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flemingsfreckles · 2 months

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Be a Good Teammate pt. 2

Jessie Fleming x USWNT!Reader (also Seattle!Reader)

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Warnings: none, this is a pretty relaxed chapter

WC: 2.8k

A/N: thank you so much for the support on what is now Part 1. Due to how many people requested a continuation of this fic, I figured I’d go for it! This is more of a filler/plot mover part of the story. There will be at least one more part that will be a lot more interesting but if there’s enough interest and I have the ideas, maybe it’ll be many more parts.

It had been a couple weeks since you had talked with Jessie on the field in San Diego. You haven't heard anything from her, not that you were expecting to after she had told you she had a lot on her plate. Not hearing from her had bothered you a bit in the beginning, thoughts of her constantly popping up in your mind. She was a minor distraction. As time went on and you didn’t hear from her you went back to the way you had been before you had seen her. You were able to brush off the thoughts of her easily, getting back into your routine as if you hadn’t even seen her.

Something deep down hoped you’d wake up to a text from her. That hope diminished as the days passed. It wasn't until the week before your team was supposed to take the trip to Portland to play that you heard from her.

Unknown: Hey, this is well overdue but I just wanted to apologize, I was rude to you after the gold cup game. Not an excuse but I was in a pretty rough state. Thanks for what you said too.

Unknown: by the way this is Jessie, I had to get a new number to use in the US. Feel free to delete my UK number. Keep the Canada one, I still use that.

Unknown: I got your number from Coffey.

Unknown: Hope that’s okay. You can just delete this number if you’d rather.

Reading her texts made you smile and let out a small laugh, she texted exactly how she would talk. You can practically hear her voice while reading through the texts, how she probably sat there overthinking each text only to then feel guilty for not just double or triple but quadruple texting you. You clicked on her number, changing her name in your phone to Jessie (USA).

Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard as you thought about responding. Deciding against replying at the moment, you lock your phone again and climb out of bed. You throw on your clothes for training then head to your kitchen to make a quick breakfast and coffee.

Training was rough. It was less that the physical workout was hard, it had actually been a lighter day being only 2 days away from game day. It was rough because you couldn't focus.

Your mind kept drifting to the few texts you had received from Jessie. Had she been thinking about you all these weeks? Why did she wait so long? Maybe she was only thinking about you since you would be seeing her this weekend. But maybe she was thinking of you for other reasons. Maybe she was ready to start being friends? Maybe you could end up as more? All the thoughts related to her were swarming around your head, leading you to be in a fog at practice.

It was embarrassing to say the least, missing touches, overpowering or underpowering your passes, even tripping over your own feet a couple times. After you had fallen to your knees while doing individual dribbling drills, for the third time that day at practice Quinn stepped over to you extending their hand.

“Are you good?” Concern in their eyes as they pulled you up.

“Yeah, just in my own head today.” trying to give a convincing smile shaking your head at your own behavior. You had managed to push Jessie so far back in your mind for years, why was she messing with you now.

“Alright, if you need to talk let me know, or go see the psychologist. The team has them for a reason. We need you to stay on your feet Saturday.” They pat you on the back and go back to finish their dribbling drill.

“Thanks.” You gave Quinn a smile, knowing damn well you wouldn't bring yourself to talk with them. They were one of the best listeners on the team and had heard out your other issues, anxieties and just general venting. There was no way you were going to talk to Quinn about their own national team teammate. You didn’t need it coming back to Jessie that she was on your mind.

You were so thankful when you were called to huddle up and end practice. Heading back to the locker room you peeled your sweaty jersey off, throwing a sweatshirt on instead, grabbing your phone and heading to the trainer’s room. You greeted the staff, walking over to the ice bath and hopping in. The icy water causes goosebumps to appear across your skin. It felt good, you knew it would, you often would use a cold shower to clear your mind, but this counted as your recovery as well so it was a bonus. You stripped off your sweatshirt leaving you standing shivering in your sports bra. You took a deep breath and let your knees give, sinking your whole body under the water.

Under the water was peaceful, quiet, the freezing water causing your brain to go blank, no thoughts of the bad training, no thoughts of Jessie, no thoughts of what to make for dinner tonight, nothing. So you waited, sitting on the bottom of the tub prolonging your peace. Running out of air, you resurfaced to find a few teammates and members of the training staff to be looking at you. Feeling suddenly self conscious you grabbed your sweatshirt throwing it back on. “What?” you harshly asked in the general direction of your teammates. None of them responding, shaking their heads or just looking away.

Before you could make it out of the locker room you heard your name called and saw your coach standing behind you.

“Can you come to my office before you head out?” She asked.

“Yeah no problem, just give me a second to change my shorts, I’ll be right up.” You tried to appear calm on the outside. On the inside you were stressing. Why did she need to talk to you, maybe you were being traded and you'd be able to dodge Jessie longer. Maybe she was taking you off the travel roster, maybe she was going to yell at you for your performance today. You quickly changed into some dry pants and walked over and into the coaching office.

“Go ahead and shut the door.” She pointed behind you when you walked in. Her words make your stomach sink. You sat down, not saying anything, just looking at her across the desk. She finishes up something on the computer, hitting the power button and turning back to face you. She taps her hands on the desk and starts talking. “Look, I’m going to tread lightly here, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Your best attempt at a smile comes across your face.

“You realize why I have to ask, right?” you just nod at her question. “I don't mean to be crass but that was the worst practice you've had since you started here. I get it, everyone has an off day, but that to me looked like a lot more than just an off day.”

“I’m good, I just had a bit on my mind.” She wasn't telling you anything you didn't know but hearing her criticism of your performance hurt, you didn't want to disappoint her.

“Do I need to take you off of our roster for this weekend's game?”

“No!” You're quick to protest her offer. “I promise, I’ll have it sorted by then.” Not sure if you're trying to convince yourself or your coach at this point you keep talking. “You can count on me.”

“I want to believe that, I do. I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt on this one, I’ll leave you on the roster, we really need you for this game, but I’d rather not put you out there if your performance is going to look like it did today.”

“Yes Coach, I understand. I’ll be good.”

She turns back to a stack of papers, grabbing off a small slip from the top. She hands it to you, you look at it recognizing the name and contact information of the team’s sports psychologist and the team’s standard psychologist. “Take this, I’m not saying you need to talk to anyone, but it's good information to always have.”

You look up from the paper, thinking it's silly how now two people had recommended that you needed professional help, all over the fact that you had a silly little crush on an old teammate.

“Thanks Coach, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You stood up pushing in the chair behind you, leaving her office. You walked down the hallway back toward the locker room to grab your bag. Before you head out you quickly pack your travel back, throwing in your boots, shin pads, extra socks, tape before dropping the bag at the front of the room where your teammates had placed theirs. You moved back

Part of you cursed Jessie for reaching out, you had been able to push your thoughts of her back in your mind after you had talked but now that she had reached out she was back in the forefront. Opening your phone as you walked out of the training facility, you opened your messages and clicked on Jessie’s name. You opened her contact, frustrated from your performance at practice and causing your coach to consider benching you, you wanted to blame it on her. You hover your finger over the delete button. You then moved your thumb to where it read Block This Number. Before you could think twice you pressed it, the messages from her disappearing, no trace of her new number on your phone. While you were at it you proceeded to delete her number from the UK. You left her Canadian number, she never used that one to talk to you, no harm in it staying. You were hoping blocking her new number would also block the thoughts of her.

You learned very quickly though the night that if anything, blocking her number made Jessie more prominent in your mind. She was in your mind while you drove home. You thought about her while you stood under the cold water of your shower, she was in your mind while you cooked. Trying to distract yourself you grabbed a book and the book worked. It kept Jessie out of your mind until you realized how much you liked the book, one of the best ones you had read in a while. You decided to open GoodReads, immediately closing it when the first thing you saw upon opening the app was Jessie’s name, she had recently rated a book. You had forgotten that you were even friends on the app, you hadn't read or rated a book in a long time. Deciding you’ve had enough, you pull yourself off the couch and into the bedroom to try and get some sleep.

Setting your alarm for the next morning, you climbed into bed, deciding to count sheep to prevent your mind from wandering. It took many minutes of tossing and turning before you were able to fall asleep. Despite the long day you had mentally and physically, sleep did not come easy. Unfortunately, once you were asleep, you didn’t stay asleep long, feeling restless when you woke up for the fourth time that night, the sky was still dark outside. You roll over checking the time 3:18am. Still half asleep you reach for your phone, sliding it open. Squinting at the bright light you find your settings, opening your list of blocked numbers, finding Jessie’s you click unblock. You open your messages, type in her name and then a message.

You: No problem, see you Saturday.

You're not sure what you're saying no problem to, if it's because she apologized, if it's because she thanked you for talking to her or if it's to the fact that she had asked Sam for your number. Sleep is still fogging your brain. You hit send, shut off your phone and roll over hoping you can get some more sleep before your alarm wakes you.

You wake up to the sound of your alarm. You gave yourself an extra hour in the morning to pack before you had to meet at the stadium to travel. You threw on your travel sweats and shirt before throwing an assortment of sweatpants, t-shirts, and shorts into a bag, not caring what you packed for the 3 day trip. Moving into the bathroom you packed your toiletries, before heading back to your bedroom to grab your phone and the charger.

Jessie (USA): See you Saturday.

You do a double take at the message, last remembering that you had blocked her number. You open it, seeing that you, in fact, had not blocked her but instead you had texted her at 3 in the morning. “Oh you idiot,” you insulted yourself. You threw your phone in your pocket while packing your charger in your bag.

It wasn't long until you were sitting on the bus, stretching your body across two seats, trying to get comfortable. The buses had to be one of the most uncomfortable parts of playing, unfortunately Portland was considered too close to justify a plane ride. You were reading over the itinerary that had been handed out. You were scheduled for a light practice this evening followed by designated stretching and recovery time, then it was dinner and lights out. Looking to Saturday you saw the early arrival time, the game starting at Noon, pitch walk just before that, and time to warm up. After the game you had recovery for an hour followed by the words “Free Time” It wasn't uncommon for you to get freetime after game days when you were traveling, it was nice to explore where you were playing or just getting to hang out, unregulated, with your teammates. Sunday consisted of a practice in the morning, then more free time, followed by the bus ride back in the evening. The large amount of free time on this trip caught your eye, giving you an idea as you dig your phone out from your pocket. You open it to Jessie’s messages again and start typing.

You: If you're up for it, dinner Saturday night?

You realize that feels a bit forward, adding a second message.

You: You can bring a teammate too if you want, it doesn't just have to be us.

Seconds after you send it you see the bubble indicating Jessie is typing pop up, you lock your phone and toss it as if it's on fire into the seat that your legs are resting on. You feel it vibrate against your calf, indicating she had responded. Instead of reaching for your phone you remain still, staring at it. It’s only once the phone vibrates again reminding you that you had a text that you reach and pick it up. Involuntarily you hold your breath and turn on the screen.

Jessie (USA): That would be nice.

The gray bubble appears again.

Jessie (USA): just us

You let the air out of your chest, feeling relieved at her response. She wanted to see you. She wanted to see you, just the two of you. A smile grows on your face as you read over her messages again and again.

You: sounds good, may need some recommendations on dinner locations

This time when you see her typing you hold onto your phone. Watching as the bubble appears for a few seconds before disappearing and reappearing

Jessie (USA): I’ll figure something out and let you know

You begin to type out “sounds like a date” before deciding that it’s a little too forward, against it, deleting it and changing it.

You: perfect!

You waited, seeing if she would respond, not that there was much to respond to but part of you hoped she’d say something else. When she doesn't you shut off your phone. You lean your head back so it rests against the window and you're looking at the ceiling of the bus. You let out a sigh of relief. It feels like a weight has been lifted off your chest for the first time in two days. You now knew she didn't completely hate you, you knew she was willing to let you talk with her again.

Feeling last night's lack of sleep catches up with you, your eyes close and you’re able to drift peacefully asleep, your brain no longer filled with anxieties or concerns about Jessie, you remain asleep until the bus stops and you hear your teammates gathering their belongings to get off the bus. You were finally in Portland.

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #jflem #canwnt #canxnt #portland thorns #jessie fleming imagine

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cyripticchronicler · 5 months

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Ink and Destiny - Part 2

The long-awaited date with James arrives, and you see him in a new light. But wouldn't it be crazy, to fall for your soulmate?

Masterlist

Part one Part Three Part Four

Warnings: Kissing, swearing, I think that's it if not lmk :)

A/N: Thank you for requesting a part two @lilianelena39I appreciate it sm!!

It seems as if Saturday was never going to come. Which was both a blessing and torture. You were excited to finally get to know your soulmate. But James Potter? The boy who’s been pining after Lily for years? Not to mention all the cruel pranks he’s played on people around school. So, obviously, you were a little hesitant to get to know him.

You’ve been talking all week, never in person but rather on your skin. You’ve pointedly ignored his flirty comments whilst he pointedly ignored all my snarky comments.

But alas, Saturday arrived. It took everything in you to get up and ready, already dreading the day ahead. But you still promised to go on that date, and you weren't going to let your crippling disgust of awkward first dates and small talk ruin your chances of getting to know your soulmate.

So here you were, dressed in your prettiest dress as you made your way towards the lake. The sun's heat grounds you and you push your nerves to the side, taking in the shimmering lake instead.

James told you to bring nothing, insisting that he’ll handle everything instead. You were flattered but now your hands are empty and you don’t know what to do with them.

He’s not even here yet. Relax.

You made sure you got here earlier so you could mentally prepare yourself. But the extra time did nothing for you when you spot James making his way towards you, grinning devilishly, picnic basket in one hand and a wrapped gift in the other.

You smile tightly as he stops in front of you and he gives you a knowing smirk, “Miss me?” He asks and you scoff.

“Need any help?” You ignore him, gesturing to the basket in his hand.

He shakes his head, “No thank you, Love. Let’s move up the lake a bit.” You nod, walking beside him. The silence is awkward- for you at least- so you quickly come up with something to say.

“How was your day?” You ask, eyes looking everywhere but him.

“Better now that you’re here,” He grins, sending you a playful wink. You roll your eyes, stopping underneath a big tree. James deems the spot good enough and he gently places the wrapped gift and basket down.

He pulls out a blanket and sets it down on the grass. He sits and you follow suit, making sure to keep a good distance between the two of you.

“If a bird shits on me I’m blaming you,” You blurt, immediately wincing. Who says that?

James just laughs, eyes playful, “I’ll try to keep the birds away from you then.” Your cheeks flush making his grin widen.

He starts pulling everything out of the basket and you take notice of the way he brought all of your favourite food.

Noticing your confused stare, his cheeks flush a deep red. “I may have asked Alice what food you liked.” He mutters sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You melt, “That's very thoughtful. Thank you, James.” He blushes more and you have to bite back a smile. “How’s Quidditch going?” You ask, deciding to change the subject before James burns from embarrassment.

He perks up immediately, “Really good, actually, we’ve started practising-” You try hard, really hard to focus on what he’s saying but the way he’s sitting, and the way he looks at you makes it hard to focus.

You’re not sure what’s gotten into you. Just yesterday you were thinking about how much you don’t like him.

“-listening?” You jump as you realise he just asked you a question.

“Hm?” You flush, trying to act as if you werent checking him out. James sends you a knowing smile, “I asked if you wanted some butterbeer. You seem distracted, what’s on your mind?”

You flush, “Y-yes, please. I‘m not distracted.”

He hums like he knows you’re lying, “Cracker?” You nod. “Do you have any plans for Christmas ?”

“No,” You respond, “My parents are travelling so they won’t be home for Christmas. Do you?”

You munch on food as he responds, “Sirius is coming home with me for Christmas but I’ll make sure to send you letters so you don’t miss me too much,” He winks and you scoff, “I won’t miss you at all, James Potter.”

He leans in closer, “Just you wait.”

You don’t miss the way he looks at your lips, and you’re sure he doesn't miss the way you stare back at him.

Clearing your throat, you attempt to deflect, “So you’re finally over Lily?” James freezes, finally looking back at you.

“I was barely into her,” He responds cautiously like he doesn’t know where this conversation is going to go.

“Ask anyone in the school and they’d say that’s a lie,” You respond, chewing on a grape nervously.

“Well, it’s not. I promise you,” When you don’t respond he sighs, “I got you a gift.” You perk up slightly, tracking his movements as he pushes the gift towards you.

“I didn’t get you anything,” You say guiltily and he smirks in response, “That's the point.”

You roll your eyes, muttering a ‘thank you’ before ripping open the present. You gasp at the contents. “How did you know this was my favourite book?” You question, eagerly inspecting the frayed book. “And it’s signed?!” You screech.

James laughs gently, “I have my ways. So, do you like it?”

“Do I like it? James this is amazing thank you,” You don’t think to question your actions as you fling your arms around his neck, causing him to fall forward as you pull him closer. His laugh is like honey as he returns the hug, cheeks flushed slightly.

“I’m glad you like it. Maybe you could read it to me sometime? On our second date.” He pulls away slightly, hands holding himself up beside your head.

“Our second date, Huh?” You grip his wrist gently, running your hand up his arm.

“Yeah. The date where I prove to you that I have no feelings for Lily and where you read to me.”

“You know just because we’re soulmates doesn't mean we have to be together,” You’re not sure why you say it but you do. James' eyes soften like he can see in between the lines. “I’m not doing this because you’re my soulmate, I’m doing this because I like you.”

You suck in a deep breath, “Oh.”

He smiles in return, “Yeah, Oh.”

You act on impulse, pushing yourself up slightly to plant a quick peck on his lips. His grin widens and your cheeks explode.

His eyebrows raise smugly, “So is that a yes to the second date?”

You nod shyly and he giggles- like actually giggles- and shoves his head in the crook of your neck. “It’s going to be the best second date you’ve ever been on,” He mutters against your skin

You find yourself growing excited at the thought of a second date with James, and you bite your lip to stop your smile from growing.

“I can’t wait,” You whisper.

“Me too,” He whispers back.

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kittykat-25 · 2 months

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One Of The Guys - Part 7

Pairings: Hongjoong x F!Reader, Chan x F!Reader

Genre: idol au, Friends x Lovers, angst

Warnings: mini anxiety attack mentioned, Feminine pet names(Bubs, Pretty Girl, Noona)

Summary: You tried really hard not to be a cliché, falling love with your best friend. How unoriginal. But when your best friend is Kim Hongjoong what are you supposed to do?

Now Playing: One Of The Guys- Jessia

Saturday morning

After the album dropped last night the guys had been in a frenzy to get everything going. Going on music core today and a variety show tonight. The packed schedule began. As you sat at the counter eating and having the show pulled up awaiting your friends stage you get a call from Chan. “Hey pretty girl, you ready for tonight?” You laughed nervously, “trying to not stress about it but excited to see you.” You heard a loud commotion in the background, “what was that?!” You asked. The call ended and a FaceTime from Chan popped up in its place. You swiped to answer and were greeted with Wooyoung’s face. “BUBS” he screeched into the phone, busting your ear drum in the process.

You could hear Chan laughing, “I had to bring Minho something and figured you’d want to say hi!” He added from behind the phone. You smiled, “thank you Channie, how’s it going boys?” You asked to no one in particular. “Y/n!!!” Was yelled back at you as the others gathering around the phone. “How are my boys? Working hard? Did you eat?” You asked, worry settling in. They all looked drained and it was only day one of the madness. “Yes we ate, and Chan Hyung brought us snacks as well.” Jongho said. The phone pointed towards. Chan would was sitting in a chair looking on happily as you got to speak with your friends.

You heard a beeping sound and all the members faces changed, “we have to go bubs! Watch us okay! “ Wooyoung yelled into the phone as he handed it back to Chan. “Have fun, go kill it!” You yelled as they all gathered at the door. As Chans face came back into focus you smiled at him widely. “Thank you Channie. That might be the only time I’ll get to actually see them for a while.” Chan said his goodbyes to your friends, walking out the door you caught Joong eyes and waved quickly before turning your eyes back to Chan. “Anything for you pretty.” You blushed deeply. Enough for Hongjoong to see it from where he was standing. A raw nagging eating at his stomach. Chalking it up to nerves he put on his game face. Not letting you distract him from work.

You got off the phone with Chan and went back to the screen ready to start the show and support the guys. Glad you lived alone in times like this as you screamed your heart out to their newest song. You spent the rest of the morning playing their new album while cleaning and dancing around your apartment. You and Wooyoung had already picked out an outfit for dinner tonight. Around 2 you started baking a cake to take to them. You knew Felix was making his famous brownies, you were so excited to get to try them. But you also didn’t want to show up empty handed. Not matter how many times Chan said it was fine. So you pulled out your go to cake recipe and go to work.

As you walked to Chans dorm you tried not to fidget too much. Your nerves were kicking in and by the time you got to the door you were fully hyperventilating. You sat the cake down and reached for your phone. Mindlessly scrolling for Joong or Wooyoung you had to remind yourself that they wouldn’t be able to help you right now. You clicked Chans contact and prayed he would answer. “Hey are you here.” You tried to get some air in your lungs, “y-yeah.” You stammered out. Chan was quiet for a minute then you heard a door close. “Are you outside? I’m coming down.” You stayed on the phone while sitting beside your cake. You had just put your head in your hands, calming down when the door busted open behind you. “Y/n, pretty girl are you okay?” Chan asked crouching down in front you of.

You looked up, finally able to breathe normally and shook your head. “Apparently I’m more nervous than I let myself believe.” You said trying to lighten the mood. “Baby we don’t have to go inside until you are okay.” He said and you tried to stand, legs a little shaky. “I’m alright Channie.” You said and you reached down to grab the cake. “I made yall something!” Chan reached over and took the cake box from you and grabbed your hands in one of his. “Y/n, I know you are nervous so if you start to get anxious or feel even somewhat uncomfortable please let me know so I can help.” You smiled at him and nodded. “They are going to love you.” He added opening the door and leading you inside.

