sweet girl, sit up.” she quickly tugging the harness down her legs. you had to take a few seconds to register what she said before you jump up as well. “where are my panties?” you look around the room, clipping your bra onto your body.

“take my boxers for the night.” she threw you a fresh pair out of the pack, and you quickly put them on, your jeans following. you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, darkening hickeys forming. “i need a hoodie.” you panic, pulling one out of the closet. you used it to hide your body, specifically the hickeys and the hand prints.

“you can keep that.” she says gruffly, pulling a tshirt over her head. you’d be teasing her about the sweet action if you weren’t rushing down the stairs. you slip your shoes on and sit on the couch just in time for her to open the door. you quickly grab the tequila bottle, taking a shot to act as if you had been doing nothing but drinking.

“hey is- oh, there she is. we’re ordering pizza, you coming?” your uncle nodded towards the house, and you nod, holding the bottle in one hand. “sevika, are you coming?” he asked, moving aside so you can get past. you snort, laughing on your way down the steps of her porch.

“well she was.” you chuckle, and she glared at you while your uncle gave a confused look. “she means that I’ve been drinking, so it wouldn’t sit well on my stomach. plus im lactose, I can’t be shittin’ all night.” she lied, and you turn, trying to hide the shakiness in your legs.

“have a nice night, sevika.” you wave, biting your lip. she nods, bidding you both a good night before shutting the door. your uncle walked beside you, his hand holding your shoulder. “didn’t think you to would get along. glad to see she has someone she finally likes.” he grinned, and you shrugged. “im glad too.”

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