As you walked up the stairs to their dorm you could feel your hands start to shake. You reached forward and grabbed Chans hand intertwining your fingers. He soothingly rubbed his thumb over the back of your hands, giving you a smile as you made it to his floor. “Okay they are loud and chaotic and Seungmin will tease me. Don’t believe a word he says.” Chan said as you made your way to his door. You could see his ears turning red. “Chan are you nervous?” You asked, slight chuckle in your voice. “These boys are my life y/n, they are chaotic and messy but they quite literally saved me. And I want you to like them and for them to like you because I would really like for you to become apart of my life as well.” His ears were bright red at this point.

You stopped Chan before he opened the door, “Chan I have put up with Ateez for the last seven years. I can handle 8 rowdy boys. And I want them to like me too, i would really like to become a part of your everyday life.” You said, a blush creeping up into your cheeks. Chan smiled at you, cupping your face in his hands. He swiped his thumb over the redness of your cheek, “so cute pretty girl.” He chuckled. He started to lean towards you and you could feel your heart racing, he was a breath away from you when the door swung open. “Oh my god! My eyes!” Someone started yelling. “The old man was kissing her. I’m gonna be sick.” Chan dropped his head, “Kim Seungmin I’m gonna kill you.” He called as he lead you into the dorms. All seven of the members now staring at you.

Being around Stray Kids was just as chaotic if not more than Ateez. You knew Changbin going into it so that made it easier. Soon after you shut the door he broke the silence of everyone staring at you and tackled you with a hug. Everyone else warmed up immediately, like you had always been there. Like you belonged. You walked with Chan and Minho into the kitchen and asked if you could help before you were nicely kicked out by the cook.

“Good luck with that.” He said as he shooed you towards the 6 boys yelling at a video game. You went and stood behind the couch next to Chan. He immediately pulled you in front of him, sandwiching you between him and the couch. Felix and Jeongin struggling to complete a level, “Felix never gets past this level. It’s just sad at this point.” Han said to you, you looked down to find the boy on the couch below you staring. More so at where his leader had his head resting on your shoulder, arms tightly wrapped around you.

You gave him a smile, “Chan I’m sure she’s not going to go running. You don’t have to hold her so tight.” Chan hid his face into your shoulder as all the younger members turned to look at you. You laughed, “you spoke so highly of them outside, you still standing by that?” He shook his head no, “they are all dead to me.” Hyunjin gasped, throwing himself into the chair, “betrayal, I’ve done nothing wrong.” “Betrayal is that hair color on you.” Seungmin snapped back flicking the older boys hair as he walked by.

Hyunjin looked at Chan with a pout on his face, making you laugh. “Can we have a peaceful night. For once please.” Chan says exasperated. “Oh where’s the fun in that. Y/n can handle Wooyoung, she’ll be fine with us.” Changbin says throwing you a wink. “Right your friends with Hyung Hongjoong and Wooyoung.” Felix says. “I am, I was friends with them before they debuted.” You said with a smile. “I thought you were Hongjoong’s sister…” Jeongin said. “No, we’re all just friends, Wooyoungie is the closest to being my brother.” They all nodded and you felt Chans hand give yours a squeeze. The conversation went back to teasing Felix for his lack of gaming ability until Minho called everyone to eat.

The rest of the night was a dance between playing games and who could embarrass Chan the most. Changbin having the most stories easily won that competition, having Chan burrowing his head inside his hood, only seeing the redness of his cheeks and neck. You learned a lot about the group and Chan throughout the night. You were right in the way that they all adore him. The love shining through all the jokes and the way they talk about him when he left the room. Politely questioning your intentions with their oldest. The cutest was the way Chan looked at his members, clearly adoring them. Quietly taking care of them, putting more food on their plates when they weren’t looking, making sure everyone was heard and got to say what they wanted. It was such a safe and loving environment that Chan had created.

As the night continued you saw how comforting this place was, all the members taking a liking to you. As you packed up to leave, Felix and Jeongin following you around like little ducks helping you carry anything. “Do you have to leave Noona?” Jeongin asked quietly. “You can stay!” Felix added excitedly. You laughed, “I need to go home and get some sleep guys.” Jeongin looked at you with the biggest puppy eyes he could muster, “yah leave her alone and get ready. I’m not waiting on you and I know you don’t like walking home in the dark Innie.” Minho scolded the younger two lightly pushing them towards the kitchen. You smiled at him, “thank you for dinner Minho, it was delicious.” He gave you a slight nod, “I saved some of the brownies and your cake. It’s packed up for you in the kitchen.” You bowed slightly, “thank you again.” He smiled and walked outside the youngest three following behind him waving bye to you as they passed.

Chan walked up behind you wrapped his arms around your waist, “you got Minho to like you, that’s impressive.” You nudged him slightly with your elbow, “you said they’d all love me. Did you doubt my abilities?” He laughed, “never pretty girl, just impressed. Minho is the toughest to crack besides Seungmin. But he was a sucker for you the second you called me out for blushing. Which I will repay later by the way.” He said, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. You turned to look at him, his lips inches from yours.

You heard a click, suppressing a smile as you saw Hyunjin with his camera trying to slide away before Chan could catch him. You held onto Chan a little tighter giving the younger boy a chance to get away. Hyunjin yelled a thank you as his door shut. “I get no peace in this house.” Chan whispered against your cheek. You hummed in agreement, “tragic life you live here Bang Chan.” You said quietly. You wanted to turn and look at him but with his forehead gently resting against your head and his lips slightly grazing your cheek you didn’t see the need to rush.

You saw Changbin out of the corner of your eye, rolling your eyes, you tapped Chans arm. Chan caught in the trance of you didn’t move, just pulled you tighter to him. Turning you around to face him, wrapping his arms back around your waist. You lost sight of Bin as you looked up at Chan, arms going around his neck. Your fingers curled into the hair at his nap, the little curls circling your fingertips. Chan pressed his forehead to yours. “Are you busy tomorrow pretty girl?” “Nothing too serious, just market.” You said quietly. “Spend the day with me.” He said as his fingers traced designs onto your back. You hummed stepping closer to him, no space between your bodies. “My pretty girl.” He said as he pressed a kiss to your head. Your smile broke out, and you heard the click of a camera. Chan looked up and sighed deeply making you laugh.

Wooyoung was sitting in the van riding back to the dorms when a text came through. He grabbed his phone and swiped seeing the text from you wishing him luck and a new text from Changbin. Attached was a picture of you and Chan. The man pressing a kiss to your head and you with the brightest smile he has seen on you in years. Wooyoung must’ve started smiling seeing you happy, when Mingi smacked his leg eyebrow raised. Woo flipped the phone around showing Mingi the picture.

Hongjoong turned to say something to the younger ones, caught sight of the picture and felt like someone had punched him in the gut. Turning back around quickly. “I haven’t seen her smile like that in a while.” Mingi whispered to Wooyoung, careful not to wake a sleeping Yeo. Wooyoung nodded his head, “Chan Hyung is good for her.” Hongjoong tried his best to keep his face neutral but could feel the scowl twisting his face up. Throwing his hood up he turned and looked out the window. Not noticing the worried look the younger boys were giving each other.

As Ateez cars pulled up to the dorms Hongjoong stormed inside. “What got into him?” Hwa asked looked at Wooyoung. “I have no clue.” Wooyoung said. Hwa shrugged his shoulder, “we’ll figure it out tomorrow.” He added as he guided everyone inside. Wooyoung shot Changbin a text back and waited. Hoping your night with them went well. His friend answered as Wooyoung laid down, “he’s smitten but I’m convinced the rest of the kids want her to be the new mom. Even Minho loved her but I think it’s because she complimented his cooking and his cats.” Wooyoung laughed, he couldn’t wait to hear your side of the story.

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take my hands (we can fall together) | lee chan | pt. 2

(where you and chan are friends, but he's your brother's best friend. and you've always been just a little out of reach. until one season changes everything.) pairing: brother's best friend!chan (dino) x f!reader genre: friends to ??, pining, slow burn | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut rating: explicit (for the full fic) warnings/notes: mentions of unhealthy relationships (reader x boyfriend), mentions of food, mentions of drinking/alcohol, halloween parties, mentions of cheating, reader's boyfriend is an asshole, reader's brother is chan's age and reader is 2 years older, eventual smut (in pt 3 - see that for warnings), any names of other idols are considered to be OCs word count: ~7.7k (full fic is roughly 23k) a/n: huge thanks to @svthub for hosting this fall collab. check out the full list of fics here. make sure you go back and read part 1 for context, this is part 2 (so only 1 part left!). also thank you to my bby indi for creating an amazing banner @classicscreations. if you want to be tagged in the last part send an ask or dm or just comment 💕

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When there’s multiple nights of dressing up for Halloween, it’s harder to put as much effort into costumes. At least that’s how Chan feels about it. So, he knows that he’s taking the easy way out by dressing up as one of the Kens from the recent Barbie movie, but he’s also not really bothered about trying to come up with something more elaborate. Not when it’s a Saturday night and they’re all going to a house party. He’s got another costume planned for the night of actual Halloween that he put a little more thought into.

He’s also sure to arrive a little later, because this is one of Seokmin’s friends and Chan doesn’t really know the people hosting the party. It’s not like that matters, really. Things like this are always pretty open as long as you know someone there. Even though Seokmin said he’d be there early helping to set up, Chan still doesn’t want to be that guy that shows up at an inappropriate time. The unexpected tradeoff is that he sees you before he even gets to the front door. It’s almost comical to see that you’re dressed up as one of the Barbies from the movie. It’s hard to tell which one under your coat. Not that it’s surprising. Chan figures you won’t be the only ones to pick a Barbie theme. Still, it’s like you coordinated without even meaning to. You force a smile when you notice him, and he sees that you’re on the phone.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?” Your voice sounds angry when it reaches Chan’s ears.

He hesitates when he’s far enough away to give you space, yet still close enough that he can offer support if you need it.

“No, I always have to understand. I don’t have to understand tonight. It’s a Saturday night and we planned this party weeks ago,” you retort.

Chan figures he probably should let you be because it’s clear that you’re talking to your boyfriend. It could be a minute before this particular conversation ends. Your eyes watch Chan as he goes to step around you and you reach out to grab his arm. You mouth “please wait” to him. That’s enough to make him stop completely.

“It’s not just a stupid Fall tradition. This is Halloween. Everyone celebrates Halloween,” you start and then roll your eyes. “Yes, I’m aware that you’re 28, but what 20-something doesn’t celebrate Halloween? Be so fucking for real.”

It’s hard to know where to look because all Chan can focus on is your tone. It’s not upset or defeated. It’s angry. Maybe you’ve had something to drink already, maybe you’re just fed up. He wouldn’t blame you.

“Forget about it, Seungsik. You do whatever it is you have to do,” you say, pausing for him to speak. “Yeah, I heard you say you have to work but it’s a Saturday night. So, you do what you’re gonna do and I’ll be with my friends. Don’t bother coming over if you were even still considering it.”

Your hand is still on Chan’s arm, not that he would leave anyway. It would be awkward to stay this long only to leave when the conversation is clearly over.

“Yeah, sure, we can talk tomorrow,” you say. You don’t say a goodbye or an “I love you” before hanging up.

“Let me guess, Seungsik bailed again?” Chan asks. He knows he shouldn’t sound so snarky about your boyfriend and also doesn’t care.

“Shocking, right?” you snort.

“Well, at least you still have friends here,” Chan says and motions for you to head into the house ahead of him.

You remove your coat and Chan tries not to stare at your Mermaid Barbie costume. He removes his own jacket and your eyes show your amusement before a laugh escapes your lips.

“Looks like I still have a Ken to my Barbie, too,” you joke.

“You mean Jay didn’t tell you I was coming as Ken?” Chan jokes back.

“Wait, was he supposed to?” you worry.

“No,” Chan assures you. “I’m not sure he was even listening when we talked about costumes. This was kinda last minute.”

“Well, we should take a picture anyway, we look good together,” you suggest.

“I’m down,” Chan agrees, too quickly.

Two of you end up, mostly unintentionally, spending a lot of the party together. People that don’t know you keep assuming that you’re there together and your friends think it’s funny, so they keep poking fun. At least it means that everyone stays in a good mood. It’s a little confusing, though, because you don’t correct the people that don’t know you about being there with Chan. At one point, you do ask Chan if he’s actually okay with how close you’ve stuck to him. You make something of a joke about not wanting to keep him from anyone. It’s confusing. It tugs at Chan’s heart as a reminder that even if you’re fighting with him, you do have a boyfriend. Maybe that’s something to consider. But, he shakes it off and insists that he doesn’t mind. Your shoulders fall in relief and you admit that it’s comfortable being around him. You don’t want to talk about the argument, so it helps that Chan knows some of what happens. You like it that he doesn’t ask you too many questions that you know you can’t answer.

It’s also a little surprising that even at this house party, which is relatively small because the house isn’t huge, you and Chan are the only Barbie and Ken. It seems like everyone thought it would be too common of a costume and tried to think outside of the box. Or some people just were lazy and wanted to save their better costume for the actual night of Halloween.

“You’re glued to my sister,” Jay observes when Chan excuses himself to get a drink.

“I’m not glued, we just keep ending up together,” Chan disagrees.

“Yeah, seems kinda glued. And you came back in with her after she left to take a call,” Jay says.

“Oh, yeah, I walked up and she was talking to Seungsik. I figured I’d wait for her to come back in,” Chan says. He’s not going to tell your brother that you asked him to wait for you.

“I notice he’s not here,” Jay tries to say casually.

“He’s not coming,” Chan shares. Jay goes to open his mouth and Chan cuts him off. “I don’t know what happened. I don’t know why he’s not coming, you’ll have to ask her. But, she seemed kinda pissed off at him on the phone, so maybe let her enjoy tonight and deal with the bullshit tomorrow.”

“I’m glad she has you,” Jay says.

“Not you too,” Chan starts.

“No, I mean literally. You’ve been a good friend to her with all the bullshit over that asshole,” Jay says, irritation clear in his voice. “Wish she’d just break up with him, but if I say that, I’m being over protective.”

“I dunno, I think she’s probably closer than you realize,” Chan shrugs.

You come rushing into the kitchen. “Come on, Chan, we have to go crush it at beer pong.”

“Forgetting her brother again. Good luck, man,” Jay laughs out.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you chide before pulling Chan away with a drink in each of his hands.

He’s more than a little thankful for Jay not calling him on making two drinks. It’s obvious when you show up that the other is for you, yet Jay just lets him be. It makes it easier for Chan to focus on beer pong. You’re at that perfect buzzed point, apparently, where you assure him that you’re going to be at your best. Even though it sounds kind of bullshit, he goes along with it.

It’s not bullshit, Chan learns two turns into the game. You sink both of your shots without even hitting the rim of the cup. Meanwhile, Chan is just thankful to make one on his second try so you don’t insist you’re carrying the team. You might be, or Chan might be a little distracted by the way you line up your shot. Might be a little distracted by the way you lean up against him. Might be a little distracted every time his arm brushes against your bare skin. Might be a little distracted by the way you celebrate with him every time either of you makes a shot. It’s easy to see why people who don’t know you assume you’re here with him. It’s harder for Chan to remember that’s not true when he’s watching you out of the corner of his eye.

After you win at beer pong, both of you find your way to a quieter part of the house. The party feels a little stifling and you want some air. Chan agrees, but it’s a little too cold to just sit outside. Instead, you settle for a quiet corner. This time you don’t ask if it’s okay to be stealing all of Chan’s time. Either because you can tell he doesn’t mind. or you’re trusting him to say if he did mind, he’s not sure.

Now that you’re a little buzzed, not drunk, just feeling a little happier, you’re ready to talk about how things are really going with Seungsik. It’s immediately a lot more honest than Chan is expecting and infinitely more heartbreaking. He’s working crazy hours, claiming that he’s up for some big promotion and has to put in the time. He’s canceling plans on you left and right. He’s making you feel silly for wanting to do all these Fall things. You feel silly for even complaining about it, but Chan interjects to remind you that it’s okay to feel whatever you’re feeling. It’s hard to only be supportive when you’re admitting that you feel like there’s something you’ve been doing wrong and that’s why he’s doing all of this. Despite Chan insisting it’s definitely not you, he can tell that you don’t fully believe it.

It’s like you’re in this weird limbo because you’ve been dating him for over six months, which feels long enough that it’s serious. But, you’ve only been dating him for like six months, which you say also feels like you shouldn’t be overbearing. You’ve always wanted partners to have the freedom they need. Always been really adamant about maintaining your own friendships and hobbies outside of your partner. That’s important. You don’t ever want to be one of those people that gets into a relationship and forgets about their friends. Those are the people who’ve been there through all the shit. There’s a part of you that feels like that’s being used against you with Seungsik. Every time you tell him that you miss him or want him to do something, he reminds you that you suggested keeping some hobbies separate from each other. Chan is quick to tell you that there’s a difference. It sounds like he’s using your well-meaning words as an excuse to not see you as much, which is weird.

Somehow, you both come to a silent agreement that you don’t really want to dwell on your issues with Seungsik, anymore. You’re just happy to have someone that’s willing to let you vent and then let you move on. Sure, Chan shares his opinions and reminds you as often as he can get away with that you do deserve someone who values you. Then, he also lets you get away with moving the conversation on to lighter things. Even though Chan’s known you for over ten years, there’s still so much about you that he doesn’t know. And he’s not sure what’s shifted, but something definitely has. You’re much more open in the way you talk to him lately, much freer with your words. It’s comfortable, kind of like a warm blanket.

By the time the party is winding down, Chan is essentially sober, having spent so much time just sitting and talking to you. You’re still a bit buzzed, but well on your way to sobering up. Chan planned to leave his car here and pick it up tomorrow (well, later today since it’s the early hours of the morning) and instead he can drive home. He offers to give you a ride as well, which you happily take to avoid paying for a ride. None of the rest of your friends, except for Jay, seem to be around, but he’s very caught up talking to someone. Good for him, Chan thinks.

The car ride back to your apartment is comfortably quiet. Aside from you asking if you could pick the music, you’ve just been softly singing along and looking out the window. It’s nice at this time of night, too. Everything else is quiet, just the traffic of people heading home for the night, whether it’s to their homes or someone else’s. It’s not until he gets to your house that Chan gets a text from Jay that makes him frown. “Everything okay?” you ask, hand on the door to get out of the car.

“Yeah, just Jay hoping I’m not headed home because he brought someone home with him,” Chan says. “I’ll just be quiet when I go in and put my headphones on.”

“Or you could just crash here tonight,” you offer and Chan grips the steering wheel a little harder to steady his nerves.

“I couldn’t do that,” he says, causing you to turn back to him.

“Do you really wanna hear whatever my brother is up to?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, no, but it’s also not like it would be the first time,” he responds with a chuckle.

“Come on, weirdo, you can sleep on my couch and I’ll make us breakfast in the morning,” you say, getting out of the car without waiting to see if Chan is following you.

Of course he is, though. He scrambles to get the keys out of the car and hurry after you. Once you’re inside your apartment, you put a pot on the stove to boil some water. Insist that you need some tea before you can sleep. While the water is boiling, you go to the closet to pull out some blankets. It’s entirely too comfortable, both the couch and the way you move around him. Something he can’t fully ignore when you sit down with a cup of tea for each of you.

“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m here?” Chan asks.

“Why wouldn’t it be? You were nice enough to give me a ride home and it’s my brother that’s sexiling you,” you reason.

“What if Seungsik shows up tomorrow?” he asks.

You take a sip of your tea and then look over at him. “He’s not really the type to show up unannounced. Besides, why would it be weird to offer to let a friend crash?”

“You’re right,” Chan concedes.

“Plus, he hasn’t been over for breakfast in weeks and I miss cooking for someone,” you say.

It’s kind of hard to argue with that, not that Chan wants to. Well, he’d like to argue that it’s bullshit that Seungsik has you feeling whatever you’re feeling. It’s complete crap that he doesn’t appreciate what an amazing person you are. It’s just not healthy. But, at the end of the day, it’s also not Chan’s place, so he just lets it go.

You get up to wash out the cups when you’re finished with your tea and disappear into your small spare room. It doesn’t have a bed, because you use it as an office area, but apparently it does have clothes that you loan to Chan. The protest is on his lips when you cut him off to say that they’re Jay’s clothes he’s left here when he’s crashed. That’s much better than the clothing belonging to your boyfriend. When he comes back out of the bathroom, you’re in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, obviously ready for bed. He clears his throat to be able to say goodnight and pads out to the couch. It’s even more comfortable to sleep on than you said, but Chan’s brain won’t slow down enough to fall asleep. All he can think of is just how…domestic this all feels. How easy it is to be around you. Again.

Though it takes him a while to drift off, he actually feels like he gets a good night of sleep. The smell of coffee slips into his consciousness while he’s in that in-between state before he’s fully awake. When he opens his eyes, he can tell that you’re trying to be quiet, not wanting to disrupt him. Even though it’s your apartment and you can make as much noise as you’d like. Chan opens both of his eyes and finds your back to him as you look into the fridge. Possibly deciding what you want to make. Your hair is in a knot on top of your head and you’re still wearing that oversized t-shirt and shorts. Everything about you seems relaxed. Until you close the door and turn towards the living room to see him awake. You jump a little and your hand flies to your heart.

“Oh my god, I didn’t realize you were awake,” you share after a moment.

“Sorry,” Chan says and throws his hands up.

“No, I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” you wonder and he shakes his head. “I was trying to figure out what’s for breakfast.”

“You really don’t…” he starts.

“I promised breakfast and you’re getting breakfast,” you interrupt. “Plus, look outside.”

It’s a confusing request, but Chan gets up off the couch anyway to look out the window. As soon as he moves the curtain aside, he sees how hard it’s raining. He’s a little surprised that he didn’t hear it. And he’s definitely not overly eager to leave in that.

“Guess you have company for breakfast,” he says when he turns back to you.

Your whole face lights up and you let out a squeak. “I can’t wait, oh my god, I have so many recipes I’ve been wanting to try.”

“Like?” he prompts.

“Do you trust me?” you ask instead.

That’s a dangerous question. One that Chan isn’t sure he really wants to answer, because the answer is that yes, he trusts you far more than he should. Probably more than he’s trusted anyone else. The last month or so of all these activities has only reinforced that. Instead, he pretends to consider it for a second, buys himself some time.

“I guess, you haven’t poisoned me yet,” he says, voice surprisingly even.

“I hate you,” you joke with an eye roll.

“I’ll remember that,” he teases back.

To do something helpful, Chan gets up and folds the blankets he used to sleep and asks you where they go. Once they’re safely away in your closet, he texts Jay to say that he’s still at your apartment and having breakfast at least. Jay sends back an inappropriate number of emojis and says he’s going to make use of the extra time alone with whoever it is he brought home. Thankfully, he only makes one joke about being replaced as the favorite sibling, which Chan answers that you’re a better cook. Was it ever really a contest?

To avoid being entirely useless, Chan makes both of you a cup of coffee. You’re about to tell him how you like it when he asks if you trust him. As he hands over the perfect cup and turns around to make his own, he misses the look on your face that he knows exactly how you like your coffee. It’s a mix of wonder and surprise. When you tell him it’s the perfect cup, you’re not even lying. He also can’t resist peeking to see what it is you’re working on, despite your attempts to swat him out of the kitchen.

“Is that French toast?” Chan asks, eyes wide.

“Yeah, I know it’s kinda simple, but I had some really good bread that was going a little stale and I’ve been wanting to try a new mixture,” you say.

“French toast is my favorite, I don’t think it’s simple,” Chan admits.

“I think I remember you mentioning that, actually,” you comment. It’s so offhand that Chan doesn’t think twice about it. There’s so many things he remembers about you that he’s thankful something about him sticks too.

While you continue making breakfast, Chan asks where the syrup is so that he can warm it up a little. He doesn’t like it cold and neither, apparently, do you. You also don’t like fake syrup so you direct him to where you keep it in the fridge. It looks like it’s some small company that you probably got directly from the shop on some adventure. That’s definitely one great part about living in this part of the country, you’re never far from good syrup. It makes the whole apartment smell like maple and the cinnamon from the toast. And something else that Chan can’t really place. But it makes everything feel warm and comforting despite the rain that’s only coming down harder outside now. Maybe Chan doesn’t hate everything about Fall.

Unsurprisingly, it’s the best French toast he’s ever had. Something he’s quick to tell you and you’re quicker to brush off like he’s just being nice. It’s just as easy to chat with you in the light of day in your apartment as the haze of the house party the night before. It’s harder to ignore the way your phone periodically lights up with Seungsik’s name. Harder still to ignore is the fact that it’s just his name. No hearts or emojis or pet names. It’s almost impersonal, not that Chan should be passing judgment.

“Are you going to answer him?” he finally asks.

“No,” is your immediate answer.

“But…” Chan starts and you level him with a look.

“He doesn’t get to have things on his terms when he couldn’t even come to a fucking Halloween party last night,” you say.

“Have you talked to him since…” he starts to ask before trailing off.

“Since I was fighting with him on the phone and you walked up?” you finish for him.

“Yeah, that,” he says.

“I read one text from him asking why I was posting matching costumes with you, even though my caption on it was clear and he’s literally all over my page,” you share. “So, I didn’t answer that. I texted him when I woke up to say that I hadn’t read whatever he sent and that I was mad from last night and would maybe talk to him this afternoon or tonight.”

“He doesn’t seem to have gotten it,” Chan comments as your phone lights up again with his name.

“No, he doesn’t. But that’s also not my problem. Not everything is going to be on his terms,” you say.

“I’m glad,” Chan admits.

“About what? Me fighting with Seungsik?” you wonder and Chan’s eyes go wide at the realization.

“No, oh my god, no,” Chan rushes out. “No, I’m just glad that you’re not letting it all be on his terms. You’re worth a lot more than how he’s been treating you.”

“Thanks, I think so too,” you slightly tease.

Breakfast turns into you asking Chan to watch a show, which turns into him spending the entire afternoon lounging on the couch. You talk a little more about your relationship and what you might say to him when you finally text him back. Chan also tells you some things he’s looking forward to coming up and about some plans he has with your brother and Vernon. Sometimes, you’re just quiet while watching the show, but that’s comfortable too. Eventually, though, Chan realizes that he has to leave. He knows that you’re using at least part of him being there to avoid talking to your boyfriend. Not that it’s the only reason. It’s clear you enjoy having him around, too. But eventually you have to talk to Seungsik and so Chan finally says that he has to head home. Jay is starting to wonder where he is anyway.

It’s not that Chan really wants to be out and dating, but he also thinks that it might help to get his mind off of you. Even though he loves every minute of being around you, it’s also getting harder. Especially when the time spent together includes things like the Halloween party and crashing at your apartment. He wants to be a good friend to you, but at what cost to his heart? No part of him feels entitled to your attention and he’s not even sure if he would be a better partner to you than Seungsik. It isn’t even about him anymore, not really. Not now that he’s spent all this time with you. It’s just about wanting you to find your own happiness that doesn’t come from a partner. Which is why he agrees to go out for drinks with a friend of a friend, Carla, that asked him weeks ago. What’s the worst that could happen?

He’s meeting her at some trendy bar downtown where the music is usually too loud to hear anything. Not exactly the ideal place for a first date, but maybe that will make it all easier. He does like to dance. And he knows the drinks are good. It’s also always pretty busy, making it easier to blend into the crowd. What’s weirder, though, is that she asks Chan to just meet her there. Again, not Chan’s first choice, but he goes along with it all the same. It’s thankfully very easy to spot her once he gets there.

She’s standing by the bar, her long dark hair framing her face and wearing a dress that clings to her in ways that should be against the law. The moment she locks her eyes on Chan, he thinks maybe he can do this. Maybe it’ll all be easy and fine. They exchange a quick hello, get their drinks, and then it’s right onto the dance floor.

Time seems to move in odd ways. It could have been ten minutes just as easily as an hour. All Chan knows is that he needs another drink. When he says that to Carla, she agrees and says she’s going to run to the bathroom. They can meet at the bar. Once Chan makes it to the bar, his stomach drops. He looks back out at the dance floor and sees Seungsik with a stranger, that is definitely not you, tight against him. Some bottle blonde presses her ass further back into him and he grabs her hips. As Chan looks at them, Seungsik ghosts his lips across her neck, moves a hand up her stomach. The woman turns around in his arms and pulls him in for a kiss. Seungsik’s hands grip her ass, dangerously close to causing her dress to ride up. It isn’t until Seungsik pulls the woman off the dance floor and into the shadows that Chan realizes just how bad things are.

Carla seems disappointed when Chan says that something’s come up and he’s got to leave, but perks up when he says that they’ll find another time. He’s not even sure if he should be giving her hope, he just wants to get out of there as soon as possible. Once he’s in the Uber, he texts Jay to ask if he’s home or if he’s got company. The answer that he’s alone in the apartment comes quickly.

“Thought you had a date,” Jay says when Chan comes through the door. “Unless you’re angling for a threesome. I’d have to turn you down though.”

“Come on, man,” Chan says as he collapses on the couch. He runs a hand through his hair without thinking about it.

“Whoa, what’s going on?” Jay asks, he’s coming back from the kitchen with a bottle of water.

“It’s about your sister,” Chan admits. It’s clear that Jay wasn’t expecting that, but his surprise disappears quickly.

“Wow, are you finally admitting you’re in love with her?” Jay jokes. “Can’t say I’m surprised, but also it could’ve waited?”

“No, it’s not that. Well, I don’t know, it’s about Seungsik,” Chan says.

“So you’re not in love with my sister?” Jay questions.

“Can we not do this right now? This is serious,” Chan begs.

“Fine, we’ll come back to that. What about Seungsik? Other than he’s been a total dick about all the Fall shit,” Jay says as he leans back further into the couch.

“It’s more than that, he’s lying to her,” Chan states.

“What?” Jay needs Chan to connect the dots and it’s a lot harder than it seems.

“He’s, fuck Jay, he’s lying to her. He isn’t working late. At least not all the time. He was at the club with some girl, grinding, making out, dragging her off to some dark corner,” Chan says.

The color drains from Jay’s face. “Are you…fuck, are you sure it was him?”

“I’m positive,” Chan says.

“You’ve got to tell her,” Jay says after a moment.

“I thought it might be better coming from you,” Chan hopes.

Jay frowns like he’s considering something. “I’m not sure it would. I don’t even mean because you saw Seungsik. It’s just that she’s seemed to kind of rely on you lately. It’s you she was with apple picking and picking out pumpkins. You she spent all of that Halloween party with. She trusts you.”

“Well I’d hope she does, we’re friends,” Chan tries to joke.

“I’m not trying to fuck with you, I know I started by saying you were in love with her, but I just think it’s different,” Jay says.

“So you don’t think I’m in love with her?” Chan wonders.

“Oh, no I definitely do. I’m just not gonna bust you over it right now,” Jay says.

“I’m scared to tell her,” Chan admits.

“She deserves to know, though,” Jay points out.

He’s right. You do deserve to know. You deserve a lot of things that Seungsik seems unwilling to give. At the very least, though, you deserve respect. What Chan needs help with is figuring out just how to bring it up with you. Jay is right, you and him have been spending a lot more time around each other than normal. Chan’s been more than happy to keep you company to do all the things that Seungsik doesn’t want to. What he’s not prepared for, however, is this.

Even though it sounds dumb, Chan listens to Jay and asks you to come over to help him make a couple pies for a family get-together. He does have to go over to his aunt’s tomorrow, something you’re very aware of as you and Jay are also invited, and you are excellent when it comes to pies. Chan had just been planning to buy a couple, but this is a ready-made excuse. Even if he thinks it’s dumb. He’s a little surprised that you agreed since he only texted you the same day. Then again, maybe that’s not so surprising.

You breeze in with ingredients, including some that he already has, and immediately get to work laying everything out. He realizes, as you’re looking through his cupboards and scolding him over the lack of organization, how domestic this all feels. Again. It’s not as if he didn’t realize how much he liked you. No, it’s that he realizes he may love you and he’s going to have to tell you something that will break your heart. Best to get it out of the way early before you start baking. Just in case you want to leave.

“Where’s my brother? Avoiding helping in the kitchen?” you wonder.

“No, he went to help Vernon test out a new game,” Chan says.

“You didn’t wanna go?” you ask.

“I kinda figured I needed to make sure I didn’t show up empty-handed tomorrow,” Chan starts. “I was surprised you agreed to come over on such short notice.”

“Oh, well, I didn’t have anything else to do and I can’t exactly leave you in your time of need,” you say, trying for casual and failing.

“Wow, I feel the love,” Chan jokes back.

“Chan, you were going to use fake vanilla in your pies,” you scoff.

It’s hard to keep the smile off his face, despite the news he has to share, as he throws his hands up. “I didn’t know there was a difference!”

“Tragic,” you sigh. “Plus, well, I don’t know. I like hanging out with you.”

“I like it too,” Chan says. It comes out as little more than a whisper and his heart constricts.

“You’ve made this whole season so much better,” you admit.

“Yeah, I could say the same for you. I didn’t really get the big deal about Fall before,” Chan shares.

“You didn’t?” you ask. Chan just shakes his head. “But you agreed.”

“Like you said, I couldn’t leave you in your time of need,” Chan jokes.

You playfully shove his arm. “Do you get it now? The appeal of Fall?”

“I do, yeah. I’ve had a lot of fun,” Chan agrees.

“Wish Seungsik felt the same,” you utter.

That’s it. That’s the opening, the best one he’s going to get. He has to take a deep breath to steel himself. “Where is he today anyway?”

“Seungsik?” you ask to confirm or to stall, it’s unclear which. After another nod, you sigh. “I don’t really know. He told me he had to stay late on a project and then was going to possibly get drinks with a friend at this little dive bar by his office. I hadn’t heard from him when you texted me to ask for help.”

“Did he say who he was meeting?” Chan presses.

You give him a weird look. “I don’t know. Sejun, probably. I don’t know all of his friends, though. Why are you asking?”

“Come here,” Chan says and pats a stool at the counter. It’s clear you think he’s being weird, or at least weirder than normal, but you listen anyway. “I don’t think he was with a friend. At least, I don’t think he was with Sejun.”

“What do you know?” you ask, eyes intent on searching his face.

“I, well I was out at that place you don’t like because it’s too, what do you usually say?”

“Try hard trendy,” you supply with a scoff.

“Right, well I was out and I saw Seungsik there. I didn’t recognize who he was with, but it didn’t seem like a friend. She was blonde and wearing something really revealing, grinding up on him, kissing him. I don’t know, maybe there’s…” Chan hasn’t thought this part out, not really. He feels awkward.

“Maybe there’s an explanation?” you snort. “I’m sure there is. I’m sure it’s that he’s cheating on me like I’ve assumed he was for the past month.”

“I’m so sorry…wait, you what?” Chan splutters.

Of all the outcomes he prepared for, your immediate acceptance hadn’t been one of them. He’s expecting tears and you asking if he’s sure. He’s expecting you to wonder if you did something wrong. He’s expecting all the tearful things you see in movies. Except this isn’t a movie, it’s real life. And you don’t seem surprised, at all. Somehow, that feels worse. Then, he remembers how you were at the Halloween party. How you were the day after. Maybe it makes some amount of sense. It wasn’t the same as before you went apple picking. It wasn’t meek, it was angry. Pissed off. This is more like that.

You stand and shake your head. “I’m not blind and I’m not stupid.”

“I never said you were,” Chan interrupts immediately.

“Oh, no Channie, I know you didn’t,” you say, voice soft like he’s the one that needs to be protected. “I think I’m saying that to myself. I knew something was wrong. I knew he was up to something. He’s never been the best boyfriend, but he got really secretive. He blew me off a lot and just pretended it was because he hated this season.”

“Which is bullshit, by the way. It shouldn’t matter how you feel about something. You at least try for someone you care about,” Chan insists.

“Yeah, he was quick to have something to say about me spending time with you,” you admit. That brings Chan up short.

“What? We did most of the stuff as a group,” Chan points out.

“I wouldn’t think too much about it. It felt wrong when he said it. Like he was deflecting from his shitty behavior rather than commenting on something I’d done,” you say.

“I’m really so sorry, you deserve so much better than everything he’s done to you,” Chan says.

“You know, that’s the first time you’ve actually said it to me, at least in so many words,” you observe.

“Said what? That you deserve better?” Chan questions. Your face is a bit sad as you nod. “It sounds hollow to say, at best, or judgmental, at worst.”

“I could tell you thought it, though, even if you didn’t say it,” you share. “You said at the Halloween party that I deserved someone who valued me, but you didn’t actually say I deserved better.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say it,” Chan says with a sigh.

“Don’t be, I wasn’t ready to hear it,” you assure him. “Besides, you’re one of the only people who shouldn’t be sorry to me. About anything.”

“Do you want to talk about it? About Seungsik and the relationship and what you’re going to do next?” Chan asks.

You look at him for a minute. “On two conditions.”

“Which are?”

“That you let me help you make pies if you do actually need them,” you begin.

“I do,” Chan interrupts.

“And you have to promise not to pull any punches when it comes to your opinions. I want flat out honesty or I don’t want anything.”

“Deal.”

It turns out that it’s still surprisingly easy to be around you. Obviously you’re sad. You’re hurt. There’s part of you that wonders what you’ve done wrong. But, there’s this vibrancy about you that’s been missing the last several months. The laughs come easier, the brightness in your eyes says you’re up to something, and you’re picking on Chan’s complete inability to make a pie at every chance you get.

In between making the pies, Chan is honest, just like he promised. Maybe a little too honest. He’s got a lot of opinions about the things Seungsik did, or usually didn’t do, and how nobody deserves to feel like the things they love are less important. When you share more about your relationship, Chan finds himself more irritated. It’s clear that you were dulling yourself down so that he didn’t find it annoying. Apparently, your laugh was too loud and you got excited about too many little things. You were too nice with new people and that was annoying because sometimes Seungsik didn’t want to be sucked into a conversation. Before he could stop himself, Chan was listing why those were some of the best things about you. He loves how everything about you brightens up when you’re passionate, loves that you can make anyone feel at home, loves how much you love life.

Once you both get past bashing Seungsik, an activity that’s entirely too fun, you ask for Chan’s advice about how to break things off. He’s a little surprised that you seem so sure and that you don’t want to give him a chance to work through it. That’s when you remind him that things felt off, anyway. Remind him about the Halloween party. You’ve given Seungsik plenty of chances to not disappoint you. He’s missed all of them. And when you’re done, you’re done. In that case, Chan suggests that you catch Seungsik by surprise. Show up at his apartment without telling him and maybe he’ll even give you more reason to break it off. It’s blunt and honest and you thank him before he has a chance to second guess that level of honesty.

“Chan, will you get the door?” his aunt calls from the kitchen after the bell chimes through the house.

It takes a second to excuse himself from the conversation with his cousin and make his way towards the door. There’s no thought about who might be on the other side because he knows that his aunt always invites way more people than she should. She just loves to be surrounded by good people and good food. What Chan isn’t expecting, though he probably should be, is seeing you on the other side of the door with a bottle of wine and a bag of ice.

“Hey,” you say casually and hand the bag of ice over to Chan.

“Uh, hey, I wasn’t expecting you,” Chan says, “or a bag of ice?”

“Everyone always needs more ice at a party,” you provide with a shrug. “So, uh, are we gonna stand at the doorway or…”

“Is that who I think it is?” Chan’s aunt calls as she comes down the hallway. “Oh my god, it is. It’s my favorite almost niece!”

Chan steps aside so that his aunt can engulf you in a hug. It’s actually kind of sweet to see such a warm greeting.

“I hope it’s okay, I didn’t think to let you know I’d be here,” you say.

“It’s always okay,” she says. “I’ll take any excuse to see you.”

“Actually, could I give you this ice? I wanted to have a quick chat with her about something before we eat,” Chan says to his aunt.

“Sure, I’ll take the wine too. You remembered my favorite, I see,” she says affectionately before disappearing back into the house.

“I suppose I don’t have to ask what this is about,” you joke.

“Come on, we’ll go this way,” Chan says without answering.

The house isn’t nearly as familiar to you as it is to Chan, but you’ve been here enough to recognize that he leads you into a guest room. There are a couple chairs that save you from having to sit on the bed. That feels like it would be a little too intimate. All Chan wants to do is check that you’re okay.

“I’m surprised you’re here,” Chan states.

“This time of year is about being with the people you care about,” you answer. “Plus, your aunt makes amazing food and I helped you with the pies. It felt like I should be here.”

“I don’t think you’ve ever been here without Jay,” Chan says.

It feels different to be alone with you like this. Going out on adventures, alone or in groups where you ended up together, was one thing. Different, yet easy to fall into. Crashing at your apartment after the Halloween party was entirely different from that, even if it ended up being easy. Having you at his apartment yesterday was surprisingly easy. But this, showing up at his aunt’s house without Jay and newly single, it feels weird. Not weird in a bad way, just weird. There’s almost an intimacy to it, like a glimpse into how things might have looked if everything was different. How it would be if you and him were together and spending time with his family. Yet, he also finds that’s not something he really wishes for anymore. It isn’t that he doesn’t still care about you, because that probably won’t ever change. It’s just that he cares more about helping you with your broken heart.

“Should I not have come?” you ask and Chan hates the way you seem smaller again.

“Of course you should’ve,” Chan rushes out. “I’m really happy you’re here. I’ve been wondering how you were since you left my apartment yesterday.”

Once again, it’s too honest. It’s too vulnerable. Maybe it’s even too much of a burden to possibly admit that to you, but Chan also knows he needs to so he really can move past this.

“You said the girl you saw him with on Friday night was blonde, right?” you ask and Chan nods. “I’m guessing it was the same girl that answered the door in his t-shirt.”

“What?” Chan nearly shouts.

“I didn’t even have to tell him that you saw him, which is probably a good thing. He can’t try to turn it around that you made it up,” you say.

“I…is that a thing that he’d do?” Chan wonders because it’s easier to focus on.

You snort. “Yeah, he was convinced you were in love with me or something. Just another way he was deflecting from himself. Like men and women can’t be friends.”

It’s hard to ignore the way his heart breaks a little at that. Yet the bigger issue is that you’re right, thinking men and women can’t be friends is insane.

“You’ve been such a good friend to me,” you continue on. “I’m so thankful for that. I didn’t realize how much I needed to see an example of a guy just being kind and caring until you were right there.”

“It’s pretty easy to be that to you,” Chan says because it’s honest and it’s real.

“I broke up with Seungsik on the spot, obviously. He didn’t even try to deny it. Actually had the audacity to try and make it my fault. I guess she knew I existed too and didn’t care. Maybe I wouldn’t either if I was getting all his time like that,” you say, more like you’re talking to yourself.

“Yeah you would’ve, you’re too good a person for that,” Chan points out.

“Maybe,” you concede.

“I know it’s a cliche, but you really do deserve so much more than that. You deserve someone that’ll wake up every day and appreciate everything you bring to the table because it’s so much,” Chan says.

“You have to say that, you’re my friend,” you deflect.

“Oh no, I’ve been meaning to tell you, I don’t even really like you that much. I just stick around because of Jay,” Chan jokes and you laugh, bright and real.

“Glad you finally admitted it,” you say. “Maybe you can tell that person, whoever they are, to hurry up and come find me.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Chan tells you. “I am glad you’re here, though.”

“Yeah, me too.”

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Part I

You really didn’t want to be here.

This was the last place you wanted to spend your Saturday night but it was your friend’s bachelorette party and you were willing to go along with it for her. You put money toward a private booth and a lap dance but you couldn’t focus on any of it.

You got there and followed the group of laughing, chatting women through the throngs of people with men and women dancing on poles and against guests and each other in just their thongs and pasties. Some were even completely naked! You attempted to avert your gaze to all of it.

It’s all so…embarrassing.

You try to keep up with the conversations with the women around you while they talk about getting away from their kids and husbands. You can’t relate at all. Not only do you not have either of those things but if you did, you’d hope to love them enough to not want to leave them at home for an evening. You wish you had a little family to cuddle with and watch a movie but right now all you have is a cat and you’d rather be curled up at home with him then watch someone grind against your high school friend.

It was just one evening.

You could do this.

You can’t do this!

You went to the bathroom for five fucking minutes and when you came back, they were gone. They were your ride and your phone was dead leaving you stranded. There was a pay phone but the only number you know by heart is you mom’s. You try to explain Uber to her over the phone but she has no idea what she’s doing so you just give up.

You let out a soft sob after hanging up just as someone walks behind you.

“Are those tears? Hey, what’s going on? Are you alright?”

“No,” you whimper. “The people who I thought were my friends left me and my phone is dead and I don’t have a way to get home.” You vent into this random person before turning to see who you’re actually talking to and your eyes go wide. A tall, buff, blond looks down at you in nothing but a patriotic thong while holding a large red, silver, and blue shield. “You-you’re one of them! Y-you-Captain America!” You feel faint having one of those amazingly attractive dancers so close to you. With so few clothes on.

“Call me Steve. I’m just a guy who takes off his clothes for money,” he smirks trying to cut the tension but you can’t stop shaking. All of your emotions are going wild. “It sounds like you could use a phone and a ride. I’m off in ten minutes and I can give you both.” You nod not knowing what else to say and being completely desperate for a way home. “Alright. Give me a second to change. I have one more dance then I’m all yours.” His blue eyes glance beyond you for a second before lighting up. “Nat, you busy right now?”

“Nope. Next dance is in twenty.” A beautiful red head in a black leather lingerie set steps next to you almost making you jump by how quietly she approached.

“Do you mind taking care of…I’m sorry. I never got your name,” he laughs and your cagey demeanor almost cracks at how beautiful his smile is. You quickly introduce yourself and he smiles and repeats your name and your heart melts a little. “Get her a phone charger or something maybe?”

The red head smiles and turns toward you. “The name’s Natasha.” She leads you to a dressing room with few other women preparing for their next dance but it’s quiet otherwise. The thumping music is muffled by several walls and doors. Natasha pulls on a robe before digging through her bag for something. “Phone charger and a sweater. You look cold. What’s going on with you? It takes a lot to get Steve into super hero mode.” You explain what happened and how you got ditched and left alone. “They don’t sound like very good friends.” Natasha sighs while fixing her makeup. She digs though her bag again and pulls out a bundle of clothes and begins to strip. You instantly stiffen and avert your gaze. “Chill. We’re all girls here,” she laughs while pulling on a pair of fishnets. “Or at least identify as girls.” She grins down to a woman doing her makeup on the other side of the room who bursts into giggles.

“It’s just-just so…” you trail.

“Conservative family?” The red head guesses and you nod slightly ashamed by it. “I get it. I was barely allowed to have my own thoughts growing up. Look at me now,” she grins showing off her red thong and string bra with black stilettos.

“You look amazing,” you whisper, unable to keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Why, thank you. I’ve gotta get out there but Steve will come find you.” You nod and stare down at your phone. It was still displaying a picture of a red battery leaving it utterly useless.

You sigh and glance around the room when the same woman Natasha was joking with earlier speaks up.

“Go watch the show. Nat’s one of the best.” You cringe away at the idea of seeing more naked people but your morbid curiosity gets the better of you. You sneak out of the dressing room to peak around the corner at the stage.

“Wow,” you breathe. Natasha is up there, completely lit up and beautiful while she dances around the pole. She’s like a ballerina and a fighter all in one. She looks so poised and dangerous.

“She’s amazing.” You squeak and almost jump out of your skin at the deep voice behind you. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” Steve laughs gripping your shoulders.

“No. I’m just a little on edge,” you admit, turning to face him. He’s much less…naked and you can actually focus on his features. Strong jaw, plump lips, god, he’s gorgeous.

“You ready to get out of here or do you want to watch the show?” You feel your face heat at the question. Ten minutes ago, you’d be begging to leave this place but now…

“Can we watch her?” You ask timidly. Steve just grins and takes your hand, leading you to a bar stool with an amazing view of the stage.

“This is her new routine. She’s been working on it for months,” Steve mutters close to your ear making you shiver. You try to press the feeling down but he’s so close. It’s hard to completely focus on the dance. But she’s so good, it still manages to draw you in. It’s not so sensual as much as it is artistic. You could easily get past the idea that she was slowly removing her clothes. She truly is someone that demands attention.

“My phone has enough battery. I’ll just order an Uber,” you insist to the blond after exiting the dressing room once more.

“Nah. It’s sketchy around here. I wouldn’t feel right leaving you in the hands of a stranger this late at night.” But Steve is a stranger, too. Sure he rescued you but could you trust him any more than an Uber driver?

You reluctantly follow Steve to his car which is surprisingly nice: a very new looking Range Rover. You weren’t sure what to expect from him. He opens the passenger door for you before closing it behind you. It even smells nice.

“Alright, where to?” You give him directions to your house and he sets out. “Nat’s got a strip off next Friday with probably the only person who can rival her. It’ll be epic. You should come see it,” Steve invites.

You squeak an “oh” at the idea, stiffening up.

“What’s the ‘oh’ for? You busy next weekend. More outings to get left at?” You smile at his joke despite your nervousness and shake your head. “You came in with that bachelorette party, right?” You nod before whispering an affirmative reply. “Your bride coped a feel on my best friend.”

“What?” You cry abruptly turning on the blond.

“Yup,” he chuckles. “Totally palmed his balls. He was going to have them kicked out but then they just left. I’m guessing that’s when all of tonight’s drama went down.”

“D-do you think they meant to leave me?” You whisper.

“Nah. They probably got scared and ran off. Either way, not the best kind of friends.”

You sigh and focus back out of the passenger window. “We’ve known each other since high school and it’s just kinda hard to make friends as an adult so I just stuck with them.”

Steve hums softly. “Yeah, I get that.”

“I’d rather stay home most of the time, honestly.”

“I really get that,” Steve laughs and stops in front of your home. “So, you want to leave home long enough to be my date Friday night?”

“Date?” You almost choke on the word. This gorgeous Adonis was asking you out on a date? That can’t be right…

“Too forward?” He smiles.

“A little,” you whisper squirming in your seat.

“You aren’t seeing anyone are you? I just assumed since you tried to call your mom first,” he trails and you can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous it all sounds.

“No, I’m not seeing anyone,” you clarify finally facing him. He is gorgeous. High cheek bones. His lips must feel amazing.

“Then I’ll pick you up Friday at 7:30 for not a date?”

“Not a date, huh?” You smile shyly. “Okay,” you whisper.

“What was that?” He jokes.

“Okay,” you say a little louder.

“‘Okay’ what?”

“Okay you can take me out on not a date!” You almost shout making him laugh. You’ll be thinking of his laugh all night.

“Oh, now you’re making demands?”

“Steve,” you giggle.

“I’ll see you Friday,” he grins and lets you out of the car.

What does one wear on a strip club date?

Steve picks you up Friday on a sleek black motorcycle and takes you back to the club but it doesn’t look open. You grip his arm as you walk in and it indeed isn’t. Dancers line the stages stretching, doing tricks in leggings and sweats, holding up outfits to be judged.

“Stevie,” they call in a chorus as the blond walks in.

“I thought you were off today,” a tall dark man asks walking up to the two of you. He doesn’t notice you until he gets close. “Hey, you’re new. I’m Sam.” You whisper your name which earns you a smirk. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“This is her?” Another giant man grins walking up to you. “James, but you can call me Bucky,” the new man introduces.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“Damn, Stevie. She is cute,” Bucky laughs before walking away making your face heat as you bury it in Steve’s arm.

“Hey,” Steve laughs putting his other arm around your waist comfortably. “It’s true.”

“Oh my god,” you mutter into his sleeve making him pull you closer and laugh harder.

“You’re back,” you hear a familiar sultry voice call making you peak out.

“Um, Natasha, hi,” you smile shyly.

“You made a friend already,” Steve grins.

“Want to go learn something?” She asks holding out her hand.

“I don’t want to be in the way or anything…” you deny gripping Steve’s arm a little tighter.

“I promise you won’t be in the way. Besides I’m bored out of my mind. Come on. It’ll be fun.”

“Go on,” Steve encourages holding out the arm you’re gripping for dear life. You reluctantly let go and follow the red head to a free pole.

“I’m glad you’re finally getting back out there,” Sam grins leaning back against the stage Natasha took you to.

“Took a while,” Steve sighs and takes the seat across from his friend. “What do you think?”

“I’ve heard her say three words, man,” Sam laughs. “But I’m glad you’re bringing her around. It’s already a better start.” Steve nods and averts his gaze to you doing your first spin on the pole. You look so shy and adorable and, God, you look hot in those skinny jeans and tall boots.

“You know I trust your opinion with these things, almost more than Buck’s. I just want to do this right.”

“Well then, in my opinion, you’re off to a great start.” Sam grips Steve’s shoulder and walks away. You make your first jump at the pole, sliding down gracefully, looking like an absolute natural.

“You ever thought about dancing?” Steve asks, leaning forward in his chair.

“Oh my god, no!” You laugh following Natasha’s instructions.

“You’d be great at it,” the red head encourages. “You’ve got the body for it.”

“No, no, I don’t,” you deny quickly making them both smile.

“Keep getting lessons from Nat and you’ll be coming for her spot soon.”

“One more time then I’ll let you and Steve play,” Natasha smiles and you repeat the steps she taught you once more.

Steve takes a large step up onto the stage making it look so easy with those long legs and grips your waist. “Jump,” he instructs and lifts you much higher than you could ever get on your own. “Wrap this your leg and hold this leg out.” When you hesitate, he steps a little closer. “I’ve got you,” he assures. You slowly follow his instructions. “Right hand on the pole above your head and I’m gonna let you go.”

“No!” You cry leaving him chuckling into your back.

“I’ll be right here. Promise.” You tentatively move your hand and Steve lets go to let you spin down the pole slowly. “Beautiful,” Steve grins.

“Really?” You whisper.

“Wanna try it again?” You nod and he quickly has you back up on the pole.

Soon the night begins and actual paying customers start to flood into the building forcing the two of you to vacate to the bar. You’re already having a much better time then last weekend. Steve orders a beer and you get a cocktail to sip on while he asks all those getting to know you questions. It’s actually very fun. He has a good sense of humor. You learn that he’s known Bucky since he was little and he served in the military and that’s where he met Sam. Steve started stripping for some extra income since being an artist didn’t guarantee a pay check. “Those two biters found out how much I was bringing home a week and started a week later,” he rolls his eyes at the statement making you smile. “It’s starting.”

You spin in your chair to watch the show just in time for them to announce that the Scarlet Witch is making her entrance. A gorgeous strawberry blonde saunters onto the stage in a burgundy body suit. “She’s beautiful,” you breathe.

“That’s Wanda,” Steve intones in your ear. “Can you believe she just had twins?”

“No way! She looks amazing!”

Steve was right. If anyone could beat Natasha, it was Wanda. Her dancing wasn’t as poetic and precise but there was so much passion. It was like comparing a contemporary dancer to a ballerina. The way she flowed was like water or the wind. It was all so natural.

Then they announced the Black Widow and all of Natasha’s precision and perfection entered the stage. It was all calculated and not a hair was out of place. This performance was even better than the one last week and you didn’t think anything could be better than that.

“How do they choose a winner?” You ask Steve as he stands behind you, arms comfortably wrapped around your waist. You didn’t even notice when it happened.

You never wanted him to let go.

“The audience decides. Who do you think did better?”

“They we’re both amazing,” you sigh. “How is anyone supposed to follow this?” You laugh.

“Well, Bucky’s up next and he never needs to do much to get people riled up.”

The women end their performance with a tight embrace and the announcer comes out to help decide the winner.

“Come on,” Steve requests before votes can even be cast.

“But-“ you whimper before seeing the playful glint in his eyes. “Okay.”

You’d follow him to the ends of the earth with that look.

He leads you to the back of the club and up a couple of flights of stairs to the roof.

There’s a large blanket and pillows laid you with utensils and plates and a bottle of wine waiting for the two of you.

“You did this?” You ask looking up at the tall blond. Steve just blushes and leads you to your spot, helping you into a seated position.

“Um, the bar doesn’t have the most extensive menu so I hope you’re okay with pizza.”

“Pizza is perfect,” you grin.

A margarita pizza is brought up to the roof with large salad bowl.

“This is feeling more and more like a date,” you observe while putting some salad on your plate.

“Good!” Steve grins then immediately drops it. “I mean, I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I?”

“No, I’m just warming up to the whole dancer thing. I don’t think I was with the right crowd last week.”

“The right atmosphere will do wonders,” Steve sighs and fills your wine glass.

“I do have one kinda weird question…” you trail sallowing a sip of wine and feeling a little more bold with more alcohol in your system. “Do you…have…sex?” You whisper the last word like it’ll bite you if you say it too loud.

“Like, in general?” Steve laughs making your face heat as you bury it in your hands.

“No!” You cry dramatically. “I mean, like, for money.”

“Would it be a bad thing if I did?”

“No,” whisper. “I’m just curious…”

“No, I’m not a sex worker. It honestly sounds like too much work to fake orgasms all the time. I have sex purely for pleasure. I’d love to show you sometime.”

“Steve!” You whine.

“Too forward?” He winks making you smile.

“Just a little,” you joke.

“Come here,” he beckons you closer and wraps an arm around your shoulders as you lean into his side. “So are we having sex next weekend or should we plan an actual date?”

“Steve!” You gasp and swat his chest. His pecs are so firm.

“Already trying to feel me up? We can head to my place right now.”

“Stop,” you cry burying your face in his chest. And he smells so good.

“You’re okay with me being a dancer?” He asks taking a sobering tone.

“Why wouldn’t I be? A job is a job. I just wasn’t the most comfortable being surrounded by naked strangers.”

“I get that,” Steve nods. “Normally women are kinda turned off by it. I like you, I mean, I really like you, and I just don’t want to get my hopes up too soon.”

You watch him for a moment while he stares out at the city skyline. You know there’s some trauma there but for right now, you just want to snuggle into his embrace.

“I like you, too,” you admit and reach up to press a kiss to his cheek.

His face blushes and it’s the cutest thing you’ve seen in a long time.

Steve grabs a pillow and pulls it behind his back to rest on, pulling you down into his chest.

“Who do you think won?” You ask while drawing shapes into the fabric of his shirt, feeling those hard abs just below his skin.

“That’s a tough one. Nat is the crowd favorite but Wanda is a little more personable. Should we bet on it?”

“What are the stakes?” You ask sitting up to watch him. He’s got mischief written all over him.

“If you win, you owe me a kiss. And if I win I get to pick next week’s date.”

“Both of those benefit you!” You argue making Steve grin.

“You asked me what the stakes are!”

You pout for a moment while watching him before laying back down against him. “How about if I win, you owe me a kiss. And if you win, I get to pick next weeks date.”

“Nah, I like my idea better,” Steve laughs. “Who are you betting on, sunshine?”

“Sunshine, huh?”

“Mmmhumm,” Steve hums squeezing you a little tighter.

“I’m betting on Natasha,” you finally decided.

“So, I’m betting on Wanda?” You nod. “Alright.”

Sure enough, Wanda won, leaving you at Steve’s mercy for your next date.

What does one wear for a sex date?

Part II | Master List

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Challenging fate (Tom Riddle x reader)

soulmate!au

Epilogue

Masterlist

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Epilogue

Description: There were a lot of unexpected things happening the day of the Battle of Hogwarts. Being send back into the past to change the course of history was definitely one of them.

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“Mom!”, your seven-year-old son shouted from upstairs making you roll your eyes. “Yes honey?”, you called back while simultaneously concentrating on the charms that prepared dinner and on the two-year-old girl zooming around the kitchen. You were just glad your ten-year-old recently got really into reading and was sitting quietly on the couch. Sitting there like that you had to admit that he looked even more like a carbon copy of his father, just like his younger brother. Their two sisters looked more like you, but they still had Toms eyes.

“(Y/D/N) won’t stop taking the Gameboy! She’s going to break it!”, he shouted angrily, referring to your four-year-old daughter. Before you could answer him, the front door opened and in stepped your lovely husband of eleven years. Eventhough you were barely over thirty, you were married for that long already. He wanted to marry right after school - being the old fashioned way he was - and after three years you finally agreed, not being able to say no anymore, because honestly he was your soulmate and fuck what everyone else thinks.

“Hello my love”, he greeted you first, giving you a soft kiss. “How was it at the ministry today?”, you asked him stroking his cheek gently. “Actually today wasn’t as bad, somehow nearly everybody managed to do their job without the help of the minister, so I could actually focus on being the minister for a change”, he chuckled, kissing your hand. You grinned, but the moment was broken by your son yelling for you again.

“Would you mind? I gotta concentrate on dinner and that little devil over there”, you sighed with a smile and he grinned. “Of course darling, you just make sure not to overdo it, wouldn’t want the little one to get stressed”, he scolded you, softly stroking your prominent belly. “Love you”, you told him and he just kissed you again. Saying hello to (Y/S/N) who was waving at him, not looking up from his book, and picking up your youngest daughter who was clutching onto her dads legs the moment she saw him, he made his way upstairs. Turning back to your busy kitchen, you were thinking about how you couldn’t believe everything turned out to be so perfect.

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“She finally fell asleep”, Tom sighed, getting into bed next to you. “I don’t know where she takes the energy from”, you giggled quietly, letting Tom pull you into his arms after he turned off the light. “She definitely got that from you”, he said his chest moving with silent laughter. “Hey!”, you jokingly complained, but snuggled closer to him at the same time.

“We are invited to dinner at Draco’s on Saturday”, Tom let you know, Draco probably having invited him at work. Even after over ten years it was still weird to you sometimes to be on friendly terms with Draco (and the other Slytherins), but after Tom was sorted into Slytherin again (of course) he immediately took back the place on top of all classes - constantly battling for it with your sister.

And after the other Slytherins saw how gifted he was - eventhough he was only a halfblood - they immediately began to hang out with him.

“Mhm, I wanted to visit Hermione tomorrow evening, do you think you could take the kids?”, you asked and he immediately answered “Of course my love.” After a few moments of silence Tom began to speak again. “You know, I am so glad that you came into my life. And how you saved it”, he told you so quietly that you almost didn’t catch it. He told you this regularly, but it always hit a certain spot in your heart. “I’m glad I did too, and I’m so thankful for the children aswell”, you smiled, not even trying to imagine how your life would look like if you didn’t go back in time.

“I hope you know this is the last one though”, you added with a laugh, pointing to your round belly. “We’ll see about that”, Tom said and stroked your stomach gently, and you could just hear the smirk in his voice. “If you push out the next one we can talk about it”, you told him threateningly and bumped his chest with your finger, making him chuckle.

Tom sighed heavily, his hand stopping its movement on your belly and resting there comfortably. “Jokes aside love, I hope you know how incredible you are for…everything”, he just said for the lack of a better word and you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I love you”, you whispered, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “I love you”, he whispered back and gave your forehead a gentle kiss.

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It’s over I’m gonna cry ngl helppp! Anyway, I hope y’all enjoyed this fic, and thank you thank you thank you for all of your kind and sweet comments, that is the most motivating thing ever!! I’ll definitely try and write more, just gotta get my ass up smh <3

@salleun @darkenwolfie @dannalikestoread

#tom riddle x reader #x reader #granger!reader #harrypotter #hogwarts #hufflepuff reader #soulmates #soulmate!au #the dark lord #tom riddle

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Ok I was not expecting November to be out until actual November so when I saw your post about au reqs and that the story was finished, I was like ??? Omg what ???

Anyway, loved loved the fic, the concept was original and executed so well, give me x1 farmer’s market steve please. You and your writing talents are incredible! ❤️

And I also have some au requests! and tbh it’s mostly like Steve pov for like everything 🫢 I know it’s going to hurt so much but Steve pov when he comes back and reader’s not there 🥺 And then on the flip side, steve’s first impression of reader at the market 🥺 And also, steve and reader’s first date when they’re back together 🥺

thank you so much for reading!! i'm so glad you liked the fic <3 as for your request, i'm going to go with the middle one -- steve's first impression of bee girl at the market! i have a hard time getting into steve's head but i've tried my best <3

steve's first impression, 1.1k | a no good at waiting one-shot | au masterlist ___

It's not a great Saturday for Steve. The thin fabric on the knee of his jeans finally tore when he tugged them on this morning and he's pretty sure he's getting a sunburn since Robin stole his hat. And, to add to his stress, said best friend is trying her very best to ruin his birthday surprise for her.

Nothing big, not really, just a few candles in her favorite scent from New-Bee's. Which he's meant to pick up today, but Robin won't leave him alone. Despite all of this, Steve manages to take a few deep breaths in the hustle and bustle of market prep. He's a pro at this by now -- making sure all of the produce is organized, prepping the bags for customers, and getting the change drawer sorted. He knows that Claudia Henderson will be by for her plums at 10 and that Ted Wheeler will want apples without any bruises at 1. He'll swing by Rick's to give Eddie his eggs at 11:30 and Joyce will want some berries for Will at close.

This is Steve's life and damn, he's got it down to a system. And he loves it. The Hawkins farmer's market is his home and he knows it like the back of his hand.

Which is why he barely stops himself from swearing out loud when he sees you at the New-Bee's stand instead of Melanie. How could he have forgotten that the new girl was due? Everyone has been waiting for you to show at a market since you got here but this weekend seems to be the one you've decided to make you appearance at. All of his stress rushes back to the surface and he knows he's not going to be his best self for the next few moments. But he needs these candles before Robin notices he's gone.

Even still, he allows himself to stare at you for a few moments before he gets your attention. You're pretty, he realizes with surprise. Really pretty and you look a little lost, a little shy. The stand has been organized much more carefully than Melanie ever bothered to, everything in neat rows with the labels turned out. You care, that much is clear. But why? he wonders. How did you get here?

Not questions for now. He looks over his shoulder but finds no sign of Robin. "Hello? Anybody home?" he says, waving his gloves in front of your face. You startle a little, then smile hesitantly.

"Hi," you say. "Can I...help you?"

He taps his foot once. "Who are you? Where's Melanie?" He doesn't really listen to what you say, eyes taking in your name tag. He says your name aloud in his head, turns it over in his mind before casting it away. And then you say his and he fights the urge to shiver. Get a hold of yourself, Harrington, he thinks.

Maybe he can turn on the charm for you. You probably don't have any friends yet, maybe haven't talked to anyone your age in weeks. So he figures he can pull it off. He decides to lean in, but that only gives him a better look at your face, at the color of your eyes. He has to blink a few times to get himself to focus.

What happens next isn't entirely his fault. That's what he tells himself. It's the unfortunate combination of the day: he's a little stressed, you're new and he doesn't know you, the threat of Robin seeing his activities at any second. But one second he's thinking about flirting with you for real and the next you're telling him you don't have the candles and then you're snapping at him and--. Well. He's backing away and heading for Sara's empty-handed and tasting something sour.

"What was that about?" Robin asks him when he slides behind the berries and starts to fuss with them. "Did Eddie just say you were being mean to the new girl? I haven't even met her yet, Steve! You can't ruin my chance to charm her."

"Yeah, good luck with that," he scoffs. "She's a real treat." Maybe he's being a bit cruel but you were pretty rude to him. He doesn't want you to be rude to Robin, too.

He drags her with him to Rick's to drop off Eddie's eggs during a lull. She interrogates him the whole time.

"I don't get it, Steve," she says and he shushes her. "She just refused to help you? I don't think Bob would hire someone like that."

"Yeah, Harrington," Eddie says, watching the conversation with interest. "You sure you're not just rattled by how pretty she is?" Steve scowls and hopes he's not blushing. Will no one believe him?

"What's it to you, Munson?" Steve bites out. Eddie holds up his hands and gins.

"No need to get jealous, dude," he says. "She's all yours." Robin cackles.

"She's not -- shut up!" Steve runs his hands through his hair. These fuckers will never let him have a moment's peace. "That's not what this is about. Besides, she doesn't seem eager to make friends. I mean, she was pretty rude to me!"

"Yeah, I'm sure you were so nice to her," Robin says. "How did she piss you off so much?"

"She couldn't find the...uh...stuff I ordered weeks ago, Robin. I mean, keeping track of stock isn't hard. I don't know where she came from anyway. Maybe she'll be gone once Bob realizes she's losing stuff like an idiot." Steve has his back to the crowd and he catches Robin's grimace too late.

"Steve," you say loudly, and then your hand is on his shoulder, not so gently turning him around to face you. His brain moves a little too slowly, eyes widening and cheeks flushing as he realizes you overheard him. Shit, he thinks.

Maybe he can salvage this. "Uh--"

"I found your things," you say. Your grin is downright terrifying, and yet he still thinks you're pretty. "So sorry it took so long. I'm just so new and stupid." He grabs the parcel you shove into his hands and doesn't even lean back when you get really close. He can see you pupils dilate. "You don't know a thing about me," you hiss, "so I think you should go fuck yourself."

You turn on your heel and stalk away and Robin and Eddie start to laugh a little too hard.

"Oh my god," Robin says around her heaving breaths. "She's amazing. That was amazing."

"Pick your jaw up off the ground, Harrington," Eddie says. "You'll catch flies." Steve snaps his teeth together and frowns at his friends.

"Stop laughing," he demands. "This isn't funny! I told you she was rude!"

Robin pats him on the back, eyes on the parcel. He shoves it behind him and she sticks her tongue out.

"Yeah, dude," Eddie sighs. "You're so fucked."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #no good at waiting

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Happy birthday, Resa!

**Not my gif. Please lmk if it's yours.**

Surprise!

Jay Halstead/Reader

Summary: It's your birthday and it's possible your boyfriend has plans you don't want to be a part of.

Warnings: none? This is just a little ficlet for Resa's birthday. Not much to it. Everyone make sure to send her happy birthday wishes on the 13th. Posting this early bc I actually finished this in time and so you can maybe enjoy it in time as well.

This also fills the Free Square for @resanoona 's 3k Fiesta Bingo!

Surprise!

Work sucked. There was no other way to put it. Of course you had to go into the office today when most days you were able to do your work remotely.

Feeling defeated and overworked, you unlock the door to your apartment after the exceptionally long, and, to be blunt, stupid, day. You probably pictured this exact moment a dozen times today: coming home, slipping your shoes off, changing out of your work clothes and into your pajamas, and popping open a bottle of wine before plopping down in front of the TV.

As you open the door, something feels…off. You can't quite figure it out, but it's almost too quiet, too dark. Dread quickly fills you, because while it is your birthday, you are in no mood for a surprise party. It's why you had plans to celebrate it this weekend instead of today.

Ever so slowly, you flip on the nearest light and mentally brace yourself for the yells and throngs of people. A fake smile takes over your face and…

"Surprise!"

Jay pops up from behind the kitchen island.

Just Jay.

Well Jay and a bouquet of a dozen red roses. There are takeout bags from several of your favorite restaurants, three balloons, and a small bakery box on the counter in front of him. But no one else is jumping out of obscure hiding places in your apartment.

Slowly, a genuine smile takes the place of your fake one. Jay chuckles as you finally leave your spot near the doorway.

"I gotcha, didn't I? You were worried this place was littered with people."

You nod sheepishly.

"I think I know my baby girl better than that. Come here." Jay opens his arms, inviting you for an embrace. You step into him and as his arms wrap around you, you let out a deep breath finally able to relax.

"Happy birthday, love." He kisses the top of your head. He starts to pull away, but you shake your head no into his chest.

"Not yet," you murmur. He holds you tighter.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Work. Sucked."

A small laugh escapes him. "Yeah, I got that idea when I saw your text with all your profanities and angry emojis. So...?"

"It was a bunch of little things, ya know? But I'm better now. I'm home and you're here. Can we just focus on that?"

"Of course."

With one more squeeze, you finally let Jay go. You look up at questionly, "What are you doing here anyway? I thought you'd be working. We're going out this weekend."

He shakes his head. "My plan was always to be here with you if I could. I still have our reservation for Sunday. But Stella and Sylvie are taking you to the spa on Saturday. And I have a card for you from everyone in Intelligence. Kim did it. She even got Platt to sign it." You can't help but look surprised. It causes Jay to shake his head. "You're really loved in case you forgot. And your friends want you to know that. Always, but especially on your birthday. They understand not wanting to do a lot after working all day, but they weren't going to not celebrate with you."

You smile. The swirl of emotions you feel has momentarily left you speechless.

"Go change your clothes. I'll get dinner set up," he tells you with small smile, bringing you back to this moment with him.

"Can we eat in front of the TV?"

"Yes."

"Can we watch whatever I want?"

"Yes."

"Are you doing whatever I want because it's my birthday?"

Jay laughs. "Yes."

You grin before turning towards your bedroom, but you stop. You stand on your tiptoes and place a quick kiss on Jay's lips.

"Thank you for being here. And thank you for knowing me well enough to know this," you wave a hand indicating to the food and him, "is what I want for tonight."

"You absolutely don't have to thank me for that. And after dinner, I'll show you just how well I really know you." Jay gives you a wink. His playful innuendo is not loss on you and despite your best efforts you feel your cheeks heat slightly.

This time you really do turn for your bedroom and find your comfy clothes, taking a minute to send a quick text to your friends thanking them as well before changing.

Feeling significantly better than you did when you first arrived home, you head to your living room to devour your favorite food with your favorite person. You take a spot on the floor next to Jay. An array of food and plates sit on your coffee table. Wordlessly Jay hands you the remote for the television. You take it with a smile and find your show, kicking off what you're sure will now be the perfect birthday.

#jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x you #resa.3kfiestabingo

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Anyway You Want Me: Chapter 2

(Rewrite)

Word Count: 3,531

Writers Note: I abandoned this fic, but I'm rewriting it now that I've expanded on Cecelia and Elvis, This is an au idea as stated last time! Well let us try this again

Warning: None so far except for language and historic language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: In 1953, in Memphis Tennessee, Cecelia and her mother Denise Valmos move to Shelby County as Her mother Calpurnia's Nashville home is going through renovations, but when asked to keep a low profile by her mother, Cecelia makes friends with the quirkiest, shy, yet charming kid in class, at least Friends is what she'd call them.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

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Memphis, Tennessee, Saturday, May 1953

"Is it three yet?" Cecelia asked as she was in her bedroom brushing out her curls and adding a small victory roll, adding a flower to the side for good luck. Sure, the look was out of style, but she still appreciated the timeless look,

"It's 2:40," Denise shouted back as Cecelia grinned. She was finally going to be hanging out with someone, a cool someone, a shy someone, but it was someone she could talk to and share her everything with. Taking her keys from off her dresser, she was ready to go.

"See you later, mother!"

"See you later, and be safe!"

"I will!" Walking out the door, Cecelia passed her father, "Hi Daddy, bye Daddy..." Racing to her car, she got in and drove off, waving at the fans who were there for her parents. The life of being a child that no one exactly knew had any talents.

"What's gotten into her?"

"A boyfriend." Denise rolled her eyes at her ex-husband, "You'd know that if you were in her life more."

"Maybe if you weren't so busy with Sinatra-"

"Don't you go there..."

Elvis would be lying if he wasn't twiddling his thumbs with jobs at the electric company just to kill time today. His watch was reading 2:56, which meant his shift was almost over, and he could hang out with Cecelia. Elvis couldn't wait to see her, which was totally not weird because Elvis only knew her for two days, but she was cool enough for him to be excited about seeing her, right? Either way, he knew she was worth him hanging around. Pulling back up to the store, Elvis saw her pink car. His heart was pounding out of his chest as he saw Cecelia, wearing shorts and a striped shirt, leaning against the counter with the toned legs of a dancer, and, boy, was Elvis entertained. She had on heels. And a pink chiffon bow in her hair and Elvis wanted nothing more than to pull her close and whisper sweet nothings and say-

"There you are! I was talking to this young lady here about electric wiring."

"Did you know that when the male goes into the Female, and they plug into each other, boom, we get lights!" Cecelia glanced at Elvis, acting as if she didn't know that. Meanwhile, he was thinking about a male and a female, but not lights.

"Mhmm... I-I-I'll actually be right back." Elvis said as he went to freshen up. It wasn't like he was trying to impress Cecelia, Well, maybe a little, changing out of his work slacks. He had on a pair of black slacks and a white lace see-through button-up shirt with pink socks and his loafers. When he walked out, Elvis had hoped he would have taken Cecelia's breath away, but instead, he heard, "You look good, Pres."

"Thanks, Val, you uh ready to go?"

"Yeah." Taking his keys, he opened her door, then his, as the two began their adventures,

"So where to first, record shop, comic shop?"

"Surprise me," Cecelia said, taking a bit of a glance at him as he began to drive. He wanted to rest his hand on her thigh, but friends didn't do that. He just had to focus.

"Music shop it is."

Music played on the radio as Cecelia hummed along. She could carry a tune, Elvis thought to himself as he listened. He didn't sing much unless it was at Church. Or his room or the stairs of his apartment complex. Other than that, he was a shy little thing,

"So Cece..."

"Hmm?"

"You never did tell me where you moved from."

"Well, sugar..." Elvis felt his heart pound when she said sugar. That southern drawl of hers was strong, a bit like Scarlet O'Hara but sweeter, "North Carolina, Originally born and raised, but then for three years I lived in Georgia, and that was like stickin your hand in a jar of hot peppers and rubbin your eyes afterward." she laughed as Elvis kept trying to focus on the road, but he had laughed with her too,

"Sounds like it was hell."

"You've no idea, sugar." She smiled, applying her red lipstick,

"So what about you? You don't exactly sound like a Memphian boy." She smirked as he blushed. It was back on him now, all the attention,

"Well, I was born and raised in Tupelo, Mississippi," Elvis smiled as Cecelia grinned,

"That explains that heavy accent."

"Yours ain't light either,"

"I don't know what you're talkin bout." Cecelia playful nudged him as they parked at the music store,

"Oh really, what do you call honey."

"Definitely not what you call it." She laughed at his adorable accent as he helped her out of the car,

"And what do I call it."

"Hunneh..." she mumbled as he laughed with her,

"That's what I sound like?" He questioned as she nodded,

Watching him walk to the comic store was like he was some star of importance, which to her he was. He had distinctiveness about him, but it was clear that he didn't notice it yet. When they walked in, Cecelia called to the guitars on the wall. Her medicine of choice was a Gretsch, but she didn't mind a Gibson. Or a Fender.

"Do you play?" Elvis asked

"A little..." Cecelia said, a guitar pick in her mouth, trying to reach for one of the Gibson guitars on the top shelf.

"Mind if I..." Before Cecelia could respond, she was suspended mid-air and sitting on his shoulder,

"Oh..." reaching for the guitar, she grabbed it,

"Thanks, sugar. I mean, El, Pres." She was flustered by the actions before her.

"No problem. Cece with an E," He put her down. And he grinned a little bit. Her skin was actually really smooth, not that he was surprised, but it was a bonus. Sitting down, she strummed the guitar.

"Well, I don't care if the sun don't shine. I get my lovin' in the evening time. When I'm with my baby." Cecelia began to sing as she played the song with a more bluesy rock and roll feel. She had a jazz undertone, but to Elvis, it sounded like an Angel was singing to him and a guitar princess strumming with the way her fingers were on the fret playing. It was almost as if Cecelia were a pro, and the song Cecelia picked was a classic now sung by Dean Martin.

Elvis was enchanted by her. But he couldn't be. Cecelia probably saw him as a friend anyway, and he'd been okay with that, even if his heart would simply ache from the confession.

"Do you play Pres..."

"El..."

"Elvis!"

"Hmm, sorry, I-I-I was thinkin." he stuttered as Cecelia blushed. Why was he so cute and innocent? She couldn't think of him like this. He was her friend, and he probably didn't feel the same.

"Oh, I was wondering if you played guitar."

"A little." He rubbed the back of his neck, "But how about the comic book shop?" he added. He wanted to save Beale Street for later in the afternoon when the lights started to come on, and the street really came to life,

"I'd like that," putting the guitar down. The two then walked to the comic book store,

"So, where'd you learn to sing and play like that!"

"Well, my mother. She sings, and my daddy. When he was around. Played guitar, then I learned the rest from B.B. King." She shrugged,

"A girl who enjoys good music."

"Good music, good food, and great SUPERMAN!" she rushed to the window as Elvis laughed,

"Cece, wait up!"

"EL IT'S A NEW ISSUE."

"Superman nice... But" his eyes saw a Jay Garrick comic, he snuck off and picked it up as he showed her, all he heard was a gasp,

"ELVIS YOU FOUND IT!"She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, a blush creeping on his face,

"F-F-Found what?"

"The comic issue I've been lookin for! "

"you're welcome!" there were eyes on them as Cecelia and Elvis both blushed,

"A discount for your date there," Irene said. Irene was the daughter of the owner. She knew Elvis well, in the sense he'd buy his Captain Marvel Jr. comics here.

"She's just a friend, Irene."

"Sugar, look what I found!

"Mhmm, a friend..." Irene smirked, "I'll ring that one up, too." she winked, walking toward the counter.

"This one's gonna be legendary..." He looked at the comic book as she grinned, "Definitely legendary." They walked to the car to further their adventure. As they cruised down the street, the radio had been playing Dean Martins That's Amore, in which Cecelia had taken it upon herself to croon her entire heart out as Elvis as the test subject,

"Y-You speak Italian..."

"Well, I've sung in German, French, Italian, and Spanish," she grins, "But Sometimes I speak French."

"I-I-I-"

" Êtes-vous d'accord, Elvis?" Cecelia leaned in,

"I don't know what you just said. But hell, it sounded pretty." Elvis's brain was short-circuiting. If she was being a flirt, then he needed to get her back for it, too.

"You think so. I've been a little rusty and haven't been to a French restaurant in a while..." She sighed,

"You live an interestin life, Cece."

"I try to. Sometimes, I can never sit in one place. I have to be doing somethin. You know El. Like playing violin or singin or," Elvis was listening to her. She was passionate and energetic, a fast talker when she was excited, and he loved it.

"Am I talking too much?"

"No, you're talkin just fine," opening her door, he took her hand and helped her out as she blushed. He was a gentleman, a good listener, who had a keen attention to detail, and soft yet slightly callused hands that she could admire.

"So this is Beale Street..." She said to herself,

"Wait til you see it at 7 pm. It's only 5, so we got time to see whatever you want."

"Hmm... Let's walk and get into some good trouble." She grinned as Elvis smirked,

"I'm beginin to really like you." he said, as Cecelia blushed, "As a friend."

"Me too, kid," she giggled. Ruffling up his hair as she laughed,

"I-I- I ain't no kid, Cece, why I bet I'm older than you."

"When's your birthday, El," Cecelia smirked, stepping up to him,

"January 8th, 1935." he smirked as if he were right, and she would grovel at his feet and say she was, in fact, a kid, a mere worm, "What about you, huh,"

"January 7th, 1935." she grinned,

"Damn it, guess you're the boss." He laughed as the two then came up towards a tailor shop. Elvis was standing at the window looking at the suits and the shoes,

"Wanna go in?" Cecelia asked. Elvis looked a bit hesitant. He had always craved the look, though he knew he couldn't afford it much. But a man could dream.

"I can't afford much of anything in there..."

"Elvis Aron Presley, You are going in that store. You will try on whatever it is you want, so that way. You know what you'll want when you can," she smirked, taking him by the hand and dragging him through the doors. She was gutsy, and he liked it. Really, he loved it.

"Excuse me, but my friend here wants to try on..." Her eyes scanned the room for the pink suit that was in the window, "That fine suit right there, if you please." she smiled,

"Of course, Ms. If you'd follow me, sir."

"Cece..."

"Trust me, you'll look great." Cecelia smiled as she sat down in the waiting area, reading the men's fashion magazines and swooning at some of the men in them. She could hear Elvis in there having a bit of a ball and commotion over the experience, a snicker leaving her lips,

"Cece little help here!" was all she heard,

"You'll be fine. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about!"She shouted back. She was on a page about Frank Sinatra and her mother when her concentration was taken off guard.

"Well, Ms., what do you think?"

"Well...I..." The pink in the outfit brought out those electric baby blues, and the lace gave him this alluring, sultry feel. The pants gave him an essence that told him he could have anything he ever dreamed of, and suddenly, she was beginning to dream of him in broad daylight,

"Well, Cece..." The sinister smirk on his face was doing something she'd never felt before,

"Stand up straight..." she stood up, "Well, aren't you cookin' good lookin," Cecelia smirked, looking him up and down like one would inspect a car.

"You really think so?" He asked as he danced a little in the outfit,

"Mhmm..." Her mind was racing, but they were just friends, "You could get any girl in that."

"You should get it for your boyfriend, Ms. We'll make up a fake invoice if you want to keep you two a secret..."The clerk smirked as both Cecelia and Elvis blushed,

"Oh no, we're just friends and just browsin' around, really," He then went back to the dressing room to change into something else. Cecelia couldn't contain the blush on her face when she saw him in another outfit, "Woah... you're a knockout." She smiled,

"We have a dress that compliments his suit." The clerk said. And Cecelia was in the dressing room, turning into a young woman rather than a young girl. She was wearing the latest dress in fashion, the Wiggle dress.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I-I..." That was all Elvis could say. He short-circuited like a bad electric cable. There was no going back now. He was past a crush. He was in love.

"You're beautiful."

"You mean it?"

"Yeah..." Elvis said as he went to get changed back into his clothes. Cecelia was tricky to read, but he knew he'd get the gist of her. Cecelia couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach, but maybe she was just hungry. The shop keepers shook their heads.They knew young love when they saw it, and that definitely was it.

"You hungry?"

"Hmm, I could eat, El." she took his hand. She waved the shopkeepers goodbye. They waved back and watched them leave until they were safe towards wherever they were going.

"So the thing about me getting any girl..."

"You could in that outfit. You just gotta be confident, you know..." She paused. There in the cafe was an array of black skin dancing and singing, having a grand time while they were enjoying their burgers and fries,

"We can eat here if you'd like."

"YES!" this was the life she had missed, the life Elvis had always known.

"Hey Elvis!" some teenage girls waved at him as he waved back.

"Hey Mildred, Shirley, Rudy," he winked as they giggled, "Who's your friend."

"Cecelia Valmos." She introduced herself as they walked over and sat down, "

Oh girl, I love your hair!" one of the girls said as Cecelia grinned,

"Thank you. I love yours, too!"

"She just moved here not too long ago."

"You picked a good tour guide."Rudy said, "He's always here like he lives here," she chuckled,

"Is that so."

"Girl, you should see E cut up a rug. He's like a white guy with a black soul." Shirley commented as Elvis blushed, "And when He sings..."

"Ladies, I'm right here." he blushed, getting embarrassed a bit.

"I'll keep that in mind." she chuckled. The waitress then came by as she looked at saw Elvis,

"Let me guess, cheeseburger, a milkshake, fries salted." she laughed, "And for you, dear?"

"Cheeseburger and a soda, please."

"No fries?" Elvis asked,

"I'll just eat yours."

"Aw, a date?"

Elvis and Cecelia quickly shook their heads,

"We're just friends..." Cecelia said,

"For now, " the three girls had said as they went to dance with their boyfriends. Cecelia watched them as she then looked at Elvis, who was tapping his foot,

"You wanna dance?" offering her hand out to him,

"Sure." Elvis took her hand as they went up to the jukebox. Let's have a Party was playing, and that's what Cecelia intended to do. The two were dancing together and laughing as it had been the most fun the two had been having. Pulling her close and spinning her around, he was impressed with her footwork. There had been a few girls he'd danced with, but this one, for once, could keep up. He then began doing his own thing as Cecelia watched his hips. She began to be mesmerized until she joined him. Swaying her hips as Cecelia danced around him, another guy took her by the hand as they began to do the Lindy Hop, flipping her over his shoulder as Cecelia laughed. He was impressed with her courage and how much of a fun time she was.

"HEY E CATCH!" Bernard shouted as he spun Cecelia into Elvis's arms.

Elvis caught Cecelia as he dipped her, heart racing as she looked up at him, "Nice catch..." She said as Elvis blushed, "Nice, dancin." he then walked them both to their table. Sitting down, Cecelia and Elvis ate and talked as she took some of his fries, and he took some of her pickles from her burger,

"So, has today been fun so far," Elvis asked as Cecelia sighed.

"I don't know, I mean..."

"Yes..."

"Well..."

"Cece..."

"I've been havin a blast!" she smiled.

"Great, 'cause now I wanna show you the true Beale Street." he smiled, clutching his heart at her reaction.

"Is this not the real..." walking outside. Cecelia saw the city lights. They felt more comforting than New York and brighter than Paris. They felt like home. Elvis could see the sparkle in her eyes as she was mesmerized by the scene, music from every street, people dancing, cars going by,

"May I?"

"You may." Elvis took Cecelia's hand and walked with her across the street. Walking by other shops and bands. Cecelia could feel that this was where music truly lived. A group of musicians were playing as Elvis began to mumble under his breath and sing the words. Cecelia had tried to listen.

"You know... You heard me sing..." Cecelia smirked,

"Yeah, I did..."

"it's your turn..."

"Cece..."

"Please, Pres..."

"Cil..."

"Elvis... Elvis...Elvis." She cheered as he took a deep breath and sang along to the song. When he began to sing, it was like time stood still to try to catch up to him. He was lost in the music, dancing and almost nearly performing the song. When he had stopped, Elvis had noticed Cecelia's mouth completely wide open in shock.

"ELVIS ARON PRESLEY!!! WHY ARE YOU NOT ON THE RADIO!" Cecelia playfully shook him about. As he laughed, "Or on TV, people should have posters of you, they should have billions of your records!!" she grinned,

"I could say the same about you," he smiled as Cecelia giggled. He was right, but she was right, too.

"Yeah, but this is about you!"

"Well, Cil, I got terrible stage fright." He laughed, "I can't be no singer or actor with stage fright." he sighed,

"Yeah, you can. Many get nervous, too."Cecelia said as she got closer to him,

"I-I-I-I da-don't pronounce my W's right an..."

"So, you got the look. I mean, behind the lanky look and the choppy colored hair... There's a star." Cecelia backed away,

"Cil..."

"Imagine it, everyone screamin Elvis Presley!" she twirled, stumbling a bit as he caught her,

"Yeah... no," He laughed. Maybe if I played football or somethin, they should be cheerin your name." he smirked, lifting her up again on his shoulders, "Cecelia Valmos, the great guitar player, the amazing singer." he looked up at her as she looked down at him both their eyes meeting, it was electric.

"Elvis Presley, the great dancer! and mover of hips and remover of panties!" she joked as Elvis turned red,

"That don't sound half bad." he laughed with her, the two heading back to his car,

"Elvis... Are you free tomorrow?"

"I got church an work, but after that..."

"Wanna hang out again tomorrow?" Cecelia asked,

"Sure, we could go to a park or the library, maybe we could study at my place?"

"We could do that, I could make brownies as a snack,"

"It's a done deal then Cece," he smiled driving her to her car,

"See you tomorrow El."

"Same time?"

"Same time!"

Walking to her house, she was on cloud nine. She was in love, and her mother knew it. For every mother did, they all could remember that rush of joy the first time they fell head over heels in love,

"How was it."

"We went comic book shopping. And to a music store, and dancing." She twirled around giggling,

"Oh, mama, it was great." Elvis smiled as his mother watched the blush on his face get deeper.

"Are you gonna see her again?"

"When are you going to see him again?"

"Tomorrow, after church," She blushed,

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stephstars08 · 2 years

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Take Care ~ Chapter 2

Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: Insecurities, Adult Language, Angst, and Toxic Relationship

Characters: Y/Hubbard, Sidney Blossom (OC), Joe Burrow, Sam Hubbard, Tyler Adams (OC), and Ava Willis (OC)

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! Thanks so much for the likes on the first chapter of this series! I’m glad you all are enjoying the story so far! Again I apologize if there are any mistakes, I did kinda rush typing this one. Anyways I hope you all enjoy the second chapter! I am currently trying to think of some new ideas for one shots or imagines so if you have any suggestions don’t be afraid to send me some! Also I forgot to mention that I am obsessed with the cover picture! It’s so perfect!

Word Count: 2,296

It was the next day and Y/N was at the restaurant working another painful shift. She could barely stay focus. She still had Sam’s offer going around in her head.

When Tyler insulted last night, she immediately thought back to her short conversation with Sam. When she moved back to Cincinnati Tyler has become a lot nastier. But was it her fault that he’s turned that way? She is the one that made him more here in the first place.

“Hey Y/N.” She heard which broke her out of her deep thoughts. When Y/N looked up she saw Sidney. She has known Sidney since college as well. Sidney was actually the one that got her this job. They were in the break room since it was both girls lunch break.

“Did you already eat?” Sidney asked as she sat down across from Y/N and setting her food on the table. She was asking since she noticed Y/N didn’t have any food in front of her.

“I’m not hungry.” Y/N told her has she fiddled with her fingers.

“Okay, what the fuck did Tyler do this time?” Sidney asked her in a stern tone knowing right away that something is going on with her best friend. “It’s nothing about Tyler!” Y/N told her with frustration in her tone.

“Oh, then what is going on?” Sidney asked as she picked up her soda and took a drink of the beverage. “It was just something Sam told me yesterday.” Y/N told her.

“Okay well what the fuck did your silly brother say to you?” Sidney asked in a curious tone which made Y/N roll her eyes. “He first asked me about Tyler and I and I told him I didn’t want to talk about that.” Y/N told her.

“He offered you his guest room again, didn’t he?” Sidney asked knowing exactly where the story was going. Y/N just gave her a nod. “You’re thinking about taking his offer.” Sidney said reading her best friend’s mind as she opened the plastic container that had her salad in it.

“I’m tired of him worrying about me.” Y/N said ignoring Sidney’s comment as she ran a hand through her hair. “Well, he has a right to worry.” Sidney told her which made Y/N’s blood quickly boil.

“Sidney I’m not doing this right now.” Y/N said in frustration as she got out of her seat. “Do what?” Sidney asked in confusion. “I don’t want to hear your leave Tyler speech. I’m not in the fucking mood.” Y/N told her in a snappy tone and walked out of the break room.

“Well, geez.” Sidney said as she took her fork out of the plastic wrap and started to eat her salad.

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Bengals practice just ended and Joe needed to ask Sam a question. When Joe walked into the locker room, he saw Sam sitting at his cubby changing his shoes.

“Hey Sam.” Joe said once he walked up to him. “Hey Joe.” Sam said as he stopped what he was doing and looked up at Joe.

“I need to ask you a question about your cookout this Saturday.” Joe told him. “Ask away.” Sam told him as he put his cleats into his bag. “Is it alright if I bring Ava to the party this Saturday?” Joe asked him in a curious tone.

Ava is a girl Joe met a couple months ago. After getting to know one another Ava asked him out which he said yes to. They have been going out for almost three weeks now and things have been going good.

“Of course. I don’t mind.” Sam told him with a smile. “Great, thanks.” Joe told him returning the smile.

“Is Y/N coming?” Joe asked in a curious tone. “I don’t know, depends on if Tyler gives her permission.” Sam said as he rolled his eyes. “She’s still with that asshole?” Joe said as he folded his arms over his chest.

Joe has only met Tyler a couple of times since Y/N would visit Cincinnati during the holidays. Joe has always gotten a bad vibe from Tyler. Also, by all the stories Sam has told him about the shit Tyler has done to Y/N he can’t help but want Tyler out of Y/N’s life.

“Sadly yes.” Sam answered with a heavy sigh. “Sidney her best friend, my parents, and I have talked to her a hundred times about her leaving him, but she doesn’t listen.” Sam explained to him.

After Sam said that he realized something.

“Joe, you should talk to her.” Sam said which made Joe look at him with confusion. “Why me?” Joe asked him. “Because you two are really close. She might listen to you.” Sam told him. “Sam, trust me I want Y/N to dump that douchebag too, but I don’t know what to tell her.” Joe told him with a sigh. “Just tell her what you feel. I know you think she deserves someone ten times better than Tyler.” Sam told him as he stood up and picked his bag off the floor.

“Just tell her what comes from your heart.” He added as he slung his bag strap onto his shoulder. “Okay, I’ll talk to her.” Joe told him as he nodded his head.

“Great! Thank you so much man!” Sam told him with a big smile on his face. “No problem bro.” Joe told him with a smile on his face as well.

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Y/N had just picked Sam up from his practice and was driving him home. The whole car ride was silent. She pulled her car into Sam’s driveway.

“Thanks again Y/N.” Sam said taking his seatbelt off and opened the door.

“Wait Sam.” Y/N said before he stepped out of the car. “I’m sorry if I seemed a bit nasty yesterday when you asked how Tyler and I are doing.” Y/N told him with a frown. “Hey, it’s okay. I know you don’t like talking about you and Tyler.” Sam told her in a reassuring tone.

“Listen, you don’t have to always worry about me. I’m a tuff girl. I can take care of myself.” Y/N told him with a stern look in her eyes.

“Here I’ll make a deal with you.” Sam said. “What’s the deal?” Y/N asked in a curious tone. “I promise I won’t worry about you if you promise me that hurts you mentally or physically you come right to me.” Sam told her with nothing but seriousness in his tone.

“I promise.” Y/N told him without hesitating or taking a moment to think about what he said.

“I love you sis.” Sam told her and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. “I love you too bro.” Y/N told him with a small smile.

Sam got out of the car and closed the passenger door. He opened the back door to grab his bag from the back seat and closed the door. Sam gave Y/N a wave and then made his way up to his front door.

After he walked into his house Y/N backed her car out of the driveway and drove away.

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It was finally Saturday night and Y/N couldn’t be happier about it. This whole week was a nightmare at the restaurant. Every night she probably got yelled at by three customers. It also didn’t help that when she would get Tyler wanted to get it on and when she would say she wasn’t in the mood he would get pissed and leave the apartment for the rest of the night.

Y/N was in the shared bedroom get ready to go Sam’s cook out that was at his house. She decided to wear something simple since it’s just a cookout in Sam’s backyard. She was wearing nice orange pastel colored top with blue jeans and black converse. She did decide to wear light make up. She put a light coat of blush on her cheeks and some eyeshadow on that matched the color of her shirt.

After she finished straightening her hair, she got a text from Sidney said she was outside the apartment waiting for her. They decided to just ride together.

Y/N grabbed her purse of the bed and made her way into the living room where Tyler was sitting in his usual chair watching the television. Of course, he declined the invitation to the party which actually made her relieved. “Okay, I’m heading out for the night.” Y/N told Tyler who just stayed silent as he kept his attention on the TV.

“If you get hungry, I made some sandwiches for you. They are in the fridge.” Y/N told him as she made her way over to the door. Tyler continued to ignore her. “Tyler.” Y/N said in a stern tone which made him snap a glace towards. “I heard you okay! I’m not a fucking child!” Tyler snapped at her with annoyance.

Y/N just shook her head and walked out the door. “I’m not going to let him fuck up my night!” Y/N whispered to herself and made her way down the steps of the apartment building.

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Sam was in his backyard with some friends and a couple of family members. He was cooking some hamburgers and hot dogs on his grill. When he looked up, he saw Y/N and Sidney walking up to him.

“Hello ladies!” Sam greeted them with a smile. “Hey Sam, sorry we’re a little late.” Y/N told him with a small smile. “It’s no problem. Glad to see you two here.” Sam reassured and put his attention back on the food that is cooking on the grill.

“Sam, what do you have to drink?” Sidney asked him in a curious tone. “I bought some wine coolers for you two since I know how obsessed you two are with them. They are in the blue cooler.” Sam answered as he continued his attention on the food.

“Great! You want one Y/N?” Sidney said in a curious tone. “Yeah, I’ll take one.” Y/N said with a nod. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” Sidney said and walked away from the Hubbard siblings.

“Do you need my help with anything?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone. “No, because this is your first day off in like forever.” Sam answered as he flipped over some of the burgers. “But it’s also your party, you don’t have to do everything.” Y/N told him as she put her hands on her hips. “Okay fine, If I need your help, I’ll let you know.” Sam told her as he glanced at her real quick and then put his attention back on the grill.

“Y/N.” She heard a familiar voice call her name. When she turned around, she saw Joe standing there with a girl right next to him.

“Joe, it's great to see you again!” Y/N said with the biggest smile on her face. “It’s great to see you two. You look beautiful.” Joe complimented her which made her cheeks turn a light shade of red. “Still a flirt huh Burrow?” Y/N said with a giggle as she put a couple strands of her hair behind her ear. “Hey, it’s part of the charm.” Joe told her with a smirk.

“Joe.” The girl standing next to him said. “Oh, shit sorry!” Joe said remembering his date is standing next to him.

“Y/N, this is my date, Ava.” Joe introduced her. “It’s great to meet you.” Ava told Y/N with a kind smile. “Thank you, it’s very nice to meet you too.” Y/N said returning the kind smile.

“Y/N is my baby sister.” Sam told Ava as he started to put the burgers and hot dogs on a plate. “Oh, that’s how you and Joe know each other, I thought you two dated.” Ava said which made both Y/N and Joe’s heart rate speed up.

“Oh no we’re just close friends.” Y/N said with a nervous laugh that she was hoping none of them caught.

To be honest she wishes they did date because when she first met Joe, she was head over heels for him. How could she not, Joe is everything she looks for in a guy. He still is if she thinks about it. When Joe transferred to LSU, she met Tyler the year she came back to Ohio State. Maybe if she had believed in herself, she would be with Joe instead of Tyler. But no, she let her stupid fucking insecurities take over her mind. She knows she would be a lot happier if she was with Joe.

“The food is ready.” Sam had called out to everyone which snapped Y/N out of her train of thoughts. “I’ll meet you three over there. I’m going to go find Sidney.” Y/N told the small group and walked away.

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For the rest of the night Y/N sat at a table with Sam, Joe, Sidney, Ava, and couple of Sam and Joe’s team mates on the Bengals. This has to be the most fun night Y/N has had in such a long time.

Her and Joe have spent most of the night catching up with each other. She told him how proud she is of him. She always told him he would have an amazing football career. She always told him how talented of a quarterback he is. He’s the best quarterback she knows. She told him how amazed she is at everything’s he accomplished in just his first two years in the NFL.

As the two of them talked the night away it felt like they never had time apart. Joe has always been the easiest person Y/N could talk to. Maybe that’s why Sam wanted Joe to talk to her about Tyler. Joe could be the person to have Y/N finally dump Tyler.

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365runesoftheamalgamations · 2 years

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Happy STS to you, Natsume!!

Because I can't think of a question, here's a free invitation to ramble about Grayland's Shadow and what parts you're looking forward to writing!

hello and how are you?

Happy Storyteller Saturday, our dear Midnight! Thanks for stopping by, even if you didn't have a question or anything, it is still nice to see you!

And since you want a good ol' fashion ramble about Grayland's Shadow, then let's do some random facts and tidbits about the Story, considering the day and all! c:

We won't add the Tag List, only bc of the time, but this is a ramble and a long post, so fair warning now! (≧∇≦)/

Let's start off with random facts and thoughts!

For the most part, Grayland's Shadow is just as wonderful as all of our other stories: we adore it and love it and want to make it into a book, but we do find it fond and lovely just bc it was our first attempt at novelling! We even had it in our Google Docs as, "The Very Bad Attempt At Novelling" and we still hold onto that title, though it is much more fond now.

Grayland's Shadow was actually our very first attempt at NaNoWriMo, all the way back in 2015, and we kept at the story for some of the other Camps and NaNo's after, bc we really wanted to develop and create the story, even though it was very much flawed and disjointed and just pack filled with random scenes and tropes and things that we liked.

Our first draft was actually published on Lulu for a bit, just as it was, bc we honestly had no thoughts about editing and other things! We kind of just slapped the book together, threw it onto Lulu and copied what our sister did, who also did publish a book too on there, though hers was an actual one. o(≧∇≦o)

We kind of let the story sit for a long while, mostly bc we found it lacking as a story, and kind of got discouraged with it, bc it was so disjointed and kind of more of a mash up of words and ideas, that we just... buried it away and pretended it didn't exist for a long while.

But Grayland, as a character, did stick around! He is very much a vibrant character all by himself, and he weaved himself into such solidity that he became a very staple to the background of our World and Stories! And we found that, as we developed Grayland and his character, his story slowly came back into play and we could slowly change our view on it and how his story even goes and what we wanted from his book.

So this year, we decided to roll through the first draft, get it edited and torn apart and devoured in a different way, and make room for Draft Two! It might not be a Story we focus on for NaNoWriMo, but it is a story that we are more than ready to tackle.

Grayland's Shadow is so much more than just a random attempt we did while in highschool and trying to daydream about a writer; it is the story we want to publish with first. We want to show the Worlds that our Stories are something that can handle the tests of time. And we never really ever wanted to leave Grayland's Shadow at an attempt.

Also, a lot of what Neil Gaiman thinks about stories and their aging and their productions and everything else, helped us with coming back to Grayland. He waited almost ten years for his story to truly become what he knows it can be, and who are we to deny that? c:

And moving onto what parts we're looking forward to writing!

We think the most exciting bits of the Story that we are looking forward to writing are those starring Grayland! From his murders to his interactions with Mitch, to his attention to Molly, to his logical malice towards his own enemy, he has grown SO MUCH as a character, and we are so excited to write him as he is.

He isn't just the deranged and insane serial killer we had daydreamed about being more human than anyone wanted to believe. He is something more calculating, more logical, and much less stuck in Insanity than anyone would want such a monster to be, holding something that not even most could forgive, and giving forth a story that we think is so much more thrilling than just a murderer with a random change of heart.

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tom-holland-parker · 3 years

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I Wanna Wear Your Tie

Request: Can you please do a professor tom x student reader, she’s of age of course, and he takes a liking to her for being so smart and he can barely contain himself with every outfit she wears. And one day after class he asks her to hang back and things get very SMUTTY?

Warning: 18 + SMUT (oral, choking, vaginal sex), student/teacher relationship, cursing, age gap (legal)

Pairing: Professor!Tom x Student!Reader

Word count: 4081

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Tom knew from the first time you walked into class he was going to have a hard time. Not because you were a trouble maker, he heard from your other professors that you were an extremely bright and well rounded student, but because you liked to wear the shortest sundresses he’d ever seen. Tom knew he fucked up by developing a crush on his student. It was immoral and he could lose the job he worked so hard to get.

Tom had been staring at the email all weekend, debating all his choices. He knew the right thing to do was to report it and let the school handle everything, but a big part of him told himself to do otherwise.

Dear Professor Holland,

I want to wear your tie while you fuck me

Love Y/N

Tom let out a deep breath as he rubbed his eyes, refreshing his inbox once more in hopes you had sent another email, an explanation or maybe even an apology, anything that would avoid him having to send the response that he had drafted Friday night after he received your message. Of course as the hours passed he knew that hoping was pointless, Tom sighed looking over his drafted email for what seemed like the 100th time before hitting send.

Ms. Y/L/N

In regards to your last email I have no choice but to report it to the school. I do, however, acknowledge that you are one of my highest scoring students so it is only fair that I give you a chance to explain yourself. Please meet me in my office Monday after class

Professor Holland

Little did Tom know you were freaking out, spending Saturday nursing your hangover from partying Friday night. It was a drunken mistake, you would’ve never sent the email had you been sober but leave it to the vodka to let you do something stupid.

You had one day to come up with some apology and still couldn’t find the right words. Countless drafts saved in your notes app, but none good enough to express the regret you felt by sending that email. Of course time wasn’t on your side and the hours moved faster than usual. Finally it was Monday afternoon and you sat in your door waiting for your final class of the day, his class

“Maybe if you just tell him it was a mistake he’ll understand” Your roommate Kendra laughed as she looked at your computer, you’d been rereading the email for hours, hoping it would go away. Glancing at the clock you sighed, “I have his class in an hour, how am I going to face him”

“You could skip”

“I’m already in enough trouble as it is I can’t skip class” You sighed, closing the laptop as you moved to put on your shoes, “I’ll just give the best apology he’s ever heard of and hopefully it’ll all work out”

Kendra chuckled, “who knows maybe you’ll get exactly what you wanted”. You rolled your eyes, “I’ll text you after class”

///

Tom watched as you entered class, his eyes trailing over your outfit, you were wearing his favorite dress, white with blue flowers. He chuckled at your innocent appearance but frowned when he noticed you taking a seat in the back instead of your usual seat in the front.

You showed up to class right on time, looking at your feet to avoid any eye contact with Tom. It was hard to concentrate when all you could think about was that stupid email. It didn’t help that he was wearing a tie today, the same tie you’d imagine him gagging you with on most nights. You shook your head trying to focus on forming an apology that wasn’t absolutely pathetic

“Alright class is over, If you have any questions about the assignment you can” his gaze shifted towards you, “email me”

Your eyes widened as you distracted yourself by putting your things in your bag. As if the universe wanted to see you completely embarrass yourself in front of the teacher you’d been crushing on all semester, you piled out the class with the rest of the students, trudging down the hallway towards his office. You stood outside the door for a few minutes, pacing back and forth as you tried to compose yourself. You took a deep breath, gathering all your courage as you knocked on the door

“Come in” You heard his muffled voice from behind the door. You took a deep breath as you twisted the door knob walking into the well lit office.

“Hi Professor, you said you needed to see me” You say trying to seem innocent. He cleared his throat pointing to the leather seat in front of his desk, “Please have a seat”

Slowly you make your way to the seat, placing your bag on the floor as you stare at him. Tom took a deep breath, opening the email as he passed you his laptop, “When I get an email from my brightest student I expected a question about her latest essay not this”

Your face heated in embarrassment as you handed him the laptop, “Professor I’m so sorry I was very drunk Friday night and I know that isn’t an excuse but I didn’t mean to send that. If I could take it back I would just please don’t report this”

Tom watched as tears slowly began to trail down your face, “y/n I’m not going to report you”.

You looked at him in disbelief, “Seriously”

“but you’re not getting off that easily” He closed his laptop, “You’ll be spending the week and your weekend helping me grade papers”

You let out a sigh of relief, “thank you professor I’m really sorry it ever happened”

Tom chuckled, “You’re one of the smartest girls in my class. I would hate to see you get in trouble because of one drunk mistake” You wiped your tears away, feeling yourself relax now that you knew you weren’t going to be in too much trouble. “After all you’re only young once, just try to keep your thoughts in a diary and not your emails”

You chuckled, picking up your bag as you got up to leave, “will do professor”

///

Tom instantly regretted his decision. Don’t get him wrong, having the extra help was amazing but it was hard to concentrate when all you wore were short dresses. He spent all week sitting at his desk, too afraid to get up for fear that his body would betray him and you see the hard on he was trying desperately to get rid of. Seeing you in class was hard enough but when he watched you in what seemed like your natural element it changed something in him.

He watched as you sat on the couch in his office, your hair tied back and your glasses slowly sliding down your face, every once in a while you had to push them back in place. Tom couldn’t help but smile at the faces you made while reading the essays, a look of annoyance when you read over an obvious mistake or the way your eyebrows furrowed when you wrote the feedback. He tried his hardest to keep his laughter inside whenever you got distracted and drew little faces in the margins. He hated to admit it, it made him feel terrible, but he was a professor falling for his student

“Professor I’m not sure about this” You said getting up from the couch as you walked towards his desk. Your voice knocked him out of his trance as he watched you hand the paper to him, “See the evidence goes along with the topic sentence but the explanation is still choppy”

You watched as Tom took the paper from you, your breathing hitching when his hands grazed over yours. You shook your head reminding yourself that you were already here because your stupid feelings and if you kept letting yourself indulge in what was supposed to be your punishment you were going to end up in the deans office.

“I see what you mean,” Tom said looking over the paper, “just circle the paragraph and place it in the pile and I’ll look over it later.” He looked up, surprised to see how close you were to him, your chest inches away from his face. It was just his luck that you decided to wear a low cut dress today.

“Okay” You replied, taking the paper from him as you slowly moved back to the couch. Tom glanced at the clock noticing how late it was getting, “Well it’s getting late and you probably want to spend the you weekend somewhere way entertaining than here so you can leave, punishment over”

“Are you sure? I still owe you two more days and it doesn’t feel fair to end my punishment early” You said, grabbing another paper. You weren’t sure if you wanted to stay because it actually felt unfair or if you really just wanted an excuse to keep spending time with him.

“Well if you insist, '' he chuckled, a part of him happy that you weren’t eager to leave, “But we can finish this tomorrow afternoon, I’ll walk you out”

You gathered your things, meeting Tom at the door where he waited for you, his hand resting on your back as he guided you out the room, locking the door behind him. “It’s dark, I’ll walk you to your car, Where are you parked?” Tom said looking at the parked cars on the street

“I don’t drive” You said awkwardly, “But my dorm is only a few blocks away from here I don’t mind walking”

Tom shook his head, “No way I’m letting you walk, it's too dangerous, I’ll drive you.” You watched as he took his keys out his pocket unlocking the black BMW parked across the street.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to get in the way” you looked down on your feet, here you were again too flustered to even look at him. Tom chuckled at your nervousness, “Don’t worry about it. I insist on it.” Your breath hitched as he placed his hand on your back again, guiding you towards the car.

It only took a few minutes for him to get to your dorm building, “well here we are” He said, parking his car before looking at you. You glanced at him nervously, “Thanks Professor”

“Call me Tom” he chuckled, “But only when were alone”

You wanted to punch yourself for feeling butterflies but you couldn’t help it. “Well Tom” You laughed, calling him by his name felt weird, “thank you”

He watched as you moved to grab the door handle but froze, “Oh I forgot to ask you about your assignment”

“What’s up?” he shrugged. “Well I know you wanted us to write about how the author uses the women in his novel to display power but I can’t write about that. The author clearly doesn’t see the woman as symbols of power he sees them as sex objects, which is shown multiple times throughout the text so I can’t write about something that isn’t true”

“So you don’t believe sex is a form of power?” Tom questioned trying not to smile at the way your brows furrowed in concentration

“Of course I believe sex is a form of power but for the author to display women having sex as a symbol for powerful femininity the woman would have to own their sexual desires and wants”

Tom chuckled, “If you really feel so strongly about that then write about it, I’d love to hear more about what you have to say about owning your sexual desires. Seems to me you know a lot about that”

“Oh my god” You hide your face in your hands, “I didn’t even realize-”

“Don’t be embarrassed, if you can’t joke about it then you’ll let it eat you alive” Tom chuckled

“Well” you smiled, “I should probably get to writing”

“Yeah you should”

You both didn’t even noticed the way you both began to slowly lean into each other, the tension in the car growing thick

“Goodnight professor”

“It’s Tom” He said with a smile

You scrunch your nose, “Goodnight Tom”

Your faces were inches away from each other. He couldn’t help but steal a quick glance at your lips before looking back at your eyes. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t do the same, “Goodnight y/n”

You both stayed silent, letting the tension take over. Your lips grazing over each other. The kiss was slow at first but it soon progressed into passionate open mouth kisses, both of you giving into your desires.

Your hands reached to grab his face, shocked at how soft his cheeks felt. “Wait wait wait” Tom said, pulling away slowly.

You caught your breath, wiping your lips as you moved back into your seat, “I should probably go”

Before Tom could say a word you were out the car rushing towards the dorm building. “Fuck” he said to himself as he leaned back into his seat. He knew he’d fucked up, but he couldn’t help the way he felt when he kissed you.

///

When you knocked on Tom’s office door the next day you were even more nervous than you were Monday. You were too embarrassed and instead of facing the problem head on you did what you did best, ignored it.

You spent the afternoon on the couch, headphones on as an excuse to block out Tom. If you had a question you didn’t ask it and when you had a comment you didn’t say it. It was pure torture for you and Tom, yet you both chose to ignore the elephant in the room.

As the hours passed and the sun began to set Tom’s patience was growing thin. He couldn’t pretend like the kiss never happened, and if he was being honest with himself he wanted more.

You sighed in frustration, as hard as you tried to concentrate on the papers in front of you, you just couldn’t. Thoughts about last night flooded your brain making it hard to concentrate on even the simplest sentences. You threw the paper on the couch, ripping your headphones off, “I’m sorry but this silence is killing me, can we just get this awkward conversation over with”

“Alright well” Tom stared at you, unsure what to say. Yes he felt wrong but he also didn’t care. He got a taste of you and now he wanted more, “I apologize for what happened, it was completely unprofessional on my part”

You cleared your throat trying to find the right response, “yeah, well, I'm sorry too, we were both in the wrong and it shouldn’t have happened and I’m really hoping we can just move past this”

“Yes I agree” Tom nodded his head, “So how are those papers coming along?”

You shrugged, sitting down in the exact leather chair you’d sat in on Monday, “There needs to be a study group or something, I mean if this is the writing skills of our future world leaders I’m honestly a little concerned”

Tom chuckled, his hands instinctively reaching for his tie, something you noticed he did subconsciously. Your heart skipped a beat as your stomach fluttered, “god get a grip girl” You thought as you blinked your lust filled thought away.

Tom smirked, noticing your reaction to the way you reacted to him, “Yes well not everyone has an easy time with writing as you do”. He touched his tie again, this time tugging on the knot a little.

Your breath hitched as your brain went foggy. A low chuckle leaving his mouth as you shook your head, “Well I’m not that great of a writer, I mean I have countless drafts that no one sees”

“Really?” Tom played with his tie, loving how much the simple habit affected you, “How many drafts did you make before you sent that email?”

Your eyes widening in surprise, “no drafts. Drunk me is the best writer”

Tom smiled, getting up from his seat as he moved to stand in front of you. You watched as he leaned against his desk. You bit your lip as you leaned back into the chair, enjoying the way that Tom seemed so much taller than you.

“You know you probably shouldn’t say that to your professor”

You smirked, “There’s a lot of things I shouldn’t say to my professor” You were playing with fire but the heat felt too good, it made you want to know what the burn felt like. “Fuck it, what’ve you got to lose” You thought to yourself as you smiled.

“Oh yeah?” Tom’s eyebrow raised in question as he leaned down towards you, his face only inches from you, “things like what?”

You smiled bringing your lips close to his ear, “Like how much I want you to fuck me”

The groan that left Tom had your thighs clenching together, “Yeah you definitely shouldn’t tell me that.” You chuckled as you leaned back in the seat, Tom’s eyes moved over your body like you were a work of art, “but then again as a teacher I probably shouldn’t want to fuck my student so badly”

Your lips parted in surprise as Tom smirked, his fingers gently trailing up your thigh. Your breath hitched in anticipation but a disappointed sigh left your mouth when his hand didn’t move past the hem of your short dress. “If this happens no one can know”

You nodded your head as his hand grabbed your chin, keeping your head in place and forcing you to look into his eyes, “Words darling”

“No one finds out” You gulped, your body frozen. You could feel yourself getting wet from the power he held over you. The feeling of his having control over you was intoxicating

“And you understand that I will never use this against you? You can leave right now and I will forget this ever happened and we can go right back to our normal professional student-teacher relationship”

“I understand professor” You nodded, wanting nothing more than for his hands to be all over you.

“Good girl” He smiled, placing a quick kiss on your forehead, “Now go sit on my desk and spread those legs”

You smiled, quickly doing as you were told. Tom chuckled, amused by your excitement. You watched as he got on his knees, his eyes never leaving yours as he places kisses up your thighs, occasionally leaving a mark that would stay for days to come. “You’re so wet, all this over a couple of kisses?” He teased

Before you could answer Tom moved your underwear aside, placing a gentle kiss on your clit. You moaned, your hand instinctively reaching for his hair. “I knew you would taste good,” He said, licking his lips. He ate you like you were his last meal, licking and slurping you like a starving man.

You’d never been more thankful that the school was empty on Saturdays, no one around to hear the moans that Tom was coaxing out of you. “Oh god” Your hips shamelessly bucking against his face as he pulled your legs onto his shoulder.

“Tom please” You whimpered as his tongue slowed down to a teasing pace. He groaned, his large hand slapping your thigh, “It’s professor.” His voice was demanding and powerful. Your eyes rolled back as his fingers stretched you, toes curling as he effortlessly found your g-spot. “Professor please I’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me baby” He moaned, “I want your cum all over my face”

His fingers moved faster as you reached your breaking point, loud moans leaving your mouth as your back arched. You could feel Tom smirking against your clit as your legs began to slightly shake.

“You sound so pretty when you cum” Tom said as he stood up, your cum making his face glisten in the last bits of light that came from the windows of the office. You couldn’t help yourself, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer as you licked your cum off his face.

“Someone’s eager” He joked as you kissed down his neck. “Hmm I can’t help it, you just look so sexy with my cum on your face. Plus I’ve been wanting this all semester so are you gonna give me what I want or am I gonna have to get it from someone else”

Tom’s jaw tightened as he grabbed your wrist, “Don’t be a brat or I’ll edge you all night and leave you with nothing”

You whimpered as Tom pulled you off the desk, “Now if I remember correctly,” you watched as he loosened his tie, “You wanted to wear this.” You nodded your head, watching as he took off the blue and white tie, taking a deep breath as he placed it around your neck.

“And as much as I love you in this dress, I think I’d prefer for you to be out of it” He smirked. You chuckled, turning around so he could unzip the dress, letting the fabric pool at your feet. Tom’s arms snaked around your body he pulled your back into his. His fingers playing with your nipples, squeezing and pulling the sensitive area. You bit your lip, rubbing your ass against his hard on, your pussy desperate for more attention.

“Professor” You wined, “I want you”

“So needy baby” He chuckled against your skin as he kissed up your shoulder and neck, “Don’t worry, you’ve been a good girl I won’t tease you too much”

Your head rested against his shoulder as his hand twisted the tie, making it tighter around your throat, “Is this okay?” You nodded, wincing when his hand roughly slapped your ass, “Come on sweetheart you're smart enough to know that when I ask a question I expect an answer. Now use your words”

“Yes Professor” You said moaning as his hand gently rubbed the area he’d just hit. Tom quickly unbuckled his pants, pushing them down as he aligned himself with you. He teasingly rubbed the head of his cock on your clit, loving the low whimpers that escaped your mouth as your hips jolted up.

Tom’s grip on your hips tightened, pushing you down into the desk as he bottomed you out. You moaned loudly as he began to thrust into you, “This is what you wanted right? Your professor fucking you like a slut”

You gripped the desk, trying your best to keep your balance. Tom gripped the tie again, the fabric pulling your head back. “Faster please Professor” You begged as you moved your hips.

His hips sped up as his hand moved in front of you tracing figure eights on your clit. You became light headed from how tight the tie was but you couldn’t care less it all felt too good. “Sir Please It’s too much I’m gonna cum”

“Go on baby cum on my cock, give it to me” Tom sped up, becoming needier as he came closer to cumming. He pulled your body into his, fucking up into you as he kissed the harsh line where the tie met your skin. The sensation was too much for you as you came, your walls squeezing Tom, milking his cock of all his cum as he came shortly after you.

Your body went limp, leaning against the desk so you didn’t fall to the floor. Tom sighed, pulling out of you, groaning when he saw his cum leaking out your abused hole. “You did so good” Tom whispered as he kissed up your spine, “Such a good girl for me”

You slowly got up, turning around to face him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Tom smiled, picking you up and moving you to the couch, where you sat cuddled in his arms. “Are you okay?” he asked, still placing kisses all over your body

“I’m cold” You said, your head resting against his shoulder. He chuckled, quickly grabbing his jacket from his chair before returning to your tired body. You laid in his lap with his jacket wrapped around you, Tom’s hand running up and down your spine as he kissed your forehead.

You glanced at the clock, “it’s getting late”

Tom sighed, “let’s just stay like this for a little while, then we’ll get you dressed and I’ll drive you to your dorm”

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Date Night

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, sexual suggestion, that’s all!

A/N: hello! here is some fluff for y’all! hope you enjoy! happy reading <3

anon requested: Hi honey! I saw that your requests are open :)) I was wondering if I may please request a fluffly Natasha Romanoff x fem reader one shot, where she surprises the reader with a lunch date (reader has had a super stressful week!) and then convinces her to take the rest of the day off. Later on maybe Natasha starts dropping hints at their future together and later on in the week she proposes (maybe somewhere that has meaning to them) after a very romantic dinner. Thank you!! :))

Summary: Natasha convinces her girlfriend to take some time off of work. They end up having a date night unlike any of their previous ones.

Word Count: 3K

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Natasha stared up at the tall building with two bags of food in hand. She was about to surprise you with some lunch, considering you haven’t been able to take a single break the entire week.

Seriously, even when you were at home, you’d be working on paperwork or taking call after call from your company partners. You’d then go back to work the next morning and completely neglect your own needs, the only thing you’d focus on was anything work-related.

You were the CEO of a major telecommunications company and things have been super hectic around your office. You barely had time to breathe with everything that had been going on, so, Natasha thought that it would be a good idea to give you a nice surprise.

She made her way into the building and got into one of the fancy elevators, quickly tapping the button to the top floor and stood in silence, lively elevator music filling the small space.

When the doors opened, she walked out and was greeted by your secretary; Megan.

“Hi, Ms. Romanoff. Ms. L/N is just in her office working on some paperwork. She has a meeting in 20 minutes, though.”

Megan sent Natasha a friendly smile. The redhead simply nodded and mumbled out a small ‘thank you’ before opening the door to your office.

She was met with the sight of you hunched over your desk. The light poured into the tall windows in the room, providing sufficient lighting.

You glanced up from your papers at the sound of the door closing softly. Natasha smiled at you and held up the bags of food. Your lips turned upward at the sight of your girlfriend of five years.

“Honey, what are you doing here?” You asked as you got up from your desk, quickly making your way over to greet the Russian. You pulled her in by the waist and into a tight hug.

“I thought you could use some lunch. You haven’t been taking care of yourself and I’m here to change that.” Natasha mumbled into your neck as her arms rested on your shoulder, gripping onto the food she still had in her hands.

“Baby, you didn’t need to come all the way here. I’m fine, just been super busy lately is all.” You pulled back slightly and stared into green eyes.

“Yes, I needed to. I can’t just standby while you’re practically drowning in stress.”

Natasha got out of your embrace and made her way over to your desk, placing the food down and turning around, leaning onto the table with two hands gripping the furniture behind her.

“I’ll manage, it’s kind of my job.” You let out a small giggle, rounding the desk and sitting on your chair. Natasha turned in her spot as you patted your lap.

“Come on, let’s eat the food you brought. I have a meeting soon so we gotta be quick.”

Natasha walked toward you and sat in your lap, your arms circling around her waist. She opened the food and laid out the plates of Thai food.

Natasha fed you and herself. You both sat in silence, simply enjoying each other’s company.

Occasionally, Nat would mimic an airplane or train noise as she moved the spoon closer to you, laughing as she abruptly shoved the utensil into your mouth.

After fifteen minutes had passed, you looked at your watch and sighed. You had another meeting that would probably be ridiculously long for no reason.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I have to get going. I have a meeting in five.”

You moved to get up, but Natasha refused to move off of your lap. You raised an eyebrow at her, the redhead giving you a stern look.

“Take the day off.” You shook your head in protest. You couldn’t take a day off, not now at least.

“Honey, you know I would if I could, bu-“ Natasha immediately cut you off, pressing her lips against yours before pulling back quickly.

“You can though. You’ve been working more than necessary! Please, it’s not even a full day off, it’s half a day.”

Natasha gave you the best puppy dog eyes and pout that she could, knowing how it affected you. Of course, she ended up winning.

“Fine, fine.” You muttered out, leaning forward and pressing a button on your desk-side phone, paging Megan, who sat just outside your office.

“Yes, Ms. L/N?” Your assistant’s spritely voice rang through the phone.

“Megan, could you please clear the rest of my day? I’m taking the day off.” You heard some shuffling on the other end of the phone before the woman replied.

“Okay, your schedule has been cleared and your meetings have been rescheduled to tomorrow.”

Natasha, who could faintly hear the other end of the conversation, smiled triumphantly and placed a soft kiss on the side of your neck.

“Thank you.” And with that, you hung up and returned your attention to the beaming redhead in your lap.

“You never play fair.” You mumbled against her cheek as you placed a gentle kiss against her skin.

“All is fair in love and war, moya lyubov (my love).” You rolled your eyes at the Russian while holding back a smile.

She got out of your hold and stood up, grabbing both of your hands and forcefully pulling you to your feet.

“Let’s go! I know a few things we could do today.” Natasha spoke seductively and sent you a little wink before grabbing the trash on your desk and throwing it away in the small trash can you had under the table.

You watched with a wide smile as she waltzed toward the door, making sure to sway her hips a little more, exaggerating the movement. There was an extra spring in her step that caused her red locks to bounce with each movement.

She turned her head around when her hand was on the doorknob, smirking at you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Are you coming or not?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I have a feeling I will be soon.”

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4 hours later

You laid in bed with Natasha by your side, her head resting on your shoulder with an arm around your torso.

After hours of love-making, you guys had finally gotten to relax. You both just stayed there in each other’s arms, appreciating the moment.

“Honey?” Natasha spoke, breaking the silence.

You tilted your head to look down at her, the redhead already staring up at you as you hummed.

“Have you ever thought about what you want your future to look like?”

This wasn’t the first time you guys have discussed the future. You’d both mention small tidbits of your aspirations and goals, but never went too far into the details of it all.

“Well, first starters, you’re definitely there.” Natasha smiled up at you with bright eyes. It absolutely warmed your heart to see her so full of joy.

“Really?” You nodded your head and kissed her forehead, the redhead briefly shutting her eyes as your soft lips met her skin.

“Really.” You pulled back, brushing your nose against hers. The redhead placed a hand on your cheek, as connected your foreheads.

“Well, I see you in mine too. Maybe we would end up leaving this penthouse and buy an actual home together.”

You nodded with a wide smile. The thought of buying a property with the woman you adored had you giddy.

“Yeah, definitely. Then maybe we could have little rascals of our own running around. We could find a surrogate or maybe even adopt if you’d want to.”

Natasha felt like she was going to melt into a puddle of love. The thought of having children to raise with you filled her with more joy than ever.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I’d love that.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The moment was cut off when a loud yawn tore through your body, promoting a little giggle from your girlfriend.

She cuddled closer to you, her arm tightening around your body with a smile on her face.

“Let’s get some rest.” Natasha’s words were slightly slurred, the exhaustion of your previous activities hitting her.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Yeah, so we can have energy for a round two.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Yeah right, more like round ten.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Go big or go home!”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Go to sleep, idiot.”

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5 days later

It was a Saturday night and Natasha had practically forced you to not go into work.

Usually, you would go into the office on Saturdays, despite having the day off, to get some extra work out of the way, but your girlfriend was extremely persistent.

So now, here you two were, getting ready to go out for a date night. You had to admit that this was a good idea.

You couldn’t remember the last time you and Nat had gone out on a date; it was a rarity with how busy you both would be majority of the time.

You walked out of the bathroom after brushing out your hair, your heart racing at the sight of your girlfriend clad in a simple black body-con dress that hugged her curves in all the right places paired with a cute, black blazer.

She straightened her hair and did her makeup just the way you liked it.

You stalked over to the woman who stood in front of the full-body length mirror, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind and placing a soft kiss onto her cheek.

“You look gorgeous, baby. I’m so lucky.” Your eyes raked over her figure through the reflection of the mirror before meeting her green ones.

“Thank you, but I’m the lucky one. I swear, if we didn’t have reservations, I’d rip your clothes off and take you right here.”

Natasha’s voice came out husky when you kissed the side of her neck. You sucked on her skin lightly and went to leave a mark, but the Russian turned around in your embrace.

“No marks, not until after dinner at least.” You let out a small whine, pulling her front against yours tightly.

“Oh come on! It’s not like we haven’t ditched our reservations for dinner before. I miss you.”

You tried to go for her neck again, but she flicked your forehead. You stared at her with a look that screamed ‘what the fuck was that for?’

“Don’t give me that look. I’ve been looking forward to having a date night for months. We aren’t missing this. Let’s go.”

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Two hours later

Natasha had taken you to one of the best restaurants in New York. You weren’t one for fancy places, you were more of a ‘let’s order takeout and watch tv’ kind of gal, but Natasha absolutely loved luxurious dining experiences.

When you both arrived, the waited immediately escorted you both to the most private table in the house.

The table was set with candles and rose petals were spread across the tablecloth. You were blown away, seeing as the table overlooked the city.

Natasha pulled your seat back for you, placing a soft kiss on her cheek as you sat down. You watched as she rounded the table and sat in the chair across from you.

Her skin was golden as the candlelight brightened up her face, accentuating her green eyes beautifully. She had a cheeky smile on her face and wiggled her eyebrows at you before looking at the menu.

Of course, the redhead ordered the best wine the restaurant had to offer, immediately asking for a bottle of the alcohol.

You two talked about anything and everything over the course of the dinner. You had to admit, this was probably one of the best dates you guys had ever been on, besides your first one, at least.

As you both finished off your meals and were given the check, you noticed that Natasha couldn’t seem to sit still.

She was tapping her fingers against the table anxiously as she gnawed on her bottom lip. You placed your hand on top of hers, stopping the insistent movement.

“Is everything okay, baby?” You asked in concern. It was really unlike Natasha to be nervous, especially during date night.

She was usually relaxed and content whenever you both had time to spend out together.

The redhead sent you a reassuring smile and flipped her hand over, intertwining your fingers before bringing your conjoined hands up to her lips, kissing the back of your hand.

“Never better, hon. Come on, there’s somewhere I want to take you.”

Natasha placed her credit card into the bill holder and waved down a waiter and shortly after, you both walked out into the cool New York air, hand-in-hand.

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Your eyes lit up when you noticed where your next destination was; Central Park.

You had always loved the park. There was something so beautiful about the scenery and the usual liveliness of the area that brought you so much peace and comfort.

Natasha led you towards a pond that was located in the heart of the park and you immediately recognized which one it was.

The redhead stopped in her tracks on top of the tiny bridge that hovered over the pond.

“Do you remember this spot?” She asked you as she turned around to face you, hand still linked with yours.

“How could I forget? You took me here on our very first date to feed the ducks, which completely backfired.” You let out a laugh at the memory, Natasha’s cheeks turning red.

“I wouldn’t say it backfired…” The redhead mumbled shyly which only made you laugh harder.

“Honey, you ended up getting attacked by pigeons because you were holding the bread. You walked me home covered in bird shit and your clothes were absolutely torn apart.”

You were practically crying from your laughter and you felt Natasha’s hand heating up in yours.

“It wasn’t funny! I really liked that outfit.” Natasha pouted as your laughter died down.

You placed a kiss onto her pouty lips, her frown quickly replaced with a bright smile.

“Anyway, I took you here because this is where our first date was which obviously resulted in us dating.”

You nodded your head at her words, deciding to remain silent when you noticed she had more to add.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“And, well… this is where I want our last date, as girlfriends, to be.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You felt your heart sink at her words. Was she breaking up with you right now? It didn’t make any sense! She didn’t ever show any indication that she was unhappy or wanted to leave you.

However, before you could completely break down, Natasha let out a shaky breath, and it was then that you noticed how shaky her hands were.

“Y/N, All my life, I never thought that I’d find love. After all of the things that the Red Room had taught me and forced me to do, I never believed that love was in the cards for me, but then I met you, and everything changed.”

You stared at Natasha curiously. This definitely didn’t sound like a breakup. So what was she going on about?

“I never ever thought that one day, I’d find someone that I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. I never thought that I’d ever want to buy a house and build a family with another person, but god, I’m so fucking happy that I was wrong.”

Your eyes watered when the gravity of the situation finally sunk in. Your thoughts were confirmed as Natasha let go of your hand and slowly bent down on one knee in front of you, reaching her hand into her blazer pocket, revealing the small velvet red box that had been tucked away in the material.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Baby, these last five years have been the best years I’ve ever had, and it was all because of you.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Your hands flew up to your mouth as a gasp escaped your lips. There were tears in your eyes as she revealed a gorgeous engagement ring to you.

“Y/N, I want you, every day, for the rest of my life. Will you make me the happiest woman in the world and marry me?”

Natasha’s voice was unstable as she tried to hold back her emotions, but that went out the window when you frantically nodded your head in agreement.

“Yes!” You whispered out in shock. Natasha looked up at you with a wide smile.

“Yeah?” The redhead asked for confirmation and you let out a small chuckle.

“Yes, of course, I’ll marry you! Is that even a question?” Natasha grabbed your left hand shakily and slid the ring onto your finger.

You were both crying at this point. You didn’t care that you were both stood in the freezing cold, in the middle of Central Park.

All that mattered was that this was going to be the beginning of the rest of your life with the woman you loved.

Suddenly, Natasha stood up and picked you up by the waist, twirling you both around.

Honestly, you were surprised she didn’t stumble, considering the fact that she was wearing such high heels. Luckily for you though, she didn’t fall.

You were both laughing like maniacs when she finally stopped spinning. You were like two teenagers in love without a care in the world.

You leaned down, still in her arms, and kissed her passionately.

You could feel all the love and adoration she had for you through the kiss and you prayed to God that she could feel just how much you felt for her too.

When Natasha disconnected the kiss, she placed you gently onto the floor, your arms immediately going around her neck, hers securing themselves around your waist.

“We’re getting married?” She asked in disbelief. Natasha genuinely couldn’t believe that you said yes, even if you never gave her any indication that you would say no.

“We’re getting married.” You reassured her, kissing the tip of her nose, practically melting as her nose scrunched up adorably.

This definitely wasn’t what you expected the night to be like, but you wouldn’t change any detail about it for the world.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You were going to be Y/N L/N-Romanoff.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

And that was a name you were going to carry around proudly.

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andysbubba · 3 years

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home to me

↳ andy let you go once, he doesn't wanna lose you again

a/n: a little series? this one's probably gonna have another chapter or two hehe <3

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Andy's stomach churned when he sees you. In a very good way. It's been a good two years since the break up and he can barely believe that he's seeing you right then and there— in the corner of the cafe that Andy knows you love going to. Your voice made his heart flip. It's so goddamn beautiful and Andy misses it so damn much.

He doesn't even know why he's so stunned at the sight of you. It's the only reason why he's there— why he's always going there almost every weekend, hoping to get a glimpse of you sometime. You're in the fuzzy, furry jacket that you're always wearing on chilly days, your hair pulled up with a claw clip and your laptop right in front of you with a cup of coffee right by the side.

He tried to get over you, he really did. But even after all the women he met after you, no one made him feel the same way you did. The butterflies in his stomach he gets just talking to you like some teenager, or how his heart just flutters when you smiled at him with that beautiful grin.

Andy couldn't help but look at you every two minutes, while he's waiting in the queue for his turn. He's thinking of what to say if he even has the guts to walk up to you and say hi.

The break up wasn't necessarily bad... it was mutual. Kinda. You were in the middle of your studies and you just wanted to focus on doing well and getting your masters. It's not that Andy was a distraction— really, he actually helped a lot. But between studying and trying to make sure you don't abandon Andy, you realised that taking a break would be good for the both of you.

You were young, only 24 while Andy was 14 years older than you are. He's so mature and wise that you just felt that you just wanted to grow as your own person before you and Andy took it any further and got more serious. You thought that you'd work on yourself, fixing up your flaws and make yourself just grow into a better version of yourself. And as much as Andy disagreed, he didn't want to force you to keep being with him. He thought that maybe, you both could just grow as time passes, and that you can change right next to him.

But he just agreed with you, because he definitely does not want to pressure you into being in a relationship with him no matter how much he actually wants you to stay with him. So technically, it was a mutual break-up to you. But he didn't really feel the same.

And unsurprisingly, Andy simply cannot get over you. Two years passed, and he just wishes that you're by his side again.

"Hi! What can I get for you?"

Andy snaps out of his trance, stepping towards the cashier and ordering his coffee to-go with a bagel as well. He takes a quick glance at you before he decides to change his mind. "Actually— I'll just have those here."

Wait— you recognise that voice.

You instantly glance up from the screen of your laptop, watching the familiar back and broad shoulders standing at the cashier. Holy fuck- Andy?

Your gaze turns back down to your laptop, your mind trying to decide between approaching him or just letting him go... again... like you did 2 years ago. He still fits into those polo tees like a glove, the jeans barely doing his ass justice but it really accentuates his goddamn thighs.

Fuck. Two damn years and you still have it bad for him.

"Can I join?" Andy glances down at some blueprint or floor-plan thing you have on your laptop. "Unless I'm interrupting— you look busy."

"Andy—" You turned to him and back to the opened floor-plan on the screen. "No, no. Hey-" You lowered the screen and put it aside, leaving some space for Andy. You gestured at him to join you in the booth.

Andy takes up the offer, setting the cup in his hand and the bagel right in front of you before he slides in. "Hey,"

You let out a breathy laugh as you look at him, fidgeting with your fingers underneath the table. "Been a long time."

"Yeah," He nods, offering you one of his adorable smiles as he rests his forearms on the table. "I stopped seeing you around, thought you moved away."

"I thought you did— till I heard the news talking about one of your cases." You retort, lips curling into a soft smile. "How've you been, Andy?"

"Same old, y'know. Long hours at the office and takeout nights. Nothing really changed." Andy grins, "How's everything goin' for ya?"

Oh— and he definitely isn't wrong when he said 'nothing really changed'. For this 40-year-old man to still look like the Andrew Stephen Barber you met like 4 years ago? Phew.

"Uhm- pretty good! I'm uh- I just signed a contract with Perkins and Will."

Andy's lips curled into a wide grin. "You did it!"

He remembers?

Your head tilts as you look at him. "You remember?"

"Of course, hon. That's your dream firm." He reaches over table and pats your hand. "I'm happy for you, Y/n."

"Thank you, Andy," You brush a hand through your hair, eyeing Andy in his whole polo tee and jeans glory. "I'm surprised you aren't working on a Saturday morning,"

Andy lets out a laugh at your words, "Yeah- I just thought, y'know. Uh- I'm old enough to stop being such a workaholic."

You raised a brow at that, "Andy, you aren't old." You give him a suggestive glance as your eyes trace his whole figure. "Definitely don't look like it."

"I'll say the same thing for ya, Y/n." Andy didn't bother hiding his gaze either, eyes trailing down your body till it's back up to your face. "Two damn years and you still look as gorgeous as ever, sweetheart."

A breathy laugh leaves your lips. "Always as flattering as ever, Mr Barber."

"You know I'm an honest person, sweetheart." Andy winks before he takes a sip of his coffee.

You hum as you run your finger on the edge of your own cup. "I remember you telling me that all lawyers are really good liars."

You love how familiar this feels. It's like nothing has changed and both of you are back in 2019. Good, good days. Letting Andy go was a dumb move on your side, you realised that pretty soon after the break-up. You should've known that you and Andy would've made it work someway, somehow.

"C'mon, honey. Y'know I can never lie to you." The wide smile he has on his lips is as charming as ever and god if it doesn't just make you fall in love again- as if you ever fell out of love with him in the first place. Andy clears his throat, a hand inching to the back of his neck and softly rubbing the spot. You instantly realised that he's a little nervous. "You dating anyone?"

You let out an almost silent snort, scoffing at his question. "Ya think? I just called you hot five minutes ago, handsome."

Andy takes a bite of his bagel, looking up at you through those goddamn long eyelashes as his mouth moves to chew the food and those fucking pink lips making you stare at him like a horny teenager.

"You've got to stop staring at me like that, sweetheart." He warns, but the glint in his eyes is telling you that he really doesn't mind you staring him up like that.

Your brows raised immediately in defence. "Like what?"

You tried your best to fight the grin fighting its way to form on your lips. But Andy is a goddamn lawyer, after all. He knows his shit and he knows that you're just being a tease.

He huffs, brow arched as he looks at you. "Like you wanna eat me." He replies shortly, lips curling into a smirk. "Cause I was planning to take this slow after 2 whole years. And you aren't helping."

You hum, picking your cup up and taking a sip from it, hiding the grin forming on your lips behind the cup. "You can still wine and dine me if you wanna." You set the cup down and lean forward, head tilted to one side with your head resting in your palm. "But y'know, I'm pretty impatient."

Andy laughs, backing away from you and resting back against his seat. "Guess it's good that I've got enough patience for both of us, huh?"

You laugh at his words. "We'll see, Mr Barber."

He takes your words as an invite to ask you out. "Dinner tonight? My place."

You playfully rolls your eyes, ignoring the little flutter in your heart. "Who's impatient now?"

"It's a yes or no question, sweetheart."

"Still that cute little loft?"

"I'll text you my new address later."

You couldn't fight the grin forming on your lips. "It's a date."

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He was at the grocery store when he pulled out his phone and goes to your contact to shoot you a text. It has always been there, saved and never deleted. He didn't want to get rid of the hope that he might have you back.

Andy: 242 Warren St [sent 3.24pm]

Andy: See you tonight, sweetheart. [sent 3.25pm]

You didn't reply so Andy just assumed that you read it. He's looking forward to seeing you again tonight and he's excited.

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It wasn't till you got home that you realised that Andy doesn't have your new number.

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stratiotis-nth · 3 years

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Ever since Cas came back and turned human, it would seem he’s stopped giving a shit about literally everything. When Dean noticed this new aspect of Cas’ colorful personality, he had made himself paranoid that Cas would suddenly start flirting with him on the regular now that his big confession was out in the open.

So while Dean was scared shitless, he was confusingly disappointed when Cas didn’t do that at all.

No. The first thing the ex-angel did after surviving another encounter with death was start a Shotgun war with Sam.

And no, not the bang bang kinda shotgun.

“Shotgun!” Cas practically bellowed down the corridor as the three of them were getting ready to get dinner.

“That’s not fair, Cas! I’m in the bathroom!” Sam complained through the closed door. Cas ignored him completely as he strode past and ducked into the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean, who had been desperately trying to stay out of this war, just gave Cas a sideways smile.

“Y’know, the rules are you can’t call shotgun until you actually see the car, Cas.” He told him, his lips tugging up in amusement and…just happiness that Cas was close.

“Until Sam demands to implement this rule, I will abuse his ignorance.” Cas replied, smiling softly. Once again, every time Cas won the passenger seat, Dean wanted to ask what was with his sudden obsession with it. It wasn’t like Cas hadn’t been stubborn enough to claim it before he became human. He wondered what changed, why Cas suddenly cared about seating arrangements. But, as he had been doing ever since they got Cas back (again), Dean bit his tongue. He didn’t want to overwhelm the newly human with the tsunami of questions he had.

Sam griped the entire way to the diner, grumbling about being squished even though Dean knew there was more than enough space. Cas sat next to Dean, watching the trees amble by with a serene, totally unaffected smile on his face. Pleased as a pickle. Dean was fighting his own internal battle between his burning questions and undying amusement at Sam’s plight.

At the diner, Cas sat next to Dean. That much was hardly anything new. The two just naturally gravitated towards each other, and after Dean caught himself drifting mindlessly towards Cas more times than he could count, he stopped giving him grief about personal space.

Cas’ thigh brushed up against his almost the entire meal. Dean pretended not to notice, but internally, he was melting into a puddle of bi panic.

In the parking lot, Sam was quick to call shotgun when Cas got distracted by their waitress catching up to him and giving him her phone number. Dean was too busy bristling and snapping at Cas to hurry up to even notice Sam was sitting next to him.

Cas sulked the entire ride home, the waitress’ number stuffed into one of his pockets. Dean tried not to think that maybe Cas was saving her number for another time.

On Saturday, it was Dean’s turn to go on a food run. Sam was busy working a ghoul case with Eileen, so when Cas wanted to come along there was no yelling match over the front. He ducked into the passenger seat and just about blinded Dean’s poor weak heart with a smile that crinkled his nose.

They fought over eggs for about twenty minutes in the diary aisle. Dean win by threatening to give Sam exclusive access to shotgun. Cas relented with a glower that could have smote demons if he still had his grace.

Eventually, Sam did implement the rule about only calling shotgun with the car in sight, and as the weeks went by and Dean’s silent journey is self realization unfolded, the war at escalated. Now, neither of them could call shotgun without all three of them being in sights of the car. It had gotten bad enough that Sam and Cas waited impatiently for Dean in the garage, staring expectantly for him to round the corner so they could have their yelling match.

Cas nearly blew Dean’s eardrums out, bellowing “SHOTGUN!” loud enough to drown out Sam. He angrily opened his mouth to argue when his phone started ringing.

“It’s Eileen.” He said, his back snapping straight and immediately answering the video call. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Can you give me a ride?” Dean could hear Eileen’s voice over the tinny speakers. “My car broke down and the nearest shop is two hours away.”

“Where are you?”

“An hour away from you? It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Dean saw Sam’s face soften, the tension of worry falling away. He butted in, sticking his face in view of the camera so Eileen could read his lips.

“Just tow it here. I can patch your ride.” He said. “Sam can take the tow truck.”

“Are you sure?” Eileen asked.

“Course. ‘Sides, those guys won’t give you a fair price anyway.” Dean flapped his hand dismissively.

“Thanks, Dean.” Eileen beamed, and oh, Dean knew that smile. Mischievous and damnit, she had planned this from the start, hadn’t she? Just to get a free repair out of him. Dean squinted suspiciously at her, and Eileen just wiggled her eyebrows.

“Cas and I can pick up the curse box and meet you two back here in a few hours.” Dean said. He saw Cas immediately brighten, having secured the passenger seat.

Cas was looking particularly triumphant as they drove, his knees rocking back and forth in a content, mindless sort of way. Finally, Dean couldn’t hold back the question anymore.

He had done his work accepting the fact that he wasn’t as straight as he thought, that it wasn’t very heterosexual to stare at Cas’ lips or pop an awkward boner seeing him all cleaned up after Purgatory, or completely shutting down every time he died or getting all prickly when waitresses give him her phone number. He was gay for Cas, and he had just gotten around to accepting this. Cas said he loved him, right? so Dean shouldn’t be afraid or rejection or anything. Yeah, no he was terrified.

“Hey, Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?” He turned to him with that soft smile that Dean wanted all to himself.

“I gotta ask, man,” Dean chuckled a little awkwardly and kept his eyes firmly on the road. “Why are you so determined about sitting shotgun? You’ve never been before.”

“Ah.” Cas hummed, turning back to the road too. “I suppose now I have the freedom to pursue the things I want. Chuck is gone and my deal with the Empty is null in void. I have time to…focus my attentions on other things.”

“The things you want? What, you got a better view up here or something?”

“Well yes, the windshield does allow more viewing space.” Cas agreed. “But it’s not my main goal in doing all this.”

“Then…what is?”

“Dean.” Cas said in that ever patient, you’re-being-dumb-about-this voice. “I enjoy being up here because it allows me to be closer to you. You are the view I most admire, Dean. I’m always so helplessly drawn to you.”

Dean’s mouth had gone a little dry and his grip on the wheel was suddenly sweaty. The silence that fell was deafening. Cas didn’t even look concerned. He just sat there waiting the road as if he hadn’t just said something so…so…soft to Dean.

Helplessly drawn. Like Cas couldn’t bear being away from him. Like Dean was this perfect, magnetic thing that Cas was enchanted by, something worth having around.

With a jerk of the wheel, Dean was pulling over on the side of the empty highway in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. He threw Baby into park before twisting around and staring at Cas.

He didn’t even look vaguely concerned, the fucker. He just gave Dean a patient look.

Dean opened his mouth, and closed it. Did it again, ready to tell Cas everything. Snapped his jaw shut.

Cas watched in cool amusement. Dean felt his cheeks get hot.

“Screw this.” He grumbled to himself, before lunging across the bench, grabbing Cas’ face with both hands, and kissing him square on the lips.

He felt Cas freeze for a moment, probably in total shock, before he started moving.

Dean nearly choked on a gasp as the chapped, warm lips started pushing and devouring, Cas was suddenly the one taking charge, shoving Dean back against his window as he clambered across the seats to get on top of him.

Twelve years of pent up emotions came crashing out in a sudden burst of unstoppable passion. And as soon as it started, it seemed to have stopped. They both were panting, Dean’s jeans were tight and his entire body screamed to have Cas against him again. But Cas had made to move away, putting space between him as he looked at Dean with wide eyes.

He didn’t get very far. Dean grabbed ahold of his jacket lapels and held on tight with an iron grip, keeping Cas hovering inches above him, basically sharing air.

“Wanna hear a secret?” He whispered between heavy breathes. Cas just blinked at him. “I’ve always rooted for you getting shotgun.”

Cas’ kiss swollen lips split into a dazzling smile, and he rewarded Dean with another intense make out session. When they pulled away, Dean found the words spilling out of his mouth.

“I love you too, Cas. You can have me. God, you have had me, for years you have. Can’t believe it took me so long, I’m sorry I made you think you couldn’t have me, I’m sorry it took me so long—“

Cas shut him up with another kiss, and Dean’s ramble faded into a helpless whimper that too was swallowed up by Cas.

“Does this mean I get exclusive shotgun privileges?” Cas asked a few hours later than they finally took the curse box off the poor shopkeeper’s hands. They had arrived nearly an hour late, not that Dean (or his dick for that matter) particularly cared.

“Honestly? Play it up to Sam and he might let you get away with it for a while.” Dean chuckled. Without even thinking too hard about it, his free hand slithered over the bench, grabbing Cas’ and entwining their fingers. Something so small and simple, yet made Dean light up like a sun.

If Cas didn’t manage to convince Sam, Dean sure as hell would.

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